One Hell of a Birthday
Part Two: Back in Regular Earth
gods, im so mean to these people, lol. You can blame Crimson Starlight for this plot device though, lol.
Warning: certain four-letter f-word used in this chapter in one paragraph. Sorry. It's only used a few times. I'm sure you'll get over it. It shouldn't scar your pure innocent minds too much. :D
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Chapter Nine: Muhahhahaha - Haldir and Diane's Hell Chapter
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A week later, things had calmed down a bit in the apartment, meaning Gandalf and Ayla were happy again, and Haldir and Diane could tell, as they kept them up most nights. Darn those walls for being so thin. Diane figured rabbits wouldn't be able to keep up with those two, by the sounds of it.
So Diane stopped worrying about Ayla's love life, and started to focus on her own again, which was probably a good thing, since some interesting developements had been, well, developing without her realising it. For one, Haldir was being a lot more romantic and cuddly and all those things that people who were PDA-oriented were prone to be.
Heck, Diane even made herself gag sometimes, but she blamed that on Haldir. He's the one that made her mushy. Yep. It was all Haldir's fault.
Which is why she should have been expecting what was coming, but for some odd reason, she wasn't, and that irritated her.
Diane and Haldir were happily picnicking one afternoon, a few weeks after Ayla and Gandalf made up, in the park when it started to rain, rather heavily. They quickly pulled together their things and ran to the nearest gazebo to wait it out.
Diane couldn't help but be a little happy about the rain though, since it made Haldir's shirt cling to him in the most delicious of ways. He looked incredibly good in regular human clothes, but hey, we all know that a hot male is nowhere near as hot as a *wet*, hot male. Haldir noticed her staring at his chest, which was quite seeable through the pale green, now soaked t-shirt.
"See anything you like?" he quipped. Diane raised her eyebrow at him.
"I think you've been watching too much TV," she laughed, poking his shoulder. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her close to him. He wrapped his arms around her and smiled down at her.
"Have I, now?" he said, smirking. Diane nodded, and giggled girlishly.
'I can't believe I just giggled girlishly,' thought Diane. She mentally shrugged it off, and stood up on her tip-toes to plant a light smooch on Haldir's nose.
He undermined her plan, though, by moving his head just in time to catch her lips with his own, and he wasted no time in deepening the kiss until all Diane could think about was tongues and lips and wow, kissing in the rain, even if it was in a gazebo, was definately way up there on the top ten list; and all Haldir could think about was tongues and lips and wow, he was so incredibly in love with this girl that it was, well, all he could think about.
They finally broke apart, and Diane was rather glad that Haldir still had his arms around her waist, because if he didn't she would have fallen down, seeing as her legs were feeling an awful lot like jell-o. She hoped it was raspberry jell-o that they were feeling like, because really, besides orange, that was the only kind she liked.
They sat down on the handy-dandy gazebo bench and Diane leaned into Haldir, who draped his arm accross her shoulder and sighed contentedly.
"Diane," Haldir said softly. Diane 'hmm'ed softly in response, closing her eyes and snuggling closer to Haldir. "Would you marry me? Spend your life with me?"
Diane's eyes shot open and she sat up straight, feeling her muscles tighten and her breath catch. She turned to him hesitantly. She tried to smile. "Heh," she said. "I think I've got a hearing problem - I just heard you ask me to marry you," she said, eyes wide.
Haldir nodded.
Diane groaned.
"What is the matter?" Haldir asked, touching her shoulder. She unconciously shrugged his hand away and looked down at her feet.
"I can't marry you," she said simply. Haldir looked taken aback.
"But - but why not?" he asked. "Do you not love me?"
"Well, yeah, I love you," Diane said, rolling her eyes as if that wasn't the most obvious thing on the planet. "And of course I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Or at least, a good portion of it. Probably most of it." She stopped for a moment, considering. "Yep," she said finally. "Definately all of it."
