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all Goths look like that, but I just based him on a really hot goth I saw
at the mall the day I wrote it. ::sighs with hearts in eyes:: Sorry… I have
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Gothic Elf
Chapter 3
Legolas walked past the staring eyes of the fellowship and sat on the couch. The fellowship gave each other confused glances. Frodo shrugged and walked over to sit next to Legolas.
Aragorn decided to bring out the French Onion Dip, which sent everyone into a frenzy. They all tried to scoop up the dip at the same time, when everyone cleared the table, they left dip spewed all over and a wheezing Pippin. Someone decided to strangle him in the war of the dip.
Frodo sat and watched the dip-crazed people, before turning back to Legolas. He watched the once blond elf with interest. Legolas sat staring straight ahead, not even acknowledging Frodo's presence. Frodo coughed again when Legolas blew the smoke through his nose. Legolas looked over at the hobbit when he coughed.
"You got a problem hobbit?" He demanded.
Frodo gulped, never had he seen Legolas look so mean and cold. "N-n- no. Mister Legolas." He sputtered. But I was just wondering… what have the foul servants of the Dark done to you? (A/N: Thankz arynetrek! ) What sort of evil play did they do to you?"
"My change had nothing to do with the Dark servants. Trust me Frodo. 'Twas all my idea." Legolas said smugly. He leaned back against the couch and stretched his long legs out in front of him.
Frodo gazed at the chain going through Legolas' ear and also at the thick black bar going straight through his tip. "Didn't that hurt."
Legolas looked at Frodo, "Only if you're alive."
Frodo laughed uneasily as Legolas examined his hobbit ears. "Would you like one?"
"Uh… no thank you. I'll think I'll survive without the metal in my ears." Frodo inched away from the psycho elf.
"Ok, but don't forget that I offered. In case you come back later looking for it done." Legolas told him.
"Hey! I have an idea! Instead of you putting holes in me, how about I braid your hair?!" Frodo suggested.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Can I paint your nails?!" Boromir asked excitedly.
Legolas noticed for the first time that Boromir was actually at the party. He looked the man up and down, noticing the decomposing flesh falling from his body. "What the fuck is wrong with you man? Why are you like, not dead?" Legolas asked.
"Uh…" Boromir thought about it for a couple of seconds. "Because… I didn't… feel, like… it?" It was stated more as a question rather than a statement.
"Get the fuck away from me you sick piece of dead shit!" Legolas exclaimed.
Tears formed in Boromir's eyes, his lower lip quivering, "What do you have against dead people?"
"Oh… now that wasn't very nice Mr. Legolas. You made poor Boromir cry. Please apologize to Mr. Boromir." Aragorn said in a kindergarten-teacher- like voice. He wrapped his arms around Boromir to comfort him, but he pulled his hands back in disgust when a chunk of skin fell off. "…eww…"
"But… he's disgusting! I mean… that's just plain nasty! Once you're dead you should stay dead! He's… rotting for God's sake! His skin is like… peeling off!" Legolas exclaimed once again.
Boromir now burst into gasping sobs. "Why does no one like the dead guys??!!!" He cried so hard his eyeball fell out and rolled over to the floor. A random, crazy little devil named Memnoch ran through the room and picked up the eyeball. He ran out of the door laughing his head off.
Everyone stared after the devil, "…mmk?"
"But please let me do your nails…" Boromir pleaded.
"And let me do your hair!" Frodo added.
"Can I do your makeup?" Merry piped up.
"Can I do something about your crazy clothes elf?" Aragorn asked sweetly.
"Can I do you?" Gimli asked, little hearts shining in his eyes.
"Oh my God!!!" Legolas screamed. "You've all gone mad! Get the fuck away from me!"
He backed up into the wall away from the proceeding fellowship. "But Legolas, we just want to help you…"
"By giving me a heart attack?" Legolas demanded.
The fellowship huddled together and pondered his question for a couple of minutes, none of them really knowing what a heart attack was. After a couple of minutes, they turned to him, "No, Legolas, we do not want to give you a 'heart attack'. We are just going to make you pretty again."
"I don't want to be pretty. Guys aren't supposed to be pretty. Hot, yes… but not pretty. When people hear pretty, they automatically relate it to girls. Please don't make me 'pretty'."
The fellowship exchanged glances before pouncing on the elf. Legolas would have been able to get out of their clutches if it was only three or four of them, but all eight of them were able to hold him down.
"Aragorn hand me the mascara."
"Here you go."
"Thank you."
"Pippin! That's disgusting! That is not a big sucker!!"
"Merry! Do not eat the lipstick!"
"Boromir can you hand me the curling iron?"
"Gandalf can you zap up one of those padded bras."
"Fools! That is not a half-slip! Those are thigh-high nylons!!"
"Does he need a garter thing to hold up the nylons."
"… didn't bring one."
"Sam can you hand me the nail polish?"
"Wait until I'm finished removing the last coat."
After about 2 hours of work, the fellowship finally stepped back to admire their work. They marveled at their creation….
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ON NO!! I did it again! I made a damn cliffhanger! ::hangs head in shame:: I'm sorry. LoL! But you must review before I post another chapter… no reviews= no chapter 4 to find out what Legolas looks like. A LOT OF REVIEWS= a next chapter tomorrow so you can find out what he looks like… so it's all up to you. R&R!!!!
