For all who have seen the LotR: FotR movie, watch very closely in the scene where Frodo is in bed,
the previous chapter WAS based on a true story, Frodo's right nipple does show, and that was pretty
much me and my sister as we repeted the scene over and over and over and- *Gets prodded* Yes well
you get the point. My little disclaimer: I don't own the people or anything Related to Lord of the
Rings, it all belongs to Tolkien and whatever Peter Jackson own. *sobs* BRILLANT MEN! Yes well, on
with the story...
~~**~~
Likara and Legolas went tearing through Rivendell, both looking like twins, the only difference being Legolas looked sane. Likara still grasped his arm, and was pulling him happily through the meadows of the palace.
"Likara, how about I suggest something to stop from terrifying Elronds subjects?" He stopped dead in his tracks and his sister went flying backwards.
"Sure, what is your, suggustion?"
"I say, you go back to your rooms, borrow some riding dresses, and then we RIDE around the grounds instead of running like maniacs."
She rose her eyebrows, giving him a look that said stupid very clearly. "Legolas Greenleaf you KNOW I don't own a single riding dress, I barely even wear dresses. No way in heaven or hell are you going to get me into one now."
"Oh come on Lika! For Elrond?" She shook her head. "Where would I get one?"
"Ask Arwen."
"No"
"Not even for me?" He batted his eyes at her. Another shake.
"For the Hobbits?" She grinned and scampered off.
Legolas grinned after his sister, "I'll meet you at the stables!" He said his voice slightly raised. His sister raised her hand in adknowledgment and then tripped, falling flat on her face. She stood up, looking around dizzily at the Elves who had stopped their talking and aimless wandering to look at her. "I'm okay!" Before they knew it she was up and running again.
~~**~~ "How did I get into this mess? I hate Arwen, prissy little chick with the most annoying voice in the world. She slowed down, dragging her feet as she wandered through the halls, seemingly empty of anybody. "And how does he expect me to find one person I know out of the billions here? Oh, fun, I'm talking to myself now." Her eyes narrowed, as she studied the immaculate walls of white, and saw a dark figure out of the corner of her vision. She stopped and moved towards him.
"Sir! Sire! Excuse me." She moved towards him, a man, a little shorter than she with chesnut hair sheered to his shoulders, wearing a dark green green shirt and black trousers. She went to tapp his shoulder but he answered before she could touch him.
"Likara, how are you?" He turned around.
"ARAGORN!" She screamed. "Valar, how are you? Legolas has been worried sick, for like, five years you never wrote, or visited and we didn't even know if you were alive. You humans are so delicate." They both laughed at that and he tossed an arm around her shoulders, leading her away from the balconies.
"In truth, I crossed through Mirkwood, tracking Smeagol for Gandalf. These are hard times Likara." He sighed and she looked closely for the first time. His beard was flecked with gray that had never been there before and his eyes had creases from trials that she had not seen. She touched his cheek softly, a wistful look crossing her face.
"Its been a long time indeed." She smiled. "Well, be sure to see Legolas, he'll enjoy your company." She squeezed his arm, turning to leave him. "Oh, wait, do you know where Arwen Evenstar is? I need to find her."
He nodded, a look flashing through his smile. Joy? Happiness? She shrugged it off. "Her room is just down this hall and to the left." He looked at her inquisitivly. "You like her now?"
"No! But she's the only woman here that I have even spoken to and I need a-" she grimanced. "A dress."
Aragorn laughed, a soft chuckle, there and then gone just as quickly. "I don't think I can remember ever seeing you in something so feminine."
"Legolas told me to."
"And I don't remember you ever taking orders from your brother."
She smacked him on the shoulder and glared playfully. "I'll see you okay?"
"Of course." He took her hand, kissing the back of it and then turned, looking out the window.
~~**~~
Likara knocked on the door, shifting from one foot to the other, as the seconds pass the look of pain and sheer annoyance grew more apparent. She banged harder, her fist slamming into the heavy oak doors. "ARWEN UNDOMIEL OPEN UP! OPEN I SAY!"
A soft, sensual voice replied. "One moment, if you will." The door swung open and the owner of the room smiled. She laid a cool hand on Likara's arm, leading her gently into the room.
"Please excuse the mess." She looked around at the immaculate room and the urge to slap her rose. The dark haired elf glided effortlessly around the room, straightening things that were already perfectly placed, and chatting in the breathy, seductive voice that her Ediquette Mistress had tried to implant on her.
"Arwen?" Her voice strained as she tried to sound like she wasn't throughly disgusted to be in here.
"Yes?" Likara winced and spoke quickly in a forced voice, her hands balled at her sides.
"IneedaridingdressbecauseimlookingforthehobbitsandlegolassaidIneedone."
"Pardon me?" She laughed musically. "Slow down child."
The look of pure irraition took over her face.
"I. Need. A. Riding. Gown."
"Of course, what's mine is your's Likara, you know that." She seemingly floated towards her wardrobe, finding a dark blue dress, slit up the middle for riding. It was beautiful, inlaid with gold and sky blue gems, so tiny they were only visible when the light hit them, sending a dazzling shower of rainbowed light.
"Do you have anything more, er- plain?"
"Oh don't worry about this old thing, here, its yours." Arwen rustled her hair softly and the guided her towards the door. "Have a good ride Lika." The door swung closed and clicked softly.
