Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings, Legolas, Frodo and all affiliated with the Trilogy and all those cool books Tolkien wrote don't belong to me. They belong to HIM, the master of all writing and wonderfully cool Middle-earth stuff. HAIL TOLKIEN!!!! And thank the gods that he's not here to see what I'm doing to his poor creations…hahaha.

Warnings: Slash, AU, maybe some OOC-ness, a lot of SAP SAP SAP!!!!!! I don't usually write sap, but here it goes! Whahoo!!! Oh, and if you don't like the idea of guys kissing, then don't read it. :P

Author's Note: Thank you guys for such nice reviews! I didn't think I'd actually get any reviews for this…hehehe. This chapter is a little bit boring, but hey! The monster strikes again! Mwahahahahahaha!!!!!! And you find out what it was this time! *grins* Anywho, enjoy!

Why Do You Always Stare At Me?

Chapter Two

By: The Sadistic Cow

Eurynome69@hotmail.com

"Why did you always stare at me?"

The words struck Frodo almost as well as a slap; he recoiled from Legolas, his dark blue eyes as wide as saucers in his face. He felt a rush of hot and cold sweep through him, and he had to turn his face away from the Elf's as those sparkling blue eyes gazed at him.

"I—I don't know…I don't know what you're talking about!" he finally stuttered, a blush creeping up his cheeks as he fiddled with the edge of his shirt, unable to meet Legolas's eyes.

"I think you do, Frodo." Legolas made it a statement, a statement that demanded an answer. An answer Frodo wasn't sure he could explain. Picking at the grass, Legolas turned his own eyes away from the hobbit, carefully studying the earth as though he had never seen it before.

Casting a careful, almost wary look at the Elf, Frodo felt something in his chest constrict and tighten as he saw a rather unhappy look on Legolas's face. Screwing up a slight bit more courage than he felt at the moment, the hobbit turned and asked, "Why do you want to know?" His voice nearly squeaked, and his blush grew, but he kept his eyes on Legolas as the Elf looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"A question for a question, eh?" he asked, his voice soft. Shrugging a little after some thought, he allowed a gentle smile to cross his face. "Very well. You answer first."

Frodo frowned. "I don't want to."

Legolas chuckled. "Neither do I," he replied.

The two looked at each other for a few long moments, before Frodo sighed. "I suppose I have no choice, then," he muttered, closing his eyes. Legolas laughed lightly, but there was a strange tension to the sound that made Frodo look up and frown.

"No, I suppose you don't," the Elf replied, avoiding eye contact with Frodo as he once more looked up at the moon. "But take heart: in the end it may prove better that you do speak, lest you lose the chance and never be able to speak again on such matters."

Frodo grumbled, "Or prove the worst mistake I've made since taking up the Ring."

Forking an eyebrow at Frodo, Legolas said, "So, dear hobbit. Why did you stare at me? And why do you stare at me now?" His voice was almost too soft to hear but the wind, in a kind moment, carried his words to the hobbit's ears.

"Why…" Frodo closed his eyes for a moment, before turning to look at Legolas, who watched him levelly. Watched him as though he was preparing for something…'He looks about ready to run away in terror,' he thought vaguely. Frodo shook his head, and his hands gripped his knees almost painfully. "I stared at you…I…"

Legolas waited, as Frodo took a deep breath. 'Now or never, Frodo,' he told himself. 'You may lose him, but at least you will have an answer.' "I think you…I think you are beautiful," he finally blurted out. Then he scolded himself as Legolas raised an eyebrow. 'Stupid, stupid hobbit! What a thing to say—'

"Of that I am already aware of," he heard Legolas reply. "In all my life I've been told that a countless many times, by many. I do not need to be reminded," he said almost bitterly, his face clouding. Frodo's jaw dropped as the dark spell passed from the Elf's features almost instantly and he winked and leaned in closer. "But you still did not answer my question."

Feeling absurd, Frodo shifted uncomfortably under Legolas's gaze. "Well, I…I just…" He fidgeted, hands fumbling with his shirt as his eyes darted this way and that, searching for anything they could focus on, rather than the Elf that sat next to him. Legolas waited, watching him carefully, and with interest.

Frodo made a face. "This is unfair!" he finally cried. "I may not have answered your question but I did answer, in a way. Now it is your turn!" He fell silent, using all of his resolve not to say a word until his companion did.

Legolas gazed at him for a few long moments, before throwing back his head to laugh lightly and heartily. "If that is the way you want it, dear hobbit, then that is the way it shall be," he answered with a smile. "For I have learned that the resolve of a hobbit is as stone compared to water: it cannot be cut, nor moved." He chuckled again. "Well, if you must know, I have journeyed all the way from Mirkwood to your door to find out something that has been on my mind since our journey."

