Copyright © 2002 by Jenolas
Note: This is my very first attempt at a LOTR fanfic, so PLEASE be gentle lol
Disclaimer: I do not claim these LOTR characters as my own---they were created by JRR Tolkien, not me. I'm not publishing this, so I'm not getting paid for writing this. This idea was inspired by Jeanster
NOTE: When Megolas is referred to as a shedevil, it doesn't mean she IS a shedevil, Legolas just has bad feelings towards her. You'll find out what later on :)
CHAPTER 3
Megolas sighed. "That's what I thought you'd wish for. Be aware that forcing someone to fall in love with you has its risks."
Pippin briefly contemplated the thought. No matter what the consequences--Eowyn would look at him as something other than a friend. The risk was worth the reward. "That is my first wish," he said firmly.
"Very well," Megolas replied and merely snapped her fingers. "Done."
"Done?! Just like that?"
"Just like that. If something happens to go wrong, you must make a second wish to change it." With that, smoke filled the room, and she was back in her lamp.
"What could possibly go wrong?" Pippin wondered aloud.
"She's at least a foot taller than you," Megolas spoke from inside the lamp.
Pippin frowned and attached the lamp to his belt. "But I love her...and now she'll love me back."
"You were warned," Megolas replied.
"Eowyn has arrived," Aragorn called.
"Pippin, where are you?" Merry added.
"I'm right here," Pippin replied after slinking into the room.
"It's almost time to eat," Merry said and licked his lips.
"Will this be your second lunch?" Legolas asked with a small smile.
Merry lightly kicked him under the table and scooted down before Legolas could retort. "When are we going to eat?"
"In due time, anxious one," Gandalf laughed as he puffed away at his pipe.
Eowyn then walked in, followed by a bewildered Aragorn. "Pippin, it has been so long," she smiled as she sat by him and placed a hand on his forearm.
"Yes, it has been a long time," Pippin replied, a little nervous and uneasy, especially since all eyes were on him.
"What is happening here?" Sam whispered.
"I don't know," Frodo whispered back, just as surprised as everyone else.
"What happened?" Legolas asked as Aragorn sat beside him.
"I'm not sure," Aragorn replied as he slowly sat down. "I greeted Eowyn at the door, but she ignored me to greet Pippin."
Legolas bit his lip. "Whatever is here has caused this."
"Maybe she just missed him," Aragorn suggested.
"No," Legolas snapped, his eyes flashing. "Something else is at work here...something very powerful."
Aragorn kept quiet. He didn't know what to think or believe. The one thing he knew for certain was that Eowyn had ignored him to see Pippin. He glanced over at the hobbit to find Eowyn feeding him the stew Frodo had prepared. Aragorn's mouth dropped and he knudged Legolas.
"You're so sweet," Eowyn cooed and wiped Pippin's mouth.
"This is not like her," Aragorn hissed. "Eowyn has that warrior spirit, but now..."
"Yes, I see," Legolas interrupted. "Whatever is at work is very powerful, possibly stronger than the ring."
"What about that lamp?" Aragorn questioned, getting a full glimpse of the lamp at Pippin's waist. "None of this happened until he showed up with that lamp."
"It could be," Legolas nodded, "or the lamp is just a decoy for something bigger. Only time will tell."
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Megolas laughed to herself as she floated from the lamp. She had many powers the stupid little hobbit didn't know about--invisibility being one of them. She walked around the room slowly, examining everyone carefully. The other hobbits and the woman could be easily controlled, if necessary. The wizard, man, and elf concerned her, espcially the elf. The pretty boy already sensed her, and with the encouragement of the man, they'd nail her in no time. She had hoped to keep this between herself and the hobbit, but it seemed that he had nosy, meddling friends.
Megolas sat on the floor and examined the environment. Yes, the hobbit was a good choice. Once he heard her sob story, he'd be sure to free her. Hobbits were so carefree, what could he possibly want or need? There were only two things that could spoil her plans--the elf and the man.
Call her jumping the gun, but Megolas had to get them off her back. She got up and walked over to Aragorn, whispering in his ear. "What does that little hobbit have that you don't have? He's not taller, better looking, or smarter. What IS the matter with her?"
"What is the matter with you?" Aragorn burst out, glaring at Eowyn.
"Aragorn," Legolas hissed, grabbing his arm. "What is the matter with YOU?"
Aragorn abruptly snatched his arm from the elf's grasp. "I simply want to know what is happening. You've never taken such an interest in Pippin before. It's as if you're under some love sick spell!"
Pippin froze, all color draining from his face. "Don't be ridiculous, Aragorn," he squeaked. "The only one here who has powers is Gandalf, and he didn't put a spell on Eowyn."
Legolas was watching Pippin's every action. It was all so clear now--the hobbit wasn't good at hiding his fears. Everything fit together like the pieces to a puzzle. It was quite obvious who was behind all of this.
"Aragorn, calm down," Gandalf said, frowning at his companion.
Aragorn cast a hard glance at Eowyn before snatching up his sword. "I'm sorry, Frodo, but something just came up."
