Ch.4 Home at Last
AN: Gabby: Thanx! I know, that's one of my favorite lines (and characters!) Lil dreamer: Thanks for the review! I appreciate it! TokyoGal89: Here's the next chap! Oh, and HE'S MINE!! BUT EVEN IF I CAN GET HIM AWAY FROM YOU, THEN I HAVE TO WRESTLE OVER HIM WITH THE REAL TIFFANY! Waaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!! Freedom-midnight: Thanks for the support! Hey... you have a poster of Legolas? Mind sending it to me... hehehehe... I DON'T HAVE ONE!! Gabriella: Oh, I suppose you can have Frodo... *sighs deeply* The things I do for my reviewers... Maureen: Thankyou! But... this is a little more than a start. It is, sadly, not going to be very long. *weeps uncontrollably* Untitled: Thankyou! *Grins hugely* CrimsonElf: Hey, we're all allowed a little insanity sometimes! ~_* Firsarniel: I do believe that is the nicest review I have ever gotten. I actually started crying. Thankyou!
Tiffany's dad noticed something odd as he drove the three girls home. For once in their entire lives, they were actually quiet. Really quiet. REALLY quiet. Too quiet. He glanced back to find their identical perfectly innocent faces grinning perfectly innocently back at him. Oh dear.
When Tiffany's dad looked away again, the three girls all exchanged evil grins, then looked at Elise's hoodie pocket, which was moving slightly again. Elise leaned over to Tiffany. "I wonder if he can breathe."
"I dunno. I hope so."
Shannon leaned over. "Maybe we should take him out for a bit."
"And risk letting someone else see him and try to steal him from us? NEVER!!! Not a chance!"
"K."
The rest of the ride home was very quiet.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
When they arrived at Tiffany's house, they bolted for Tiffany's room. They hurried in, dodging the glances of Tiffany's crabby and incredibly odd next door neighbour, and slammed the door behind them.
Elise pulled out Legolas and let him tumble on to the bed where he lay gasping for a while.
"Oh, great. We just about suffocated Legolas," commented Shannon.
"At least he's alive!" Elise supplied helpfully.
Tiffany just stared wide-eyed. "Wow. I forgot just how hot he is..."
Elise smacked her. "Forgot? How could you forget? He's LEGOLAS! He's hot! You CAN'T forget how hot he is!" They glanced around Tiffany's room, which was covered with posters of Legolas.
"Yeah, no kidding!" Shannon chimed in. Legolas rolled his eyes. Did these girls HAVE to be so blunt? He knew that he was the best-looking elf in Mirkwood, but what exactly was this "hot"? Yes, it had certainly been hot while he was suffocating in that sweatshirt, but he wasn't very hot any more. They implied that it had something to do with his looks. Hot meant a high temperature! Did they speak another language, maybe?
Legolas' Random Weird Thought Flash That Has Nothing To Do With The Story *Hey, don't I speak Sindarin and Westron? They speak neither but I can still understand them. Hmmmmm. Odd. Whatever.*
Either that or they did speak this language, but they were just weird. Yup, he already knew that.
All of a sudden, Legolas heard Elise talking to him. "Uh, Legolas? Why are your eyes twitching like that?"
"Oh, don't worry. They always do that."
Elise turned to Tiffany and Shannon. "Uh... since when?" she whispered.
Before they could reply, Tiffany's mom opened the door. Legolas went back into the hoodie pocket, much to his chagrin.
"Hi girls! You hungry? I have some cookies here. Mr. Mansel next door sent over some cilantro and oregano from his garden, and I asked him for a recipe I could use them in so here we have... cilantro oregano cookies. I tried one and, well... I thought maybe you could bring some over to him!"
"Cilantro and... oregano? In the same cookie? In a cookie?" Muttered Tiffany to Elise, who nodded vigorously.
"Sure Mom!" said Tiffany, cringing to her friends.
After her mom had left, leaving some of the cookies there, Tiffany flopped back on her bed. "That freak is always working in his garden. So that's what he grows there. weird herb-" She was cut off by the sound of a small explosion from next door. "Oh, great."
Legolas sighed, ignored and in a pocket again. "WAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
AN: *In a hypnotizing voice, shiny object being swung back and forth.* You WILL review. You WILL not flame. Flames DON'T make for happy authors. Unhappy authors ARE scary. But basically, you WILL review. PLEEEEEEASE????????? *falls to ground* Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please?????!!!!! *cough* Anyways...
