Hello everyone!! How are you this wonderful day? I hope all in well on
your side of ff.net. Ok, here's Chapter 4 for you, along with it's many
Author notes, which you can read if you want, but you don't have to. Please
r/r, for me!! [Please note: all flames with be used to cook the
Fellowship's breakfast.and maybe second breakfast too, if Pippin has his
way. Thank you for listening.]
Author's Notes: OK, I'm trying to answer all the questions that have been asked in the reviews (all one of them, lol). In answer to Lady Eowyn of Rohan's questions from the first chapter (sorry it took me this long to try and answer them!!), Aragorn and Arwen are still engaged, but I'm kind of sketchy on what happened between Legolas and Aragorn on that fateful night (he *still* won't tell me). But I know for a fact that Aragorn and Arwen are still a thing. Yes, Legolas and Faramir were plotting against Gimli, not anything else, as Aragorn thought. This story is to be a romance/action kind of thing. I personally have no idea where this is going; I don't even know how it's going to end (although I do have a slight idea). I'm just letting this story take it's own path. And the reason for Faramir being in the story is because I hate Boromir (is that spelt right??) and I enjoyed the fact that he became a pincushion in the movie, so I left it like that. I have just about completely thrown away the story, except for what happened in the first book/movie, since that's the only one that I some what know about. (I haven't read any of the books, although I am trying to get a copy of them so that I can write correctly.) I hope that answered all of your questions!!
I do not own the Fellowship; I am just borrowing them for the length of this FanFic. But I do own all the unknown, never-before-heard-of characters.
Thanks so much to Missy-Chan and slave2slimshady for being such wonderful reviewers and for being with me from the start!! You guys are awesome!! (Don't worry Missy; you're coming up soon. You're not in this chapter, nor will u be in the next one, but I think your person is going to be in either chapter 6 or 7, if I ever get that far. Although, for this chapter, Hellfire is in it [power to the little people]; happy?) (And Emily, if you really want to be in my story, email me a character analysis, and I shall consider it.)
"Blah" is normal speak; 'Blah' is in Elven; {Blah} is thoughts
Chapter 4: Dinner and Sleeping Accommodations
For the second time while being in Lectra's presence, the Fellowship stood dumbfounded. But this time, it wasn't because of anything Lectra had said or done. Instead, it was because of what she had shown them.
"You live here?" exclaimed an amazed Sam.
"Yes, Samwise. I live here," said Lectra in a soft, subdued voice.
"This is beautiful," said Gimli, then quickly added "for a forest, of course," just incase any one tried to quote him on it later.
"I've seen every type of forest in Middle Earth, but I have never seen anything quite like this," murmured Legolas, while Faramir just stood there with his mouth hanging open like a hobbit in front of an all-you-can- eat buffet of mushrooms.
In front of the Fellowship stood a small forest of magnificent things. There were trees of every shape and size, some in bloom, others with leaves of silvers, oranges, and reds. There was every bush, flower, and moss imaginable, some that the Fellowship knew the names of, others they had never seen before. And throughout the whole place ran a little river, which cascaded down rocks into a tiny pool, which had little patches of color moving around in it, which could only be fish. In the center of this tiny paradise there was a giant, old oak tree, with curtains of falling ivy vines hiding it's insides.
"All of you shall also be staying here. Follow me," commanded Lectra softly.
The Fellowship followed the forest girl down a path that was lined with flowers of every smell and color. The only sound was the falling waters and the songs of birds, for even Gimli strode lightly through this little piece of heaven. The group passed over the river on a little wooden bridge, and they could see deep into the clear water to the multi colored rocks at the bottom.
"Don't wander off the paths," cautioned Lectra, even though it was obvious that the Fellowship would never even dream of simply bending the plants with a breath.
When they came upon the old oak tree's ivy curtains, Lectra made a slight gesture with her hands, and the vines parted. She stood aside with her arm out, almost like she holding back the ivy, even though she wasn't touching the vines.