"Then why can you not marry me?" Haldir asked, sounding desperate, and doing the puppy-dog-eyes thing, although quite unintentionally, since elves don't normally do the begging thing, and especially not the puppy-dog-eyes thing. Which is probably because there are no puppy dogs in Middle Earth, but that's really besides the point now, isn't it?
Diane felt a bit sorry for him; she couldn't help it. She always gave in to the puppy-dog-eyes. She sighed and looked away from him.
"See, I have this thing, about marriage," she said. Haldir gazed at her imploringly, wordlessly asking her to explain. "I don't want one," she said. Haldir looked puzzled.
"But, if you want to spend your life with me," he said, "why can we not get married?"
"Look, Haldir, are we happy the way we are?" she asked.
"Yes, of course we are," he said, smiling a bit.
"Then why worry? I've known too many people who were perfectly happy 'til they got married and then the relationship just fell apart. I don't want that. I'm perfectly happy the way we are right now. Why can't we just stay that way?"
"You are afraid," Haldir said. Diane looked away, with a slight scowl. Haldir took her chin in his hand and turned her face back towards his. "You are scared," he said again. Diane scoweled deeper.
"I never said I was scared," she grumbled, standing up walking to the edge of the gazebo. The rain was still pounding to the ground.
"But you are," Haldir said. "You're scared that if you marry me, you'll lose me. Well, isn't that a risk you have to take when it comes to love?" he asked, getting up and walking up to her. Diane whirled around to face him.
"Fuck you," she snapped. "Just because I don't want to ruin a good thing, doesn't mean I'm scared of something that I KNOW could seriously mess it up! It's called survival instinct! It's called being human - oh, but wait! You wouldn't know about that. You're an almighty ELF - if something doesn't work out, you've got a few thousand years to get over it, and then you'll move on! Well guess what, HALDIR! I don't have that kind of luck! I've only got eighty-odd years, and if I spend half that with someone that I don't love anymore because we signed a piece of fucking PAPER and I don't want to go back on a set of promises that I made while in euphoria, then I don't have a few thousand years to get over it! I only have another twenty-some years after that, and then it's not likely that I'll find someone who'll love me! So don't you FUCKING tell me I'm SCARED. You can go fuck Aragorn up a tree if you're gonna tell me what I am and am not!"
Diane ended her rant finally, breathless. Haldir looked very shocked. Diane had never yelled at him like that before. It was rather unnerving.
"Diane, I -" he started.
"Don't," Diane said, cutting him off. "I don't wanna here it right now. I'm going home." With that, she grabbed her purse and ran from the gazebo, not caring that the rain was soaking her to the skin. Haldir stared after her, still shocked. He watched her until the rain blurred her figure and then hid it completely. He turned around and went back to the bench.
He sat down, buried his face in his hands, and sighed heavily, before helping the rain in its adding to the planet of droplet-shaped water.
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Diane kept walking right on by the apartment building when she came to it, deciding that she didn't really want to go home after all. More than likely Ayla and Gandalf were home and being mushy and stupid.
Love sucked. Why did people have to go ruining it by proposing? Marriage was stupid. You didn't really need it. It was only a piece of paper.
"STUPID!" she shouted to the sky through the rain. She didn't know who she was shouting at; whoever was messing up Haldir's head, she guessed.
"Indeed," said a voice behind her. She stopped and turned around to see who had spoken. There, in front of her and quite dry, thanks to a large black umbrella, was a tall young man with dark brown hair and a small smile on his face. "And what exactly is stupid?" he asked.
Diane grimaced. "Everything," she said. The young man laughed and stepped closer to her so that she was sharing his umbrella, and thus no longer getting pelted by the offensive droplets. "It's been a while," she said.
"Not that long - a year," he replied, and they started to walk.
"Long enough," she said, staring at her shoes as they walked. They didn't say anything after that, and didn't speak again until they stopped, and Diane realised that they had arrived at the young man's home.
"Would you like to come in and dry off a bit? Maybe have a cup of coffee?" He asked. Diane hesitated, and then nodded.
