[The title implies to the last line of chapter 7. Nobody dies…yet. My
friend seemed to find this chapter immensely humorous, but perhaps that's
just because she's strange like that. There's very little dialogue in this
chapter, since I'm not very good at it.]
Disclaimer: I do not own LoTR or any of its characters. I just decided to borrow them and play with them for a little while. No harm done. Not much, anyway.
Warnings:
*scritch* For once, this chapter doesn't really have anything very bad…there are a few, shall we say, sexual implications?
Notations (my HTML just doesn't like me):
{thought}
[author insertion]
[A/N: I was going to post this yesterday, but I got sidetracked and forgot. It's taken me forever to write just because I'm having the worst problems figuring out how to get to where I want to go – this fic started with an idea for an ending, really. I was going to start sticking flashbacks in, but I scrapped that idea entirely. And now the disk with all my fanfics on it has disappeared, which is a frightening prospect. It would probably be very bad if someone found that…]
Chapter Eight: |A Fate Worse Than Death|
Alright, so maybe that assumption had been a little off, but it was close enough. Once Elrond recovered from the shock of Legolas walking in during the wee hours of the morning, he'd certainly had no trouble finding the words to express exactly what he thought at that particular moment in time. The origins of some of those words were of no interest to the younger, they sounded bad enough without knowing what they meant. And that was before Elrond even noticed what, more appropriately who, Legolas had draped over his shoulder. With any luck, he'd never forget Elrond's face as he realized what Legolas was carrying. Nevermind being chewed out more times than he cared to remember, it was all worth the end result, however unintentioned it may have been.
That had been a few hours ago, and Legolas' head was still reeling. Things had been thrown into an uproar, a number of those awakened were still crabbing, and everything was in utter chaos. Finally away from a severely displeased Elrond – if only he knew the half of it – and numerous indignant inhabitants of the apartment building [A/N I'll go into this later…and it's probably obvious that it's not the same one as in chapter 2], Legolas was ready to curl up in a corner and sleep for the next month. And be damned if someone had a problem with it, they could slap sticky notes on him for all he cared. He'd get back to them later. Much later, the way he was feeling.
It was with great relief that he opened the door to his room and flipped on his light, more than ready to find himself a clean change of clothes and get right on that sleeping thing.
He was beginning to get very sick of surprises. He'd walked into his own room to find a very indignant, very upset, and very much unclothed woman in his bed. And now here he was, carrying on a civil conversation with the very same person who had tricked him. Well, had been having, anyway. She was sleeping now, which he wished he could be doing, but he was too busy thinking to sleep.
Assuming that she was to be believed, she was a Half-Elf who had been kidnapped and raised by Orcs with her twin brother. Far-fetched though it was, he was inclined to believe her. Something about her still made him want to trust her, even after being tricked. Besides, from what he'd seen, it struck him as being entirely possible.
The one question remaining in his mind was whether or not she would prove to be an ally or an enemy. Personally, he was hoping for ally – there were so many possibilities there…no, better derail that train of thought before it got any farther. Which reminded him, he needed sleep. Maybe he'd go find a couch somewhere; it probably wouldn't be a good idea to stay here all night. He got up and turned to go, but paused back to look at her innocently sleeping form. He sighed and walked back over to pull up the covers a bit, only to find himself quite uncomfortably down at her level. She winked at him, grinning mischievously.
"And where do you think you're going, may I ask?"
"For the moment, it looks like nowhere."
"Ah, that's what I thought."
And he let her pull him down beside her in the darkness, putting his forbidden thoughts to shame.
[A/N: Ah, yes, now we're starting to get somewhere. Forgive any typos, I didn't have any time to go over it – the kennel club meeting ran later than I thought it would, and I need sleep. We have exams next week, so it might be a while before I can write the next chapter. Our "Little Girl Lost" still needs a name, though. Perhaps I shall call her Morgan, short for Morgwilien. Well, that should be it. But don't forget…: R E V I E W. We like them, that we do.]
Disclaimer: I do not own LoTR or any of its characters. I just decided to borrow them and play with them for a little while. No harm done. Not much, anyway.
Warnings:
*scritch* For once, this chapter doesn't really have anything very bad…there are a few, shall we say, sexual implications?
Notations (my HTML just doesn't like me):
{thought}
[author insertion]
[A/N: I was going to post this yesterday, but I got sidetracked and forgot. It's taken me forever to write just because I'm having the worst problems figuring out how to get to where I want to go – this fic started with an idea for an ending, really. I was going to start sticking flashbacks in, but I scrapped that idea entirely. And now the disk with all my fanfics on it has disappeared, which is a frightening prospect. It would probably be very bad if someone found that…]
Chapter Eight: |A Fate Worse Than Death|
Alright, so maybe that assumption had been a little off, but it was close enough. Once Elrond recovered from the shock of Legolas walking in during the wee hours of the morning, he'd certainly had no trouble finding the words to express exactly what he thought at that particular moment in time. The origins of some of those words were of no interest to the younger, they sounded bad enough without knowing what they meant. And that was before Elrond even noticed what, more appropriately who, Legolas had draped over his shoulder. With any luck, he'd never forget Elrond's face as he realized what Legolas was carrying. Nevermind being chewed out more times than he cared to remember, it was all worth the end result, however unintentioned it may have been.
That had been a few hours ago, and Legolas' head was still reeling. Things had been thrown into an uproar, a number of those awakened were still crabbing, and everything was in utter chaos. Finally away from a severely displeased Elrond – if only he knew the half of it – and numerous indignant inhabitants of the apartment building [A/N I'll go into this later…and it's probably obvious that it's not the same one as in chapter 2], Legolas was ready to curl up in a corner and sleep for the next month. And be damned if someone had a problem with it, they could slap sticky notes on him for all he cared. He'd get back to them later. Much later, the way he was feeling.
It was with great relief that he opened the door to his room and flipped on his light, more than ready to find himself a clean change of clothes and get right on that sleeping thing.
He was beginning to get very sick of surprises. He'd walked into his own room to find a very indignant, very upset, and very much unclothed woman in his bed. And now here he was, carrying on a civil conversation with the very same person who had tricked him. Well, had been having, anyway. She was sleeping now, which he wished he could be doing, but he was too busy thinking to sleep.
Assuming that she was to be believed, she was a Half-Elf who had been kidnapped and raised by Orcs with her twin brother. Far-fetched though it was, he was inclined to believe her. Something about her still made him want to trust her, even after being tricked. Besides, from what he'd seen, it struck him as being entirely possible.
The one question remaining in his mind was whether or not she would prove to be an ally or an enemy. Personally, he was hoping for ally – there were so many possibilities there…no, better derail that train of thought before it got any farther. Which reminded him, he needed sleep. Maybe he'd go find a couch somewhere; it probably wouldn't be a good idea to stay here all night. He got up and turned to go, but paused back to look at her innocently sleeping form. He sighed and walked back over to pull up the covers a bit, only to find himself quite uncomfortably down at her level. She winked at him, grinning mischievously.
"And where do you think you're going, may I ask?"
"For the moment, it looks like nowhere."
"Ah, that's what I thought."
And he let her pull him down beside her in the darkness, putting his forbidden thoughts to shame.
[A/N: Ah, yes, now we're starting to get somewhere. Forgive any typos, I didn't have any time to go over it – the kennel club meeting ran later than I thought it would, and I need sleep. We have exams next week, so it might be a while before I can write the next chapter. Our "Little Girl Lost" still needs a name, though. Perhaps I shall call her Morgan, short for Morgwilien. Well, that should be it. But don't forget…: R E V I E W. We like them, that we do.]