Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
Please, please review. Got two towers game Monday, been playing lots. If people want me to spend more time fantasizing about my favorite Elf instead of playing with him, review.
Been staying up every night for the past week trying to get a Perfect rating for Legolas in game, and am very, very sleepy. I am apologizing in advance if chapter seems a little strange. Not to mention, it's not too funny. Brain not function properly for coming out with good jokes..
... = thoughts or ramblings of authoress.
************************************************************************
Chapter 8:
Legolas had been standing in the center of the room, staring at the closed door for the past hour. His mind was still completely enrapt in the feeling of the Man's lips upon his. Gimli hoped the Elf would recover soon for dawn was fast approaching. Their first day of training would begin at first light.
Besides, the Dwarf wanted to remove the reminiscence of his battle with the blasted bird. If news of this got to his comrades in the Glittering Caves, he would be the laughing stock of the group for as long as he lived. Correction, the fight would probably go down into legend as one of the most hilarious matches in history. Compounded with the fact that Gimli had willing joined an army of Elves, the poor Dwarf will be ridiculed for all eternity by his kind.
Gimli tried asking the Elf to move aside so he could clean up the broken furniture in the room. When he got no response from his roommate, the Dwarf poked Legolas to try to get his attention; but to no avail. Still trapped in the fantasy world created by Aragorn's kiss, the Elf moaned softly at the touch, mistaking it for a caress from his beloved. The Dwarf knew then that it would be impossible to wake the Prince from his reverie any time soon. Instead, he tried to pull the rubble from under the Elf's feet. One could imagine what happened next. As a particularly large piece of broken furniture moved from the Dwarf's strong pull, the catatonic Elf lost his balance. Soon, Gimli found himself pinned to the ground by his roommates still form. The Dwarf let out an indignant cry and shoved the Prince off with enough force to send him rolling back on top of the pile of rubble.
This was all Aragorn's fault. If the Man hadn't kissed Legolas, this would not be happening. Yes, Legolas told the Dwarf his real identity. The Elf figured it would be easier to fulfill his mission with an ally. His sharp diplomatic instinct told him that Gimli thought of him as a friend and would not betray him.
Over dinner, the Dwarf had a lengthy talk with his new roommate. Though Gimli was prejudiced against Elves, he found himself liking the Elven Prince. Legolas was not arrogant like the other Elves; he was self- effacing, intelligent and objective. Gimli had never heard of an Elf who admired the courage of a Dwarf. But Legolas had openly admitted that he thought Gimli brave and noble for helping in their fight against Sauron. The Dwarf still could hardly believe Legolas was from Thranduil's halls. The fact that the Elf grew into the wonderful person he was under the influences of a family of arrogant, power hungry and self centered individuals was very impressive to Gimli. Though the Dwarf did not bear any good will to those at Mirkwood, he would help the Prince gather information on the army. He would do all he could to assist his new friend in succeeding in the mission given by the King of Mirkwood.
During their conversation, Gimli had discovered that his new friend was very shy and innocent in personal relationships. The Dwarf noticed how Legolas had glanced at Aragorn at the recruiting table. He knew the Prince was attracted to the Man. When he tried to bring up the subject of their new Human commander, the Elf had turned bright red and refused to comment. At first, Gimli guessed that the two already had an affair and the Prince was just embarrassed to say. But when Legolas spoke of his travels to Rivendell with his two companions, the Dwarf realized that the Man and Elf had not shared an intimacy at all. The Elven Prince was just so shy that the thought of his attraction to the Man was enough to bring a blush to his cheeks. Since that moment, the Dwarf had vowed that he would protect the Elven Prince to the best of his abilities.
Having traveled with the Elf for many days, Aragorn should have known how inexperienced Legolas was in the ways of Men. It only took the Dwarf two hours to figure that out! The Man should never have kissed Legolas like that, in front of an audience and for twenty minutes, no less. Being tall, dark and handsome, Aragorn should be very well versed in the art of kissing and should know the effects his kisses had on people, especially innocent Elves. Commander or not, Gimli was tempted to march over to headquarters and show the Man his skills with a war axe. A few whacks on the legs should teach Aragorn to be more considerate in his dealings with the Elf. The only thing that held the Dwarf back was his fear of being expelled from the army for taking out his aggression on the Man. He could not help and protect Legolas if he was not there with his new friend.