Please read on…! PLEASE R&R TOO! No flames please…**
Gothic Elf
Chapter 3
Legolas walked past the staring eyes of the fellowship and sat on the couch. The fellowship gave each other confused glances. Frodo shrugged and walked over to sit next to Legolas.
Aragorn decided to bring out the French Onion Dip, which sent everyone into a frenzy. They all tried to scoop up the dip at the same time, when everyone cleared the table, they left dip spewed all over and a wheezing Pippin. Someone decided to strangle him in the war of the dip.
Frodo sat and watched the dip-crazed people, before turning back to Legolas. He watched the once blond elf with interest. Legolas sat staring straight ahead, not even acknowledging Frodo's presence. Frodo coughed again when Legolas blew the smoke through his nose. Legolas looked over at the hobbit when he coughed.
"You got a problem hobbit?" He demanded.
Frodo gulped, never had he seen Legolas look so mean and cold. "N-n- no. Mister Legolas." He sputtered. But I was just wondering… what have the foul servants of the Dark done to you? (A/N: Thankz arynetrek! ) What sort of evil play did they do to you?"
"My change had nothing to do with the Dark servants. Trust me Frodo. 'Twas all my idea." Legolas said smugly. He leaned back against the couch and stretched his long legs out in front of him.
Frodo gazed at the chain going through Legolas' ear and also at the thick black bar going straight through his tip. "Didn't that hurt."
Legolas looked at Frodo, "Only if you're alive."
Frodo laughed uneasily as Legolas examined his hobbit ears. "Would you like one?"
"Uh… no thank you. I'll think I'll survive without the metal in my ears." Frodo inched away from the psycho elf.
"Ok, but don't forget that I offered. In case you come back later looking for it done." Legolas told him.
"Hey! I have an idea! Instead of you putting holes in me, how about I braid your hair?!" Frodo suggested.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Can I paint your nails?!" Boromir asked excitedly.
Legolas noticed for the first time that Boromir was actually at the party. He looked the man up and down, noticing the decomposing flesh falling from his body. "What the fuck is wrong with you man? Why are you like, not dead?" Legolas asked.
"Uh…" Boromir thought about it for a couple of seconds. "Because… I didn't… feel, like… it?" It was stated more as a question rather than a statement.
"Get the fuck away from me you sick piece of dead shit!" Legolas exclaimed.
Tears formed in Boromir's eyes, his lower lip quivering, "What do you have against dead people?"
"Oh… now that wasn't very nice Mr. Legolas. You made poor Boromir cry. Please apologize to Mr. Boromir." Aragorn said in a kindergarten-teacher- like voice. He wrapped his arms around Boromir to comfort him, but he pulled his hands back in disgust when a chunk of skin fell off. "…eww…"
"But… he's disgusting! I mean… that's just plain nasty! Once you're dead you should stay dead! He's… rotting for God's sake! His skin is like… peeling off!" Legolas exclaimed once again.
Boromir now burst into gasping sobs. "Why does no one like the dead guys??!!!" He cried so hard his eyeball fell out and rolled over to the floor. A random, crazy little devil named Memnoch ran through the room and picked up the eyeball. He ran out of the door laughing his head off.
Everyone stared after the devil, "…mmk?"
"But please let me do your nails…" Boromir pleaded.
"And let me do your hair!" Frodo added.
"Can I do your makeup?" Merry piped up.
"Can I do something about your crazy clothes elf?" Aragorn asked sweetly.
"Can I do you?" Gimli asked, little hearts shining in his eyes.
"Oh my God!!!" Legolas screamed. "You've all gone mad! Get the fuck away from me!"
He backed up into the wall away from the proceeding fellowship. "But Legolas, we just want to help you…"
"By giving me a heart attack?" Legolas demanded.
The fellowship huddled together and pondered his question for a couple of minutes, none of them really knowing what a heart attack was. After a couple of minutes, they turned to him, "No, Legolas, we do not want to give you a 'heart attack'. We are just going to make you pretty again."
"I don't want to be pretty. Guys aren't supposed to be pretty. Hot, yes… but not pretty. When people hear pretty, they automatically relate it to girls. Please don't make me 'pretty'."
The fellowship exchanged glances before pouncing on the elf. Legolas would have been able to get out of their clutches if it was only three or four of them, but all eight of them were able to hold him down.
"Aragorn hand me the mascara."
"Here you go."
"Thank you."
"Pippin! That's disgusting! That is not a big sucker!!"
"Merry! Do not eat the lipstick!"
"Boromir can you hand me the curling iron?"
"Gandalf can you zap up one of those padded bras."
"Fools! That is not a half-slip! Those are thigh-high nylons!!"
"Does he need a garter thing to hold up the nylons."
"… didn't bring one."
"Sam can you hand me the nail polish?"
"Wait until I'm finished removing the last coat."
After about 2 hours of work, the fellowship finally stepped back to admire their work. They marveled at their creation….
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ON NO!! I did it again! I made a damn cliffhanger! ::hangs head in shame:: I'm sorry. LoL! But you must review before I post another chapter… no reviews= no chapter 4 to find out what Legolas looks like. A LOT OF REVIEWS= a next chapter tomorrow so you can find out what he looks like… so it's all up to you. R&R!!!!