I don't know what came over me when I wrote this.It's gonna be a short
little thing.To practice typing and spilling out random thoughts and ideas
for precious Legolas babe's fate.hehe.I luv the boy.He is wonderful, I
don't care what anyone else says.My little obsession.A secret that has been
kept for so long.ok.a secret that has been around for about 2 weeks, a
secret that I am letting go of now.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned him, that lucky, lucky man Tolkien.He gets Legolas & Frodo!!!
Legolas Lives in My Closet
Chapter 1- Moonlight Dancer
Legolas looks at the mirror. With his hair combed out straight and his blonde highlights shining. Glistening pearly whites reflect light as he smiles. Strong muscles flex and show off his nice skin tone. He is shirtless.With a rare sex appeal.
Pure, white light streams in through the windows, caressing his smooth skin. He glances up, and then lifts his head and muscular arms in one swift, fluid movement. His eyes glow with the radiance of stars, even brighter, perhaps. He begins to dance. One graceful flicker of motion after another. Moments pass, dazed with the confusion and anxiety of watching, without the ability to recall what had occurred previously. Always wanting more, seeking more, finding more, and finally letting go of it all.
He stops. He stares at the sight before him; not believing what he is seeing. The door creaks open slowly behind him; he catches it reflected from the mirror. He leaps back into his safety, his shelter, his sanctuary, his closet-or should I say, a closet.
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OKAY.I seriously need to lay off the caffeine and talking to Esteladuial.Well, there you are, review if I should continue or if this is too sappy for your or my taste.Remember, humour fics are my thing.Sap fics, not at all.And no, this isn't going to turn into a horrid Mary-Sue; instead there will be that randomness that most of my stories possess in later chapters. Don't make up your mind about what this fic is gonna be like now, because, when you do that, you're probably going to be wrong anyway and you'll have pre-assumed what all my stories are about and you will miss out on a chance to entertain yourselves.
I really am going nuts.Only Orlando Bloom & Elijah Wood can save me now.Or else Andre Schneider.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned him, that lucky, lucky man Tolkien.He gets Legolas & Frodo!!!
Legolas Lives in My Closet
Chapter 1- Moonlight Dancer
Legolas looks at the mirror. With his hair combed out straight and his blonde highlights shining. Glistening pearly whites reflect light as he smiles. Strong muscles flex and show off his nice skin tone. He is shirtless.With a rare sex appeal.
Pure, white light streams in through the windows, caressing his smooth skin. He glances up, and then lifts his head and muscular arms in one swift, fluid movement. His eyes glow with the radiance of stars, even brighter, perhaps. He begins to dance. One graceful flicker of motion after another. Moments pass, dazed with the confusion and anxiety of watching, without the ability to recall what had occurred previously. Always wanting more, seeking more, finding more, and finally letting go of it all.
He stops. He stares at the sight before him; not believing what he is seeing. The door creaks open slowly behind him; he catches it reflected from the mirror. He leaps back into his safety, his shelter, his sanctuary, his closet-or should I say, a closet.
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OKAY.I seriously need to lay off the caffeine and talking to Esteladuial.Well, there you are, review if I should continue or if this is too sappy for your or my taste.Remember, humour fics are my thing.Sap fics, not at all.And no, this isn't going to turn into a horrid Mary-Sue; instead there will be that randomness that most of my stories possess in later chapters. Don't make up your mind about what this fic is gonna be like now, because, when you do that, you're probably going to be wrong anyway and you'll have pre-assumed what all my stories are about and you will miss out on a chance to entertain yourselves.
I really am going nuts.Only Orlando Bloom & Elijah Wood can save me now.Or else Andre Schneider.