************************************************************************
In the fantasy world where Legolas was trapped, the Man pulled him onto the ground and rolled him onto his back. This would not do at all. Though Aragorn was his true love, the Elf was not the type who would bed someone on the same night of their first kiss. Legolas had always thought of bedding someone as the ultimate expression of love, the sharing of intimacy that went beyond the physical plane, the touching of two souls united by mutual longing. He needed to stop the Man now before it went further.
"Please, Aragorn, we must stop now," whispered the Prince.
No sooner than he said the words, the scene in front of him disappeared and he found himself staring at the ceiling, lying on a pile of broken furniture. Gingerly, the Elf sat up and was immediately immobilized by a joyous hug from his roommate.
"Glad you are finally back, Master Elf. I was beginning to worry that you would not return to reality in time for our first day of training," said the Dwarf gruffly as he released his friend from his strong embrace.
At Gimli's comment, the Elf promptly turned bright red. Aragorn had kissed him in front of the entire army! The other Elves would probably think he was trying to make a good impression on their Human commander using his looks. The Prince knew that in order to fulfill his duties as spy, he would need to gain access to privileged information. The only way to do so would be to get elected as a squadron leader who would be included in all tactical meetings concerning the affairs of the new joint army. The selection of squadron leader was a two-step process. The commanders would select several candidates that they found capable. A democratic vote would then be carried out among the army. With this procedure, the electee would be someone who both the leadership and the common soldier could trust.
If Legolas was a better fighter, he could attempt to earn his comrades respect with his physical prowess, to prove that he did not need his charms to get the Man's attention. But since the Prince's strength was in his wits, not his combat abilities, he had a feeling that the kiss had made his task of being a spy for Mirkwood much more difficult.
Though he knew that Aragorn was the one true love he had been waiting for, the Elf also knew that this was his only chance to prove his worth to his family. He knew the Royal House in Mirkwood had no respect for him because he was different. His looks, his introvert nature and his lack of fighting abilities had condemned him into being no more than a shadow in his own home; one who always had to stay behind the curtains, who could never held his head high and walk into the open to fight his own battles. This was the one opportunity to change all that.
Legolas could not change the past; the horrible memories of his first warrior training would forever be engraved in his mind. But he could change the future. If he succeeded in his mission, those who had looked down upon him before would see that they had erred in their judgments; that he was much more than a pretty face or a brilliant mind or a silvery tongue. They would finally see him as an Elf who was their equal and accept him into their lives. In order to achieve his goals, he must focus on becoming the best warrior he could be and earn the respect of everyone through his actions, not his words or charms. Being involved in any way with the Man would only be detrimental to his mission. For his future's sake, the Elf knew he must bury his heart. He would give up on this long awaited opportunity for true love; in return, Legolas could only hope that he had the strength to realize his dreams.
************************************************************************
Aragorn had been staring out the window at the recruits' camp for the past hour. The twins were becoming worried. They knew that as soon as Arwen got word of the kiss, their human brother would be doomed. Since they managed to recapture the parrot, if the Man acted quickly, there might still be a chance that he would be spared. In fact, if Aragorn played his cards right, he would even gain the Evening Star's gratitude as well as forgiveness. Yet, the Man seemed not at all concerned about the consequences of his previous actions. After their return to headquarters, Aragorn had settled on a chair by the window and began watching intensely at the barracks where the golden Elf resided. So intense was the Man's expression that one would wonder if it could bare a hole through the roof using the heat from his gaze.
