As usual, when Joari woke up, it was already night. Or should I say midnight? She stared up, her mind totally blank. So wassup? she deliberately used slang, hoping to annoy the 'voice in her head'. Gandolf and Elrond have ensured that you'll be sticking around, and that you'll be receiving some form of protection –Not only physical, but for your identity as well. It was obvious that her little payback had fallen flat. Oh, they'll be curious as to how much time they'll have. Tell them five. Five what? Years of course. Haven't you been listening? Hey! That was uncalled for! Speaking of which, couldn't you have given just a little warning before showing yourself outta my bod? I could've died! The gave a dry chuckle voice, You won't be dying that easily. Don't worry, it won't happen for some time. What do you mean? She demanded, apprehensive. I hate it when you go cryptic Well, I just won't be around you for a while. I won't be needed. But… So till next time, au revior.
"Whatever," she said, frustrated. "I'm starved."
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She quietly went out of her room, treading lightly so that her footfalls would not be heard. Lemme see if I can remember how to get to the kitchen… In no time, she was stranded in one of the hallways.
Damn, but she couldn't blame herself. Afterall, she'd never really explored the place all by herself, and tempting as the thought may be to do so now, her stomach was growling for other plans to be made. There was no help for it: she had to retrace her steps and seek assistance. Fast. When she had done so, she was standing outside Legolas' door. Maybe I should try Gimli, she thought. Pragmatically, she ruled out Aragorn or Arwen to go to for help, should they be busy. (A/N: Night activities… normal to her mind) and went for the elven prince. But what if he was *busy* as well? She thought about the beautiful maidens at the ball, before shaking her head. Nope, I must have faith in the impossible virtues of the elf people, like keeping stuff like that for after marriage/engagement/etc. Holding that thought, she went in.
Now we may not have been surprised by that. Joari was definitely not surprised by that. But Legolas had the shock of his life when he heard her step beside the bed. He instantly grabbed a dagger from under his pillow and turned to face his enemy… or should we say, Joari. Needless to say, it wasn't exactly the welcome she expected, then again what can one expect at the wee hours of morn? She froze, waiting for him to recognize her. As soon as he did, he immediately sheathed the dagger. "Hey there James Bond, I was just hoping to go out for a midnight snack with you. You can bring the dagger along if you want, to cut the cheese or something," she said, gaving a small laugh.
Legolas was in conflict. He didn't know whether he should A) be horrified at the fact he'd almost attacked a lady. B) be horrified at the fact he'd almost attacked Joari C) be scandalized that she was in his room again. Or the infamous D) be GLAD that she was with him again. It didn't take long for him to choose.
"I would be glad to join you, Lady Joari. But why did you call me 'James Bond'?" "Oh, he's this spy in my world that sleeps with a gun under his pillow. Can we go now? I'm hungggggrrrrrryyyyy." She whined like a little kid, eliciting a smile. "Let me change, then we can go." "Change? What's wrong with you now?" Joari thought he looked alright. Hell, she thought everything looked alright. Afterall, a dress was a dress and a tunic a tunic right?
Evidently not.
"It's alright Legolas, you don't have to change." It may have been alright with her, but Legolas knew he had an appearance to keep. Even saving Middle Earth didn't give the Prince of Mirkwood the license to dress down in public. Especially in the presence of a female. But how was he going to explain that to the impatient lass in front of him? Simple. Don't. "I'm going to change. Now." And with that, he took a step towards the wardrobe with the motion of taking off his top.
Joari didn't know whether she should go "EEEEeeee" from embarrassment like some… well, typical female of Middle Earth, (well, in Rome, do as the Romans do right?) or whether she should go "AAArrrggg" from, well a frustrated tummy and just being herself. Whichever, she made a fast getaway through the doors. Leaning against a wall, she sat down and proceeded to stone till Legolas finally appeared.
After Joari had demolished the food that Legolas had found for her at the kitchen, the both of them just… basically, said nothing. She suddenly reached forward and hugged him. Not for any particular reason, it was just a notion that entered her mind. How huggable was Legolas? After regaining his balance, (A/N: don't you feel off balanced sometimes when a person suddenly hugs you?), Legolas hugged her back too, his cheeks just on the verge of blushing. The hug was warm, nice, and they fitted each other perfectly. It didn't last more than 5 seconds. "Wanna talk?" Joari asked. "Sure." "Let's go back to your room then." She stood up, like it was all decided. Legolas felt a little off, but there was nothing wrong with what she suggested, and he didn't really feel inclined to resist.
Joari was somewhat in a slumber party mood, so straight away she headed for the bed with the intention of bouncing on it. It didn't take long for her to realize that to do so in a dress with a guy in the room would equal to awkwardness on both their parts. So she reined herself in, and contented herself to settle on it comfortably. Legolas joined her in a moment, and they sat, propped on pillows, on the bed. "So what's next? What can I do?" Joari asked. Legolas thought for a while. "You could learn skills that you're interested in, like sewing, cooking if you like. You could ask Araya," He grinned, thinking about earlier. "Hmph. Stop grinning about that. I still can't see what's so funny about it. Sewing?" she grimaced, "I don't think so. I've done poetry. What I'm interested in is using the bow and arrows, swordsmanship, kinda things. Also, I think I'll go and find out more about the lore stuff… you know, the thing that Trester is in? Maybe we could study together!" She leaned back again, not noticing Legolas tight smile at her mention of Trester. "What about you, Legolas? Do you have anything on? Then maybe you could be my tutor! Won't that be great?" "I'll do my best. But I'm afraid I'll have to stop at the wedding." "Huh? Why?"
"I'll be going back to Mirkwood."
"I see." Like, what was I expecting? He isn't a prince for nothing! Duh! She leaned a little on his shoulder, and yet again, there was nothing. But it was the comfortable silence of two people enjoying each other's presence, so it wasn't bad. Then Joari got up. "I guess I'd better go. Don't want you and me both to have dark circles under our eyes." Before he could react, she was already at the door. "So I guess I'll be seeing you later." She said, waving, before going out. Legolas felt a little empty when she left, but fell asleep a few minutes later, taking her advice. When Joari got back, she took out her backpack and dug around, before taking out a black notebook. Turning to a page she wrote:
How huggable is Legolas?
Ans: VERY.
Grinning, she closed the book and put it back in her pack, before snuggling up in bed, and abandoning her mind to whatever may come.
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As usual, Read and Review please :D is it good bad or confused????? Manz, did this while study for Chinese test. :S hmmm… something just occurred to me… do you think that elves, instead of sleeping, stone instead thus elves are known for sleeping with their eyes open???