"Alright," she said. "Why not? Nothing like a cup of coffee between old..." she trailed off.
"Friends," the man replied. "Just friends, Diane." She nodded mutely and they stepped inside his house.
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Haldir walked home carrying the picnick basket and feeling rather dejected. He stepped into the apartment and looked around for signs of Ayla and Gandalf. He found a note on the fridge saying that the two had gone out for a movie and supper and would be back that evening. Haldir was rather glad to be alone, and not have to worry about Ayla and Gandalf asking him where Diane was.
He wished he knew, so he could find her and apologise. But he couldn't help but ask. He had had to ask. He understood why she didn't want to, and he knew he shouldn't have pushed with the scared thing, but he wished she had said yes.
He went to the bathroom and turned on the water in the bathtub. He always did like a good bath; it helped him to relax and think.
He took his bath and extracted himself from the hot water about an hour later. He went into the living room and sat down on the couch to take a nap, and maybe forget all that had gone on during the day. He was just settling in when something warm landed on his head, and then bounced into his lap. It sat there, quite shocked for a moment, and then, as if recognising him, calmed down.
"Bubbles?" Haldir asked the bunny. Bubbles lazily blinked. Haldir looked up at the ceiling. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Haldir shrugged and began to stroke the rabbit. She was still quite young, so he assumed not too much time had passed in Middle-Earth since they had arrived in Earth.
After a while, he did fall asleep, with Bubbles on his lap, and he didn't wake up again until Ayla and Gandalf got home.
He heard the door being unlocked and pulled himself out of his sleep. He picked Bubbles up out of his lap, and holding her, walked into the kitchen to greet Ayla and Gandalf. The first thing Ayla noticed when she walked in was, of course, Bubbles.
"Bubbles!" she cried, rushing over to Haldir and taking the bunny from him. She held her close and softly rubbed inbetween her long ears. Bubbles snuggled happily into Ayla's hands and against her chest and closed her eyes, apparently planning to doze off again. "How'd she get here?" Ayla asked Haldir. Haldir shrugged.
"She fell onto my head while I was on the couch," Haldir said. Ayla giggled and went into the living room to play with Bubbles.
"Where is Diane?" Gandalf asked, looking at the clock. Haldir took a look at the clock himself, and couldn't believe it. It was already seven o'clock, and she still wasn't home?
"I do not know," Haldir said. "We had a fight, while we were at the park, and she told me she was coming home, but when I got here, she was not. I expected her to arrive back before you and Ayla got back, but, as is obvious, she hasn't." Haldir pulled his lower lip into his mouth, a habit he had picked up since arriving in Regular Earth. "I am worried, Gandalf," he said.
"Worried about what?"
Haldir turned around to face Ayla. He cleared his throat. "Diane," he said. "I am not sure where she is. We had a fight today." Ayla's eyes narrowed.
"Are you telling me that my best friend is missing?" she asked. Haldir nodded. "Well, then, you're gonna help me find her, aren't ya?" Haldir nodded. "Good," Ayla said, and grabbing Haldir by the hand, roughly pulled him out of the apartment, calling goodbye to Gandalf over her shoulder.
Gandalf just shook his head and then decided to take a nap and get some rest before Ayla came back and requested his help as well. He knew well enough that if Diane didn't want to be found, she wouldn't be found; he knew Ayla knew it, too, but he also knew the human need to do something in a time if crisis, even if it was futile.
So he went to bed and promptly fell asleep.
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ooooooh, so who is this mysterious man from Diane's past? what kind of 'coffee' do you think they'll be sharing?
and bubbles is back! yay! [claps]
so anyways. hope you liked this chaptr, it was quite odd to write. and if anybody noticed a specific change in mood, thats because when I started writing the chap, I was reading Crimson Starlight's new humour fic, and then I got into the fight scene, and the happy-go-lucky mood kinda went floomp, if ya know what I mean, lol.
so, hope you enjoyed the chap, im thinking of changing the genre to romance/general - should i?
