A/N: I know, it is not long. I know I haven't written in over a month. . .I also know I am a bitch. . .I apoligize....but it may happen again, for i am at a standstill.
Words of Wisdom:
BOYS ARE STUPID, THROW ROCKS AT THEM.
YOU MIGHT BE A RED NECK IF YOU MOW YOUR LAWN AND FIND A CAR.
HAPPY AFTER EASTER DAY!
Chapter Eleven, Part One: We shall Flee.
I'm just a kid
and life is a nightmare.
I'm just a kid,
I know that its not fair.
Nobody cares cuz i'm alone and the world is
Havin' more fun then me. Tonight.
-Simple Plan, I'm just a Kid.
The expression on his face was one mainly of surprise. "Legolas,- Melanie,- what?" he said, thunderstruck. His eyes flicked from Legolas's bare chest to Melanie's frantically blushing face. Melanie could not answer. Her knees felt weak. She was so confused, and Aragorn coming into the room at this time did not help matters.
"Legolas, I need to sit-" she said. The whole world was so funny! First, coming to Middle Earth, horses, Legolas . . . everything spinning. She sat down on the bed. She closed her eyes, opened them, pinched herself, and looked at Aragorn. Legolas sat down next to her on the bed. That was really quite funny, because it looked like two teenagers had got caught by a father, and were now awaiting judgement.
"Legolas, please explain to me what you two were doing when you are supposed to be packing for Helm's Deep?"
Legolas took a deep breath. "Aragorn, I do not know how to explain this-"
"Well then maybe Melanie does. We don't have time for this- whatever this is-we need to prepare for Helm's Deep! Gandalf has already left to fetch the Rohirrum! I want a simple and quick explanation, and then I want to see the both of you getting ready."
"I came in to ask to borrow some clothes-"
"Then you will borrow them. After" Aragorn said, "I get an explanation."
Melanie said, "I-we-"
"Amin mela he," said Legolas. His voice was strong. Melanie wondered what on earth he had said, but knew better than to ask. The look on Aragorn's face was enough to tell her that "things were not good."
Aragorn locked his jaw, and then turned to leave the room. He muttered, "When there is time, we shall speak of this in depth."
At once Legolas got up. He went to his dresser, pulled out two tunics, and two pairs of leggings. Melanie noticed that he was shaking slightly. "Here, Melanie, please go pack," he said.
"Thank you," was all she could say, and she walked slowly out of the room. Legolas put a tunic on and then threw the remainder of his clothes in his knapsack. His newly returned weapons (they had been returned after the King had been restored to proper health) he laid out on his bed. He quickly re-braided his hair to keep it out of his face (some slight whisps had escaped from their places). Once this was done, he fell onto the empty space on his bed.
His mind was reeling. It felt like he did not even know himself anymore. Why was he acting like this? He had said that he loved Melanie to Aragorn. Why did that come out so easily? Did he really love her? Whenever she was around, he was happy, and he felt full. Was that love?
Yes. Yes. Legolas admitted to himself. He loved her. And this frightened him. Why was he so afraid to be in love? Then it dawned on him. When his mother left for Valinor, he had watched his father deteriorate before his eyes. Legolas was the only thing that gave Thranduil the will to live. Since then, Legolas had vowed to never love with all his soul. Unfortunately this made him seem somewhat cold at times, but it also seemed that Melanie had not found him cold at all. He loved her, yet he barely knew her!
It was strange, because after she changed into someone's too big tunic and leggings, Melanie sat in her room, she was thinking things along the same lines as these. She threw a cloak on as she heard a knock on her door and picked up her bag. Assuming it was Aragorn, she called, "I'm ready!" she opened the door and found Legolas, also packed.
"Hi," she said, rather breathlessly. Legolas took in her appearance. He almost laughed, because her, or his rather, leggings were scrunched up at the ankle and the tunic reached down to her knees. He smiled, and she asked, "What's so funny?"
He tried to talk, but she put her hand on her hip in impatience, and his shirt slipped down around her right shoulder. She seemed not to notice. "What is so funny?" she repeated. He reached out and touched her bare skin. Her eyes did not leave his face. He mentally slapped himself and forced a smile. "I believe that this outfit does not fit you very well, melamin," he said.
"Well it is your outfit, and anyway, I like it. It smells nice," she said, smiling in a sweet way.
His eyes widened a little, and she grinned wider. "It smells like the woods, and like the water and like you. What's melamin mean?"
Legolas was on the verge of telling her, but remained silent. "Fine then, keep your secrets, and if you're calling me names, I WILL FIND OUT," she said, in a low and deep voice.
