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Pairing: Legolas/Aragorn
Rating: PG.
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Thank-you: to those who reviewed…MidnightLoner tenshiamanda, Amia, Lomelinde, Legolas, Ellen the Trickstar and ash. THANK YOU!!! Each of you gets large bear hugs from yours truly… since I realise that sloppy kisses is kinda disgusting. Haha… LOL. (",)
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Legolas - thank you! Thanks to you, I don't have to be such a dork calling the quiver an arrow carrier thing.
Chapter Three: At the Ball
The reindeers were replaced by the hobbits and Santa climbed up the sleigh. 'Come now Legolas, or you'll be late.'
Legolas excitedly hopped in Santa's red sleigh.
'On Frodo, on Sam -' Santa started. But Gandalf interrupted him.
'Hold it!' the wizard said raising his arms up in the air exposing his three feet long grey armpit hair. 'Remember Legolas, the hobbits must be home by the stroke of midnight. Or else, they will lose their flying powers. And you would return into your regular clothes. Understood?'
'Ugh, yes,' Legolas said covering his eyes with the cape. ' I understand. Now could you please put down your arms? Your, erm, armpit hair is frightening.'
'Oh, uh…' Gandlaf mumbled. He happened to think of it as a precious piece of a body part (?). he stroked his hair affectionately and started to walk away. Disappearing into the woods.
'On Frodo, on Sam, on Merry and Pippin!' Santa continued. And away they flew.
GONDOR
Prince Aragorn's stylist was satisfied with his work. He had styled Aragorn with much custom and out with the rugged, Bob Marley look. Now, he was clean and posh. Clothed with a soft black button-down shirt and black trousers and a silver chain hung on his neck, he was perfect.
Aragorn was standing on a platform and being introduced to the royal maiden and not so maiden in Middle-Earth. And quite frankly, he didn't like what he saw. There were a lot of podgy women and full of zits. The others were as tall as Treebeard. What was Middle-Earth coming to?
'Presenting, Lady Arwen Undomiel of Lothrien,' Faramir announced. The elf walked down the red carpet with much poise and elegance, it captivated Aragorn. She was dressed in a pure white lace dress with a deep V-cut on the chest. And unlike Pistachio, it looked good. She held a glittery white mask on her left hand.
Arwen shined brightly. 'Good evening, Your Grace,' she smiled.
'Good evening,' Aragorn said, returning the smile. He bent down to kiss her hand. 'See you at the dance floor, Lady Arwen.'
When Arwen left Aragorn's presence, Faramir yelled again in his loud, ear-shattering voice. 'Presenting, Lords Pistachio and Maraschino of Mirkwood.'
Aragorn was ready to shake their hands, but upon seeing their hideous faces, his hair stood up, as though it had undergone electrocution and he screamed. 'Ayiee!' he jumped up and landed on his father's arms, his face a bit ashen.
'Your Majesty,' Aragorn's stylist appeared beside the father and son. 'My work!' he squeaked out. 'My fine, fine work! Ruined!' then he fell and fainted.
'What is it son?' Arathorn asked, who wasn't paying any attention to what was happening.
'Re… repulsive,' Aragorn choked out, pointing at the Orc and the Uruk-Hai.
Arathorn dropped his son (who landed hard on his bum) and stared at the two monsters with love and compassion. 'Pistachio… Maraschino?' he breathed out. 'Is it really?'
'Yes, Your Highness,' they said in unison and bowed.
'Your father, Saruman. Is he here?' the king asked.
'Yes, Your Highness,' they replied.
'I must see him,' Arathorn said grabbing each of the monster's bluish-grey arms. 'Bring me to him.' He demanded.
They quickly left. Arathorn sauntering with his head held up high. And the two monsters with their wiggly giant humpy bums swaying side-wards.
After the presentation of lords and ladies ended, Aragorn quickly went to find Arwen, by far, the loveliest he saw in the Ball.
When suddenly Aragorn looked up, sensing that someone had just entered the ballroom. And saw a more beautiful elf, much lovelier than Arwen.
The elf had long, silky blond hair and was dressed as an Elven Archer. He had green streaks on both sides of cheeks and was dressed not to perfection, but carried himself so well.
Look, if you had, one shot, one opportunity
To seize anything you ever wanted… one moment
Would you capture it? Or just let it slip?
That was all Aragorn needed. No way was he going to loose sight of the beautiful elf. He excused himself (quite rudely) to Arwen and ran towards the elf's direction.
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
That was exactly what Aragorn felt as he closed towards the elf.
There's vomit on his sweater already, mum's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
Looking calm, dignified and posh, Aragorn tapped the elf on his back. His heart was pounding hard. 'Excuse me,' he managed to say.
The elf turned around and faced Aragorn and looked at him expectantly.
'May… uh, may I have this dance?' he continued.
The elf broke into a wide, dazzling smile. 'Of course, good sir,' he said.
'Please, call me Elessar,' Aragorn said, wanting the elf call him by that name because it was special to him. 'And you are?'
'Leg -' the elf paused for a moment, as though debating whether or not to give his name. 'Legolas. My name is Legolas Greenleaf.'
The two danced non-stop. And two songs later, they were still dancing. The guests were glaring at Legolas. And the most lethal stare of all was from Arwen Evenstar. She wanted the prince for herself.
Arwen started to walk towards the two with intentions to break up their dance, so she would be the one to dance with Aragorn. On her way approaching them, large Oliphants came stampeding in with Saruman and Arathorn on top, on their way to a secluded place.
The guests looked at Arwen who was now being crushed by the Oliphants. 'Ow!' she yelled. It was painful for her, but being an elf, it wouldn't kill her.
The crowd started yelling some panicked. It wasn't so often that Oliphants would crush a royal elf.
Aragorn and Legolas decided to go out into the colossal garden where they could be alone. They danced to a slow tune of their own.
So this is love, hmm…
So this is love
So this is what makes life divine
Were all alone...
So this is the miracle, that I've been dreaming of…
They were having a silent intimate moment together. And just as Aragorn started to lean closer to kiss Legolas, a striped red and white bumblebee with a long white beard popped up in green misty fumes behind Aragorn's right ear.
'Legolas!' it buzzed out. It held a huge plaque with the number "12.00" embossed on it. The bee held out another plaque saying "MIDNIGHT!"
Without even finishing the kiss, Legolas was ushered out the palace by the bee. Running down the stairs, the quiver's strap split and it fell down on the stairs along with the bow.
Legolas started to run back and retrieve it, but Santa buzzed on Legolas' nose and pushed him toward the red sleigh where the hobbits awaited them.
Aragorn was quick on his feet and ran to Legolas, but couldn't find him. All he saw was the bow and arrows scattered on the stairs. He picked them up with great care and stroked it.
I will have you, Legolas Greenleaf. Wherever you may be, I promise myself, I will find you, he thought grimly.
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