Argument
Part III
A/N: And here are those answers you have been waiting for...
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Gimili looked at the two Elves who were glaring daggers in his direction and chuckled.
"Gimili, surely you must jest." Legolas said dangerously, the anger in his voice evident.
Gimili chuckled to himself again, his eyes clearly light up with mirth. "Of course I jest lad."
Both Arwen and Legolas breathed a visible sigh of relief at this knowledge.
"All the Golden Hall can hear you three argue like children over the dirty (a/n: dirty as in filth and mud and sweat, not the kinky kind) man. I merely sought to silence you." He chuckled again. "Which I believe I did, for a moment at least!"
"I suggest that you make no such attempt again." Arwen hissed. "You would be foolish, even for a dwarf, to test my temper again."
Gimili gave no sign of being affected by the threats of Arwen, turned to Legolas and patted his arm. "Do not worry Laddie, I know that the man belongs to you. I am not stupid enough to try and take the man from you, or senile enough to want to."
"Do not insult Aragorn such Gimili, or you will find yourself falling from Arod more regularly." Legolas warned, still shaken up by the highly inappropriate jesting of Gimili.
"Oh calm yourself, Crazy Elf!" Gimili grunted. "Aragorn wants to speak to you, and the Evenstar."
Arwen's attention perked up upon hearing this. "About?"
"He could also hear you 'disagreement' and he wishes to end the dispute."
Arwen smiled viciously. "Now, Greenleaf, you shall see that it is I that holds Aragorns heart, not you!"
Legolas simply smiled to himself as he followed Arwen who stormed ahead down the hall to Aragorns room, he of course knew that Aragorn was not in fact in his own room, but in a completely different room where he had spent most of the night. He was reading in Legolas' room. (a/n: **nudge nudge, wink wink**)
Arwen pushed open the heavy wooden door to Aragorn's room and announced in a sickly sweet tone of voice, with a smile to match. "Aragorn my darling, I am here as you have requested."
Legolas laughed aloud as he watched her face drop as she realised that Aragorn was not actually in there at all. She turned and glared at him. Legolas smiled sweetly in return and opened the door that he had been leaning on, the door that lead to his room. He knew that Arwen was watching him and would soon follow, so spoke loud enough for her to hear him.
"Aragorn. Gimili said that you wished to speak to Arwen and I."
"Yes. Where is Arwen?"
Smiling in triumph over the fact that Aragorn was blatantly asking after her, when his so-called lover was in the room, was surely proof enough that Legolas had been lying earlier. Of course, what Arwen hadn't counted on was the sight that she was greeted with when she entered the small guest room of the Golden Hall.
Aragorn, dressed only in well-placed and well-wrapped bed-sheet, was sat on Legolas' lap.
Arwen did a double take, not entirely sure that her mind wasn't playing tricks on her, and she sincerely hoped it was, otherwise she was going to be looking very stupid.
Yes, she had in fact been correct. Legolas was sat on the small bed in his room, with a very nearly naked (damn that bed-linen!) Aragorn perched quite happily on his lap, his arms wrapped affectionately around said Elf's neck.
What worried Arwen even more was the sloppy and somewhat love sick grin that adorned Aragorns face and he stared down at the blonde elf he sat upon.
Anyone who was watching the scene would have been sensible to back away at that point, as it looked highly likely that a very dangerous explosion was going to occur in Arwens direction and there was little chance that the results were going to be pretty.
"Aragorn!" Arwen bellowed at the top of her Elven voice, leaving poor Legolas' sensitive ears ringing.
Aragorn snapped out of his Legolas devoted reverie and turned his gaze to the bright red Arwen who stood staring at them, shaking with anger. "Ah Arwen, I wanted to speak to you about something."
"What in the Valar is going on here?" Arwen displayed no signs of calming down, if anything, she seemed to be getting worse by the minute.
Aragorn looked embarrassed and blushed like a scolded child. "That's what I need to speak to you about."
"Explain." Arwen hissed.
Aragorn seemed un-phased by Arwens temper and the possibility of an extremely violent outburst from her direction. "Well, there isn't really all that much to say now. I think Legolas explained it clearly enough."
"What exactly are you trying to say Aragorn?" Arwens tone was dark, and to anyone but the love sick Aragorn, very frightening.
"I belong to Legolas now." He paused in thought for a moment. "I was going to tell you later today, but you and Eowyn were making such noise arguing Legolas and I thought it best we ended the argument now."
"You belong to Legolas?" Arwen asked in disbelief. Any one would have thought her simple for the amount of times she had been told that, and yet she still did not seem to register it.
"Yes. I'm all his." Once again the love sick and somewhat disturbingly sloppy grin reappeared on Aragorns face as he looked down at Legolas and started nuzzling the elf's nose with his own (a/n: aww, how sweet, they're Eskimo kissing..**grins stupidly for a moment**)
Arwens jaw dropped and for several minutes her mouth opened and closed like a fish. It would have been a major understatement to say that this had left her less than impressed. When she finally regained the use of her tongue, she screamed at the cute couple. "Aragorn, may I remind you, that you are betrothed to *ME*!"