Legolas and Faramir were the first to enter into the ivy's curtain, and both gasped audibly at what they saw. Inside of the giant living curtain was a completely different world. From the looks of it, the tree was where Lectra lived, with little alcoves curtained off by more ivy vines. But how she got up, they couldn't tell, since there were no steps going into the tree, and to get to the lowest branch, Legolas would have to stand on Faramir's shoulders and he would still have to jump. The path led to another, circular path, which looked like it went around the giant tree, with other paths leading off it through the curtain.
Legolas started to take a step forward, when the silence was broken by Lectra screaming, "Don't touch that!!" but it was too late. Being a curious hobbit who happens to get into a lot of trouble, Pippin had wandered off of the well-worn path looking for mushrooms and other edibles. Luckily, he hadn't crushed any of the plants, but in his search, he had wandered towards the ivy curtain, and had brushed against it. This is when Lectra had yelled.
But the warning had come too late, and as the other members of the Fellowship watched in transfixed horror, the ivy curtain came to life and wrapped around poor Pippin's legs and carried him up into the treetop.
"I told him not to leave the path," muttered Lectra darkly as she watched new vines fall into the places of the ones that had carried Pippin away.
"Where did he go?" asked a horrified Merry.
"You can get him back, can't you?" asked an equally horrified Frodo.
"He went up, can't you tell? Exactly where he went, I don't know. No one around here tells me where those who are caught go. But, don't worry, he'll show," stated Lectra. {Hopefully} she added to herself.
"Well, come along," she said to the Fellowship, and, after what had happened, they stayed right behind her.
She led them over to the trunk of the oak, which was even bigger then it had looked from next to the ivy curtain. And the lowest branch was even higher.
"This is where you'll be sleeping tonight," Lectra said, indicating the tree branches.
"Up there? I can't sleep in a tree!!" said Gimli, bordering on hysteria. (AN: Poor Gimli, ::snicker:: NOT!!)
"How are we supposed to get up there? It's not possible!" said Aragorn, punctuated by murmurings from the others.
Lectra making an odd gesture, in the direction of the old tree, cut everyone's mumblings off. Nothing seemed to happen.
"Well?" said Gimli, after a pause.
"Well what?" boomed a voice from near the tree, which caused the Fellowship (minus a hobbit) to all start in alarm, hands going to weapons. When nothing else happened, they all seemed to relax a little, but they all kept their hands on their weapons.
"Well is anyone going to answer my question? Or did you just not hear me?" boomed the voice again.
"It's all right, Father Oak, they heard you. You just started them," said Lectra loudly, almost like she was talking to someone who was hard of hearing.
"Well I would say so! Look at those two little ones! They're as pale as birch bark!" The voice guffawed. "Now who's going to introduce these that stand so small at my feet?"
"Of course, Father Oak. How silly of me to forget," Lectra looked at the Fellowship. "Well, introduce yourselves!" she snapped when no body moved.
"B-but, to who, Lectra?" said Merry in a small voice.
"Whom do you think to? Him, of course!" Lectra pointed at the tree. Then she realized why the others were so confused. "Father Oak, please show your self!" she said to the tree.
"Why, I'm right here, youngling! You can see me perfectly well, and you know it," said the voice, which seemed to be coming from the tree itself.
"My friends-" began Lectra.
"Oh, yes! You have friends with you, don't you, darling?" Then, the oddest thing began to happen; the tree began to move it's bark around, making it look like it had eyes and a mouth! Then, as the Fellowship watched, the eyes became more definite and there was even a nose! And all of the cracks in the bark began to make it look like the wrinkles on an old man's face. When Legolas looked even closer at the old tree, he realized that it was an old man's face, long beard and all! Now he knew who Father Oak was, not a true man, but the old oak tree!
"Thank you, Father Oak! These are my friends," Lectra introduced each person (except Pippin, who wasn't there). "My friends would like to sleep amongst your branches for the night," asked Lectra, but she was only answered by snoring. "Don't worry about that, he does it all the time. All it means is that I'll have to get you up, instead of having his help."