AN: Gabby: Thanx! I know, that's one of my favorite lines (and characters!) Lil dreamer: Thanks for the review! I appreciate it! TokyoGal89: Here's the next chap! Oh, and HE'S MINE!! BUT EVEN IF I CAN GET HIM AWAY FROM YOU, THEN I HAVE TO WRESTLE OVER HIM WITH THE REAL TIFFANY! Waaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!! Freedom-midnight: Thanks for the support! Hey... you have a poster of Legolas? Mind sending it to me... hehehehe... I DON'T HAVE ONE!! Gabriella: Oh, I suppose you can have Frodo... *sighs deeply* The things I do for my reviewers... Maureen: Thankyou! But... this is a little more than a start. It is, sadly, not going to be very long. *weeps uncontrollably* Untitled: Thankyou! *Grins hugely* CrimsonElf: Hey, we're all allowed a little insanity sometimes! ~_* Firsarniel: I do believe that is the nicest review I have ever gotten. I actually started crying. Thankyou!
Tiffany's dad noticed something odd as he drove the three girls home. For once in their entire lives, they were actually quiet. Really quiet. REALLY quiet. Too quiet. He glanced back to find their identical perfectly innocent faces grinning perfectly innocently back at him. Oh dear.
When Tiffany's dad looked away again, the three girls all exchanged evil grins, then looked at Elise's hoodie pocket, which was moving slightly again. Elise leaned over to Tiffany. "I wonder if he can breathe."
"I dunno. I hope so."
Shannon leaned over. "Maybe we should take him out for a bit."
"And risk letting someone else see him and try to steal him from us? NEVER!!! Not a chance!"
"K."
The rest of the ride home was very quiet.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
When they arrived at Tiffany's house, they bolted for Tiffany's room. They hurried in, dodging the glances of Tiffany's crabby and incredibly odd next door neighbour, and slammed the door behind them.
Elise pulled out Legolas and let him tumble on to the bed where he lay gasping for a while.
"Oh, great. We just about suffocated Legolas," commented Shannon.
"At least he's alive!" Elise supplied helpfully.
Tiffany just stared wide-eyed. "Wow. I forgot just how hot he is..."
Elise smacked her. "Forgot? How could you forget? He's LEGOLAS! He's hot! You CAN'T forget how hot he is!" They glanced around Tiffany's room, which was covered with posters of Legolas.
"Yeah, no kidding!" Shannon chimed in. Legolas rolled his eyes. Did these girls HAVE to be so blunt? He knew that he was the best-looking elf in Mirkwood, but what exactly was this "hot"? Yes, it had certainly been hot while he was suffocating in that sweatshirt, but he wasn't very hot any more. They implied that it had something to do with his looks. Hot meant a high temperature! Did they speak another language, maybe?
Legolas' Random Weird Thought Flash That Has Nothing To Do With The Story *Hey, don't I speak Sindarin and Westron? They speak neither but I can still understand them. Hmmmmm. Odd. Whatever.*
Either that or they did speak this language, but they were just weird. Yup, he already knew that.
All of a sudden, Legolas heard Elise talking to him. "Uh, Legolas? Why are your eyes twitching like that?"
"Oh, don't worry. They always do that."
Elise turned to Tiffany and Shannon. "Uh... since when?" she whispered.
Before they could reply, Tiffany's mom opened the door. Legolas went back into the hoodie pocket, much to his chagrin.
"Hi girls! You hungry? I have some cookies here. Mr. Mansel next door sent over some cilantro and oregano from his garden, and I asked him for a recipe I could use them in so here we have... cilantro oregano cookies. I tried one and, well... I thought maybe you could bring some over to him!"
"Cilantro and... oregano? In the same cookie? In a cookie?" Muttered Tiffany to Elise, who nodded vigorously.
"Sure Mom!" said Tiffany, cringing to her friends.
After her mom had left, leaving some of the cookies there, Tiffany flopped back on her bed. "That freak is always working in his garden. So that's what he grows there. weird herb-" She was cut off by the sound of a small explosion from next door. "Oh, great."
Legolas sighed, ignored and in a pocket again. "WAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
AN: *In a hypnotizing voice, shiny object being swung back and forth.* You WILL review. You WILL not flame. Flames DON'T make for happy authors. Unhappy authors ARE scary. But basically, you WILL review. PLEEEEEEASE????????? *falls to ground* Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please?????!!!!! *cough* Anyways...
