Title: Elf boy and the attack of the Poison ivy
Author: Trinity/lee
Summary: The sequel to Elf boy gets a cold, we left Legolas in a pile of Poison ivy I believe so lets go see what happened after that.
Authors note: Well I couldn't decide whether to do a sequel to Elf boy gets a cold or a Boromir fic. So I decided to do both. I'll update this story every Sunday and my Boromir fic: Snappy dressing dude gets hit on the head, every Wednesday. So anyways here it is.
Chapter 1: -Look before you sit-
Legolas sighed as he hiked along behind the rest of fellowship. He was red and itchy; his normally smooth elvan skin was now completely covered in red patches which he craved to scratch. He was however well aware of Aragorn's eyes upon him as he walked, the ranger had dropped back from the front to keep a close eye on the elf, and looked at him disapprovingly when ever he attempted to scratch. So the elves hands hung loosely by his sides, his long fingers occasionally twitching.
The whole ordeal was made more difficult by the constant snickering of the hobbits as they turned around and looked at him and the comments Gimli kept making about the skill of wood elves these days.
Legolas still coloured in embarrassment at the thought of how foolish his actions had been, he was also sore, not only from the Ivy but about the fact that he had just survived the flu. Right this moment he should be the epitome of health, instead, due to his blinded he was the epitome of the red, the puffy, and the itchy.
Aragorn had gathered herbs as the ingredients for the cream as promised. When he had returned from the forest he had been about to begin preparing it when Gandalf had came over and announced that it was finally time to leave.
When Legolas's predicament was brought to light, and the hobbits had stopped rolling about on the ground laughing, the wizard had begun to entertain the idea that perhaps the fellowship ought to stay a little longer.
"No!" the elf had adamantly replied "We have lost too much time already," he said, as the hobbits tried to compose themselves "I am not the bad at any rate and we have many orcs to fight, if we do not do it who will? There could be villages out there which are crying for our help…" Legolas stopped when he found he was staring at three unconvinced faces, two attempting to stifle their laughter, and another two which had lost the battle all together and were back on the ground.
Legolas sighed, "And Aragorn has some…" he shuddered "cream". The ranger nodded his head in agreement, and it was decided they would be able to leave that day.
"But first" the wizard said "you can make use of some of this cream of Aragon's"
Ruefully the elf nodded and the ranger began to prepare the herbs. The elf nervously went and sat under another tree, checking twice that the ground was completely bare.
He watched Aragorn as he tat stirring the pot. Merry and Pippin wandered up to the ranger and commented on the wonderful things you could do with herbs' Snickering behind their hands as they looked at the elf.
Aragorn finally finished mixing the herbs and made his way over to Legolas. The ranger knelt in front of the elf ad began to roll up his own sleeves.
A look of horror crossed the elves face when the ranger told him to take his shirt off. He wrapped his arms about his chest tightly.
Gimli suddenly materialized behind the ranger, Legolas was surprised at the dwarf's ability to sneak up on him lately, perhaps he was rubbing off on the stout creature who a year or so ago he could have heard coming over an army of screaming Orcs.
"You would think you were a girl the way you carry on elf, he's not going to hurt you"
The ranger was securing his sleeves at the elbow
"Yes, this isn't painful Legolas, it should help to ease the itching." I wouldn't think an Elf would be afraid of a few herbs.
Legolas thought back to the other remedies Aragorn had used on him in the recent past and decided he had a lot to fear from the man's potions. With extreme reluctance the elf removed his shirt and allowed the ranger to kneel behind him.
Aragorn, placed his hands in the wooden bowl and scooped out an amount of the glutinous paste, and smacked it on Legolas's back.
The elf gave a shrill yelp.
"What?" Aragorn asked, looking up.
"C…c..cold" the elf replied and began to shiver as the ranger began to rub the cream in
"I thought elves were immune to the cold" the dwarf again interrupted
Legolas glared at him and was about to make a scathing remark when Aragorn put some more cream on and he yelped again.
Legolas had suffered the treatment and they were now on the road again, Legolas reassured himself that the cream had worked and that he felt no inclination to scratch. Subconsciously Legolas's hand began to creep over his arm.
The ranger's hand suddenly reached out and slapped the elf's away.
Legolas looked at the man with increasing annoyance and then refocused on the road ahead.