"How are you going to-" said Faramir, but he was cut off by Lectra making a pulling motion.
Doing this seemed to have no effect, but the Fellowship remembered what happened last time the girl gestured at something and nothing seemed to happen. They were rewarded by suddenly being lifted off the ground by ivy. But they all remembered what had happened to Pippin, and began to struggle in the vines' grasp.
"Stop wriggling, or it will think you're an enemy, and then you'll get to find out where Pippin went," stated Lectra calmly, as the vines lifted her up, almost lovingly. It was obvious to everyone that the vines knew her, and would obey her, so they stopped struggling.
The vines deposited the Fellowship on branches, none to gently. But the vines placed Lectra on one of the branches in the way a mother would place her baby into its crib. While the Fellowship put their scattered wits back in order, Lectra hopped energetically from branch to branch, making sure no body was permanently broken. Then she made another gesture, and the branches that everyone was on moved closer together. She then clapped her hands, and food floated up towards them. When Legolas looked underneath the trays of food, he saw little winged people. He nudged Lectra, who had ended up on his branch after checking on everyone. When she looked at him, he pointed to the little people, with a questioning look on his face, unable to talk because of all the magnificent food stuffed in his mouth.
When Lectra figured out what he was pointing at, she giggled and said "Faeries," quite simply, as if that would explain it. When Legolas still had a questioning look on his face as he swallowed his food, Lectra giggled again and said, "Watch."
She clapped her hands three times, and one of the trays was suddenly dropped clanging to the bottom of the tree, as a red and black blur came shooting out from underneath it. The little blur then came up to where the two were sitting, and stopped in front of Legolas' nose. When his eyes focused on the little creature in front of him, he saw that it was a little person, barely bigger than his palm, with dragonfly wings. The faerie was wearing black pants with a red tunic. The black in her pants were the same color as her raven hair, which fell down past the bottom of the tunic, which was the same color as her eyes.
"This is Hellfire. Hellfire, this is Legolas," said Lectra, by way of introduction. Hellfire quickly flew around Legolas' head, stopping by his pointed ears. She flew over to Lectra, and said something in high-pitched gibberish. The faerie flew back over to Legolas' ear, and started to pull on it.
"Hey! Watch it!" said Legolas, as he smacked his hand over his ear.
The faerie flew back in front of Legolas' face and said something in gibberish to Lectra, while giving Legolas odd looks. Then the faerie stuck her tongue out at Legolas, and said something to Lectra again, which caused the girl to fall over backwards from laughing. But, since she was on a branch, there was nothing behind her to catch her from falling. Which meant that she fell off the branch, laughing. Legolas quickly leaned over, while still keeping his balance, hoping that Lectra had been quick enough to catch onto the side of the branch, and then he would be able to pull her up. But to his surprise, she had not. Instead, she had been caught by vines, which were now carrying her back up to the branch. She was still laughing, but she had the giggles under somewhat control. When the vines finally placed her back on the branch Legolas was on, Lectra was taking deep breaths to calm herself.
"What's so funny?" asked Legolas, astounded.
"Oh, nothing. It's just that Hellfire finds your ears interesting." She giggled again. "She, um, wants to know how long it took?" asked Lectra, attempting to keep a straight face.
"How long?" asked Legolas.
"Yes, she wants to know how long it took your mother to pull your ears into that shape? Hellfire admires mischievous people, and she believes that if your mother pulled on your ears so much that they stayed that way, then you must have gotten into a lot of trouble!" Lectra began laughing again, so much that she almost fell over again, causing Legolas to catch her before she fell.
"Thank you," said Lectra, with Legolas gazing deeply into her deep green eyes. Legolas quickly broke the contact when he realized how close they had been. Hellfire began another high pitched screeching that could only be the faerie's form of laughing, when she saw how red Legolas' cheeks were.
"Oh shut up, you stupid little insect," mumbled Legolas as he swatted at the little person. Hellfire immediately stopped laughing, and began to glow a fiery red as she glared at the Elven archer.
