Haha! Laura, tis u! Well, kinda, it's a twisted gimp version of you… I bow
before your gimpness, oh gimp-like one! Hehe, fear not tho, for u shall be
in a little later as well, I did promise…
Hey, I watched the Matrix last night and I found out that I really *really* fancy Agent Smith (even though he does explode in the end)… I like him like him, not just like him. Feaky huh?
Enjoy!
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She was tall, and immensely beautiful, with long purple hair to her waist, and a low-cut dress that hung in all the right places. Her blue contact lenses shined fiercely in the starlight, and her unnaturally good posture made her look like a goddess amongst them. Legolas gasped, and moved forward, falling to one knee before her.
"My lady." He murmured, reaching out to touch her extended hand (of Gondor), and bring it to his lips for a gentle kiss.
"Fair lady, what brings you among us?" Aragorn stood, his marshmallow falling to the ground, forgotten. The woman smiled benignly at him.
"I am Flungin." She said, her voice the very essence of the stars, and the sudden dramatic breeze gently pulled her hair back, revealing delicate pointed ears.
"An elf!" Sam exclaimed, then yelped as Merry cuffed him over the head.
"Well duh."
"My lady, the very stars bow before your beauty." Legolas murmured, looking up at the tall maiden. But her attentions were elsewhere.
"Hobbits?" She exclaimed, moving forward and pulling out of Legolas grasp. The elf frowned as she moved away and shook his head a few times, realised he was kneeling and stood up quickly. Flungin knelt before the hobbits, who stared at her shocked.
"What is your name, fair hobbit?" She asked, and Merry blushed bright red.
"I… I'm… Er, I'm Meriadoc, m'lady." He said, nervously. The Lady smiled, and took Pippins hand in her own.
"And you?"
"Pip…P…Pippin." The youngest hobbit stammered.
"Join me, Meriadoc and Pippin, and I shall show you delights you have never even dreamed of!" She stood, pulling the hobbits with them, laughing lightly. "Oh." She stopped as her gaze rested on the Things in front of her. Smiling suddenly, she moved forward and slid her arms round Dominic's shoulders. "And who are you?" She asked, coyly.
"Aragorn…" Legolas whispered, but the ranger didn't hear him. He stared, entranced, at the strange elf's beauty. "Aragorn!" Legolas grabbed his arm and dragged him behind the shrubbery. The ranger gasped, then blinked, staring at the elf in front of him blankly.
"Legolas?"
"Finally." Legolas shook his head despairingly. "We must leave here. Now!" Aragorn frowned.
"Why? The lady is no harm to us, and besides, it is dark and there are wild things about."
"Aragorn, don't you see?" Legolas exclaimed. "It is the Authors doing! She has been sent to delay us with her beauty! Even now I'm getting the urge to confess my undying love for her, then tragically die defending her honour!" Aragorn frowned slightly.
"Are you feeling okay, Legolas?" He asked, reaching up to place the palm of his hand on the elf's forehead. "You are not sick, are you?" Legolas growled in frustration.
"Aragorn, are you that blind?!" He snapped, then realized, from the blank look on the man's face, that it would take a little more convincing. "By Elbereth, I'll never live this down." He muttered, then suddenly grabbed the ranger's head and kissed him full on the lips.
Dominic was finding it difficult to concentrate, as Flungin gently stroked his hair and rested her head on his shoulder. The death glares he was receiving from Merry and Pippin were making him nervous. Flungin giggled and leant up to kiss him, when a sudden, loud moan interrupted them. The fellowship turned to stare at the shrubbery, which appeared to be moaning. Curious, Orlando moved from Sam's side, and pulled the leaves back a little, peering through the small gap. He gasped. The rest of the fellowship got even curiouser*, and they wandered round the clearing a little way to see behind said shrubbery.
Legolas was on the floor, with Aragorn practically lying on him. They were too busy kissing to even realise they had an audience. Orlando grinned at Elijah again, who forgot his earlier jealousy and grinned back, reaching out to slide his hand into Orlando's. Merry and Pippin giggled and nudged Sean. Sean was staring in open-mouthed shock, and Billy and Dominic were smirking. Frodo clung to Sam. Flungin frowned.
"Wait... this isn't supposed to happen!" She exclaimed, and the fellowship turned to look at her. Legolas managed to pry Aragorn away from his lips long enough to slide out from under him.
"Pardon?" Aragorn asked, getting his breathing back in control and standing up.
"You... you're all supposed to *love* me!" She yelped, her voice going higher as she stamped her foot angrily.
"Sorry." Legolas shrugged, brushing twigs and leaves from his legs.
"No!" She shrieked, then looked up. "Can't you do something?!" She asked, apparently to no one in particular. There was a pause, and everything suddenly went silent. "Oh come on, you said I could have Dominic!" Dominic gasped and went noticeably paler. The elf rolled her eyes and sighed. "Fine fine... I'll just stick with the hobbits then..." The fellowship looked up, puzzled at who she was talking to.
"She's in league with the Author!" Legolas cried, and all of them except Flungin turned to look at him. "Quick, run!"