* * *
As the sun rose hight above them the fellowship paused for lunch. They had seen no sign that Orcs were near and it would please the hobbits to be able to rest and feed. As the company settled down the eat Legolas excused himself and snuck fugitively into the forest.
Once he was hidden by the trees he grinned and began to scratch himself all over, sighing in relief. This he did for ten minutes or more when he heard the sudden snap of a twig. Swiftly he was on his feet, bow drawn and ready in his hand.
He relaxed when he realised it was only the ranger and replaced the bow and arrow.
"Is something wrong Aragorn?" the elf asked the silent ranger innocently.
The man looked at him menacingly and roughly took him by the arm and lead him back to where the rest of the fellowship rested.
"Ow" Legolas said reproachfully as he was pulled through the undergrowth.
Aragorn lead the elf back and stopped by his pack, and stoped, pulling out something Legolas couldn't see out.
The elf, fearing it was more cream tried to flee but found that the rangers grip only tightened The dark hair man straightened and spun the elf around, grabbing his slender arms and pinning them behind his back.
To his horror Legolas realised that Aragorn was binding his hands behind his back! The ranger pulled out the length of rope and deftly and * tightly * bound the elves hands.
Though he struggled like a cat in a trap Legolas realised that the rope was tied too tightly to slip out of. The elf gasped and spluttered, too enraged to think of anything to say.
Legolas wondered briefly how the ranger had learnt to bind an elf so well, but his thoughts slipped to the mans bedroom life with Arwen and a horrified look crossed his face and he quickly snapped back to the present situation.
Aragorn turned the elf to face him and Legolas, finding he had use of his voice again yelled
"What do you think your doing? Untie me at once!" his blue eyes were flashing
"So you are free to scratch?" the ranger asked
The elf reddened when he realised he had been caught in the act and his anger was quickly extinguished.
Aragorn led Legolas over to where the fellowship sat, eating theiir lunch and pushed the elf down onto his knees.
"How am I going to eat?" the elf said indignantly
The ranger picked up a bowl and spoon and grinned.
"Open wide" he said
-Next chapter: more bondage, lol, and some terrified villagers, but wait, they're not terrified of Orcs, they're terrified of the red splotchy elf boy! Lol ok please review, you know I live for the reviews, and they still make me write faster.
Author: Trinity/lee
Summary: The sequel to Elf boy gets a cold, we left Legolas in a pile of Poison ivy I believe so lets go see what happened after that.
Authors note: Well I couldn't decide whether to do a sequel to Elf boy gets a cold or a Boromir fic. So I decided to do both. I'll update this story every Sunday and my Boromir fic: Snappy dressing dude gets hit on the head, every Wednesday. So anyways here it is.
Chapter 1: -Look before you sit-
Legolas sighed as he hiked along behind the rest of fellowship. He was red and itchy; his normally smooth elvan skin was now completely covered in red patches which he craved to scratch. He was however well aware of Aragorn's eyes upon him as he walked, the ranger had dropped back from the front to keep a close eye on the elf, and looked at him disapprovingly when ever he attempted to scratch. So the elves hands hung loosely by his sides, his long fingers occasionally twitching.
The whole ordeal was made more difficult by the constant snickering of the hobbits as they turned around and looked at him and the comments Gimli kept making about the skill of wood elves these days.
Legolas still coloured in embarrassment at the thought of how foolish his actions had been, he was also sore, not only from the Ivy but about the fact that he had just survived the flu. Right this moment he should be the epitome of health, instead, due to his blinded he was the epitome of the red, the puffy, and the itchy.
Aragorn had gathered herbs as the ingredients for the cream as promised. When he had returned from the forest he had been about to begin preparing it when Gandalf had came over and announced that it was finally time to leave.
When Legolas's predicament was brought to light, and the hobbits had stopped rolling about on the ground laughing, the wizard had begun to entertain the idea that perhaps the fellowship ought to stay a little longer.
"No!" the elf had adamantly replied "We have lost too much time already," he said, as the hobbits tried to compose themselves "I am not the bad at any rate and we have many orcs to fight, if we do not do it who will? There could be villages out there which are crying for our help…" Legolas stopped when he found he was staring at three unconvinced faces, two attempting to stifle their laughter, and another two which had lost the battle all together and were back on the ground.
Legolas sighed, "And Aragorn has some…" he shuddered "cream". The ranger nodded his head in agreement, and it was decided they would be able to leave that day.
