Anthy: Hey guys, this is kind of a personal treat for Utena (well "Utena"
irl) She is obsessed with Legolas from LOTR.
Utena: So?
Anthy: Here is a fic (a long one with) darling Utena and Legolas.
The fellowship eyed the newcomer skeptically. The "boy" who stood before them looked suspicious. Though no one could tell why. This boy, who called himself Caleb stood before them, in leggings, deer hide boots, a deep blue tunic, and leather bound armor. He was skinny and fairly tall. He had shortish cherry-brown hair, which in his child hood years, could have belonged to Strider.
"I have come from my village to help." The boy was so young looking, and his voice was so high, that most of the fellowship guessed he just hadn't hit puberty yet. Legolas found himself studying the boy, and the bow he carried with him.
"D'you know how to use that?" He asked him arrogantly, being the skilled archer he was.
"Yes m'lord." The boy seemed to blush as Legolas turned his eyes to him.
"You can join us if you can duplicate my shot." Legolas challenged, looking to the others. They all relaxed. The prospect of anyone, much less a human being able to shoot like Legolas was unthinkable. There was no way this Caleb would be under their feet for the remainder of the journey.
"Very well M'lord." Caleb replied as he drew an arrow from his quiver and watched as Legolas drew his arrow back on the taught bowstring.
"It was nice meeting you master Caleb." Legolas chuckled in a cocky voice as he let the arrow fly into a tree trunk nearly ¼ of a mile away. Caleb did not respond, but set his arrow onto his bowstring and drew back. As he did so, Legolas noticed what seemed to be a small length of linen hanging out from the back of the boy's tunic. He paid so much attention to this, that he only heard Caleb's shot. WhirrrroooshCRACK! Legolas' head spun to see his arrow split in two by Caleb's.
"Now, M'lord, we best get going. Night will fall soon and we need to set up camp." The others gaped. All except Gandalf. Who narrowed his eyes at this "boy".
Caleb set off into the forest to gather wood for the fire, as Gandalf had instructed him, so he could talk about more private matters. Those questioning the boy's interest in the ring. Legolas, with wounded pride stalked into the woods after the boy to give him a stern talking to.
"You! Boy!" Legolas shouted after Caleb, who seemed to pay him no mind. "I SAID boy!" He shouted, quickening his pace. Caleb still did not respond. That was it. Legolas had caught up to him and yanked the scrap of linen poking out from the edge of the boy's tunic. The boy yelped in pain, spinning around, only for the edge of it to become caught on a branch, rather than Legolas' hand. He had a look of deep pain in his eyes.
"What'd you do that for!?" The boy shrieked. Legolas' blinked and blushed. As if he had just peaked up a girls skirt while traversing under a bridge, and being caught. Legolas shook off his startled daze.
"You weren't answering me." He explained in a huff. The boy turned and continued walking. Legolas stood completely still as the length of linen became longer and longer behind the boy. All of the sudden the boy stopped, and turned to face the befuddled Legolas. He blushed and furrowed his brow.
"Go back to camp!" the boy yelled. Legolas continued to stare at the linen.
"Why are you trailing linen?" Legolas asked stepping closer. The boy hugged the twigs he carried to his chest desperately as Legolas drew closer.
"None of yer' business!" Caleb shouted, trying to step back. He was visibly shaking. Legolas raised a brow, and made a quick swipe at the bundle of sticks Caleb held. They dropped to the ground with leaf muffled thuds, as the boy cast his squinted eyes down. Legolas couldn't believe what he saw. The "boy's" tunic was now pulled tight by the means of two breasts. The boy wasn't a boy at all.
"A WOMAN!?" Legolas shouted in disbelief. The girl lunged forward and covered his mouth.
"SHHH! They can hear you!" She hissed. Legolas stumbled back.
"That was fully my intention!" He nearly shouted again. She looked to him with pleading eyes.
"Please, you don't understand. My father and mother…" She gripped Legolas' tunic with her hands, her green eyes searching his face desperately. He looked her over as she drew herself closer to him. "They were killed…" She cast her head down, her forehead nearly touching his chest. That said it all. Legolas was frustrated by many things. His oblivion to her true gender, his lack of power in this situation, and how she had been able to match his shot.
"Very well." He grumbled, trying to act unconcerned. "I will not tell anyone. But you're masquerade will not fool Gandalf for long." The girl smiled widely.
"My real name is Evelyn. Evelyn of house Veritas." She tried to make herself look bigger. Legolas only scoffed at this. She sighed and collapsed her rigid posture.
"You're so friendly, you must be a whiz with the ladies." She mused sarcastically.
"I'll have you know…" Legolas started with force, when Evelyn unceremoniously removed her tunic and began to re-bind her breasts. Legolas felt a heated blush spread across his face. "Uh- I…" He looked down as she continued. She chuckled and drew the hair back from her face, pulling her shirt down to signify that she was finished. He looked back at her. Her face was cute, and her body was just as so. Now that he knew, he felt stupid ever thinking she could have been a boy.
"Let's go back, or they'll think that its more than your bow that's taken some curves onto itself." She giggled at her own remark, and began back with her armfuls of twigs.