"I'll talk to him," Legolas told the bewildered onlookers before running after Aragorn. "What just happened, Aragorn?"
Aragorn stopped walking and ran a hand through his long, dark hair. "I'm not sure," he replied, sighing heavily. "It's as if there was this little voice inside my head...encouragining the outburst."
Legolas frowned. "Just...get back to Bree. We'll talk when I find out what is happening here. Take care."
"You too, Legolas," Aragorn replied, placing his hand on Legolas' shoulder and squeezing gently.
Legolas smiled softly and watched his friend until he was no longer visible. His eyes narrowing, Legolas turned and walked back inside. He had to get that lamp!
"Would you care for some more wine, Legolas?" Frodo greeted as soon as he was inside.
"I'll pour my own, sit down and rest, dear Frodo," Legolas replied, walking around the table and taking the pitcher from the hobbit's hands. He poured himself a little more wine and eyed the lamp at Pippin's waist. "Pippin, would you care for some more wine?"
"Yes, please," Pippin giggled as Eowyn tousled his hair.
Legolas slowly poured Pippin's wine with one hand while easily grabbing the lamp with the other, considering the hobbit's distraction. He set down the pitcher and excused himself.
Once away from the group, Legolas rubbed the lamp and chunked it to the ground as he waited for the shedevil to make her appearance. He crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall as smoke filled the room.
"Is she too much for you to handle, little one?" Megolas teased and then turned around. "So we meet again, Legolas. It's been, what, a thousand years?"
Legolas glared at her. "And you STILL find ways to cause trouble."
"Ouch," Megolas mocked and made a grasp at her heart. "You haven't changed a bit."
"Neither have you," he replied dryly.
"Let's just side step this nit picking chatter and cut to the chase, hmmmm?" she frowned. "Do you want me to grant YOU three wishes? I'd give you anything you want."
In lightening quick movements, Legolas crossed the distance between them and grabbed her wrist, pulling her to him. "I'm warning you, Megolas," he told her, his voice a low growl.
"Ow," she whined. "Legolas, you're hurting me."
Legolas pushed her away. "Do NOT hurt my friend." He then spun around and walked to the door.
"You're never supposed to hurt a lady!" she called after him as she rubbed her wrist.
"You're not a lady," he replied shortly and left.
"AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Megolas screamed once he was gone. Her eyes narrowed as she glared at the door. "Now your little friend WILL be hurt. You and I have a score to settle, Legolas," she growled. "And this time, you WON'T win!"
DUN DUN DUN!
Note: This is my very first attempt at a LOTR fanfic, so PLEASE be gentle lol
Disclaimer: I do not claim these LOTR characters as my own---they were created by JRR Tolkien, not me. I'm not publishing this, so I'm not getting paid for writing this. This idea was inspired by Jeanster
NOTE: When Megolas is referred to as a shedevil, it doesn't mean she IS a shedevil, Legolas just has bad feelings towards her. You'll find out what later on :)
CHAPTER 3
Megolas sighed. "That's what I thought you'd wish for. Be aware that forcing someone to fall in love with you has its risks."
Pippin briefly contemplated the thought. No matter what the consequences--Eowyn would look at him as something other than a friend. The risk was worth the reward. "That is my first wish," he said firmly.
"Very well," Megolas replied and merely snapped her fingers. "Done."
"Done?! Just like that?"
"Just like that. If something happens to go wrong, you must make a second wish to change it." With that, smoke filled the room, and she was back in her lamp.
"What could possibly go wrong?" Pippin wondered aloud.
"She's at least a foot taller than you," Megolas spoke from inside the lamp.
Pippin frowned and attached the lamp to his belt. "But I love her...and now she'll love me back."
"You were warned," Megolas replied.
"Eowyn has arrived," Aragorn called.
"Pippin, where are you?" Merry added.
"I'm right here," Pippin replied after slinking into the room.
"It's almost time to eat," Merry said and licked his lips.
"Will this be your second lunch?" Legolas asked with a small smile.
Merry lightly kicked him under the table and scooted down before Legolas could retort. "When are we going to eat?"
"In due time, anxious one," Gandalf laughed as he puffed away at his pipe.
Eowyn then walked in, followed by a bewildered Aragorn. "Pippin, it has been so long," she smiled as she sat by him and placed a hand on his forearm.
"Yes, it has been a long time," Pippin replied, a little nervous and uneasy, especially since all eyes were on him.
"What is happening here?" Sam whispered.
"I don't know," Frodo whispered back, just as surprised as everyone else.
"What happened?" Legolas asked as Aragorn sat beside him.
"I'm not sure," Aragorn replied as he slowly sat down. "I greeted Eowyn at the door, but she ignored me to greet Pippin."
Legolas bit his lip. "Whatever is here has caused this."
"Maybe she just missed him," Aragorn suggested.
"No," Legolas snapped, his eyes flashing. "Something else is at work here...something very powerful."
