"Come on, Legolas!" Ithilwen whined. "Let me see it!"
"For the fourth time, no!" Legolas laughed.
"Pretty please?" she begged.
"Not going to work."
"Why not?" she pouted.
"Because I said so," he grinned.
In the hallway, two eavesdroppers were grinning from ear to ear. Aragorn and Glorfindel were standing on either side of the bedroom door, listening to the conversation. Glorfindel couldn't help himself, despite the former ranger's protests, and called out, "Yes, by all means Legolas, show it to her!"
There was silence from in the room before the door swung open, and to both of their disappointment, found Legolas and Ithilwen dressed in their pajamas.
"Like I told Ithilwen, the answer is no."
"Aw, don't be a tease!" Glorfindel continued. "Give the elleth what she wants!"
"I'm not done with it yet," the elf protested. Aragorn nearly choked.
"What do you mean, you're not done with it?!"
Legolas waved the spiral sketchpad in the air, and for the first time, both man and elf understood what the argument was really about. Ithilwen stood behind Legolas, trying to reach for the sketchpad, only to be thwarted in her attempts as he held it higher above his head.
"Do I have to get on my knees and beg, Thranduilion?" Ithilwen huffed loudly.
Aragorn fought back a laugh as Glorfindel said, "Why couldn't you have said that when the door was closed?"
Legolas was about to form a retort, only to be interrupted by a new voice in the hall.
"What on earth is all of the racket about out here?" Haldir asked, walking up to the group.
Ithilwen spoke up first, "Legolas is being a tease, Ada!"
At her outburst, Glorfindel cupped a hand over her mouth and interjected with, "He is, Haldir. Legolas won't let her see what he's got, no matter how many times she asks him."
Haldir looked from his daughter to Glorfindel, then to Aragorn, who was failing at hiding his smile, and finally to Legolas, who had lowered his arm and was turning pinker by the second. "I should hope for his sake, if he wants to keep it, that he shall refrain from showing it to my daughter."
Legolas went from pink to red at the insinuation. Aragorn put his fist in his mouth. Glorfindel had turned Ithilwen loose, and was now bent over laughing hysterically. Ithilwen groaned.
"Ada…" she sighed. "That's not what Glorfindel meant! Legolas did a drawing of me when I was asleep, and he won't let me see it!" For emphasis she pointed in the direction of the sketchpad he held; unfortunately it was parallel to Legolas' waist. Said elf quickly held up the sketchpad to be better seen, lest the marchwarden think something else again.
Haldir looked at Legolas, who was now glaring daggers at Glorfindel. "I see," he said finally. "When the four of you are done monkeying around, breakfast should be ready." Without another word, he descended the steps.
Ithilwen whipped around to look at Glorfindel. Legolas, seeing her swivel, held the sketchpad once more out of her reach in the off chance she were to dive for it. Aragorn chuckled and followed Haldir's example, knowing that if he didn't get away soon he'd have to bandage his knuckles from biting them.
Feeling reassured when Glorfindel straightened for air, Ithilwen smacked him in the arm. "You are too twisted for color TV," she said.
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A/N: Really now, y'all weren't thinking of something else, were you? ;)
I've been feeling guilty for not getting much work done on the story, and I only just now remembered I had this on my flashdrive. I'm just now getting caught up on my homework, and with a few more close art deadlines, I can't guarantee a quick update. :( Hang in there with me; believe me, no one wants me to update more than I do. Lol
By the way, if you've seen something mentioned in Call Me Maybe that you'd like to see, let me know and I'll make a note of it. That's what If Walls Could Talk is for; if I had added the stuff here into the story (provided it fit), the chapters would never end...and while that sounds good on paper, you know you'd have to pee sometime. XD
