Much Ado About Matching
By Windy McDohl
Disclaimer: AAH! How long will it be after I finish this? Anyway, not mine. They belong to Sir Mr. Tolkien who will turn into a zombie and slash me to death. But he's one resident evil I won't gun down, trust me (^^;) As always, fanfiction is mine…
Warning: Slash, baby! Slash! And World Cup fever with a touch of American football! WHOO HOO!
Note: EVERYBODY WILL YOU PLEASE HOLD HANDS AND SING! KUMBAYAAAAAAH! KUMBAYAAAAAH!
Thankies to everyone who's nice! ^^;
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Part Three - Storm Riders
The cheers were deafening. Legolas looked around him in wonder. He had been brought by Glorfindel and the twins to a hill where the middle was flattened to a field and the peaks were turned into spectator seats. At one side sat elves, dwarves, and men wearing green, and on the other side sat the same races of people, wearing blue.
Legolas scanned the faces of the spectators carefully, and was utterly shocked to see his father and brothers present. Ithilas, his eldest brother, waved wildly at him.
"KNOCK 'EM OFF THEIR A$$ES, BROTHER!"
Thranduil frowned at his eldest son, but it went unheeded as the crowd went wild. He looked around and past the players, to a familiar form down on the field. As usual, the lord of the house stood below to give advice to the players, and to read the rules.
Elrond looked up and met the elven king's gaze suddenly. Thranduil lifted his brows suggestively, causing the elf-lord to blush and look away.
"Well… don't get into too much trouble," Elrond warned his sons in a fatherly tone. Elladan and Elrohir nodded. Elrond turned to Legolas and smiled. "That goes for you too. You're new in this match, but I'm sure you have skill enough to beat the opposing team."
"Yes, my Lord," Legolas stammered. Elrond shook his head and patted his shoulder kindly.
"Come now, just treat this as a game," he said. "I don't mind not winning… Just, Legolas, make us proud of you. Give us your best."
Legolas smiled. He sincerely liked the Lord of Imladris. Elrond was kind and fatherly, unlike his cold and diplomatic father. How he wished that his father had not fallen for Elrond yet! And how he wished that Elrond would look his way, not his father's. What a mess-up!
Elladan grinned at the crowd. The twins were clothed in short, tight leggings, with matching sky blue shirts. They, as usual, complimented each other in their likeness and cheerful spirits. Legolas himself was garbed accordingly, and how the blue brought out his eyes! The female elves squealed at the sight of him.
The participants, mostly consisting of elves, pulled back their long hair into ponytails. Some braided their hair. The humans, some of whom had short hair, spoke to their comrades whist waiting for the elves to finish.
The captain of the opposing team, Bergeron, stepped toward the opposing team with a coy smile. He looked Elladan up and down, and nodded to him. He extended his hand and took the half-elf's in his. Elendir bristled at the sight of that.
"Greetings, captain," he stepped forward, in between Bergeron and Elladan. He glared coldly at his rival. "I see that you have made a mistake in your judgment… again."
"I little have," Bergeron smirked. "I am come to speak to this exquisite little flower of the field. What is your name, pray tell?"
"Elladan, good sir," the half-elf replied before Elendir could stop him. Bergeron grinned smugly at the Ranger and turned to Elladan.
"That is a beautiful name, Elladan," he surprised the team members by sweeping up Elladan's hand and kissing his slender fingers. "Man of the stars you truly are. I can see it."
Elladan blushed and turned to his shocked twin brother. Elrohir was mentally screaming at Elladan to move away, knowing of the inner turmoil it was causing Elendir. Glorfindel looked worried.
Inwardly Elendir boiled with rage. He was here first! He had befriended the half-elf for ten years now, and had not made any move out of his respect to his comrade. And now this… Bergeron! How dare he come between them!
"I shall await you in my chamber tonight, after the match…"
"You will not," Elendir answered on behalf of his comrade with a rather tight voice. Bergeron lifted his brow tauntingly.
"Oh, really?" he asked, smirking. "Elladan has not said that, has he? You will come, will you not?"
"I… don't suppose I could," Elladan replied nervously. "I may have to help my father… to assist the injured ones. Forgive me, but I cannot see you tonight." Or any other time, he added silently.
