1 Chapter 7: Dreams
All through the night, and through some of the next day, Legolas and Aragorn (who really preferred to be called Strider) kept dreaming about the two beautiful women they had just met. Legolas lay awake, thinking about Marcie and how she seemed way cooler (and cuter) than any other elf he had met. Everyone else treated him highly because he was a prince, but the way she treated him was just plain, well….funny. Meanwhile, Strider kept dreaming of Colby, and how cool she seemed. Not like Arwen, who seemed so dainty and fragile. Colby was easy to get along with, plus she could fight better than most rangers. Marcie decided to stay the night at Colby's to help take care of the two men. When Legolas awoke, the sun was shining through the window. He sat up, to which he noticed his shoulder was feeling much better. He was still tunic-less, but he didn't care that much anymore. He looked over to his right, in which he noticed, Marcie was asleep on a chair, her head resting on one arm. 'So it wasn't a dream,' he thought. Then, for some unknown reason, as he looked her over, he felt as if he had known this girl all along. 'That's impossible,' he thought. 'I've only just met her.' He got off the table, searching for his clothes and his weapons. He would wake Aragorn and then they would be on their way. He found his weapons and Aragorns by the door. Now, if only he could find his tunic. He looked around the kitchen when finally, to his surprise he found that it was clutched tightly in Marcie's hand on her lap. 'Uh-oh, now what?' he thought. "I guess I'll just um…get it back," he said to himself. He put his hand out, but quickly put it back. He actually felt nervous about touching her. 'This is crazy,' he thought. He'd never really felt this way about anyone before, even though he had met a lot of princesses from all over Middle-Earth. He had liked some of them, but not so much as Marcie. He touched her hand lightly, feeling how soft it was. He almost had it when she slowly and gently slipped her hand into his, and slowly opened her eyes.
All through the night, and through some of the next day, Legolas and Aragorn (who really preferred to be called Strider) kept dreaming about the two beautiful women they had just met. Legolas lay awake, thinking about Marcie and how she seemed way cooler (and cuter) than any other elf he had met. Everyone else treated him highly because he was a prince, but the way she treated him was just plain, well….funny. Meanwhile, Strider kept dreaming of Colby, and how cool she seemed. Not like Arwen, who seemed so dainty and fragile. Colby was easy to get along with, plus she could fight better than most rangers. Marcie decided to stay the night at Colby's to help take care of the two men. When Legolas awoke, the sun was shining through the window. He sat up, to which he noticed his shoulder was feeling much better. He was still tunic-less, but he didn't care that much anymore. He looked over to his right, in which he noticed, Marcie was asleep on a chair, her head resting on one arm. 'So it wasn't a dream,' he thought. Then, for some unknown reason, as he looked her over, he felt as if he had known this girl all along. 'That's impossible,' he thought. 'I've only just met her.' He got off the table, searching for his clothes and his weapons. He would wake Aragorn and then they would be on their way. He found his weapons and Aragorns by the door. Now, if only he could find his tunic. He looked around the kitchen when finally, to his surprise he found that it was clutched tightly in Marcie's hand on her lap. 'Uh-oh, now what?' he thought. "I guess I'll just um…get it back," he said to himself. He put his hand out, but quickly put it back. He actually felt nervous about touching her. 'This is crazy,' he thought. He'd never really felt this way about anyone before, even though he had met a lot of princesses from all over Middle-Earth. He had liked some of them, but not so much as Marcie. He touched her hand lightly, feeling how soft it was. He almost had it when she slowly and gently slipped her hand into his, and slowly opened her eyes.