Flungin was nearly knocked over in the mad rush that followed. The fellowship grabbed their things and ran into the dark forest surrounding them.
"No! You can't leave!" The elf screamed after them. Pippin and Merry ran past her, and Pippin stuck his tongue out at her on the way. Then ran into Merry, who had suddenly stopped. They landed in a heap on the floor, and looked up in horror at the elf that was looming over them. Merry gulped, and stood up.
"M'lady..." He muttered, wandering forward a few steps. Flungin smiled.
Dominic glanced back, and stopped when he saw Merry and Pippin stood in front of the strange elf.
"Billy, the hobbits!" He called, turning and running back. Billy turned and gasped, then ran after his friend. Dominic reached the entranced hobbits first, and grabbed Pippin, who yelped and struggled in his arms. Billy raced up and grabbed Merry.
"Yoink." He grinned, grabbed the struggling hobbit and ran after Dominic.
The fellowship somehow managed to find each other again, and collapsed exhausted in a small clearing a little further into the forest.
"Well..." Aragorn said, running his hand through his hair, and frowning as his fingers became entangled in it.
"That was strange." Elijah said, looking up at Orlando, as he lay back in the taller mans arms.
"Very." He agreed, tightening his arms round Elijah's waist.
"What was that thing anyway?" Frodo asked, as he tried to stop shaking long enough for Sam to treat the cut on his arm.
"You're hurt..." Sean sounded concerned, but Frodo shrugged it off.
"I fell over."
"That was no elf." Legolas stated, helping Aragorn to get his fingers out of his tangled hair. "That was the Authors doing. No elf is like that." Dominic and Billy glanced down at the two hobbits they were holding, who were fast asleep in their arms. Sam finished treating Frodo's arm, and looked round the group.
"What was all that about, Strider?" The ranger blushed and glanced at Legolas, was staring at the floor.
"It was a distraction." He said, and Legolas nodded wildly. "Yes, a distraction. We had to break the spell *somehow*. Of course, it was Legolas' idea."
"Hey!" The elf exclaimed. "I kissed you *once* to break the spell. It's *you* who wouldn't let go of my hair and insisted on sticking your tongue down my throat." Aragorn blushed.
"Well, anyway, I think it would be best if we never ever talk about this..."
"Strange occurrence?" Orlando suggested.
"Strange occurrence again. Ever."
"I agree." Legolas added, then suddenly realised he still had his hand in Aragorn's hair, and the ranger's fingers were somehow entwined with his own. He pulled his hand back. The rest of the fellowship grinned evilly at them. Aragorn and Legolas looked at each other and sighed. They would never live this down.
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*Curiouser is a word… Honestly. Have u never read/seen Alice in Wonderland? Curiouser and curiouser….
Hey, I watched the Matrix last night and I found out that I really *really* fancy Agent Smith (even though he does explode in the end)… I like him like him, not just like him. Feaky huh?
Enjoy!
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She was tall, and immensely beautiful, with long purple hair to her waist, and a low-cut dress that hung in all the right places. Her blue contact lenses shined fiercely in the starlight, and her unnaturally good posture made her look like a goddess amongst them. Legolas gasped, and moved forward, falling to one knee before her.
"My lady." He murmured, reaching out to touch her extended hand (of Gondor), and bring it to his lips for a gentle kiss.
"Fair lady, what brings you among us?" Aragorn stood, his marshmallow falling to the ground, forgotten. The woman smiled benignly at him.
"I am Flungin." She said, her voice the very essence of the stars, and the sudden dramatic breeze gently pulled her hair back, revealing delicate pointed ears.
"An elf!" Sam exclaimed, then yelped as Merry cuffed him over the head.
"Well duh."
"My lady, the very stars bow before your beauty." Legolas murmured, looking up at the tall maiden. But her attentions were elsewhere.
"Hobbits?" She exclaimed, moving forward and pulling out of Legolas grasp. The elf frowned as she moved away and shook his head a few times, realised he was kneeling and stood up quickly. Flungin knelt before the hobbits, who stared at her shocked.
"What is your name, fair hobbit?" She asked, and Merry blushed bright red.
"I… I'm… Er, I'm Meriadoc, m'lady." He said, nervously. The Lady smiled, and took Pippins hand in her own.
"And you?"
"Pip…P…Pippin." The youngest hobbit stammered.
"Join me, Meriadoc and Pippin, and I shall show you delights you have never even dreamed of!" She stood, pulling the hobbits with them, laughing lightly. "Oh." She stopped as her gaze rested on the Things in front of her. Smiling suddenly, she moved forward and slid her arms round Dominic's shoulders. "And who are you?" She asked, coyly.
"Aragorn…" Legolas whispered, but the ranger didn't hear him. He stared, entranced, at the strange elf's beauty. "Aragorn!" Legolas grabbed his arm and dragged him behind the shrubbery. The ranger gasped, then blinked, staring at the elf in front of him blankly.
"Legolas?"
"Finally." Legolas shook his head despairingly. "We must leave here. Now!" Aragorn frowned.
"Why? The lady is no harm to us, and besides, it is dark and there are wild things about."