No one had ever affected the Man so with a single kiss. Aragorn was rather experienced with the pleasures of the flesh. The Man was sought after by ladies and warriors, Elves and Humans alike. But he had never felt anything like the way he did during that kiss. The satisfaction when he claimed the Elf's rosy lips; the hunger that the simple touch aroused in him; the sweetness of Lasgalen's taste, the silkiness of that golden hair, the way the Elf's body fit so perfectly against his; all these sensations remained with him even now. The passion Lasgalen had ignited in him was fiercer and more lasting than anything he had ever experienced. Not even his wildest night of sexual adventures could compare; for the Man had always felt alone and empty after the intense heat and pleasure of the joining of two bodies had passed.
Kissing the Elf was different; there was more to the act than pure physical gratification. In his innocence, Lasgalen had poured his emotions and caring into their touch; it made the Man felt warm and loved, making him wished that the contact would last forever. That was why despite his desire for the Elf he had not tried anything beyond their passionate kiss. He was content to simply stay the way they were; holding Lasgalen within his tight embrace, basking in the Elf's love without a care in the world.
The Man knew he should go make amends to his Lady; but he simply could not do it. Now that he knew the power of true love's kiss, he could not bring himself to lie anymore. He did not love her, nor did he think she was the most beautiful creature on Middle Earth. He could no longer deny that he was attracted to Lasgalen or that the golden Elf was the most exquisite beauty that ever lived.
However, Aragorn knew he could not act upon his feelings. He was one of the commanders of the army. Knowing that Lasgalen lacked fighting capabilities, the Man knew if he were to show any of his attraction to the Elf, the other recruits would look down upon the golden beauty. They would likely think of the Elf as his pet and target Lasgalen for their practical jokes. Aragorn knew how much being part of the army meant to the Elf. For Lasgalen's sake, he would keep their relationship formal. The memory of the kiss they shared would have to be enough for now. Aragorn would turn the shy beauty into a capable warrior; he would help Lasgalen fulfill his dreams. Because only then could he express his love for the Elf and pursue his own happiness.
************************************************************************
When the twins realized that their human brother was not going to do anything to save himself, they decided to take matters into their own hands. Aragorn was their little brother and they felt obligated to protect him. Besides, if the Man got himself killed, they would have to do his share of training the recruits. The twins knew that was not something they would enjoy. With the parrot securely locked up in its trash-can prison, the twins carried the bird back to the palace at Rivendell to see their little sister.
************************************************************************
"What is it?" asked an annoyed Arwen as she heard the knock on her door.
She was in the middle of her daily two-hour routine of making herself look as befitting of the Evening Star of the Elves. The Lady never liked interruptions when she was dressing up for the day. Compounded with the fact that someone had kidnapped her favorite parrot, Arwen was ready to vent some of that pent-up anger on any unfortunate soul that irked her in the slight bit.
She was sure that the bird had been detained against its will somewhere. It should have returned to her by now if it could. After all, the adorable little creature must be utterly enchanted by her beauty and would never leave her side on its own accord. The Lady knew it was Elrohir's presence that scared the bird into flying away the day it escaped; which was why she had punished her elder brother accordingly. After that lesson, the younger twin would have a care not to enter her rooms without permission.
"It's your brothers, Arwen. Open the door. We have a surprise for you," answered Elladan.
The Evening Star grudgingly moved from her vantage point in front of the mirror to open the door. "This had better be good. You know how I dislike interruptions early in the mornings."
"Oh, come now little sister, even without the make-up and pretty clothes, you would still be the prettiest," lied Elrohir in an attempt to soothe his annoyed sister.
"Besides, we found your wayward pet," said Elladan as he walked to the empty can and transferred the bird from the trashcan into it.
"You've found him!!! Oh thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you! You are the greatest brothers anyone could have!" exclaimed Arwen as she rushed to hug both twins.
"Actually, it wasn't us. It was Aragorn," replied Elrohir.
"Yeah. But he knew he wasn't allowed in your rooms, so he asked us to bring the bird back to you," elaborated Elladan.