"So be it," Bergeron glowered, before leaving.
Elendir could not help but to look relieved. He glared at Bergeron's departing form with disgust, and he turned back to Elladan.
"I'm sorry," Elendir apologized. "But he is of the opposing team. I would have liked the two of you to be friends, but… I'm afraid that that is more complicated than I thought it to be."
"Oh," Elladan said. He felt a little disappointed. So, he only stopped them because they were in the opposing team, not because he was jealous… But then, Elendir was a man. It was not their custom to lie with elves, more so of the same gender.
The teams made their way to the center of the field, where their positions were meant to be. Elrohir took his position as a goalkeeper, staring worriedly at his twin brother. They were close to one another, and hardly did anything without foreknowledge of the other.
But still, Elrohir didn't know everything that went in his brother's mind. Elladan had been acting rather strange lately, especially around that Ranger, Elendir. He knew that Elendir liked his brother much, but what would Elladan think of it?
Legolas stood fidgeting in the middle of the field. He glanced around to look for comfort, catching the eyes of the females with his anxiety. They thought it to be cute, though it frightened Legolas to death. His forest blue eyes fell on the smiling lord of the house, and he forgot his nervousness for a while. Legolas managed a halfhearted smile, and turned back to the referee, Glorfindel.
"You know what you have to do," Glorfindel chirped happily. "Play nice and have fun!"
He blew the whistle, and the game was on.
The ball was passed to Elladan, and he moved swiftly forward, dodging the elves and men that came a-tackling at him. He was soon halfway past the center of the field, when a familiar figure appeared before him. Bergeron winked at him, and grinned.
There were only a few minutes left to halftime. Elladan spied his comrade at the corner of the field. He nodded and with his lightning reflexes, the ball was passed to Legolas. Legolas had been the star of the day, then. He had scored a number of goals, each dramatically whizzing past the opposing goalie's nose. The female elves were mad with ecstasy.
But no sooner had Legolas received the pass; he heard a yell and loud thuds. He turned his head and saw, to his horror that Elladan had fallen with Bergeron sprawled over him. Normally, these accidents were lightly heeded, if it wasn't for the fact that Bergeron had his hands strategically poised on… on…
Bergeron smiled down evilly, his hands moving down gently to trace the half-elf's thigh. They slipped past his short leggings and clamped over -
Elendir came forward, nearly roaring with rage. He fell on Bergeron's neck and started to pummel him. Legolas left the ball and moved towards his teammates. Elrohir hauled Elendir away from Bergeron, yelling for Legolas to help him suppress their captain from hurting Bergeron.
"What were you thinking of?" Elrohir shouted at his Elendir. Elladan got up, but he said nothing, rather shocked. He turned away, and fled from the field.
"Wait!" Elendir broke free of the other twin's grasp, and raced after Elladan. Glorfindel sighed. He hated such events.
"I was going to give him the red card anyway," he said, watching Elendir leave. He turned to the squirming Bergeron. "As I would you. Now go clean yourself and feel sorry for what you've done."
"They're only one man less," Legolas said. "We're short of two… Who shall play in Elladan's part?"
"I will."
Legolas goggled at his father. Ithilas came up, grinning. "And I shall play in the man's part."
They turned to face the opposing team, fire in their eyes.
"When the rough get going, the rough get going," Elrohir muttered. Legolas laughed.
"That didn't make any sense."
"It wasn't supposed to," Elrohir admitted coolly. "I know we'll win. They've used so may dirty tactics, I feel mad. If they can do it, so can we!"
Glorfindel grinned at their resolved faces. Elrond had disappeared, trying to search for his son, and he noted how Legolas had looked when he saw that Elrond was missing. It seemed rather quaint a situation, so Glorfindel mused. Thranduil had taken the chance to impress Elrond too.
He blew the whistle again. They regrouped, and Thranduil nodded, giving the signal to begin.
"CHARGE!!!!!" they stampeded, crushing the opposing team like a herd of oxen. The girls were shocked when they perceived Legolas elbowing an elf in the stomach.
And they never saw a more colorful game in Imladris.