The use of the magic 'b' word recaptured Aragorn attention, snatching it away from making smoochie noises at Legolas. "About that Arwen."
"What?"
Aragorn looked sheepish. "I think we're going to have to break that off."
"Break it off? You can't just break it off! I've promised you my immortality! You swore yourself to *me*!"
"I know I did Arwen, but that was before."
"Before what?" Arwen hissed. (a/n: if she hisses any more I'm gonna turn her into a snake.**giggles**)
"Before I met Legolas." Aragorn explained as he returned to his love induced grinning and nose nuzzling, leaving Arwen to be once again less than impressed.
"I cannot believe this!" Arwen growled as she watched Aragorn and Legolas' nose nuzzling soon turn into a mushy mission of exploration of each other's mouths. When the pair appeared to have no intention of stopping their affections, and hands began wandering in directions that were far to traumatic for Arwen to watch, she growled again deeply and stormed out.
Hearing the door to 'their' bedroom door slam shut, Aragorn and Legolas looked up from their 'activities' to the door, and then each other.
"Arwens gone." Legolas stated out of breath.
"Thought she'd never get the message." Aragorn muttered before leaning back down to Legolas' lips.
"Told her you were mine." Legolas said before his lips once again became thoroughly indisposed.
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a/n: please don't hurt me! They made me do it, am not completely sure who 'they' are, but they're as good enough to blame as any.
What did you think??? The whole idea of Arwen walking in to find Aragorn in a bed sheet on Legolas' lap nearly killed me when it hit me, unfortunately I was in the middle of work at the time having a talk with my manager, luckily for me he has known me so long he's not really shocked by my strange outbursts, otherwise I think I'd be looking for a new job. LOL. But, as I did not share my plans for this chapter with anyone, not even Mini Moo, my idea sounding board of sorts, I really don't know whether this is going to live up to the first part or not. All I can do is hope that you guys still get my strange sense of humour. Please let me know what you think of this, and the other chapter.
At least I cleared up the whole Gimil mess, eh..just the thought of Gimili and Aragorn makes me shudder **goes to bleach brain**
Please REVIEW!!!! Keep me sane...well, as sane as I am going to get!
Botticelli Angel
A/N: And here are those answers you have been waiting for...
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Gimili looked at the two Elves who were glaring daggers in his direction and chuckled.
"Gimili, surely you must jest." Legolas said dangerously, the anger in his voice evident.
Gimili chuckled to himself again, his eyes clearly light up with mirth. "Of course I jest lad."
Both Arwen and Legolas breathed a visible sigh of relief at this knowledge.
"All the Golden Hall can hear you three argue like children over the dirty (a/n: dirty as in filth and mud and sweat, not the kinky kind) man. I merely sought to silence you." He chuckled again. "Which I believe I did, for a moment at least!"
"I suggest that you make no such attempt again." Arwen hissed. "You would be foolish, even for a dwarf, to test my temper again."
Gimili gave no sign of being affected by the threats of Arwen, turned to Legolas and patted his arm. "Do not worry Laddie, I know that the man belongs to you. I am not stupid enough to try and take the man from you, or senile enough to want to."
"Do not insult Aragorn such Gimili, or you will find yourself falling from Arod more regularly." Legolas warned, still shaken up by the highly inappropriate jesting of Gimili.
"Oh calm yourself, Crazy Elf!" Gimili grunted. "Aragorn wants to speak to you, and the Evenstar."
Arwen's attention perked up upon hearing this. "About?"
"He could also hear you 'disagreement' and he wishes to end the dispute."
Arwen smiled viciously. "Now, Greenleaf, you shall see that it is I that holds Aragorns heart, not you!"
Legolas simply smiled to himself as he followed Arwen who stormed ahead down the hall to Aragorns room, he of course knew that Aragorn was not in fact in his own room, but in a completely different room where he had spent most of the night. He was reading in Legolas' room. (a/n: **nudge nudge, wink wink**)
Arwen pushed open the heavy wooden door to Aragorn's room and announced in a sickly sweet tone of voice, with a smile to match. "Aragorn my darling, I am here as you have requested."
Legolas laughed aloud as he watched her face drop as she realised that Aragorn was not actually in there at all. She turned and glared at him. Legolas smiled sweetly in return and opened the door that he had been leaning on, the door that lead to his room. He knew that Arwen was watching him and would soon follow, so spoke loud enough for her to hear him.
"Aragorn. Gimili said that you wished to speak to Arwen and I."
"Yes. Where is Arwen?"