-SplendiferGoddess
Part Two: Back in Regular Earth
gods, im so mean to these people, lol. You can blame Crimson Starlight for this plot device though, lol.
Warning: certain four-letter f-word used in this chapter in one paragraph. Sorry. It's only used a few times. I'm sure you'll get over it. It shouldn't scar your pure innocent minds too much. :D
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Chapter Nine: Muhahhahaha - Haldir and Diane's Hell Chapter
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A week later, things had calmed down a bit in the apartment, meaning Gandalf and Ayla were happy again, and Haldir and Diane could tell, as they kept them up most nights. Darn those walls for being so thin. Diane figured rabbits wouldn't be able to keep up with those two, by the sounds of it.
So Diane stopped worrying about Ayla's love life, and started to focus on her own again, which was probably a good thing, since some interesting developements had been, well, developing without her realising it. For one, Haldir was being a lot more romantic and cuddly and all those things that people who were PDA-oriented were prone to be.
Heck, Diane even made herself gag sometimes, but she blamed that on Haldir. He's the one that made her mushy. Yep. It was all Haldir's fault.
Which is why she should have been expecting what was coming, but for some odd reason, she wasn't, and that irritated her.
Diane and Haldir were happily picnicking one afternoon, a few weeks after Ayla and Gandalf made up, in the park when it started to rain, rather heavily. They quickly pulled together their things and ran to the nearest gazebo to wait it out.
Diane couldn't help but be a little happy about the rain though, since it made Haldir's shirt cling to him in the most delicious of ways. He looked incredibly good in regular human clothes, but hey, we all know that a hot male is nowhere near as hot as a *wet*, hot male. Haldir noticed her staring at his chest, which was quite seeable through the pale green, now soaked t-shirt.
"See anything you like?" he quipped. Diane raised her eyebrow at him.
"I think you've been watching too much TV," she laughed, poking his shoulder. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her close to him. He wrapped his arms around her and smiled down at her.
"Have I, now?" he said, smirking. Diane nodded, and giggled girlishly.
'I can't believe I just giggled girlishly,' thought Diane. She mentally shrugged it off, and stood up on her tip-toes to plant a light smooch on Haldir's nose.
He undermined her plan, though, by moving his head just in time to catch her lips with his own, and he wasted no time in deepening the kiss until all Diane could think about was tongues and lips and wow, kissing in the rain, even if it was in a gazebo, was definately way up there on the top ten list; and all Haldir could think about was tongues and lips and wow, he was so incredibly in love with this girl that it was, well, all he could think about.
They finally broke apart, and Diane was rather glad that Haldir still had his arms around her waist, because if he didn't she would have fallen down, seeing as her legs were feeling an awful lot like jell-o. She hoped it was raspberry jell-o that they were feeling like, because really, besides orange, that was the only kind she liked.
They sat down on the handy-dandy gazebo bench and Diane leaned into Haldir, who draped his arm accross her shoulder and sighed contentedly.
"Diane," Haldir said softly. Diane 'hmm'ed softly in response, closing her eyes and snuggling closer to Haldir. "Would you marry me? Spend your life with me?"
Diane's eyes shot open and she sat up straight, feeling her muscles tighten and her breath catch. She turned to him hesitantly. She tried to smile. "Heh," she said. "I think I've got a hearing problem - I just heard you ask me to marry you," she said, eyes wide.
Haldir nodded.
Diane groaned.
"What is the matter?" Haldir asked, touching her shoulder. She unconciously shrugged his hand away and looked down at her feet.
"I can't marry you," she said simply. Haldir looked taken aback.
"But - but why not?" he asked. "Do you not love me?"
"Well, yeah, I love you," Diane said, rolling her eyes as if that wasn't the most obvious thing on the planet. "And of course I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Or at least, a good portion of it. Probably most of it." She stopped for a moment, considering. "Yep," she said finally. "Definately all of it."