"Bad idea!" muttered Lectra, as she leaned away from the angry faerie and its target.
Soon Legolas found out why. The red and black faerie began to dive bomb Legolas' head, until he threw his arms over his head in attempt to protect it. But, he left his nose uncovered, which the faerie aimed for. She thoroughly bit down hard on his nose, getting a very loud "OUCH!" from Legolas, and then she gave a faerie's equivalent of "So there" and flew off.
"I don't suggest upsetting any more faeries here," said Lectra in way of apology.
"Or touch vines," he muttered back as he rubbed his wincing nose.
"I can heal that, if you want me to. I know what it's like to be bitten by a faerie," Lectra said softly.
Once Legolas nodded his consent, Lectra reached out her hand to touch his nose. "Ow!" he yelped.
"Sorry, but I have to be in contact with it to heal it," she said, as she tentatively reached for his red nose again. This time he didn't pull back, but by the grimace on his face, it hurt. A lot.
Lectra muttered a single word in a language Legolas had never heard before. Then a soft blue light began to transcend her arm, showing through the green fabric of her shirt. The light moved into her hand, and then past her fingers into Legolas' nose, which began to tingle slightly. Then the light went back into Lectra's arm, leaving Legolas' nose feeling warm, in a nice kind of way.
"Better?" asked Lectra, while Legolas gingerly touched his nose. When he didn't flinch at his own touch, Lectra touched Legolas' nose also, inspecting her work. She nodded, and gave a satisfied smile. "Good. Now, you should eat something, while I get Father Oak to make enough rooms for all of you," and with that she leaped off their branch onto the branches below them, until she was close enough to the tree's face to talk to him.
Meanwhile, some faeries brought food up to Legolas, as soon as Lectra leapt from the branch. Legolas remembered to thank the little people underneath each tray, every time he took food off of one of the trays. When he was done eating, his branch began to move, almost like it knew he was done. The branch brought him up to a section of the tree that was curtained off by ivy. He hesitated when the branch stopped, because he did not want to touch the ivy curtain, but the vines moved aside when he approached them.
Inside looked like a bedroom, with two moss beds. The bed nearest the door was empty, but the other bed contained.
"Aragorn." Legolas spit the name out like it was something foul. "Why do I always end up having to share a room with you?"
"It was not of my picking this time. I think our little hostess knows more about us and our arguments then she lets us believe," said Aragorn.
"And why would you say that?" asked Legolas as he sat down on the surprisingly comfy bed.
Aragorn laughed at the amazed look on Legolas' face. "Comfy, isn't it?" He smiled in a way that made Legolas feel uncomfortable. "To answer your question, she put the two of us together, the three hobbits together, Gandalf has his own room, and Gimli and Faramir are in another. Also, we are trapped in here, unless you want to risk touching the ivy," Aragorn said all of this lying down, with his hands behind his head, like it was nothing to him.
Legolas looked questioningly at Aragorn, who waved his hand vaguely in the direction of the curtains that Legolas had come through. Legolas walked over to the vines expecting them to open for him when he approached. But when he got closer, and they didn't open, he began to turn back, until they began to open. He smirked over his shoulder at Aragorn and walked towards the open curtains, when he bashed into Lectra, who had been walking in. Instinctively, he reached out to steady her, but ended up staring into deep brown eyes, which belong to Lectra.
{How odd, her eyes were green before} thought Legolas, who quickly broke the contact between himself and Lectra when he heard Aragorn snickering behind him. Legolas quickly turned himself around, and sat on the moss bed, all the while glaring at Aragorn.
"I came to tell you two that you are not to go wandering around tonight without me going with you, or to make too much noise, because Father Oak is a light sleeper. Good night," said Lectra as she walked back along the branch to the ivy curtain.
"Why do you call him 'Father' Oak?" questioned Aragorn before she had passed the vines.