It was Frodo's turn to raise an eyebrow. "To find out why I was always staring at you?" he muttered.

The Elf nodded. "That is exactly it," he said.

"But that does not answer my question."

"No," Legolas answered, "it does not."

They sat in silence for a few more moments, before Legolas said, "Now, I believe, it is your turn again."

Frodo was silent for a few long moments. Glancing around at their surroundings, he suddenly 'realized' something. "Oh dear!" he crowed, his laughter as fake as a cow painted with stripes pretending to be a zebra, "We're still out here? How the time flies! Legolas, my friend, what say we take this indoors and have a nice cup of—"

He made a sound somewhat akin to 'GAK!' as Legolas reached out and grabbed him by the front of his vest, pulling him almost violently closer. The hobbit's eyes grew as wide as saucers as he stared into the Elf's livid, sparking eyes.

"No more games, my friend," the Elf prince whispered, his voice deep and commanding. "I have given you ample time to answer me—more time then I give my own people! And I expect an answer from you." His eyes, despite the sparking anger in them, were also very…frightened.

Frodo could recognize fear in the eyes of any creature, be it Orc, Elf, or Man, and Legolas's eyes, he saw, were filled with it. It made him frown, despite the fear in his own heart. His eyes narrowed, and his own voice dropped. "Why do I see fear in your eyes, Master Elf?" he asked.

Legolas pulled back a bit, surprised. Then his own eyes narrowed, and a small smile tugged at his lips. "And why do I see it echoed in yours, Master Hobbit?"

The two were locked in combat with their eyes, neither willing to look away and give away their deepest secrets, yet both feeling uncomfortable at the same time. If it were possible, lightning would have been shooting from one's eyes to the other's, and the air would have turned heavy with electricity.

Abruptly, Legolas sat back and crossed his arms, curling his lips in an odd smirk as Frodo did the same. "I await your answer as eagerly as any hobbit waits for their dinner," he said finally.

"And I am as leery to give it as Gimli was to enter Lothlorien," Frodo retorted.

There was silence for a few long moments once more as they eyed each other. Then,

"Well, I suppose I should leave then."

Frodo blinked as Legolas stood up, stretching his long legs as he got to his feet. Brushing the grass and dirt off his pants, he looked down at Frodo with what seemed to be disappointment and sadness.

"But…why?"

Legolas shook his head. "You will not speak, and so my business here is for nothing," he replied, his voice dry and humourless. "I wish it had gone otherwise, Frodo. I truly…I truly wish it had." He bowed his head and looked away, his face contorting for an instant before being replaced by a blank expression.

Turning swiftly, Legolas began to walk briskly toward the front gate, his head bowed and shoulders hunched. Frodo gawked, unable to move, or say anything in his shock and surprise at the Elf's strange behaviour.

Just as he was opening his mouth to shout to Legolas to stop, wait a moment, there was a loud yowl of, "YAIDIOT!!!!!" and something came flying over the fence, heading in a beeline for Legolas's head. Frodo's eyes widened as the object spun in what seemed to be slow-motion, and he lurched to his feet in an attempt to warn the Elf of the oncoming danger.

Legolas turned his head to see the dark thing coming toward him out of the corner of his eye. He gasped as the object thwacked him in the face; his eyes rolled back in his head and he fell over backwards, not having been able to block it in time.

"Legolas!" Frodo jumped to his feet and dashed toward the fallen Eld, who lay sprawled in the grass with a stunned expression on his face. Falling to his knees beside the Elf for the second time that night, Frodo felt his eyes welling up with tears as he saw the large, red and purple lump already forming on his forehead. "Oh no, are you all right, Legolas?"

"Hmm….huh?" The Elf blinked dazedly for a moment, his eyes crossing. Frodo shook his shoulder gently, and Legolas blinked again, rolling his eyes around to look at the hobbit with a dazed expression. "Ai…Frodo…?"

"Are you well, Legolas?" the hobbit asked again, shaking him gently.

Legolas groaned, bringing one hand up to rub his head as he squeezed his eyes shut. "Aye, I am well…I think. What hit me?"

Frowning, Frodo picked up the offending object and dropped it onto the Elf's chest. "This," he said. Opening his eyes, Legolas picked up the rock and stared at it.

"What in the…"

"Do you think it was that monster from earlier?" Frodo asked plaintively. "I heard a shout right before it happened…"

"Aye, so did I. And I think you're right," Legolas said, managing to sit up. He groaned as a wave of dizziness came over him, and put his hand to his head again.

Putting a hand on the Elf's shoulder, Frodo leaned in close to look him in the eye, expression worried. "Are you all right?" he asked for the seventh or so time that night.

Legolas kept his eyes closed. "I must say, Frodo, that whatever that was struck me well," he said, crawling to his knees. "I also must suggest that we retreat somewhere that it cannot reach us. Mainly, in your home."

