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Nimbus looked around her knew surroundings happily. Aragorn had taken the group to a bar and bought them all drinks. Nimbus didn't have much, she didn't want to get drunk, that would make her look bad. All the men had huge beers, though. She smiled at Legolas, and he sipped his drink quietly.
A bunch of drunk dwarfs were at singing on the stange. Nimbus had to plug her ears to save her ear drums from bursting open. It didn't help that the room was in a giant cloud of smoke, but everyone was so happy, that she was enjoying herself.
She quickly drank the last of her drink, but the bartender came and gave her another one.
"That's okay," she said. "I don't need anymore."
"Nonesense!" the man exclaimed. "It's not everyday that an elf princess comes in for a drink! It's on the house."
Nimbus smiled a fake smile. She couldn't refuse the man; he looked so happy to do something good for her. She sipped at it carefully, and Legolas smiled.
"Let go!" he told her, elbowing her in the side.
Nervously, Nimbus smiled. She wasn't one of the guys, and she felt a little odd drinking when it wasn't a wedding or anything.
"I've never really drank before," she confessed.
"Then ya haven't lived!" Pippin exclaimed.
"Yeah!" Merry agreed. "Come on Nimbus! Have a little fun!"
"I have fun!" Nimbus insisted.
"Sure ya do," Pippin said.
Nimbus sighed and rested her head in her hand. It was true, she was not known as a party person.
"Come on! Let's dance!" Merry said.
He grabbed Nimbus by the hand and drug her onto the dance floor. A fast paced song started to play, and both danced. Some of the men at the bar whispered to each other, Aragorn was careful to listen.
"That elf girl is pretty hot," one said.
"I think she's with that elf lad over there," another said.
"Ya think?" the first one asked.
"A girl that looks like that is not without a mate," a third insisted.
"I could change that," the first one said in a boasting manner.
"No you couldn't," Aragorn butted in.
"And why not?" the man asked again.
"Because she loves that elf, and he loves her."
Aragorn took a swig of his beer.
"Did you even try for her?" the second man asked.
"No. It was love at first sight between those two," Aragorn explained.
The men fell silent. Then a fourth one spoke up.
"Do you think she would still dance with me?"
Aragorn shrugged.
"I'll tell you what," he said. "I'll ask her to dance, and if she says yes to me, then she'll say yes to you."
The men cheered and Aragorn sighed. He walked up to Nimbus and started to talk to her.
"I've set up for a slow song to play. Once it starts, slap me and have Legolas dance with you. Don't ask why, just do it."
Nimbus nodded and a soft music filled the room. She slapped Aragorn across the face and motioned for Legolas to come dance with her. Aragorn walked over to the men and tried to hide the joy from his eyes.
Legolas held Nimbus close, he hands bearly touched her lower back. Nimbus's head was rested on his shoulder, and her eyes were closed. She looked as though she was in heaven.
Aragorn wasn't the only to notice the two. Frodo watched with jealously. Never had he felt so mad before, but seeing Legolas so happy with a beautiful girl was more then he could handle. He stormed up to his room.
Sam saw him, and ran after.
"You look so beautiful," Legolas told Nimbus.
She smiled and hiccuped. She closed her eyes tightly and re-opened them.
"My head hurts," she said. "I think I had too much to drink."
Legolas nodded.
"Could be."
He lifted Nimbus carefully into his arms and carried her up into the room. The men at the bar whistled.
"Looks like little elf boy is gonna get some!"
Aragorn struck the man.
"She's drunk fool!" he exclaimed. "Meaning, she's very VERY sick."
The man backed away from Aragorn.
"Sorry. I didn't know," he appologized.
"You should know better then to talk about a princess like that."
Aragorn rose and ran after the two elves. He came to a hault outside the door, and heard giggling. When the door opened, he saw Legolas laying onto of Nimbus. Aragorn ran to Legolas and threw him into the wall. He walked up to the elf and held him high against the wall.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING!" he demanded.
Legolas trembled in fear.
"WHY ARE YOU TAKING ADVANTAGE OF YOUR PRINCESS WHEN SHE'S DRUNK!"
Aragorn's grip loosened when he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. He turned around to face Nimbus. Her blue eyes were soft, but mad.
"We weren't doing anything," she said. "Legolas was carrying me up here to lay down, and he tripped. I thought it was funny, so I laughed. You need to calm down."
Aragorn dropped Legolas to his feet.
"I'm sorry," he mummbled and walked out. Nimbus shook her head, then looked at Legolas.
"Go tell him that it's alright," she insisted.
Legolas scowled, but left. Nimbus smiled, then there was a knock on her door. She opened it and let Frodo in.
"Hello," he greeted.
"Come in," Nimbus said.
Frodo walked into the large room (Well, it was large to him, he is a hobbit) and sat down on a plush foot stool.
"What's wrong?" Nimbus asked, sensing despair.
"I was watching you dancing with Legolas, and I felt empty. I have no girl to call my own."
Nimbus smiled.
"And you're letting that hold you back? Make them want you."
Frodo seemed enlightened by the idea, and walked away. Nimbus sighed and changed for bed.