"I call him that because he treats me as I believe a father should treat a daughter, and he is also the oldest tree in this forest. Anyways, all the other forest plants call him that, and I just picked up on the term. Goodnight," she repeated, as she turned around again, and the vines fell down behind her, locking in the Elven Prince and future Human King.
TBC..
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Author's Notes: OK, I'm trying to answer all the questions that have been asked in the reviews (all one of them, lol). In answer to Lady Eowyn of Rohan's questions from the first chapter (sorry it took me this long to try and answer them!!), Aragorn and Arwen are still engaged, but I'm kind of sketchy on what happened between Legolas and Aragorn on that fateful night (he *still* won't tell me). But I know for a fact that Aragorn and Arwen are still a thing. Yes, Legolas and Faramir were plotting against Gimli, not anything else, as Aragorn thought. This story is to be a romance/action kind of thing. I personally have no idea where this is going; I don't even know how it's going to end (although I do have a slight idea). I'm just letting this story take it's own path. And the reason for Faramir being in the story is because I hate Boromir (is that spelt right??) and I enjoyed the fact that he became a pincushion in the movie, so I left it like that. I have just about completely thrown away the story, except for what happened in the first book/movie, since that's the only one that I some what know about. (I haven't read any of the books, although I am trying to get a copy of them so that I can write correctly.) I hope that answered all of your questions!!
I do not own the Fellowship; I am just borrowing them for the length of this FanFic. But I do own all the unknown, never-before-heard-of characters.
Thanks so much to Missy-Chan and slave2slimshady for being such wonderful reviewers and for being with me from the start!! You guys are awesome!! (Don't worry Missy; you're coming up soon. You're not in this chapter, nor will u be in the next one, but I think your person is going to be in either chapter 6 or 7, if I ever get that far. Although, for this chapter, Hellfire is in it [power to the little people]; happy?) (And Emily, if you really want to be in my story, email me a character analysis, and I shall consider it.)
"Blah" is normal speak; 'Blah' is in Elven; {Blah} is thoughts
Chapter 4: Dinner and Sleeping Accommodations
For the second time while being in Lectra's presence, the Fellowship stood dumbfounded. But this time, it wasn't because of anything Lectra had said or done. Instead, it was because of what she had shown them.
"You live here?" exclaimed an amazed Sam.
"Yes, Samwise. I live here," said Lectra in a soft, subdued voice.
"This is beautiful," said Gimli, then quickly added "for a forest, of course," just incase any one tried to quote him on it later.
"I've seen every type of forest in Middle Earth, but I have never seen anything quite like this," murmured Legolas, while Faramir just stood there with his mouth hanging open like a hobbit in front of an all-you-can- eat buffet of mushrooms.
In front of the Fellowship stood a small forest of magnificent things. There were trees of every shape and size, some in bloom, others with leaves of silvers, oranges, and reds. There was every bush, flower, and moss imaginable, some that the Fellowship knew the names of, others they had never seen before. And throughout the whole place ran a little river, which cascaded down rocks into a tiny pool, which had little patches of color moving around in it, which could only be fish. In the center of this tiny paradise there was a giant, old oak tree, with curtains of falling ivy vines hiding it's insides.
"All of you shall also be staying here. Follow me," commanded Lectra softly.
The Fellowship followed the forest girl down a path that was lined with flowers of every smell and color. The only sound was the falling waters and the songs of birds, for even Gimli strode lightly through this little piece of heaven. The group passed over the river on a little wooden bridge, and they could see deep into the clear water to the multi colored rocks at the bottom.
"Don't wander off the paths," cautioned Lectra, even though it was obvious that the Fellowship would never even dream of simply bending the plants with a breath.
When they came upon the old oak tree's ivy curtains, Lectra made a slight gesture with her hands, and the vines parted. She stood aside with her arm out, almost like she holding back the ivy, even though she wasn't touching the vines.
