Meeting in the Woods
Chapter Four
MemoriesResponding to the reviews from Chapter One:
Anduin: LOL Hope chapters two and three answered that *guilty blush* Sorry for not responding earlier.
Megumi, The Absconding One: In response to your review-this chapter! How Legolas ended up with Nasty Dude (N.D =^^=)
Ithildin: *blushes and mutters shyly* …thanks…^-^
Annon.: Sorry! I think the reason I love torturing him is so I can mother him afterwards…*strokes Legolas action figure and purrs*
Tharawyn: =^^= Thanks so much! I hope the chapters after chapter one aren't…like…shot-the-author-in-the-head disappointing.
Responding to the revies from Chapter Two and Three:
Baby: ROFL! *mysterious smile, and eyebrow-quirking thing* We'll just have to see what he thinks'll work the hardes-*cough* best.
NOTE: This one's not a slash, sorry all =^^= Please keep on reading it anyway? Or you could pretend it is…In the little gaps between chapters mysterious things seem to go on in the dark…oooh.
Kouryou Sanomi: LOL Indeed…I think Aragorn should go back and burn the body or something. Thanks for your review!
LizzyTygrestick: *beams* Thanks! Very sorry about hurting poor Legly…LOL I'll make sure to make him the wonderful (godlike) warrior we all love.
Evil Spapple Pie: LOL Phew…I'm glad I got that *mud* off poor Aragorn…hope he doesn't fall into any more…mud…yes…ROFL I want to own a Spapple…an evil apple just sounds like to brilliant a thing to go unowned.
Tinnuelenath: Aah! I love your story-also mentioned in my review of it…I tried to help out with the writer's block business. LOL About the shower bit…I know, hey? At least the fellowships got a place to store all their unwanted bacon runoff…
(To Aragorn fans; not that the slightly unclean hair doesn't subtract from his rugged manly appeal. LOL)
Annon2: Hope you like the new chapters! And about the elf-torture…Dunno…maybe the mental image of (godlike) elf all sweaty is just…*breaks off into a purring fit*
THANK YOU ALL For your reviews---They make me so seriously happy it's sort of scary! And sorry for beating up helpless little Legly, but I'll try and make it up to you! Really!
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The man hadn't been threatening in appearance when first Legolas laid eyes on him. How long ago was that? A month? A year? He had willed himself against keeping track. It only made him despair more.
The man had been lounging bitterly against the tavern wall, chewing on his already bloodied bottom lip. Compassionate, but also unwillfully curious, Legolas left his table. He stood a few feet from the man, shyly waiting for him to look up.
"Hullo, sir," he said, slowly, trying to make his voice sound low, more humanlike. Self-consciously, he tugged the hood of his tweed jacket further over his head, drowning the foreign pallor of his face in shadows.
"Aye," the man replied, glancing up. His gray eyes swirled with malicious sadness, a sort of bitter that Legolas still wasn't used to. Having grown up with the elves, a joyous culture to say the least, he wasn't used to the experience of these spiteful emotions.
"Could I…buy you an ale? I'm terribly sorry if I seem intrusive, but you don't seem to be in the best of spirits."
The man stuck his chin up, leering his face forward, towards Legolas'. The man furrowed his brow, overly bushy eyebrows knitting together at the bridge of his nose, trying to catch a glimpse of this mysterious speaker's face.
Legolas pulled his head back, just slightly.
"I've go' money of me own, mate," the man snapped, shoving his hands sullenly into the pockets of his worn coat. "I don' need yer charity, jus' cos me clothes aren't as fancy as yers."
Legolas had purposely clad himself in the most common clothes he could find. A rough tweed cloak with a protective hood pulled over a moss-coloured jerkin, along with loose brown slacks pulled over his give-away leggings.
"Tis an act of kindness, sir, not one of charity. Your clothes seem fine to me." Idly, Legolas rubbed his elongated fingers together, waiting anxiously for a response. The more he lingered in the presence of the once harmless man, the more the warning in his heart seemed to intensify.
A jerk of sudden action from the statuelike form of the man caught the elf of guard. He felt the rough sweep of a callused hand over his brow, before his hood was brusquely ripped off his head. Legolas' eyes widened in surprise, the man's nose centimeters from his own.
"Not a man at all," he marveled. His rough hand touched the shocked elf on the cheek, absorbing the feel of the impossibly smooth skin into his own. "Nay. You are elf-kind," he murmured hoarsely.
Legolas nodded, trying to take a step back. The man caught his elbow, wrenching the elf back towards his barrel chest. "And a pretty one," the man added. Sadistic mirth crept into his eyes, and a malevolent smile spread his once somber expression. "I think I'll find a use for you after all."
Legolas struggled to pull his hood back on, but it was immediately beat off. Both of his wrists were quickly enclosed in the man's hands. With a terrifying lurch, he was yanked forward, thrown mercilessly over the man's shoulder.
"NO! Let me down! I meant not this-unhand me!" Legolas screamed out, but he was beyond earshot. The man was practically throwing himself up the inn stairs.
"Where's Legolas?" wondered his eldest brother, Chyra, aloud. The other two glanced about the inn as well.
"There!" shouted one of his closest friends, gesturing madly towards the stairwell. Chyra leapt to his feet, ignoring the others in the crowd as he crashed over towards his brother.
Legolas was let down to his feet as the man struggled to unlock his room. He turned to run, but almost at once he felt the rough of the man's palm against his cheek, the heat of his sweaty fingertips seeking along his brow, touching his temple, his neck.
The elf crumpled to the floor, painfully thrown into a dreamless unconscious. The man turned, grabbing Legolas by the ankles and yanking him backwards into the threshold of the tiny room.
"LEGOLAS!" Chyra bellowed, throwing himself to the ground as Legolas' slender arm snaked towards the gap of the door. Chyra blindly reached out, trying to grab his brother's fair hand. Chyra's fingertips barely scathed Legolas' palm before he felt his brother's hand yanked from his grasp, heard the door be bolted.
"We'd best get out of here, little elf," snarled the man to the unconscious being on the floor. Wordlessly, the nasty bloke unlocked the window. Hefting the weightless elf once again over his shoulder, he dropped out of the second-floor window, into the moon-lit night, and away from the life that Legolas' knew.
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Hope that explains some stuff…This N.D is really pissing me off, I'm sorry all I did was stab him through the eyes. Anyway, don't hate me for the abuse of poor Legly!!
Hopefully, the next chapter will be more-exciting and action filled…Keep on reviewing, you're all incredibly sweet, and I seriously love you all LOL.
For everybody who reviewed but wasn't thanked: I'll thank you later on! I promise! I still adore your reviews…your words keep me happy!