"I see. I should thank Aragorn personally too then. Where did he find my poor baby? Was the little thing taken prisoner in that trashcan? Did you find who took it? I wish to have a word with that horrible creature and teach him a lesson so he would never capture little parrots for his own amusement again," asked Arwen.
"Actually, it's a rather complicated story. The bird was lost and made its way to the army camp. One of the recruits was wearing green feathers in his hair," replied Elrohir.
"Green feathers! Someone needs a lot of advice on fashion sense," muttered the Lady. The thought of anyone wearing green feathers in their hair was disturbing to Arwen; but one of the army recruits doing so was enough to make the Evening Star mildly ill.
"Well, the parrot thought the Elf was a female bird and became attached to him instantly. Aragorn actually had to kiss the recruit to get your pet jealous just to get him off the new recruits head," finished Elladan.
"Oh, my poor Aragorn. I must do something extra nice to thank him properly," exclaimed the Lady. The Man loved her enough to kiss a male Elf who wore green feathers and looked like a BIRD just to get her pet back. Aragorn must be feeling so sick right now, touching that disgusting creature. The Lady decided that she would pay a visit to her Man at the camp once she finished dressing for the day.
************************************************************************
Thanks for all the kind reviewers who submitted reviews for the story =) I really like little parrot too.
Some more responses to reviews:
Rings of Saturn: The song is from Anastasia. 'A journey to the past' by Aaliyah.
Sly-chan: both lost the bet. Kiss was too long. They bet on five and ten minutes.
Sugar Coma and indiegirl: It's not that I don't like Arwen. It's just that I really love the "still the prettiest" thing in Cassie's Secret Diaries and think it would be funny to borrow that attitude for one of the Elves. Since I cannot make fun of Legolas (I am in love with him, after all), Arwen is the obvious candidate. She is nice and compassionate in Shadow (one of other fics).
goldmund: I like saving the best for last. This story WILL end with a version of a kiss similar to the movie it was named after, but it will be a little different in context =) Besides, I am too mean to our couple in Shadow, making them wait 15 years for a single kiss, so I decide I will be nice here and not make Legolas wait as long =)
Please, please review. Got two towers game Monday, been playing lots. If people want me to spend more time fantasizing about my favorite Elf instead of playing with him, review.
Been staying up every night for the past week trying to get a Perfect rating for Legolas in game, and am very, very sleepy. I am apologizing in advance if chapter seems a little strange. Not to mention, it's not too funny. Brain not function properly for coming out with good jokes..
... = thoughts or ramblings of authoress.
************************************************************************
Chapter 8:
Legolas had been standing in the center of the room, staring at the closed door for the past hour. His mind was still completely enrapt in the feeling of the Man's lips upon his. Gimli hoped the Elf would recover soon for dawn was fast approaching. Their first day of training would begin at first light.
Besides, the Dwarf wanted to remove the reminiscence of his battle with the blasted bird. If news of this got to his comrades in the Glittering Caves, he would be the laughing stock of the group for as long as he lived. Correction, the fight would probably go down into legend as one of the most hilarious matches in history. Compounded with the fact that Gimli had willing joined an army of Elves, the poor Dwarf will be ridiculed for all eternity by his kind.
Gimli tried asking the Elf to move aside so he could clean up the broken furniture in the room. When he got no response from his roommate, the Dwarf poked Legolas to try to get his attention; but to no avail. Still trapped in the fantasy world created by Aragorn's kiss, the Elf moaned softly at the touch, mistaking it for a caress from his beloved. The Dwarf knew then that it would be impossible to wake the Prince from his reverie any time soon. Instead, he tried to pull the rubble from under the Elf's feet. One could imagine what happened next. As a particularly large piece of broken furniture moved from the Dwarf's strong pull, the catatonic Elf lost his balance. Soon, Gimli found himself pinned to the ground by his roommates still form. The Dwarf let out an indignant cry and shoved the Prince off with enough force to send him rolling back on top of the pile of rubble.
This was all Aragorn's fault. If the Man hadn't kissed Legolas, this would not be happening. Yes, Legolas told the Dwarf his real identity. The Elf figured it would be easier to fulfill his mission with an ally. His sharp diplomatic instinct told him that Gimli thought of him as a friend and would not betray him.