"Don't. Call. Me. LIKA!" She shouted to the door and stormed out.
the previous chapter WAS based on a true story, Frodo's right nipple does show, and that was pretty
much me and my sister as we repeted the scene over and over and over and- *Gets prodded* Yes well
you get the point. My little disclaimer: I don't own the people or anything Related to Lord of the
Rings, it all belongs to Tolkien and whatever Peter Jackson own. *sobs* BRILLANT MEN! Yes well, on
with the story...
~~**~~
Likara and Legolas went tearing through Rivendell, both looking like twins, the only difference being Legolas looked sane. Likara still grasped his arm, and was pulling him happily through the meadows of the palace.
"Likara, how about I suggest something to stop from terrifying Elronds subjects?" He stopped dead in his tracks and his sister went flying backwards.
"Sure, what is your, suggustion?"
"I say, you go back to your rooms, borrow some riding dresses, and then we RIDE around the grounds instead of running like maniacs."
She rose her eyebrows, giving him a look that said stupid very clearly. "Legolas Greenleaf you KNOW I don't own a single riding dress, I barely even wear dresses. No way in heaven or hell are you going to get me into one now."
"Oh come on Lika! For Elrond?" She shook her head. "Where would I get one?"
"Ask Arwen."
"No"
"Not even for me?" He batted his eyes at her. Another shake.
"For the Hobbits?" She grinned and scampered off.
Legolas grinned after his sister, "I'll meet you at the stables!" He said his voice slightly raised. His sister raised her hand in adknowledgment and then tripped, falling flat on her face. She stood up, looking around dizzily at the Elves who had stopped their talking and aimless wandering to look at her. "I'm okay!" Before they knew it she was up and running again.
~~**~~ "How did I get into this mess? I hate Arwen, prissy little chick with the most annoying voice in the world. She slowed down, dragging her feet as she wandered through the halls, seemingly empty of anybody. "And how does he expect me to find one person I know out of the billions here? Oh, fun, I'm talking to myself now." Her eyes narrowed, as she studied the immaculate walls of white, and saw a dark figure out of the corner of her vision. She stopped and moved towards him.
"Sir! Sire! Excuse me." She moved towards him, a man, a little shorter than she with chesnut hair sheered to his shoulders, wearing a dark green green shirt and black trousers. She went to tapp his shoulder but he answered before she could touch him.
"Likara, how are you?" He turned around.
"ARAGORN!" She screamed. "Valar, how are you? Legolas has been worried sick, for like, five years you never wrote, or visited and we didn't even know if you were alive. You humans are so delicate." They both laughed at that and he tossed an arm around her shoulders, leading her away from the balconies.
"In truth, I crossed through Mirkwood, tracking Smeagol for Gandalf. These are hard times Likara." He sighed and she looked closely for the first time. His beard was flecked with gray that had never been there before and his eyes had creases from trials that she had not seen. She touched his cheek softly, a wistful look crossing her face.
"Its been a long time indeed." She smiled. "Well, be sure to see Legolas, he'll enjoy your company." She squeezed his arm, turning to leave him. "Oh, wait, do you know where Arwen Evenstar is? I need to find her."
He nodded, a look flashing through his smile. Joy? Happiness? She shrugged it off. "Her room is just down this hall and to the left." He looked at her inquisitivly. "You like her now?"
"No! But she's the only woman here that I have even spoken to and I need a-" she grimanced. "A dress."
Aragorn laughed, a soft chuckle, there and then gone just as quickly. "I don't think I can remember ever seeing you in something so feminine."
"Legolas told me to."
"And I don't remember you ever taking orders from your brother."
She smacked him on the shoulder and glared playfully. "I'll see you okay?"
"Of course." He took her hand, kissing the back of it and then turned, looking out the window.
~~**~~
Likara knocked on the door, shifting from one foot to the other, as the seconds pass the look of pain and sheer annoyance grew more apparent. She banged harder, her fist slamming into the heavy oak doors. "ARWEN UNDOMIEL OPEN UP! OPEN I SAY!"
A soft, sensual voice replied. "One moment, if you will." The door swung open and the owner of the room smiled. She laid a cool hand on Likara's arm, leading her gently into the room.
"Please excuse the mess." She looked around at the immaculate room and the urge to slap her rose. The dark haired elf glided effortlessly around the room, straightening things that were already perfectly placed, and chatting in the breathy, seductive voice that her Ediquette Mistress had tried to implant on her.
"Arwen?" Her voice strained as she tried to sound like she wasn't throughly disgusted to be in here.
"Yes?" Likara winced and spoke quickly in a forced voice, her hands balled at her sides.
"IneedaridingdressbecauseimlookingforthehobbitsandlegolassaidIneedone."
"Pardon me?" She laughed musically. "Slow down child."
The look of pure irraition took over her face.
"I. Need. A. Riding. Gown."
"Of course, what's mine is your's Likara, you know that." She seemingly floated towards her wardrobe, finding a dark blue dress, slit up the middle for riding. It was beautiful, inlaid with gold and sky blue gems, so tiny they were only visible when the light hit them, sending a dazzling shower of rainbowed light.
"Do you have anything more, er- plain?"
"Oh don't worry about this old thing, here, its yours." Arwen rustled her hair softly and the guided her towards the door. "Have a good ride Lika." The door swung closed and clicked softly.
"Don't. Call. Me. LIKA!" She shouted to the door and stormed out.
