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Don't Speak.
He looked at me. I looked at him. And his wife to be glared at us both. For a moment he didn't recognise me. And then, he did.
"YOU!"
"Yes, me." I answered, sullenly.
"YOU!"
"Yes. Me."
"YOU!"
"YES. ME."
"YOU!"
"YES! ME!"
"YOU!"
"I think we've established this already. Can we move on?"
"Yes, I think we should move on." Said another voice. Female, same room, ahh, that'll be his wife to be then my brain pointed out. "So Veborion, your 'friend' refused to answer me when I asked. Can you tell me what she was doing creeping out of your room this morning?"
"She was here? In my room?"
"Yes, she was leaving your bedroom when I saw her. What exactly was she doing?"
For once Veborion was lost for words. He cringed as his wife to be ranted and raved at him. And I was loving every minute of it.
***
I made myself comfortable on a chair as I watched and listened to her tirade. This was the most fun I'd had since, well, since a very long time. I was thoroughly enjoying myself. Until she turned on me.
"How could you Veborion? With that, that... She'd not even pretty! Or blonde! Or..."
"Hey! I am still here y'know!" I cried. Ok I'll admit I'm not drop dead gorgeous, but it's not very nice to have it pointed out. Particularly within your hearing.
Her only response was a flick of hair immaculate hair before continuing her annihilation of me. "Look at you! And then look at me. You are nothing compared to me."
I looked at myself. And then at her. And then I wished I hadn't. What she said hurt. But I wasn't giving up without a fight.
"For your information I am a natural blonde. I just dye it darker because I prefer it."
She snorted in response.
"And anyway, there's no accounting for taste."
"What do you mean?"
"Well it's obvious innit. He prefers me to you."
"WHAT?!" She was stunned, but recovered quickly. "There is no way he could prefer you to me. You are not even an elf! You are of the race of men!" She sneered.
"Ours is a forbidden love." I murmured batting my eyelashes in Veborion's direction.
***
Veborion had remained silent throughout our exchange but at this he got up from the chair he had been sitting in and made his way closer towards us intent on speaking the truth.
"Hush love." I said covering his mouth with my hand and shoving him down so that he ended up sitting on the edge of the bed, his back turned towards the other elf. He looked furious.
I remembered something I had once read in a fan fiction story. The evil part of my brain silently cackled with laughter. If I was destined to screw up his relationship with this elf, I was going to do it properly. I just hoped what I had read was true. Something about elves confessing their undying love beneath the stars? Only one way to find out, I thought, and even if it's wrong it'll be a laugh.
"Last night," I began, Veborion began to struggle to free himself from my grip. I held him tighter and began again. "Last night we declared our love for each other beneath the stars and wed."
Veborion stopped struggling in disbelief and his wife to be took one look at the two of us taking in the adoring way I was gazing at Veborion before running out of the door and slamming it behind her. I grinned, glad that she had been unable to see Veborion's face as he had had his back to her. If she had she would have seen what he really thought of me and it was not nice. Not nice at all. Which was just at the moment I realised that I was all alone in the room with him. And he was between me and the door. Oops.
Idiot.
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Argh! I had to write this out twice after the computer screwed it up! And it was funnier the first time. Grr. Poor Veborion's wife to be. Will she be back? Who knows. R&R please!
Don't Speak.
He looked at me. I looked at him. And his wife to be glared at us both. For a moment he didn't recognise me. And then, he did.
"YOU!"
"Yes, me." I answered, sullenly.
"YOU!"
"Yes. Me."
"YOU!"
"YES. ME."
"YOU!"
"YES! ME!"
"YOU!"
"I think we've established this already. Can we move on?"
"Yes, I think we should move on." Said another voice. Female, same room, ahh, that'll be his wife to be then my brain pointed out. "So Veborion, your 'friend' refused to answer me when I asked. Can you tell me what she was doing creeping out of your room this morning?"
"She was here? In my room?"
"Yes, she was leaving your bedroom when I saw her. What exactly was she doing?"
For once Veborion was lost for words. He cringed as his wife to be ranted and raved at him. And I was loving every minute of it.
***
I made myself comfortable on a chair as I watched and listened to her tirade. This was the most fun I'd had since, well, since a very long time. I was thoroughly enjoying myself. Until she turned on me.
"How could you Veborion? With that, that... She'd not even pretty! Or blonde! Or..."
"Hey! I am still here y'know!" I cried. Ok I'll admit I'm not drop dead gorgeous, but it's not very nice to have it pointed out. Particularly within your hearing.
Her only response was a flick of hair immaculate hair before continuing her annihilation of me. "Look at you! And then look at me. You are nothing compared to me."
I looked at myself. And then at her. And then I wished I hadn't. What she said hurt. But I wasn't giving up without a fight.
"For your information I am a natural blonde. I just dye it darker because I prefer it."
She snorted in response.
"And anyway, there's no accounting for taste."
"What do you mean?"
"Well it's obvious innit. He prefers me to you."
"WHAT?!" She was stunned, but recovered quickly. "There is no way he could prefer you to me. You are not even an elf! You are of the race of men!" She sneered.
"Ours is a forbidden love." I murmured batting my eyelashes in Veborion's direction.
***
Veborion had remained silent throughout our exchange but at this he got up from the chair he had been sitting in and made his way closer towards us intent on speaking the truth.
"Hush love." I said covering his mouth with my hand and shoving him down so that he ended up sitting on the edge of the bed, his back turned towards the other elf. He looked furious.
I remembered something I had once read in a fan fiction story. The evil part of my brain silently cackled with laughter. If I was destined to screw up his relationship with this elf, I was going to do it properly. I just hoped what I had read was true. Something about elves confessing their undying love beneath the stars? Only one way to find out, I thought, and even if it's wrong it'll be a laugh.
"Last night," I began, Veborion began to struggle to free himself from my grip. I held him tighter and began again. "Last night we declared our love for each other beneath the stars and wed."
Veborion stopped struggling in disbelief and his wife to be took one look at the two of us taking in the adoring way I was gazing at Veborion before running out of the door and slamming it behind her. I grinned, glad that she had been unable to see Veborion's face as he had had his back to her. If she had she would have seen what he really thought of me and it was not nice. Not nice at all. Which was just at the moment I realised that I was all alone in the room with him. And he was between me and the door. Oops.
Idiot.
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Argh! I had to write this out twice after the computer screwed it up! And it was funnier the first time. Grr. Poor Veborion's wife to be. Will she be back? Who knows. R&R please!