Over dinner, the Dwarf had a lengthy talk with his new roommate. Though Gimli was prejudiced against Elves, he found himself liking the Elven Prince. Legolas was not arrogant like the other Elves; he was self- effacing, intelligent and objective. Gimli had never heard of an Elf who admired the courage of a Dwarf. But Legolas had openly admitted that he thought Gimli brave and noble for helping in their fight against Sauron. The Dwarf still could hardly believe Legolas was from Thranduil's halls. The fact that the Elf grew into the wonderful person he was under the influences of a family of arrogant, power hungry and self centered individuals was very impressive to Gimli. Though the Dwarf did not bear any good will to those at Mirkwood, he would help the Prince gather information on the army. He would do all he could to assist his new friend in succeeding in the mission given by the King of Mirkwood.
During their conversation, Gimli had discovered that his new friend was very shy and innocent in personal relationships. The Dwarf noticed how Legolas had glanced at Aragorn at the recruiting table. He knew the Prince was attracted to the Man. When he tried to bring up the subject of their new Human commander, the Elf had turned bright red and refused to comment. At first, Gimli guessed that the two already had an affair and the Prince was just embarrassed to say. But when Legolas spoke of his travels to Rivendell with his two companions, the Dwarf realized that the Man and Elf had not shared an intimacy at all. The Elven Prince was just so shy that the thought of his attraction to the Man was enough to bring a blush to his cheeks. Since that moment, the Dwarf had vowed that he would protect the Elven Prince to the best of his abilities.
Having traveled with the Elf for many days, Aragorn should have known how inexperienced Legolas was in the ways of Men. It only took the Dwarf two hours to figure that out! The Man should never have kissed Legolas like that, in front of an audience and for twenty minutes, no less. Being tall, dark and handsome, Aragorn should be very well versed in the art of kissing and should know the effects his kisses had on people, especially innocent Elves. Commander or not, Gimli was tempted to march over to headquarters and show the Man his skills with a war axe. A few whacks on the legs should teach Aragorn to be more considerate in his dealings with the Elf. The only thing that held the Dwarf back was his fear of being expelled from the army for taking out his aggression on the Man. He could not help and protect Legolas if he was not there with his new friend.
************************************************************************
In the fantasy world where Legolas was trapped, the Man pulled him onto the ground and rolled him onto his back. This would not do at all. Though Aragorn was his true love, the Elf was not the type who would bed someone on the same night of their first kiss. Legolas had always thought of bedding someone as the ultimate expression of love, the sharing of intimacy that went beyond the physical plane, the touching of two souls united by mutual longing. He needed to stop the Man now before it went further.
"Please, Aragorn, we must stop now," whispered the Prince.
No sooner than he said the words, the scene in front of him disappeared and he found himself staring at the ceiling, lying on a pile of broken furniture. Gingerly, the Elf sat up and was immediately immobilized by a joyous hug from his roommate.
"Glad you are finally back, Master Elf. I was beginning to worry that you would not return to reality in time for our first day of training," said the Dwarf gruffly as he released his friend from his strong embrace.
At Gimli's comment, the Elf promptly turned bright red. Aragorn had kissed him in front of the entire army! The other Elves would probably think he was trying to make a good impression on their Human commander using his looks. The Prince knew that in order to fulfill his duties as spy, he would need to gain access to privileged information. The only way to do so would be to get elected as a squadron leader who would be included in all tactical meetings concerning the affairs of the new joint army. The selection of squadron leader was a two-step process. The commanders would select several candidates that they found capable. A democratic vote would then be carried out among the army. With this procedure, the electee would be someone who both the leadership and the common soldier could trust.
If Legolas was a better fighter, he could attempt to earn his comrades respect with his physical prowess, to prove that he did not need his charms to get the Man's attention. But since the Prince's strength was in his wits, not his combat abilities, he had a feeling that the kiss had made his task of being a spy for Mirkwood much more difficult.
