Disclaimer: You know the drill. I don't own LoTR or any of its
characters.
Warning: Foul language
Notations:
{thought}
\flashback/
[author insertion]
Chapter 4 |Little Girl Lost|
{Shit!} Legolas slammed his would-be attacker against a muck-covered wall, using his free hand to jerk back the hood of their sweatshirt…and got the surprise of his life. Wide hazel eyes stared defiantly up at him, half- hidden by a curtain of shoulder-length brown hair. And while he was busy collecting flies with his open mouth, his captive planted her knee in a very uncomfortable place, causing him to double over and lose his cigarette as the world danced circles around him.
"Fuck, you little bitch! What do you think you're doing? That was my last one, damn you!
She flashed him a sweet, sarcastic smile from a safe distance away.
"C'mon, it's nothing but a little cigarette. You can do so much better than one of those."
Legolas wasn't really one to judge people before he knew them, but she was annoying him within only a couple of sentences. Oh well. Fire with fire, they say.
"Oh, I'm sure. And what would such a sweet little thing like yourself know about that?"
This time he was rewarded with an aggravating, self-satisfied smirk.
"More than you would think. I could show you…that is, if you think you're up to it."
{Well, if that's what she thinks..}
"I'm game. Just show me the way."
He bowed mockingly, the words leaving his mouth before he had a chance to think about what he may have just agreed to. Oh, fuck. This could mean trouble. Big trouble. And that was an understatement.
Warning: Foul language
Notations:
{thought}
\flashback/
[author insertion]
Chapter 4 |Little Girl Lost|
{Shit!} Legolas slammed his would-be attacker against a muck-covered wall, using his free hand to jerk back the hood of their sweatshirt…and got the surprise of his life. Wide hazel eyes stared defiantly up at him, half- hidden by a curtain of shoulder-length brown hair. And while he was busy collecting flies with his open mouth, his captive planted her knee in a very uncomfortable place, causing him to double over and lose his cigarette as the world danced circles around him.
"Fuck, you little bitch! What do you think you're doing? That was my last one, damn you!
She flashed him a sweet, sarcastic smile from a safe distance away.
"C'mon, it's nothing but a little cigarette. You can do so much better than one of those."
Legolas wasn't really one to judge people before he knew them, but she was annoying him within only a couple of sentences. Oh well. Fire with fire, they say.
"Oh, I'm sure. And what would such a sweet little thing like yourself know about that?"
This time he was rewarded with an aggravating, self-satisfied smirk.
"More than you would think. I could show you…that is, if you think you're up to it."
{Well, if that's what she thinks..}
"I'm game. Just show me the way."
He bowed mockingly, the words leaving his mouth before he had a chance to think about what he may have just agreed to. Oh, fuck. This could mean trouble. Big trouble. And that was an understatement.