Author's Note:
Hey everyone. *sneezes* I'm sick. I've got the flu. Which sucks. I'm staying in bed tomorrow. But at least my head and ears don't hurt. But that's due to panadol which is beginning to wear off. Ow... there comes the pain... damnit. I hate it when it wears off. Anyway thank you SO much Brilaglar for all your lovely reviews ^^!! They were really sweet!! Anyway disclaimer: No LOTR isn't mine. I'm too poor to own it unfortunately.
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Chapter 12 – What only appears in teenage in magazines shouldn't appear to teenage eyes
Alice awoke the next morning suddenly having a brilliant plan. Alcohol induces hangovers. Legolas consumed a lot of alcohol the night previously. Legolas would have a hangover. Excellent. As Alice had kept away from the alcohol ("My body is a temple") she had avoided all inklings of a hangover. So being early in the morning she thought it would be a good time to awaken him. Unfortunately Alice seemed to forget that well known fact that Elves don't get sick therefore being unaffected by the after affects of alcohol. She found her way to Legolas's room quite easily and was about to run in making as much noise as it was possible. The resonance of a high G might do. She opened the door a crack to see if he was asleep. Unfortunately he wasn't asleep. He was alive and well and currently sitting up in his bed. And he wasn't wearing a shirt. Alice stood peeking through the doorway in utter fascination. And here she thought these beings only existed on computers or in Girlfriend, Dolly or Creme magazines. Legolas's upper torso... well, there was really only one word to describe it with. Hot. REALLY hot. With really nice muscle of course. And tanned to perfection. Phwoar that boy's upper body looked good. Then Alice suddenly had a thought she would have been rather better not thinking. What was under those covers??? She almost kicked herself for that thought. Now would be the perfect time to walk away. Suddenly something in Alice's blonde brain clicked into place and she shed her paralysis tip toeing away hoping that Legolas would hopefully not notice.
"Alice?" She heard her name being called. That could be only one person.
Legolas.
Oh shit.
Well it would be rude not to answer.
"Um yeah?" She said as calmly as she could. She thanked all higher forces that may or may not exist for her acting, manipulative, lying-her-ass-off skills that kept back extreme amounts of blushing which would be visible as Alice, being very self conscious about her skin had covered it with sunscreen for years so her skin was deathly pale.
"I have been meaning to apologise," He said, catching up with her trying to button his shirt at the same time.
"What for?" Alice asked. She had no idea at all what he was apologising for, he hadn't done anything wrong. In her eyes anyway.
"For the feast yester night," He explained. "I fear I may have pressed myself upon you without your consent due to the affects of the wine. I apologise because I know you are fragile towards it."
"Leggo, you don't have to apologise," She replied. "You danced with me. Big deal."
"Leggo?" Legolas exclaimed with a bemused expression upon his features. He had never heard his name abbreviated before. Alice couldn't help it this time. A blush fought its way to her face, much to her embarrassment suddenly for an unknown reason remembered him minus no clothing on .
"Oh, just a nickname to seem friendliness that I use all the time," Alice babbled almost incoherently.
"Shhh," Legolas told her. "You worry much about what people think. You do not have to. Everyone has high opinions of you just the way you are." Alice smiled. He had the sweetest soul. She fleetingly wondered if he was too good to be true. They stood in silence for awhile.
"I'm going to go for a walk," Alice finally decided. "Do you want to come?" A smile lit the elf prince's face.
"Yes, of course," He replied. Alice felt his hand slip around hers. "I would like to accompany you. If my lady would allow it." She smiled and clasped his hand in hers.
Legolas didn't know what made him hold her hand. But for some reason it felt right, so he ignored all implications it might cause. He was just glad to be in her company again as he hadn't been able to talk to her one on one since her arrival in Rivendell. They talked of the weather and he told Alice of his home, Mirkwood. She in turn told him of how much she was enjoying Rivendell. Legolas was slowing noticing how beautiful she was. Inside and out. Suddenly he was quite glad he had been sent on a quest to find her. After awhile, he could see Alice was tiring.
"Let us sit and rest," Legolas suggested.
"Good idea," They sat in a clearing beside a calm, blue pool. He watched as she breathed in and sighed contentedly. "I want to live here forever."
He smiled. "You are yet to see Lothlorien. It is far more beautiful."