Though he knew that Aragorn was the one true love he had been waiting for, the Elf also knew that this was his only chance to prove his worth to his family. He knew the Royal House in Mirkwood had no respect for him because he was different. His looks, his introvert nature and his lack of fighting abilities had condemned him into being no more than a shadow in his own home; one who always had to stay behind the curtains, who could never held his head high and walk into the open to fight his own battles. This was the one opportunity to change all that.
Legolas could not change the past; the horrible memories of his first warrior training would forever be engraved in his mind. But he could change the future. If he succeeded in his mission, those who had looked down upon him before would see that they had erred in their judgments; that he was much more than a pretty face or a brilliant mind or a silvery tongue. They would finally see him as an Elf who was their equal and accept him into their lives. In order to achieve his goals, he must focus on becoming the best warrior he could be and earn the respect of everyone through his actions, not his words or charms. Being involved in any way with the Man would only be detrimental to his mission. For his future's sake, the Elf knew he must bury his heart. He would give up on this long awaited opportunity for true love; in return, Legolas could only hope that he had the strength to realize his dreams.
************************************************************************
Aragorn had been staring out the window at the recruits' camp for the past hour. The twins were becoming worried. They knew that as soon as Arwen got word of the kiss, their human brother would be doomed. Since they managed to recapture the parrot, if the Man acted quickly, there might still be a chance that he would be spared. In fact, if Aragorn played his cards right, he would even gain the Evening Star's gratitude as well as forgiveness. Yet, the Man seemed not at all concerned about the consequences of his previous actions. After their return to headquarters, Aragorn had settled on a chair by the window and began watching intensely at the barracks where the golden Elf resided. So intense was the Man's expression that one would wonder if it could bare a hole through the roof using the heat from his gaze.
No one had ever affected the Man so with a single kiss. Aragorn was rather experienced with the pleasures of the flesh. The Man was sought after by ladies and warriors, Elves and Humans alike. But he had never felt anything like the way he did during that kiss. The satisfaction when he claimed the Elf's rosy lips; the hunger that the simple touch aroused in him; the sweetness of Lasgalen's taste, the silkiness of that golden hair, the way the Elf's body fit so perfectly against his; all these sensations remained with him even now. The passion Lasgalen had ignited in him was fiercer and more lasting than anything he had ever experienced. Not even his wildest night of sexual adventures could compare; for the Man had always felt alone and empty after the intense heat and pleasure of the joining of two bodies had passed.
Kissing the Elf was different; there was more to the act than pure physical gratification. In his innocence, Lasgalen had poured his emotions and caring into their touch; it made the Man felt warm and loved, making him wished that the contact would last forever. That was why despite his desire for the Elf he had not tried anything beyond their passionate kiss. He was content to simply stay the way they were; holding Lasgalen within his tight embrace, basking in the Elf's love without a care in the world.
The Man knew he should go make amends to his Lady; but he simply could not do it. Now that he knew the power of true love's kiss, he could not bring himself to lie anymore. He did not love her, nor did he think she was the most beautiful creature on Middle Earth. He could no longer deny that he was attracted to Lasgalen or that the golden Elf was the most exquisite beauty that ever lived.
However, Aragorn knew he could not act upon his feelings. He was one of the commanders of the army. Knowing that Lasgalen lacked fighting capabilities, the Man knew if he were to show any of his attraction to the Elf, the other recruits would look down upon the golden beauty. They would likely think of the Elf as his pet and target Lasgalen for their practical jokes. Aragorn knew how much being part of the army meant to the Elf. For Lasgalen's sake, he would keep their relationship formal. The memory of the kiss they shared would have to be enough for now. Aragorn would turn the shy beauty into a capable warrior; he would help Lasgalen fulfill his dreams. Because only then could he express his love for the Elf and pursue his own happiness.