Smiling in triumph over the fact that Aragorn was blatantly asking after her, when his so-called lover was in the room, was surely proof enough that Legolas had been lying earlier. Of course, what Arwen hadn't counted on was the sight that she was greeted with when she entered the small guest room of the Golden Hall.
Aragorn, dressed only in well-placed and well-wrapped bed-sheet, was sat on Legolas' lap.
Arwen did a double take, not entirely sure that her mind wasn't playing tricks on her, and she sincerely hoped it was, otherwise she was going to be looking very stupid.
Yes, she had in fact been correct. Legolas was sat on the small bed in his room, with a very nearly naked (damn that bed-linen!) Aragorn perched quite happily on his lap, his arms wrapped affectionately around said Elf's neck.
What worried Arwen even more was the sloppy and somewhat love sick grin that adorned Aragorns face and he stared down at the blonde elf he sat upon.
Anyone who was watching the scene would have been sensible to back away at that point, as it looked highly likely that a very dangerous explosion was going to occur in Arwens direction and there was little chance that the results were going to be pretty.
"Aragorn!" Arwen bellowed at the top of her Elven voice, leaving poor Legolas' sensitive ears ringing.
Aragorn snapped out of his Legolas devoted reverie and turned his gaze to the bright red Arwen who stood staring at them, shaking with anger. "Ah Arwen, I wanted to speak to you about something."
"What in the Valar is going on here?" Arwen displayed no signs of calming down, if anything, she seemed to be getting worse by the minute.
Aragorn looked embarrassed and blushed like a scolded child. "That's what I need to speak to you about."
"Explain." Arwen hissed.
Aragorn seemed un-phased by Arwens temper and the possibility of an extremely violent outburst from her direction. "Well, there isn't really all that much to say now. I think Legolas explained it clearly enough."
"What exactly are you trying to say Aragorn?" Arwens tone was dark, and to anyone but the love sick Aragorn, very frightening.
"I belong to Legolas now." He paused in thought for a moment. "I was going to tell you later today, but you and Eowyn were making such noise arguing Legolas and I thought it best we ended the argument now."
"You belong to Legolas?" Arwen asked in disbelief. Any one would have thought her simple for the amount of times she had been told that, and yet she still did not seem to register it.
"Yes. I'm all his." Once again the love sick and somewhat disturbingly sloppy grin reappeared on Aragorns face as he looked down at Legolas and started nuzzling the elf's nose with his own (a/n: aww, how sweet, they're Eskimo kissing..**grins stupidly for a moment**)
Arwens jaw dropped and for several minutes her mouth opened and closed like a fish. It would have been a major understatement to say that this had left her less than impressed. When she finally regained the use of her tongue, she screamed at the cute couple. "Aragorn, may I remind you, that you are betrothed to *ME*!"
The use of the magic 'b' word recaptured Aragorn attention, snatching it away from making smoochie noises at Legolas. "About that Arwen."
"What?"
Aragorn looked sheepish. "I think we're going to have to break that off."
"Break it off? You can't just break it off! I've promised you my immortality! You swore yourself to *me*!"
"I know I did Arwen, but that was before."
"Before what?" Arwen hissed. (a/n: if she hisses any more I'm gonna turn her into a snake.**giggles**)
"Before I met Legolas." Aragorn explained as he returned to his love induced grinning and nose nuzzling, leaving Arwen to be once again less than impressed.
"I cannot believe this!" Arwen growled as she watched Aragorn and Legolas' nose nuzzling soon turn into a mushy mission of exploration of each other's mouths. When the pair appeared to have no intention of stopping their affections, and hands began wandering in directions that were far to traumatic for Arwen to watch, she growled again deeply and stormed out.
Hearing the door to 'their' bedroom door slam shut, Aragorn and Legolas looked up from their 'activities' to the door, and then each other.
"Arwens gone." Legolas stated out of breath.
"Thought she'd never get the message." Aragorn muttered before leaning back down to Legolas' lips.
"Told her you were mine." Legolas said before his lips once again became thoroughly indisposed.
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a/n: please don't hurt me! They made me do it, am not completely sure who 'they' are, but they're as good enough to blame as any.
What did you think??? The whole idea of Arwen walking in to find Aragorn in a bed sheet on Legolas' lap nearly killed me when it hit me, unfortunately I was in the middle of work at the time having a talk with my manager, luckily for me he has known me so long he's not really shocked by my strange outbursts, otherwise I think I'd be looking for a new job. LOL. But, as I did not share my plans for this chapter with anyone, not even Mini Moo, my idea sounding board of sorts, I really don't know whether this is going to live up to the first part or not. All I can do is hope that you guys still get my strange sense of humour. Please let me know what you think of this, and the other chapter.
At least I cleared up the whole Gimil mess, eh..just the thought of Gimili and Aragorn makes me shudder **goes to bleach brain**
Please REVIEW!!!! Keep me sane...well, as sane as I am going to get!
Botticelli Angel