"Then why can you not marry me?" Haldir asked, sounding desperate, and doing the puppy-dog-eyes thing, although quite unintentionally, since elves don't normally do the begging thing, and especially not the puppy-dog-eyes thing. Which is probably because there are no puppy dogs in Middle Earth, but that's really besides the point now, isn't it?
Diane felt a bit sorry for him; she couldn't help it. She always gave in to the puppy-dog-eyes. She sighed and looked away from him.
"See, I have this thing, about marriage," she said. Haldir gazed at her imploringly, wordlessly asking her to explain. "I don't want one," she said. Haldir looked puzzled.
"But, if you want to spend your life with me," he said, "why can we not get married?"
"Look, Haldir, are we happy the way we are?" she asked.
"Yes, of course we are," he said, smiling a bit.
"Then why worry? I've known too many people who were perfectly happy 'til they got married and then the relationship just fell apart. I don't want that. I'm perfectly happy the way we are right now. Why can't we just stay that way?"
"You are afraid," Haldir said. Diane looked away, with a slight scowl. Haldir took her chin in his hand and turned her face back towards his. "You are scared," he said again. Diane scoweled deeper.
"I never said I was scared," she grumbled, standing up walking to the edge of the gazebo. The rain was still pounding to the ground.
"But you are," Haldir said. "You're scared that if you marry me, you'll lose me. Well, isn't that a risk you have to take when it comes to love?" he asked, getting up and walking up to her. Diane whirled around to face him.
"Fuck you," she snapped. "Just because I don't want to ruin a good thing, doesn't mean I'm scared of something that I KNOW could seriously mess it up! It's called survival instinct! It's called being human - oh, but wait! You wouldn't know about that. You're an almighty ELF - if something doesn't work out, you've got a few thousand years to get over it, and then you'll move on! Well guess what, HALDIR! I don't have that kind of luck! I've only got eighty-odd years, and if I spend half that with someone that I don't love anymore because we signed a piece of fucking PAPER and I don't want to go back on a set of promises that I made while in euphoria, then I don't have a few thousand years to get over it! I only have another twenty-some years after that, and then it's not likely that I'll find someone who'll love me! So don't you FUCKING tell me I'm SCARED. You can go fuck Aragorn up a tree if you're gonna tell me what I am and am not!"
Diane ended her rant finally, breathless. Haldir looked very shocked. Diane had never yelled at him like that before. It was rather unnerving.
"Diane, I -" he started.
"Don't," Diane said, cutting him off. "I don't wanna here it right now. I'm going home." With that, she grabbed her purse and ran from the gazebo, not caring that the rain was soaking her to the skin. Haldir stared after her, still shocked. He watched her until the rain blurred her figure and then hid it completely. He turned around and went back to the bench.
He sat down, buried his face in his hands, and sighed heavily, before helping the rain in its adding to the planet of droplet-shaped water.
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Diane kept walking right on by the apartment building when she came to it, deciding that she didn't really want to go home after all. More than likely Ayla and Gandalf were home and being mushy and stupid.
Love sucked. Why did people have to go ruining it by proposing? Marriage was stupid. You didn't really need it. It was only a piece of paper.
"STUPID!" she shouted to the sky through the rain. She didn't know who she was shouting at; whoever was messing up Haldir's head, she guessed.
"Indeed," said a voice behind her. She stopped and turned around to see who had spoken. There, in front of her and quite dry, thanks to a large black umbrella, was a tall young man with dark brown hair and a small smile on his face. "And what exactly is stupid?" he asked.
Diane grimaced. "Everything," she said. The young man laughed and stepped closer to her so that she was sharing his umbrella, and thus no longer getting pelted by the offensive droplets. "It's been a while," she said.
"Not that long - a year," he replied, and they started to walk.
"Long enough," she said, staring at her shoes as they walked. They didn't say anything after that, and didn't speak again until they stopped, and Diane realised that they had arrived at the young man's home.
"Would you like to come in and dry off a bit? Maybe have a cup of coffee?" He asked. Diane hesitated, and then nodded.