To be continued….
Utena: So?
Anthy: Here is a fic (a long one with) darling Utena and Legolas.
The fellowship eyed the newcomer skeptically. The "boy" who stood before them looked suspicious. Though no one could tell why. This boy, who called himself Caleb stood before them, in leggings, deer hide boots, a deep blue tunic, and leather bound armor. He was skinny and fairly tall. He had shortish cherry-brown hair, which in his child hood years, could have belonged to Strider.
"I have come from my village to help." The boy was so young looking, and his voice was so high, that most of the fellowship guessed he just hadn't hit puberty yet. Legolas found himself studying the boy, and the bow he carried with him.
"D'you know how to use that?" He asked him arrogantly, being the skilled archer he was.
"Yes m'lord." The boy seemed to blush as Legolas turned his eyes to him.
"You can join us if you can duplicate my shot." Legolas challenged, looking to the others. They all relaxed. The prospect of anyone, much less a human being able to shoot like Legolas was unthinkable. There was no way this Caleb would be under their feet for the remainder of the journey.
"Very well M'lord." Caleb replied as he drew an arrow from his quiver and watched as Legolas drew his arrow back on the taught bowstring.
"It was nice meeting you master Caleb." Legolas chuckled in a cocky voice as he let the arrow fly into a tree trunk nearly ¼ of a mile away. Caleb did not respond, but set his arrow onto his bowstring and drew back. As he did so, Legolas noticed what seemed to be a small length of linen hanging out from the back of the boy's tunic. He paid so much attention to this, that he only heard Caleb's shot. WhirrrroooshCRACK! Legolas' head spun to see his arrow split in two by Caleb's.
"Now, M'lord, we best get going. Night will fall soon and we need to set up camp." The others gaped. All except Gandalf. Who narrowed his eyes at this "boy".
Caleb set off into the forest to gather wood for the fire, as Gandalf had instructed him, so he could talk about more private matters. Those questioning the boy's interest in the ring. Legolas, with wounded pride stalked into the woods after the boy to give him a stern talking to.
"You! Boy!" Legolas shouted after Caleb, who seemed to pay him no mind. "I SAID boy!" He shouted, quickening his pace. Caleb still did not respond. That was it. Legolas had caught up to him and yanked the scrap of linen poking out from the edge of the boy's tunic. The boy yelped in pain, spinning around, only for the edge of it to become caught on a branch, rather than Legolas' hand. He had a look of deep pain in his eyes.
"What'd you do that for!?" The boy shrieked. Legolas' blinked and blushed. As if he had just peaked up a girls skirt while traversing under a bridge, and being caught. Legolas shook off his startled daze.
"You weren't answering me." He explained in a huff. The boy turned and continued walking. Legolas stood completely still as the length of linen became longer and longer behind the boy. All of the sudden the boy stopped, and turned to face the befuddled Legolas. He blushed and furrowed his brow.
"Go back to camp!" the boy yelled. Legolas continued to stare at the linen.
"Why are you trailing linen?" Legolas asked stepping closer. The boy hugged the twigs he carried to his chest desperately as Legolas drew closer.
"None of yer' business!" Caleb shouted, trying to step back. He was visibly shaking. Legolas raised a brow, and made a quick swipe at the bundle of sticks Caleb held. They dropped to the ground with leaf muffled thuds, as the boy cast his squinted eyes down. Legolas couldn't believe what he saw. The "boy's" tunic was now pulled tight by the means of two breasts. The boy wasn't a boy at all.
"A WOMAN!?" Legolas shouted in disbelief. The girl lunged forward and covered his mouth.
"SHHH! They can hear you!" She hissed. Legolas stumbled back.
"That was fully my intention!" He nearly shouted again. She looked to him with pleading eyes.
"Please, you don't understand. My father and mother…" She gripped Legolas' tunic with her hands, her green eyes searching his face desperately. He looked her over as she drew herself closer to him. "They were killed…" She cast her head down, her forehead nearly touching his chest. That said it all. Legolas was frustrated by many things. His oblivion to her true gender, his lack of power in this situation, and how she had been able to match his shot.
"Very well." He grumbled, trying to act unconcerned. "I will not tell anyone. But you're masquerade will not fool Gandalf for long." The girl smiled widely.
"My real name is Evelyn. Evelyn of house Veritas." She tried to make herself look bigger. Legolas only scoffed at this. She sighed and collapsed her rigid posture.
"You're so friendly, you must be a whiz with the ladies." She mused sarcastically.
"I'll have you know…" Legolas started with force, when Evelyn unceremoniously removed her tunic and began to re-bind her breasts. Legolas felt a heated blush spread across his face. "Uh- I…" He looked down as she continued. She chuckled and drew the hair back from her face, pulling her shirt down to signify that she was finished. He looked back at her. Her face was cute, and her body was just as so. Now that he knew, he felt stupid ever thinking she could have been a boy.
"Let's go back, or they'll think that its more than your bow that's taken some curves onto itself." She giggled at her own remark, and began back with her armfuls of twigs.
To be continued….