Legolas laughed, "Much wind pours from your mouth, while we do not have the time to hear of your empty threats. Let us find Aragorn." He said, as Melanie stuck her tongue out. As she withdrew it to her mouth, he reached out as quick as a flash and pinched it with his thumb and fore finger. He scrunched his face up in disgust.
"Eww!" she said, as he released her. "That's nasty!" Legolas grimaced.
"If you had not stuck your tongue out, I would not have had to reprimand you," he said, his nose sticking up slightly in the air.
"Listen Prince Leggyl-ass, you can't boss me around," she said defiantly.
"Do not mock my name Mellow-knee," he said in a snotty way, "And can't I?" he said, as they began to walk down the hall, "I am 2,915 years your senior, yet I cannot boss you around?"
"Not unless you're willing to fight me!" she said sticking her lower lip out and scrunching up her nose. She raised her fists in a fighting stance. "Bring it!"
Legolas looked at her in bewildered amusement. She was acting so terribly strange. Then, he decided what to do. Had he known Aragorn was walking toward them, he would not have done it, but . . .
"Alright, oh-scrawny-one, let me strike first," and with that he stuck his two fingers into her ribs and she collapsed into laughter. (A/N, if you have ever had anybody do that to you, you know how much that tickles when you are not expecting it . . .) Melanie was trying to calm down, and she had almost succeeded, when he commenced in tickling her ruthlessly.
"Stop-Lego-lego-las, stop! Aheee-hee!" Finally the tickling stopped, and Melanie opened her eyes to find Aragorn with a hand on Legolas's shoulder, Legolas looking surprised, and Aragorn looking slightly angered.
"I told you both to get ready! Legolas, how old are you?"
Melanie and Legolas glanced at each other and burst out laughing. "2,915 years her senior," he replied dryly.
"And I would think you'd behave as such. These times are trying, and we must be focused on the upcoming battle,"
She smiled and said, "Oh, c'mon Aragorn! Were not all tight-asses like yo-" Legolas cut her off.
"I am sorry melonamin, but we seem to be getting sidetracked. Both of us are ready now," he said bowing slightly as he put a hand on Melanie's shoulder, telling her to shut up. She shook her head.
Come, we leave." And Aragorn led both of the thunderstruck elves out of the castle and outside, where the rest of the town was congregated.
Words of Wisdom:
BOYS ARE STUPID, THROW ROCKS AT THEM.
YOU MIGHT BE A RED NECK IF YOU MOW YOUR LAWN AND FIND A CAR.
HAPPY AFTER EASTER DAY!
Chapter Eleven, Part One: We shall Flee.
I'm just a kid
and life is a nightmare.
I'm just a kid,
I know that its not fair.
Nobody cares cuz i'm alone and the world is
Havin' more fun then me. Tonight.
-Simple Plan, I'm just a Kid.
The expression on his face was one mainly of surprise. "Legolas,- Melanie,- what?" he said, thunderstruck. His eyes flicked from Legolas's bare chest to Melanie's frantically blushing face. Melanie could not answer. Her knees felt weak. She was so confused, and Aragorn coming into the room at this time did not help matters.
"Legolas, I need to sit-" she said. The whole world was so funny! First, coming to Middle Earth, horses, Legolas . . . everything spinning. She sat down on the bed. She closed her eyes, opened them, pinched herself, and looked at Aragorn. Legolas sat down next to her on the bed. That was really quite funny, because it looked like two teenagers had got caught by a father, and were now awaiting judgement.
"Legolas, please explain to me what you two were doing when you are supposed to be packing for Helm's Deep?"
Legolas took a deep breath. "Aragorn, I do not know how to explain this-"
"Well then maybe Melanie does. We don't have time for this- whatever this is-we need to prepare for Helm's Deep! Gandalf has already left to fetch the Rohirrum! I want a simple and quick explanation, and then I want to see the both of you getting ready."
"I came in to ask to borrow some clothes-"
"Then you will borrow them. After" Aragorn said, "I get an explanation."
Melanie said, "I-we-"
"Amin mela he," said Legolas. His voice was strong. Melanie wondered what on earth he had said, but knew better than to ask. The look on Aragorn's face was enough to tell her that "things were not good."
Aragorn locked his jaw, and then turned to leave the room. He muttered, "When there is time, we shall speak of this in depth."
At once Legolas got up. He went to his dresser, pulled out two tunics, and two pairs of leggings. Melanie noticed that he was shaking slightly. "Here, Melanie, please go pack," he said.