Legolas and Faramir were the first to enter into the ivy's curtain, and both gasped audibly at what they saw. Inside of the giant living curtain was a completely different world. From the looks of it, the tree was where Lectra lived, with little alcoves curtained off by more ivy vines. But how she got up, they couldn't tell, since there were no steps going into the tree, and to get to the lowest branch, Legolas would have to stand on Faramir's shoulders and he would still have to jump. The path led to another, circular path, which looked like it went around the giant tree, with other paths leading off it through the curtain.
Legolas started to take a step forward, when the silence was broken by Lectra screaming, "Don't touch that!!" but it was too late. Being a curious hobbit who happens to get into a lot of trouble, Pippin had wandered off of the well-worn path looking for mushrooms and other edibles. Luckily, he hadn't crushed any of the plants, but in his search, he had wandered towards the ivy curtain, and had brushed against it. This is when Lectra had yelled.
But the warning had come too late, and as the other members of the Fellowship watched in transfixed horror, the ivy curtain came to life and wrapped around poor Pippin's legs and carried him up into the treetop.
"I told him not to leave the path," muttered Lectra darkly as she watched new vines fall into the places of the ones that had carried Pippin away.
"Where did he go?" asked a horrified Merry.
"You can get him back, can't you?" asked an equally horrified Frodo.
"He went up, can't you tell? Exactly where he went, I don't know. No one around here tells me where those who are caught go. But, don't worry, he'll show," stated Lectra. {Hopefully} she added to herself.
"Well, come along," she said to the Fellowship, and, after what had happened, they stayed right behind her.
She led them over to the trunk of the oak, which was even bigger then it had looked from next to the ivy curtain. And the lowest branch was even higher.
"This is where you'll be sleeping tonight," Lectra said, indicating the tree branches.
"Up there? I can't sleep in a tree!!" said Gimli, bordering on hysteria. (AN: Poor Gimli, ::snicker:: NOT!!)
"How are we supposed to get up there? It's not possible!" said Aragorn, punctuated by murmurings from the others.
Lectra making an odd gesture, in the direction of the old tree, cut everyone's mumblings off. Nothing seemed to happen.
"Well?" said Gimli, after a pause.
"Well what?" boomed a voice from near the tree, which caused the Fellowship (minus a hobbit) to all start in alarm, hands going to weapons. When nothing else happened, they all seemed to relax a little, but they all kept their hands on their weapons.
"Well is anyone going to answer my question? Or did you just not hear me?" boomed the voice again.
"It's all right, Father Oak, they heard you. You just started them," said Lectra loudly, almost like she was talking to someone who was hard of hearing.
"Well I would say so! Look at those two little ones! They're as pale as birch bark!" The voice guffawed. "Now who's going to introduce these that stand so small at my feet?"
"Of course, Father Oak. How silly of me to forget," Lectra looked at the Fellowship. "Well, introduce yourselves!" she snapped when no body moved.
"B-but, to who, Lectra?" said Merry in a small voice.
"Whom do you think to? Him, of course!" Lectra pointed at the tree. Then she realized why the others were so confused. "Father Oak, please show your self!" she said to the tree.
"Why, I'm right here, youngling! You can see me perfectly well, and you know it," said the voice, which seemed to be coming from the tree itself.
"My friends-" began Lectra.
"Oh, yes! You have friends with you, don't you, darling?" Then, the oddest thing began to happen; the tree began to move it's bark around, making it look like it had eyes and a mouth! Then, as the Fellowship watched, the eyes became more definite and there was even a nose! And all of the cracks in the bark began to make it look like the wrinkles on an old man's face. When Legolas looked even closer at the old tree, he realized that it was an old man's face, long beard and all! Now he knew who Father Oak was, not a true man, but the old oak tree!
"Thank you, Father Oak! These are my friends," Lectra introduced each person (except Pippin, who wasn't there). "My friends would like to sleep amongst your branches for the night," asked Lectra, but she was only answered by snoring. "Don't worry about that, he does it all the time. All it means is that I'll have to get you up, instead of having his help."
"How are you going to-" said Faramir, but he was cut off by Lectra making a pulling motion.