"But first" the wizard said "you can make use of some of this cream of Aragon's"
Ruefully the elf nodded and the ranger began to prepare the herbs. The elf nervously went and sat under another tree, checking twice that the ground was completely bare.
He watched Aragorn as he tat stirring the pot. Merry and Pippin wandered up to the ranger and commented on the wonderful things you could do with herbs' Snickering behind their hands as they looked at the elf.
Aragorn finally finished mixing the herbs and made his way over to Legolas. The ranger knelt in front of the elf ad began to roll up his own sleeves.
A look of horror crossed the elves face when the ranger told him to take his shirt off. He wrapped his arms about his chest tightly.
Gimli suddenly materialized behind the ranger, Legolas was surprised at the dwarf's ability to sneak up on him lately, perhaps he was rubbing off on the stout creature who a year or so ago he could have heard coming over an army of screaming Orcs.
"You would think you were a girl the way you carry on elf, he's not going to hurt you"
The ranger was securing his sleeves at the elbow
"Yes, this isn't painful Legolas, it should help to ease the itching." I wouldn't think an Elf would be afraid of a few herbs.
Legolas thought back to the other remedies Aragorn had used on him in the recent past and decided he had a lot to fear from the man's potions. With extreme reluctance the elf removed his shirt and allowed the ranger to kneel behind him.
Aragorn, placed his hands in the wooden bowl and scooped out an amount of the glutinous paste, and smacked it on Legolas's back.
The elf gave a shrill yelp.
"What?" Aragorn asked, looking up.
"C…c..cold" the elf replied and began to shiver as the ranger began to rub the cream in
"I thought elves were immune to the cold" the dwarf again interrupted
Legolas glared at him and was about to make a scathing remark when Aragorn put some more cream on and he yelped again.
Legolas had suffered the treatment and they were now on the road again, Legolas reassured himself that the cream had worked and that he felt no inclination to scratch. Subconsciously Legolas's hand began to creep over his arm.
The ranger's hand suddenly reached out and slapped the elf's away.
Legolas looked at the man with increasing annoyance and then refocused on the road ahead.
* * *
As the sun rose hight above them the fellowship paused for lunch. They had seen no sign that Orcs were near and it would please the hobbits to be able to rest and feed. As the company settled down the eat Legolas excused himself and snuck fugitively into the forest.
Once he was hidden by the trees he grinned and began to scratch himself all over, sighing in relief. This he did for ten minutes or more when he heard the sudden snap of a twig. Swiftly he was on his feet, bow drawn and ready in his hand.
He relaxed when he realised it was only the ranger and replaced the bow and arrow.
"Is something wrong Aragorn?" the elf asked the silent ranger innocently.
The man looked at him menacingly and roughly took him by the arm and lead him back to where the rest of the fellowship rested.
"Ow" Legolas said reproachfully as he was pulled through the undergrowth.
Aragorn lead the elf back and stopped by his pack, and stoped, pulling out something Legolas couldn't see out.
The elf, fearing it was more cream tried to flee but found that the rangers grip only tightened The dark hair man straightened and spun the elf around, grabbing his slender arms and pinning them behind his back.
To his horror Legolas realised that Aragorn was binding his hands behind his back! The ranger pulled out the length of rope and deftly and * tightly * bound the elves hands.
Though he struggled like a cat in a trap Legolas realised that the rope was tied too tightly to slip out of. The elf gasped and spluttered, too enraged to think of anything to say.
Legolas wondered briefly how the ranger had learnt to bind an elf so well, but his thoughts slipped to the mans bedroom life with Arwen and a horrified look crossed his face and he quickly snapped back to the present situation.
Aragorn turned the elf to face him and Legolas, finding he had use of his voice again yelled
"What do you think your doing? Untie me at once!" his blue eyes were flashing
"So you are free to scratch?" the ranger asked
The elf reddened when he realised he had been caught in the act and his anger was quickly extinguished.
Aragorn led Legolas over to where the fellowship sat, eating theiir lunch and pushed the elf down onto his knees.
"How am I going to eat?" the elf said indignantly
The ranger picked up a bowl and spoon and grinned.
"Open wide" he said
-Next chapter: more bondage, lol, and some terrified villagers, but wait, they're not terrified of Orcs, they're terrified of the red splotchy elf boy! Lol ok please review, you know I live for the reviews, and they still make me write faster.