Aragorn kept quiet. He didn't know what to think or believe. The one thing he knew for certain was that Eowyn had ignored him to see Pippin. He glanced over at the hobbit to find Eowyn feeding him the stew Frodo had prepared. Aragorn's mouth dropped and he knudged Legolas.
"You're so sweet," Eowyn cooed and wiped Pippin's mouth.
"This is not like her," Aragorn hissed. "Eowyn has that warrior spirit, but now..."
"Yes, I see," Legolas interrupted. "Whatever is at work is very powerful, possibly stronger than the ring."
"What about that lamp?" Aragorn questioned, getting a full glimpse of the lamp at Pippin's waist. "None of this happened until he showed up with that lamp."
"It could be," Legolas nodded, "or the lamp is just a decoy for something bigger. Only time will tell."
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Megolas laughed to herself as she floated from the lamp. She had many powers the stupid little hobbit didn't know about--invisibility being one of them. She walked around the room slowly, examining everyone carefully. The other hobbits and the woman could be easily controlled, if necessary. The wizard, man, and elf concerned her, espcially the elf. The pretty boy already sensed her, and with the encouragement of the man, they'd nail her in no time. She had hoped to keep this between herself and the hobbit, but it seemed that he had nosy, meddling friends.
Megolas sat on the floor and examined the environment. Yes, the hobbit was a good choice. Once he heard her sob story, he'd be sure to free her. Hobbits were so carefree, what could he possibly want or need? There were only two things that could spoil her plans--the elf and the man.
Call her jumping the gun, but Megolas had to get them off her back. She got up and walked over to Aragorn, whispering in his ear. "What does that little hobbit have that you don't have? He's not taller, better looking, or smarter. What IS the matter with her?"
"What is the matter with you?" Aragorn burst out, glaring at Eowyn.
"Aragorn," Legolas hissed, grabbing his arm. "What is the matter with YOU?"
Aragorn abruptly snatched his arm from the elf's grasp. "I simply want to know what is happening. You've never taken such an interest in Pippin before. It's as if you're under some love sick spell!"
Pippin froze, all color draining from his face. "Don't be ridiculous, Aragorn," he squeaked. "The only one here who has powers is Gandalf, and he didn't put a spell on Eowyn."
Legolas was watching Pippin's every action. It was all so clear now--the hobbit wasn't good at hiding his fears. Everything fit together like the pieces to a puzzle. It was quite obvious who was behind all of this.
"Aragorn, calm down," Gandalf said, frowning at his companion.
Aragorn cast a hard glance at Eowyn before snatching up his sword. "I'm sorry, Frodo, but something just came up."
"I'll talk to him," Legolas told the bewildered onlookers before running after Aragorn. "What just happened, Aragorn?"
Aragorn stopped walking and ran a hand through his long, dark hair. "I'm not sure," he replied, sighing heavily. "It's as if there was this little voice inside my head...encouragining the outburst."
Legolas frowned. "Just...get back to Bree. We'll talk when I find out what is happening here. Take care."
"You too, Legolas," Aragorn replied, placing his hand on Legolas' shoulder and squeezing gently.
Legolas smiled softly and watched his friend until he was no longer visible. His eyes narrowing, Legolas turned and walked back inside. He had to get that lamp!
"Would you care for some more wine, Legolas?" Frodo greeted as soon as he was inside.
"I'll pour my own, sit down and rest, dear Frodo," Legolas replied, walking around the table and taking the pitcher from the hobbit's hands. He poured himself a little more wine and eyed the lamp at Pippin's waist. "Pippin, would you care for some more wine?"
"Yes, please," Pippin giggled as Eowyn tousled his hair.
Legolas slowly poured Pippin's wine with one hand while easily grabbing the lamp with the other, considering the hobbit's distraction. He set down the pitcher and excused himself.
Once away from the group, Legolas rubbed the lamp and chunked it to the ground as he waited for the shedevil to make her appearance. He crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall as smoke filled the room.
"Is she too much for you to handle, little one?" Megolas teased and then turned around. "So we meet again, Legolas. It's been, what, a thousand years?"
Legolas glared at her. "And you STILL find ways to cause trouble."
"Ouch," Megolas mocked and made a grasp at her heart. "You haven't changed a bit."
"Neither have you," he replied dryly.
"Let's just side step this nit picking chatter and cut to the chase, hmmmm?" she frowned. "Do you want me to grant YOU three wishes? I'd give you anything you want."
In lightening quick movements, Legolas crossed the distance between them and grabbed her wrist, pulling her to him. "I'm warning you, Megolas," he told her, his voice a low growl.
"Ow," she whined. "Legolas, you're hurting me."
Legolas pushed her away. "Do NOT hurt my friend." He then spun around and walked to the door.
"You're never supposed to hurt a lady!" she called after him as she rubbed her wrist.
"You're not a lady," he replied shortly and left.
"AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Megolas screamed once he was gone. Her eyes narrowed as she glared at the door. "Now your little friend WILL be hurt. You and I have a score to settle, Legolas," she growled. "And this time, you WON'T win!"
DUN DUN DUN!