Doing this seemed to have no effect, but the Fellowship remembered what happened last time the girl gestured at something and nothing seemed to happen. They were rewarded by suddenly being lifted off the ground by ivy. But they all remembered what had happened to Pippin, and began to struggle in the vines' grasp.
"Stop wriggling, or it will think you're an enemy, and then you'll get to find out where Pippin went," stated Lectra calmly, as the vines lifted her up, almost lovingly. It was obvious to everyone that the vines knew her, and would obey her, so they stopped struggling.
The vines deposited the Fellowship on branches, none to gently. But the vines placed Lectra on one of the branches in the way a mother would place her baby into its crib. While the Fellowship put their scattered wits back in order, Lectra hopped energetically from branch to branch, making sure no body was permanently broken. Then she made another gesture, and the branches that everyone was on moved closer together. She then clapped her hands, and food floated up towards them. When Legolas looked underneath the trays of food, he saw little winged people. He nudged Lectra, who had ended up on his branch after checking on everyone. When she looked at him, he pointed to the little people, with a questioning look on his face, unable to talk because of all the magnificent food stuffed in his mouth.
When Lectra figured out what he was pointing at, she giggled and said "Faeries," quite simply, as if that would explain it. When Legolas still had a questioning look on his face as he swallowed his food, Lectra giggled again and said, "Watch."
She clapped her hands three times, and one of the trays was suddenly dropped clanging to the bottom of the tree, as a red and black blur came shooting out from underneath it. The little blur then came up to where the two were sitting, and stopped in front of Legolas' nose. When his eyes focused on the little creature in front of him, he saw that it was a little person, barely bigger than his palm, with dragonfly wings. The faerie was wearing black pants with a red tunic. The black in her pants were the same color as her raven hair, which fell down past the bottom of the tunic, which was the same color as her eyes.
"This is Hellfire. Hellfire, this is Legolas," said Lectra, by way of introduction. Hellfire quickly flew around Legolas' head, stopping by his pointed ears. She flew over to Lectra, and said something in high-pitched gibberish. The faerie flew back over to Legolas' ear, and started to pull on it.
"Hey! Watch it!" said Legolas, as he smacked his hand over his ear.
The faerie flew back in front of Legolas' face and said something in gibberish to Lectra, while giving Legolas odd looks. Then the faerie stuck her tongue out at Legolas, and said something to Lectra again, which caused the girl to fall over backwards from laughing. But, since she was on a branch, there was nothing behind her to catch her from falling. Which meant that she fell off the branch, laughing. Legolas quickly leaned over, while still keeping his balance, hoping that Lectra had been quick enough to catch onto the side of the branch, and then he would be able to pull her up. But to his surprise, she had not. Instead, she had been caught by vines, which were now carrying her back up to the branch. She was still laughing, but she had the giggles under somewhat control. When the vines finally placed her back on the branch Legolas was on, Lectra was taking deep breaths to calm herself.
"What's so funny?" asked Legolas, astounded.
"Oh, nothing. It's just that Hellfire finds your ears interesting." She giggled again. "She, um, wants to know how long it took?" asked Lectra, attempting to keep a straight face.
"How long?" asked Legolas.
"Yes, she wants to know how long it took your mother to pull your ears into that shape? Hellfire admires mischievous people, and she believes that if your mother pulled on your ears so much that they stayed that way, then you must have gotten into a lot of trouble!" Lectra began laughing again, so much that she almost fell over again, causing Legolas to catch her before she fell.
"Thank you," said Lectra, with Legolas gazing deeply into her deep green eyes. Legolas quickly broke the contact when he realized how close they had been. Hellfire began another high pitched screeching that could only be the faerie's form of laughing, when she saw how red Legolas' cheeks were.
"Oh shut up, you stupid little insect," mumbled Legolas as he swatted at the little person. Hellfire immediately stopped laughing, and began to glow a fiery red as she glared at the Elven archer.
"Bad idea!" muttered Lectra, as she leaned away from the angry faerie and its target.
