Chapter Two: To Die of Embarrassment

Author's note: This is told in the POV of an OC, don't be confused please.

Disclaimer: see chapter one

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She was beautiful.

Halfway across the room she sat from me, her long silky hair reaching halfway down her strong, graceful arms.

She didn't have much of a figure, but that was ok, she made up for it with her charming, mysterious musical voice, and her enchanting blue eyes. She was one of the fairer elves I had seen in my short life, so I was awed by her as she talked and laughed with her friends.

I wanted to talk to her, but she was accompanied by so many males already, that I didn't dare get too close. Nonetheless, I was still hypnotized by her beauty…

I noticed that she drank wine while the others around her chose to drink ale or beer, how elegant, I thought, choosing the finer points of life rather than the crude, simple alcohol that we ruffians would choose.

She turned her eyes toward me, and for a second, I was flying through the clouds on silver wings, once she looked away, my face reddened drastically, at how much more lovely and radiant she seemed, compared to me, a humble citizen of Minas Tirith.

After several more hours of this, I couldn't take it anymore…being a bystander was too hard to bear.

I stood up.

I walked across the pub, a walk that seemed to last an eternity.

Finally, I got there.

I knelt in front of the lady elf.

My voice sounds so rough…unfitting for you to hear….I thought.

"Pardon me…my fair princess…" I began, her cheeks flushed, shy, modest, dainty…wonderful qualities for a wonderful lady. "I...I couldn't help but notice you from across the room over there…I just wanted to say…you're beautiful…you're sweet, charming, you're anything a man could want." I took off my hat, I took one of her hands in mine…

and kissed it.

Funny, I thought her male friends would react angrily or violently… instead, they…they…

They laughed?

Nay, more like….cracked up and fell on the floor, tipping over tables, chairs, and each other. I couldn't figure out what was so funny, it must have been that these men were uncouth, rough, rude, and unused to acting like gentlemen…poor lady, living among these rascals….how did she manage to keep her ladylike grace?

Unfortunately, I wasn't paying attention to the object of my admirations until she tipped my chin towards her, she smiled.

She smiled a bone chilling, murderous, evil, horrendous smile that would make all the forces of Morgoth cower in fear.

What wouldn't I give to see that smile everyday…I thought, lost in dreams of my own…that was the last thought that entered my head before someone punched my lights out.

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I woke up in a rather well furnished inn in the middle of the city. According to the innkeeper, the lady and a couple of her friends (who seemed to be cracking up at random intervals because of something they found hilarious out of the whole situation…) dropped me off here and paid the bill for however long I stayed unconscious.

Such a kind, caring woman she was…I thought wistfully, I wonder if I'll ever see her again.

And with that thought, I left the inn, heading home wondering if the enchanting angel I saw would ever appear again.

Epilogue

"I CANNOT BELIEVE THE NERVE OF THAT MAN!!!!" Legolas Thranduillion yelled for the hundredth time, it was a wonder how his fist didn't break from continuously punching the wall on his right. Actually, it was more a wonder the wall didn't crumble to dust with all the force he was putting into his punches.

He paused for a second when he heard some snickering behind him. He turned and saw his good friends the king of Gondor, the king of Rohan, and the dwarf all snickering quietly as they could behind his back.

"You…you really can't blame him, Princess, for falling in love with you so readily, maybe you can finally marry someone who can stand your elfish self." Aragorn said between snorts of laughter.

"Aragorn…" Legolas's tone was dangerous.

"No, you really can't, maybe it's your destiny to marry a mortal after all!" Eomer was in tears and clutched his stomach attempting to not laugh so hard; it wasn't working.

"You guys…" Legolas was steaming right now…was he actually…blushing?

"Nay, nay, I believe we should not make fun of our good elf friend here." Gimli stood up, and spoke in such a noble tone that said elf could not help but be touched. But he continued; "Legolas, my fair maiden, are you insulted by these savage men that surround you? Allow me to sweep you off your feet, if you would have me, a humble yet handsome dwarf." With that said, the three mortals were sent into uncontrollable peals of laughter, rolling around on the ground, slapping each other on the back.

That did it.

The volcano finally erupted.

And in the end, dear reader, you must decide, was it the man in the pub who died from an innocent mistake? Was it the three companions who died from a murderous and insulted elf? Or was it the elf who died of embarrassment? We may never know. Just mark my words, do not judge a person from his…or her looks; you may live to regret it.

Fin

Chapter 2 finished, 13 more to go!