"I can't believe I didn't want to come to this," She said. "Legolas, did you know my mother?"
"Yes I was fortunate enough to come into her company," He replied. "She was one of my mother's greatest confidantes. I believe I was but a child when I met her first."
"What was she like?" Legolas smiled sadly. He knew she'd be very curious about her mother.
"She was... she was beautiful," Legolas informed her. "She was kind." He paused. "She greatly resembled you."
"Thanks Legolas," Alice whispered, seeming to be greatly moved, as her eyes were misting over. "But I'm not kind nor beautiful. Sometimes I feel like the meanest person in the world. Like Murphy's law says 'Beauty is only skin deep but ugly goes right to the bone'. Sometimes I feel if ugliness is drilling right into my bones." She then let out a short laugh but as Legolas noted, there was no amusement in it. "Did that sound melodramatic or what? I'm boring you with my angst. Again."
"Your angst does not bore me Lady," He replied. Legolas caught her gaze and held it as if to challenge her. Suddenly something snapped in his brain and he felt this... feeling. Something he'd never felt before.
Love.
The world seemed to spin out of control. Unaware of his actions and hers, their lips met.
Oh my god were the only words running through Alice's head at that particular point in time. She was aware of the fact that she was kissing Legolas. VERY aware, but somehow not. Ugh. The world was spinning very much out of control like a never ending roller coaster going round a circular loop simultaneously. Still she couldn't help of being aware of the fact that for once, kissing was enjoyable for once. Usually, having a guy's tongue down her throat made her want to expel the contents of her stomach. She wondered once again if she was losing her sanity once and for all. No, she didn't want to be involved with this guy as everyone was already trying to plan her marriage, but for once, she cared not about the world. Of course a part of her was wishing a hole would open and swallow her but most of her was actually enjoying it. Suddenly, the pessimistic part of her took over her actions and she broke it off.
"Oh my god," She whispered putting her hands to her mouth. "Legolas I'm so sorry. Really, really sorry."
"Nay it is me who should be apologising," He replied. They stood in silence, staring at each other.
"Right. Well," Alice tried to find words to say something. Silence in this situation was far from golden. "I'm going to... um... go. Yes I'm going to go now."
"Alice I..."
Alice's smile was tight. "I'll see you later, ok?" Legolas nodded dumbly as Alice turned on her heel and walked out of there, as fast as her feet could carry her. Why oh why.... She had to find sugar. Fast. Sugar. Or Chocolate. Either would be preferable. Or caffeine. Caffeine was good too. In her mind overload she bumped into Nimithil and Arwen who were surprised to see her so worked up.
"Lindelë! My niece!" Arwen exclaimed. "What troubles you so as to be in this state?"
"Nothing oh nothing at all!" Alice at this point had began to babble hysterically and pretty much incoherently. "He just kissed me. Yes, he kissed me. Legolas Greenleaf KISSED me."
"Calm down Lindelë!" Arwen said sternly. "Now what is this about your little encounter with the Prince of Mirkwood?"
"Not that we did not know it would happen," Nimithil remarked wickedly. Alice took a deep breath in. She wasn't going to answer that comment. She stood there, struck speechless, until she felt hands making her sit down on the nearest bench.
"Let us start from the beginning," Arwen said.
"We were just WALKING," Alice said feeling another bout of hysteric babbling coming on. "And he held my hand, it was all rather sweet. Then we sat down to rest and it just happened. I don't know how it happened. I don't know why it happened. It just happened ok?"
"Hush," Arwen soothed. "We knew not of Legolas's intentions. Although we thought he may feel more than cordial towards you."
"Yes," Alice said, her voice tainted with sarcasm. "You dropped so many hints that I really couldn't miss it."
"So how did it feel to be kissed by an elf prince?"
Alice smiled. "And you really thought I'd divulge that piece of information to you didn't you?" The elf maidens nodded. Oh dear. This was going to be a long day.
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Yes, yes, I know it was sappy. But it had to come sometime. I'm afraid this may be turning into a Mary Sue... I found out what they were today. I'll try to keep it away from that as much as possible. Oh what the HELL. I can do whatever I want with this story. It's MINE. It's STOPPING ME FROM LOSING MY SANITY (Well not exactly). It's really what I'd LIKE TO BE DOING RIGHT NOW. But not with my cold. Anyway, review. Have fun reviewing it. I'm off to bed. Night night.