"Aragorn, don't you see?" Legolas exclaimed. "It is the Authors doing! She has been sent to delay us with her beauty! Even now I'm getting the urge to confess my undying love for her, then tragically die defending her honour!" Aragorn frowned slightly.
"Are you feeling okay, Legolas?" He asked, reaching up to place the palm of his hand on the elf's forehead. "You are not sick, are you?" Legolas growled in frustration.
"Aragorn, are you that blind?!" He snapped, then realized, from the blank look on the man's face, that it would take a little more convincing. "By Elbereth, I'll never live this down." He muttered, then suddenly grabbed the ranger's head and kissed him full on the lips.
Dominic was finding it difficult to concentrate, as Flungin gently stroked his hair and rested her head on his shoulder. The death glares he was receiving from Merry and Pippin were making him nervous. Flungin giggled and leant up to kiss him, when a sudden, loud moan interrupted them. The fellowship turned to stare at the shrubbery, which appeared to be moaning. Curious, Orlando moved from Sam's side, and pulled the leaves back a little, peering through the small gap. He gasped. The rest of the fellowship got even curiouser*, and they wandered round the clearing a little way to see behind said shrubbery.
Legolas was on the floor, with Aragorn practically lying on him. They were too busy kissing to even realise they had an audience. Orlando grinned at Elijah again, who forgot his earlier jealousy and grinned back, reaching out to slide his hand into Orlando's. Merry and Pippin giggled and nudged Sean. Sean was staring in open-mouthed shock, and Billy and Dominic were smirking. Frodo clung to Sam. Flungin frowned.
"Wait... this isn't supposed to happen!" She exclaimed, and the fellowship turned to look at her. Legolas managed to pry Aragorn away from his lips long enough to slide out from under him.
"Pardon?" Aragorn asked, getting his breathing back in control and standing up.
"You... you're all supposed to *love* me!" She yelped, her voice going higher as she stamped her foot angrily.
"Sorry." Legolas shrugged, brushing twigs and leaves from his legs.
"No!" She shrieked, then looked up. "Can't you do something?!" She asked, apparently to no one in particular. There was a pause, and everything suddenly went silent. "Oh come on, you said I could have Dominic!" Dominic gasped and went noticeably paler. The elf rolled her eyes and sighed. "Fine fine... I'll just stick with the hobbits then..." The fellowship looked up, puzzled at who she was talking to.
"She's in league with the Author!" Legolas cried, and all of them except Flungin turned to look at him. "Quick, run!"
Flungin was nearly knocked over in the mad rush that followed. The fellowship grabbed their things and ran into the dark forest surrounding them.
"No! You can't leave!" The elf screamed after them. Pippin and Merry ran past her, and Pippin stuck his tongue out at her on the way. Then ran into Merry, who had suddenly stopped. They landed in a heap on the floor, and looked up in horror at the elf that was looming over them. Merry gulped, and stood up.
"M'lady..." He muttered, wandering forward a few steps. Flungin smiled.
Dominic glanced back, and stopped when he saw Merry and Pippin stood in front of the strange elf.
"Billy, the hobbits!" He called, turning and running back. Billy turned and gasped, then ran after his friend. Dominic reached the entranced hobbits first, and grabbed Pippin, who yelped and struggled in his arms. Billy raced up and grabbed Merry.
"Yoink." He grinned, grabbed the struggling hobbit and ran after Dominic.
The fellowship somehow managed to find each other again, and collapsed exhausted in a small clearing a little further into the forest.
"Well..." Aragorn said, running his hand through his hair, and frowning as his fingers became entangled in it.
"That was strange." Elijah said, looking up at Orlando, as he lay back in the taller mans arms.
"Very." He agreed, tightening his arms round Elijah's waist.
"What was that thing anyway?" Frodo asked, as he tried to stop shaking long enough for Sam to treat the cut on his arm.
"You're hurt..." Sean sounded concerned, but Frodo shrugged it off.
"I fell over."
"That was no elf." Legolas stated, helping Aragorn to get his fingers out of his tangled hair. "That was the Authors doing. No elf is like that." Dominic and Billy glanced down at the two hobbits they were holding, who were fast asleep in their arms. Sam finished treating Frodo's arm, and looked round the group.
"What was all that about, Strider?" The ranger blushed and glanced at Legolas, was staring at the floor.
"It was a distraction." He said, and Legolas nodded wildly. "Yes, a distraction. We had to break the spell *somehow*. Of course, it was Legolas' idea."
"Hey!" The elf exclaimed. "I kissed you *once* to break the spell. It's *you* who wouldn't let go of my hair and insisted on sticking your tongue down my throat." Aragorn blushed.
"Well, anyway, I think it would be best if we never ever talk about this..."
"Strange occurrence?" Orlando suggested.
"Strange occurrence again. Ever."
"I agree." Legolas added, then suddenly realised he still had his hand in Aragorn's hair, and the ranger's fingers were somehow entwined with his own. He pulled his hand back. The rest of the fellowship grinned evilly at them. Aragorn and Legolas looked at each other and sighed. They would never live this down.
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*Curiouser is a word… Honestly. Have u never read/seen Alice in Wonderland? Curiouser and curiouser….