"Thank you," was all she could say, and she walked slowly out of the room. Legolas put a tunic on and then threw the remainder of his clothes in his knapsack. His newly returned weapons (they had been returned after the King had been restored to proper health) he laid out on his bed. He quickly re-braided his hair to keep it out of his face (some slight whisps had escaped from their places). Once this was done, he fell onto the empty space on his bed.
His mind was reeling. It felt like he did not even know himself anymore. Why was he acting like this? He had said that he loved Melanie to Aragorn. Why did that come out so easily? Did he really love her? Whenever she was around, he was happy, and he felt full. Was that love?
Yes. Yes. Legolas admitted to himself. He loved her. And this frightened him. Why was he so afraid to be in love? Then it dawned on him. When his mother left for Valinor, he had watched his father deteriorate before his eyes. Legolas was the only thing that gave Thranduil the will to live. Since then, Legolas had vowed to never love with all his soul. Unfortunately this made him seem somewhat cold at times, but it also seemed that Melanie had not found him cold at all. He loved her, yet he barely knew her!
It was strange, because after she changed into someone's too big tunic and leggings, Melanie sat in her room, she was thinking things along the same lines as these. She threw a cloak on as she heard a knock on her door and picked up her bag. Assuming it was Aragorn, she called, "I'm ready!" she opened the door and found Legolas, also packed.
"Hi," she said, rather breathlessly. Legolas took in her appearance. He almost laughed, because her, or his rather, leggings were scrunched up at the ankle and the tunic reached down to her knees. He smiled, and she asked, "What's so funny?"
He tried to talk, but she put her hand on her hip in impatience, and his shirt slipped down around her right shoulder. She seemed not to notice. "What is so funny?" she repeated. He reached out and touched her bare skin. Her eyes did not leave his face. He mentally slapped himself and forced a smile. "I believe that this outfit does not fit you very well, melamin," he said.
"Well it is your outfit, and anyway, I like it. It smells nice," she said, smiling in a sweet way.
His eyes widened a little, and she grinned wider. "It smells like the woods, and like the water and like you. What's melamin mean?"
Legolas was on the verge of telling her, but remained silent. "Fine then, keep your secrets, and if you're calling me names, I WILL FIND OUT," she said, in a low and deep voice.
Legolas laughed, "Much wind pours from your mouth, while we do not have the time to hear of your empty threats. Let us find Aragorn." He said, as Melanie stuck her tongue out. As she withdrew it to her mouth, he reached out as quick as a flash and pinched it with his thumb and fore finger. He scrunched his face up in disgust.
"Eww!" she said, as he released her. "That's nasty!" Legolas grimaced.
"If you had not stuck your tongue out, I would not have had to reprimand you," he said, his nose sticking up slightly in the air.
"Listen Prince Leggyl-ass, you can't boss me around," she said defiantly.
"Do not mock my name Mellow-knee," he said in a snotty way, "And can't I?" he said, as they began to walk down the hall, "I am 2,915 years your senior, yet I cannot boss you around?"
"Not unless you're willing to fight me!" she said sticking her lower lip out and scrunching up her nose. She raised her fists in a fighting stance. "Bring it!"
Legolas looked at her in bewildered amusement. She was acting so terribly strange. Then, he decided what to do. Had he known Aragorn was walking toward them, he would not have done it, but . . .
"Alright, oh-scrawny-one, let me strike first," and with that he stuck his two fingers into her ribs and she collapsed into laughter. (A/N, if you have ever had anybody do that to you, you know how much that tickles when you are not expecting it . . .) Melanie was trying to calm down, and she had almost succeeded, when he commenced in tickling her ruthlessly.
"Stop-Lego-lego-las, stop! Aheee-hee!" Finally the tickling stopped, and Melanie opened her eyes to find Aragorn with a hand on Legolas's shoulder, Legolas looking surprised, and Aragorn looking slightly angered.
"I told you both to get ready! Legolas, how old are you?"
Melanie and Legolas glanced at each other and burst out laughing. "2,915 years her senior," he replied dryly.
"And I would think you'd behave as such. These times are trying, and we must be focused on the upcoming battle,"
She smiled and said, "Oh, c'mon Aragorn! Were not all tight-asses like yo-" Legolas cut her off.
"I am sorry melonamin, but we seem to be getting sidetracked. Both of us are ready now," he said bowing slightly as he put a hand on Melanie's shoulder, telling her to shut up. She shook her head.
Come, we leave." And Aragorn led both of the thunderstruck elves out of the castle and outside, where the rest of the town was congregated.