Nimbus looked around her knew surroundings happily. Aragorn had taken the group to a bar and bought them all drinks. Nimbus didn't have much, she didn't want to get drunk, that would make her look bad. All the men had huge beers, though. She smiled at Legolas, and he sipped his drink quietly.
A bunch of drunk dwarfs were at singing on the stange. Nimbus had to plug her ears to save her ear drums from bursting open. It didn't help that the room was in a giant cloud of smoke, but everyone was so happy, that she was enjoying herself.
She quickly drank the last of her drink, but the bartender came and gave her another one.
"That's okay," she said. "I don't need anymore."
"Nonesense!" the man exclaimed. "It's not everyday that an elf princess comes in for a drink! It's on the house."
Nimbus smiled a fake smile. She couldn't refuse the man; he looked so happy to do something good for her. She sipped at it carefully, and Legolas smiled.
"Let go!" he told her, elbowing her in the side.
Nervously, Nimbus smiled. She wasn't one of the guys, and she felt a little odd drinking when it wasn't a wedding or anything.
"I've never really drank before," she confessed.
"Then ya haven't lived!" Pippin exclaimed.
"Yeah!" Merry agreed. "Come on Nimbus! Have a little fun!"
"I have fun!" Nimbus insisted.
"Sure ya do," Pippin said.
Nimbus sighed and rested her head in her hand. It was true, she was not known as a party person.
"Come on! Let's dance!" Merry said.
He grabbed Nimbus by the hand and drug her onto the dance floor. A fast paced song started to play, and both danced. Some of the men at the bar whispered to each other, Aragorn was careful to listen.
"That elf girl is pretty hot," one said.
"I think she's with that elf lad over there," another said.
"Ya think?" the first one asked.
"A girl that looks like that is not without a mate," a third insisted.
"I could change that," the first one said in a boasting manner.
"No you couldn't," Aragorn butted in.
"And why not?" the man asked again.
"Because she loves that elf, and he loves her."
Aragorn took a swig of his beer.
"Did you even try for her?" the second man asked.
"No. It was love at first sight between those two," Aragorn explained.
The men fell silent. Then a fourth one spoke up.
"Do you think she would still dance with me?"
Aragorn shrugged.
"I'll tell you what," he said. "I'll ask her to dance, and if she says yes to me, then she'll say yes to you."
The men cheered and Aragorn sighed. He walked up to Nimbus and started to talk to her.
"I've set up for a slow song to play. Once it starts, slap me and have Legolas dance with you. Don't ask why, just do it."
Nimbus nodded and a soft music filled the room. She slapped Aragorn across the face and motioned for Legolas to come dance with her. Aragorn walked over to the men and tried to hide the joy from his eyes.
Legolas held Nimbus close, he hands bearly touched her lower back. Nimbus's head was rested on his shoulder, and her eyes were closed. She looked as though she was in heaven.
Aragorn wasn't the only to notice the two. Frodo watched with jealously. Never had he felt so mad before, but seeing Legolas so happy with a beautiful girl was more then he could handle. He stormed up to his room.
Sam saw him, and ran after.
"You look so beautiful," Legolas told Nimbus.
She smiled and hiccuped. She closed her eyes tightly and re-opened them.
"My head hurts," she said. "I think I had too much to drink."
Legolas nodded.
"Could be."
He lifted Nimbus carefully into his arms and carried her up into the room. The men at the bar whistled.
"Looks like little elf boy is gonna get some!"
Aragorn struck the man.
"She's drunk fool!" he exclaimed. "Meaning, she's very VERY sick."
The man backed away from Aragorn.
"Sorry. I didn't know," he appologized.
"You should know better then to talk about a princess like that."
Aragorn rose and ran after the two elves. He came to a hault outside the door, and heard giggling. When the door opened, he saw Legolas laying onto of Nimbus. Aragorn ran to Legolas and threw him into the wall. He walked up to the elf and held him high against the wall.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING!" he demanded.
Legolas trembled in fear.
"WHY ARE YOU TAKING ADVANTAGE OF YOUR PRINCESS WHEN SHE'S DRUNK!"
Aragorn's grip loosened when he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. He turned around to face Nimbus. Her blue eyes were soft, but mad.
"We weren't doing anything," she said. "Legolas was carrying me up here to lay down, and he tripped. I thought it was funny, so I laughed. You need to calm down."
Aragorn dropped Legolas to his feet.
"I'm sorry," he mummbled and walked out. Nimbus shook her head, then looked at Legolas.
"Go tell him that it's alright," she insisted.
Legolas scowled, but left. Nimbus smiled, then there was a knock on her door. She opened it and let Frodo in.
"Hello," he greeted.
"Come in," Nimbus said.
Frodo walked into the large room (Well, it was large to him, he is a hobbit) and sat down on a plush foot stool.
"What's wrong?" Nimbus asked, sensing despair.
"I was watching you dancing with Legolas, and I felt empty. I have no girl to call my own."
Nimbus smiled.
"And you're letting that hold you back? Make them want you."
Frodo seemed enlightened by the idea, and walked away. Nimbus sighed and changed for bed.