"Alright," she said. "Why not? Nothing like a cup of coffee between old..." she trailed off.
"Friends," the man replied. "Just friends, Diane." She nodded mutely and they stepped inside his house.
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Haldir walked home carrying the picnick basket and feeling rather dejected. He stepped into the apartment and looked around for signs of Ayla and Gandalf. He found a note on the fridge saying that the two had gone out for a movie and supper and would be back that evening. Haldir was rather glad to be alone, and not have to worry about Ayla and Gandalf asking him where Diane was.
He wished he knew, so he could find her and apologise. But he couldn't help but ask. He had had to ask. He understood why she didn't want to, and he knew he shouldn't have pushed with the scared thing, but he wished she had said yes.
He went to the bathroom and turned on the water in the bathtub. He always did like a good bath; it helped him to relax and think.
He took his bath and extracted himself from the hot water about an hour later. He went into the living room and sat down on the couch to take a nap, and maybe forget all that had gone on during the day. He was just settling in when something warm landed on his head, and then bounced into his lap. It sat there, quite shocked for a moment, and then, as if recognising him, calmed down.
"Bubbles?" Haldir asked the bunny. Bubbles lazily blinked. Haldir looked up at the ceiling. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Haldir shrugged and began to stroke the rabbit. She was still quite young, so he assumed not too much time had passed in Middle-Earth since they had arrived in Earth.
After a while, he did fall asleep, with Bubbles on his lap, and he didn't wake up again until Ayla and Gandalf got home.
He heard the door being unlocked and pulled himself out of his sleep. He picked Bubbles up out of his lap, and holding her, walked into the kitchen to greet Ayla and Gandalf. The first thing Ayla noticed when she walked in was, of course, Bubbles.
"Bubbles!" she cried, rushing over to Haldir and taking the bunny from him. She held her close and softly rubbed inbetween her long ears. Bubbles snuggled happily into Ayla's hands and against her chest and closed her eyes, apparently planning to doze off again. "How'd she get here?" Ayla asked Haldir. Haldir shrugged.
"She fell onto my head while I was on the couch," Haldir said. Ayla giggled and went into the living room to play with Bubbles.
"Where is Diane?" Gandalf asked, looking at the clock. Haldir took a look at the clock himself, and couldn't believe it. It was already seven o'clock, and she still wasn't home?
"I do not know," Haldir said. "We had a fight, while we were at the park, and she told me she was coming home, but when I got here, she was not. I expected her to arrive back before you and Ayla got back, but, as is obvious, she hasn't." Haldir pulled his lower lip into his mouth, a habit he had picked up since arriving in Regular Earth. "I am worried, Gandalf," he said.
"Worried about what?"
Haldir turned around to face Ayla. He cleared his throat. "Diane," he said. "I am not sure where she is. We had a fight today." Ayla's eyes narrowed.
"Are you telling me that my best friend is missing?" she asked. Haldir nodded. "Well, then, you're gonna help me find her, aren't ya?" Haldir nodded. "Good," Ayla said, and grabbing Haldir by the hand, roughly pulled him out of the apartment, calling goodbye to Gandalf over her shoulder.
Gandalf just shook his head and then decided to take a nap and get some rest before Ayla came back and requested his help as well. He knew well enough that if Diane didn't want to be found, she wouldn't be found; he knew Ayla knew it, too, but he also knew the human need to do something in a time if crisis, even if it was futile.
So he went to bed and promptly fell asleep.
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ooooooh, so who is this mysterious man from Diane's past? what kind of 'coffee' do you think they'll be sharing?
and bubbles is back! yay! [claps]
so anyways. hope you liked this chaptr, it was quite odd to write. and if anybody noticed a specific change in mood, thats because when I started writing the chap, I was reading Crimson Starlight's new humour fic, and then I got into the fight scene, and the happy-go-lucky mood kinda went floomp, if ya know what I mean, lol.
so, hope you enjoyed the chap, im thinking of changing the genre to romance/general - should i?
-SplendiferGoddess