Okay people... I know Aniron is great, but review my chapters too!
*Elerian's POV*
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Chapter 4. Interesting Comments
I was still admiring my beautiful, wonderful, amazing ears when Aniron burst into our suite, gasping for breath. After slamming the door behind her she began jumping up and down and practically shrieking some incoherent psychobabble in my *perfect* ear, grinning like a jack-o-lantern. I tried to calm her down, but it was to no avail. "Aniron, SHUT UP!" I shrieked, silencing her. "Whatever it is, calm down and speak sssssssslllllllllllllllooooowwwwwwwlllllllyyyyyy," I said rubbing my gorgeous ears in pain.
"Aragorninvitedustothecounciland...." She said in one breath, still jumping up and down. "Slower!" I instructed my obviously overexcited friend, "And STOP jumping" She stopped jumping immediately, but continued grinning like a maniac. "Okay. *Deep breath* Aragorn invited us to the council, and on the way back he kissed me!" My mouth dropped open and as I was about to make a crack about her psychological disorder that caused her to see visions like this, the door to our suite burst open without even a knock.
It was Legolas. My mouth remained wide open until Aniron looked at me pointedly and I realized who was here. But Legolas was too busy with his tirade at Aniron to notice my stares, and I was to busy staring to yell at him for not knocking. Or was I just purposely not yelling at him because of his perfection? Good question, but back to the story. "Aniron, what do you think you were doing? Arwen has pledged her immortality to Aragorn, and you're standing there with your tongue down his throat!? Just because you fell out of the sky doesn't randomly give you the right to go around kissing any person you feel like! Besides, what do you think Arwen will do to you over this little incident?" Aniron stared at him for a brief moment, then began to laugh. "Like Arwench could actually do anything to me! I never knew you had such a great sense of humor," she gasped out between hysterical fits of laughter. Legolas glared at her, then sighed heavily and turned to leave. Finally he seemed to notice my presence, and his eyes went just a bit wider than they had been during his little... lecture.
While Aniron had been out getting our invitation, I had found a room full of Elvish attire and had changed into a flowing, perfectly fitted gown of emerald velvet from my dirt-stained jeans and t-shirt. After a few moments, Aniron cleared her throat loudly, reviving Legolas from his momentary lapse in consciousness. He quickly expressed his approval of my dressing in the provided clothing, suggested that Aniron do the same, and excused himself from the suite.
"I think he liked your dress, Elerian. Almost as much as Aragorn likes my outfit," AnĂron commented. "Oh shut up. Anyway, what happened while you were out? I got that we are now officially invited to the council, but I missed the part that led to Legolas' little hissy fit. (I don't know how the most perfect being on the entire planet can have a hissy fit. Don't ask.) "Okay, well I went out to talk to Elrond and Aragorn, right? Well I got us an invitation to the council, and on the way back Aragorn was commenting on the fact that I should probably dress like other Elven maidens, and I asked if he had a problem with my current outfit. Well he definitely didn't, because he kissed me!!!"
I had to think about that for a minute. Obviously, that was a good thing, but why would he just ignore the fact that Arwen had given up her immortality for him? That was definitely a question for times when I just happen to be lying awake at two in the morning. Since it wasn't two in the morning, I changed the subject. "You should go in the room just off the bathroom and pick out a dress. I saw a pretty blue silk one that will look really good with your blonde hair. And most of then should fit. It's like somebody knew we were coming." With that, she took off to make herself beautiful.
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Hmmmmm, wonder what the council will bring? Tag, you're it Aniron.