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To Be Continued…
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By Windy McDohl
Disclaimer: AAH! How long will it be after I finish this? Anyway, not mine. They belong to Sir Mr. Tolkien who will turn into a zombie and slash me to death. But he's one resident evil I won't gun down, trust me (^^;) As always, fanfiction is mine…
Warning: Slash, baby! Slash! And World Cup fever with a touch of American football! WHOO HOO!
Note: EVERYBODY WILL YOU PLEASE HOLD HANDS AND SING! KUMBAYAAAAAAH! KUMBAYAAAAAH!
Thankies to everyone who's nice! ^^;
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Part Three - Storm Riders
The cheers were deafening. Legolas looked around him in wonder. He had been brought by Glorfindel and the twins to a hill where the middle was flattened to a field and the peaks were turned into spectator seats. At one side sat elves, dwarves, and men wearing green, and on the other side sat the same races of people, wearing blue.
Legolas scanned the faces of the spectators carefully, and was utterly shocked to see his father and brothers present. Ithilas, his eldest brother, waved wildly at him.
"KNOCK 'EM OFF THEIR A$$ES, BROTHER!"
Thranduil frowned at his eldest son, but it went unheeded as the crowd went wild. He looked around and past the players, to a familiar form down on the field. As usual, the lord of the house stood below to give advice to the players, and to read the rules.
Elrond looked up and met the elven king's gaze suddenly. Thranduil lifted his brows suggestively, causing the elf-lord to blush and look away.
"Well… don't get into too much trouble," Elrond warned his sons in a fatherly tone. Elladan and Elrohir nodded. Elrond turned to Legolas and smiled. "That goes for you too. You're new in this match, but I'm sure you have skill enough to beat the opposing team."
"Yes, my Lord," Legolas stammered. Elrond shook his head and patted his shoulder kindly.
"Come now, just treat this as a game," he said. "I don't mind not winning… Just, Legolas, make us proud of you. Give us your best."
Legolas smiled. He sincerely liked the Lord of Imladris. Elrond was kind and fatherly, unlike his cold and diplomatic father. How he wished that his father had not fallen for Elrond yet! And how he wished that Elrond would look his way, not his father's. What a mess-up!
Elladan grinned at the crowd. The twins were clothed in short, tight leggings, with matching sky blue shirts. They, as usual, complimented each other in their likeness and cheerful spirits. Legolas himself was garbed accordingly, and how the blue brought out his eyes! The female elves squealed at the sight of him.
The participants, mostly consisting of elves, pulled back their long hair into ponytails. Some braided their hair. The humans, some of whom had short hair, spoke to their comrades whist waiting for the elves to finish.
The captain of the opposing team, Bergeron, stepped toward the opposing team with a coy smile. He looked Elladan up and down, and nodded to him. He extended his hand and took the half-elf's in his. Elendir bristled at the sight of that.
"Greetings, captain," he stepped forward, in between Bergeron and Elladan. He glared coldly at his rival. "I see that you have made a mistake in your judgment… again."
"I little have," Bergeron smirked. "I am come to speak to this exquisite little flower of the field. What is your name, pray tell?"
"Elladan, good sir," the half-elf replied before Elendir could stop him. Bergeron grinned smugly at the Ranger and turned to Elladan.
"That is a beautiful name, Elladan," he surprised the team members by sweeping up Elladan's hand and kissing his slender fingers. "Man of the stars you truly are. I can see it."
Elladan blushed and turned to his shocked twin brother. Elrohir was mentally screaming at Elladan to move away, knowing of the inner turmoil it was causing Elendir. Glorfindel looked worried.
Inwardly Elendir boiled with rage. He was here first! He had befriended the half-elf for ten years now, and had not made any move out of his respect to his comrade. And now this… Bergeron! How dare he come between them!
"I shall await you in my chamber tonight, after the match…"
"You will not," Elendir answered on behalf of his comrade with a rather tight voice. Bergeron lifted his brow tauntingly.
"Oh, really?" he asked, smirking. "Elladan has not said that, has he? You will come, will you not?"
"I… don't suppose I could," Elladan replied nervously. "I may have to help my father… to assist the injured ones. Forgive me, but I cannot see you tonight." Or any other time, he added silently.