************************************************************************
When the twins realized that their human brother was not going to do anything to save himself, they decided to take matters into their own hands. Aragorn was their little brother and they felt obligated to protect him. Besides, if the Man got himself killed, they would have to do his share of training the recruits. The twins knew that was not something they would enjoy. With the parrot securely locked up in its trash-can prison, the twins carried the bird back to the palace at Rivendell to see their little sister.
************************************************************************
"What is it?" asked an annoyed Arwen as she heard the knock on her door.
She was in the middle of her daily two-hour routine of making herself look as befitting of the Evening Star of the Elves. The Lady never liked interruptions when she was dressing up for the day. Compounded with the fact that someone had kidnapped her favorite parrot, Arwen was ready to vent some of that pent-up anger on any unfortunate soul that irked her in the slight bit.
She was sure that the bird had been detained against its will somewhere. It should have returned to her by now if it could. After all, the adorable little creature must be utterly enchanted by her beauty and would never leave her side on its own accord. The Lady knew it was Elrohir's presence that scared the bird into flying away the day it escaped; which was why she had punished her elder brother accordingly. After that lesson, the younger twin would have a care not to enter her rooms without permission.
"It's your brothers, Arwen. Open the door. We have a surprise for you," answered Elladan.
The Evening Star grudgingly moved from her vantage point in front of the mirror to open the door. "This had better be good. You know how I dislike interruptions early in the mornings."
"Oh, come now little sister, even without the make-up and pretty clothes, you would still be the prettiest," lied Elrohir in an attempt to soothe his annoyed sister.
"Besides, we found your wayward pet," said Elladan as he walked to the empty can and transferred the bird from the trashcan into it.
"You've found him!!! Oh thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you! You are the greatest brothers anyone could have!" exclaimed Arwen as she rushed to hug both twins.
"Actually, it wasn't us. It was Aragorn," replied Elrohir.
"Yeah. But he knew he wasn't allowed in your rooms, so he asked us to bring the bird back to you," elaborated Elladan.
"I see. I should thank Aragorn personally too then. Where did he find my poor baby? Was the little thing taken prisoner in that trashcan? Did you find who took it? I wish to have a word with that horrible creature and teach him a lesson so he would never capture little parrots for his own amusement again," asked Arwen.
"Actually, it's a rather complicated story. The bird was lost and made its way to the army camp. One of the recruits was wearing green feathers in his hair," replied Elrohir.
"Green feathers! Someone needs a lot of advice on fashion sense," muttered the Lady. The thought of anyone wearing green feathers in their hair was disturbing to Arwen; but one of the army recruits doing so was enough to make the Evening Star mildly ill.
"Well, the parrot thought the Elf was a female bird and became attached to him instantly. Aragorn actually had to kiss the recruit to get your pet jealous just to get him off the new recruits head," finished Elladan.
"Oh, my poor Aragorn. I must do something extra nice to thank him properly," exclaimed the Lady. The Man loved her enough to kiss a male Elf who wore green feathers and looked like a BIRD just to get her pet back. Aragorn must be feeling so sick right now, touching that disgusting creature. The Lady decided that she would pay a visit to her Man at the camp once she finished dressing for the day.
************************************************************************
Thanks for all the kind reviewers who submitted reviews for the story =) I really like little parrot too.
Some more responses to reviews:
Rings of Saturn: The song is from Anastasia. 'A journey to the past' by Aaliyah.
Sly-chan: both lost the bet. Kiss was too long. They bet on five and ten minutes.
Sugar Coma and indiegirl: It's not that I don't like Arwen. It's just that I really love the "still the prettiest" thing in Cassie's Secret Diaries and think it would be funny to borrow that attitude for one of the Elves. Since I cannot make fun of Legolas (I am in love with him, after all), Arwen is the obvious candidate. She is nice and compassionate in Shadow (one of other fics).
goldmund: I like saving the best for last. This story WILL end with a version of a kiss similar to the movie it was named after, but it will be a little different in context =) Besides, I am too mean to our couple in Shadow, making them wait 15 years for a single kiss, so I decide I will be nice here and not make Legolas wait as long =)