Frodo nodded and grabbed Legolas's arm, helping the taller Elf to his feet. Together, the two went back into Frodo's home, the little hobbit glancing back over his shoulder every now and again for fear of the monster coming after them once more.

As soon as they closed the door behind them, another wave of dizziness overcame the Elf, and he dropped to his knees. Frodo was at his side in an instant, his small voice trembling with concern for his friend. "Legolas! What's wrong? Don' tell me you are fine, because I know it's a lie!"

The Elf chuckled, peeking out of the corner of his eye at Frodo. 'I may have been beamed in the head with a rock,' he thought with an inward giggle. 'But it is not life threatening. Too bad Frodo isn't aware of that…' "I…I think I need a place to sit down and rest," he told Frodo in a quivering voice.

The hobbit nodded quickly, and helped Legolas to his feet again, chattering anxiously as he pulled and tugged the Elf into his bedroom, where there was a very nice, very thick, and VERY soft carpet on the floor. His bed was too small for Legolas to fit in, so the floor would have to do; although Frodo didn't think anything was good enough for his Elf friend.

Legolas continued to chuckle inwardly as Frodo basically groveled at his feet, prepared and willing to do whatever the Elf asked of him. A wicked thought crossed Legolas's mind, and a smile followed it, which he quickly hid as Frodo looked up at him with wide, watery eyes. "Frodo my lad," Legolas whispered. "Could you…please tell me why?"

Frodo blinked. "Tell you why? Why what?"

"Before I black out, Frodo…could you…answer my question? My head…it is…spinning so awfully…" Legolas feigned his eyes rolling back, allowing his eyelids to flutter and his whites to show. His head lolled back as Frodo yowled at him.

"Legolas? Legolas! Please, don't go! You won't die, will you? Oh please, please!" Frodo was, by now, in a terrible state. He was shaking with terror and he had to restrain himself from grabbing the Elf in his haste to keep him awake. The terrible fear that Legolas had been hit so hard something terrible had happened to his head was overwhelming the poor hobbit.

Legolas continued to string Frodo along, playing the part of a dying man to the fullest and enjoying it. "Frodo…please answer…my…my…" He let out a heaving, gasping sound and he squeezed his eyes closed as if in pain.

Frodo panicked. "LEGOLAS!" he screamed, finally giving in to the urge and grabbing the Elf by the front of his shirt. He began to shake him as hard as he could and tears streamed down his face as Legolas began to convulse slightly. "I love you! Fool Elf don't you die on me! I love you, you hear me? Blast you, Legolas!!!"

Falling down on top of the now-completely-still Elf's chest, Frodo began to sob uncontrollably, his hand clutching Legolas's shirt tightly as he shook with misery. He buried his face into his friend's chest, and so didn't notice when Legolas cracked open an eye to give him an odd look.

"Frodo…"

Frodo gasped and looked up to see a broad smile cross Legolas's features. "What…?"

"That's exactly what I wanted to hear, my dear hobbit," he whispered.

Sitting up, he took hold of Frodo's chin in two fingers and tilted his head forward. He took note of the shocked look in Frodo's eyes as their lips met, and then the dreamy look in them as the kiss grew deeper and more passionate. The Elf withheld a giggle once more as Frodo cupped his face in his small, gentle hands and pulled them closer than ever.

Unexpectedly, Frodo broke the kiss and gave Legolas a scathing look. "You made me believe you were dying," he accused with a scowl.

The Elf shrugged, winking. "Well, the results are worthwhile, are they not?" Frodo sighed, rolling his eyes as he allowed a smile to cross his face.

"Yes, yes they are," he replied, leaning forward again.

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"Well, it's about bloody time!" one voice grumped to another as they peered in through the window to Frodo's bedroom, watching the Elf and the hobbit kissing like maniacs. "That blasted Elf owes me now more than ever!"

The other shrugged. "Ah, come off it, Gimli. We did them two a favour."

"Sam, did you hear what he called us? 'The most horrid thing', and an 'Orc couldn't compare to our perverse visage'! BAH!" Gimli was rather put-out, and as he crossed his arms and huffed indignantly, Sam couldn't help but smile a bit.

Taking pity on the Dwarf, Sam patted his shoulder sympathetically. "Gimli, let it go," he said softly as he pulled his friend away from the window and toward the front gate, not once looking back. "Remember why we did this, hmm?"

"Aye, aye," Gimli grumbled sourly. "The damn Elf is my friend and I owe him as much." He paused, looking back over his shoulder once and allowing a small smile to touch his face. "And it is a good thing he's got a friend like me to help him out. Otherwise, he'd be as lost as a babe in the woods."

Sam chuckled.

The End

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