"So be it," Bergeron glowered, before leaving.
Elendir could not help but to look relieved. He glared at Bergeron's departing form with disgust, and he turned back to Elladan.
"I'm sorry," Elendir apologized. "But he is of the opposing team. I would have liked the two of you to be friends, but… I'm afraid that that is more complicated than I thought it to be."
"Oh," Elladan said. He felt a little disappointed. So, he only stopped them because they were in the opposing team, not because he was jealous… But then, Elendir was a man. It was not their custom to lie with elves, more so of the same gender.
The teams made their way to the center of the field, where their positions were meant to be. Elrohir took his position as a goalkeeper, staring worriedly at his twin brother. They were close to one another, and hardly did anything without foreknowledge of the other.
But still, Elrohir didn't know everything that went in his brother's mind. Elladan had been acting rather strange lately, especially around that Ranger, Elendir. He knew that Elendir liked his brother much, but what would Elladan think of it?
Legolas stood fidgeting in the middle of the field. He glanced around to look for comfort, catching the eyes of the females with his anxiety. They thought it to be cute, though it frightened Legolas to death. His forest blue eyes fell on the smiling lord of the house, and he forgot his nervousness for a while. Legolas managed a halfhearted smile, and turned back to the referee, Glorfindel.
"You know what you have to do," Glorfindel chirped happily. "Play nice and have fun!"
He blew the whistle, and the game was on.
The ball was passed to Elladan, and he moved swiftly forward, dodging the elves and men that came a-tackling at him. He was soon halfway past the center of the field, when a familiar figure appeared before him. Bergeron winked at him, and grinned.
There were only a few minutes left to halftime. Elladan spied his comrade at the corner of the field. He nodded and with his lightning reflexes, the ball was passed to Legolas. Legolas had been the star of the day, then. He had scored a number of goals, each dramatically whizzing past the opposing goalie's nose. The female elves were mad with ecstasy.
But no sooner had Legolas received the pass; he heard a yell and loud thuds. He turned his head and saw, to his horror that Elladan had fallen with Bergeron sprawled over him. Normally, these accidents were lightly heeded, if it wasn't for the fact that Bergeron had his hands strategically poised on… on…
Bergeron smiled down evilly, his hands moving down gently to trace the half-elf's thigh. They slipped past his short leggings and clamped over -
Elendir came forward, nearly roaring with rage. He fell on Bergeron's neck and started to pummel him. Legolas left the ball and moved towards his teammates. Elrohir hauled Elendir away from Bergeron, yelling for Legolas to help him suppress their captain from hurting Bergeron.
"What were you thinking of?" Elrohir shouted at his Elendir. Elladan got up, but he said nothing, rather shocked. He turned away, and fled from the field.
"Wait!" Elendir broke free of the other twin's grasp, and raced after Elladan. Glorfindel sighed. He hated such events.
"I was going to give him the red card anyway," he said, watching Elendir leave. He turned to the squirming Bergeron. "As I would you. Now go clean yourself and feel sorry for what you've done."
"They're only one man less," Legolas said. "We're short of two… Who shall play in Elladan's part?"
"I will."
Legolas goggled at his father. Ithilas came up, grinning. "And I shall play in the man's part."
They turned to face the opposing team, fire in their eyes.
"When the rough get going, the rough get going," Elrohir muttered. Legolas laughed.
"That didn't make any sense."
"It wasn't supposed to," Elrohir admitted coolly. "I know we'll win. They've used so may dirty tactics, I feel mad. If they can do it, so can we!"
Glorfindel grinned at their resolved faces. Elrond had disappeared, trying to search for his son, and he noted how Legolas had looked when he saw that Elrond was missing. It seemed rather quaint a situation, so Glorfindel mused. Thranduil had taken the chance to impress Elrond too.
He blew the whistle again. They regrouped, and Thranduil nodded, giving the signal to begin.
"CHARGE!!!!!" they stampeded, crushing the opposing team like a herd of oxen. The girls were shocked when they perceived Legolas elbowing an elf in the stomach.
And they never saw a more colorful game in Imladris.
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To Be Continued…
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