Soon Legolas found out why. The red and black faerie began to dive bomb Legolas' head, until he threw his arms over his head in attempt to protect it. But, he left his nose uncovered, which the faerie aimed for. She thoroughly bit down hard on his nose, getting a very loud "OUCH!" from Legolas, and then she gave a faerie's equivalent of "So there" and flew off.
"I don't suggest upsetting any more faeries here," said Lectra in way of apology.
"Or touch vines," he muttered back as he rubbed his wincing nose.
"I can heal that, if you want me to. I know what it's like to be bitten by a faerie," Lectra said softly.
Once Legolas nodded his consent, Lectra reached out her hand to touch his nose. "Ow!" he yelped.
"Sorry, but I have to be in contact with it to heal it," she said, as she tentatively reached for his red nose again. This time he didn't pull back, but by the grimace on his face, it hurt. A lot.
Lectra muttered a single word in a language Legolas had never heard before. Then a soft blue light began to transcend her arm, showing through the green fabric of her shirt. The light moved into her hand, and then past her fingers into Legolas' nose, which began to tingle slightly. Then the light went back into Lectra's arm, leaving Legolas' nose feeling warm, in a nice kind of way.
"Better?" asked Lectra, while Legolas gingerly touched his nose. When he didn't flinch at his own touch, Lectra touched Legolas' nose also, inspecting her work. She nodded, and gave a satisfied smile. "Good. Now, you should eat something, while I get Father Oak to make enough rooms for all of you," and with that she leaped off their branch onto the branches below them, until she was close enough to the tree's face to talk to him.
Meanwhile, some faeries brought food up to Legolas, as soon as Lectra leapt from the branch. Legolas remembered to thank the little people underneath each tray, every time he took food off of one of the trays. When he was done eating, his branch began to move, almost like it knew he was done. The branch brought him up to a section of the tree that was curtained off by ivy. He hesitated when the branch stopped, because he did not want to touch the ivy curtain, but the vines moved aside when he approached them.
Inside looked like a bedroom, with two moss beds. The bed nearest the door was empty, but the other bed contained.
"Aragorn." Legolas spit the name out like it was something foul. "Why do I always end up having to share a room with you?"
"It was not of my picking this time. I think our little hostess knows more about us and our arguments then she lets us believe," said Aragorn.
"And why would you say that?" asked Legolas as he sat down on the surprisingly comfy bed.
Aragorn laughed at the amazed look on Legolas' face. "Comfy, isn't it?" He smiled in a way that made Legolas feel uncomfortable. "To answer your question, she put the two of us together, the three hobbits together, Gandalf has his own room, and Gimli and Faramir are in another. Also, we are trapped in here, unless you want to risk touching the ivy," Aragorn said all of this lying down, with his hands behind his head, like it was nothing to him.
Legolas looked questioningly at Aragorn, who waved his hand vaguely in the direction of the curtains that Legolas had come through. Legolas walked over to the vines expecting them to open for him when he approached. But when he got closer, and they didn't open, he began to turn back, until they began to open. He smirked over his shoulder at Aragorn and walked towards the open curtains, when he bashed into Lectra, who had been walking in. Instinctively, he reached out to steady her, but ended up staring into deep brown eyes, which belong to Lectra.
{How odd, her eyes were green before} thought Legolas, who quickly broke the contact between himself and Lectra when he heard Aragorn snickering behind him. Legolas quickly turned himself around, and sat on the moss bed, all the while glaring at Aragorn.
"I came to tell you two that you are not to go wandering around tonight without me going with you, or to make too much noise, because Father Oak is a light sleeper. Good night," said Lectra as she walked back along the branch to the ivy curtain.
"Why do you call him 'Father' Oak?" questioned Aragorn before she had passed the vines.
"I call him that because he treats me as I believe a father should treat a daughter, and he is also the oldest tree in this forest. Anyways, all the other forest plants call him that, and I just picked up on the term. Goodnight," she repeated, as she turned around again, and the vines fell down behind her, locking in the Elven Prince and future Human King.
TBC..
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