~Chapter Five (Legolas)~

My first impression as I walked in the door was that Rebecca's home was bigger than Holly's. I wondered if I could feel as at home here. It seemed tidy enough, but I missed the trees. At least Holly lived next to trees. Still, it was homey, and it was where I was going to be staying for the night.
Most importantly, it was where Rebecca was staying. She was so pretty, with long brown hair, and baby blue eyes that one could lose oneself in. She had a quick smile that made my heart melt, as well as an easy manner that always made you comfortable, no matter what. And I was slowly but surely falling for her.
Unlike Frodo, I wasn't dense enough to tell her how I felt. I still couldn't believe that that half-wit had told Holly how he felt about her. He told her, and she turned him down. Why shouldn't the fair Rebecca do the same to me?
'Hey guys,' she said, interrupting my thoughts. 'Hey Holly, what's up?'
'Meh, not much. You?'
'Nothing, nada, zilch, you know, the usual.'
'I see. Well thanks for taking the fellowship for the night.'
'No problem. Are you guys coming in or not?'
We all stepped inside and found a place to sit.
'Hello Rebecca,' I hoped I didn't sound as nervous as I felt at that particular moment.
'Hey Legolas,' she said with a grin.
'Wimp,' I heard Frodo mutter under his breath.
'I heard that,' I said, winning a giggle from Rebecca. 'Rebecca, where is your washroom?'
'You can call me Becky if you want, and it's down the hall on the right. You can't miss it.' She said.
'Thanks Re- Becky.' I corrected myself.
I turned down the hall and quickly located the washroom. Before I left, I practiced what I hoped were a few charming smiles, and smoothed my hair back.
As I walked back down the hall, I heard some rushed whispering.
'What am I going to do? You know how I get when I'm nervous.'
'Then don't be nervous, it's only Legolas.'
'How can I not be? I'm sure that it shows. He's going to notice, and I'm sure he's taken. I just hope he can't hear us, but then again, we're being pretty quiet. He's so hot!' she added as an afterthought.
I wondered at this. I had heard lots of girls at the school say that certain guys were 'hot', but I had yet to figure out what it meant.
I stepped forward so that they would know that I was there. 'Holly,' I asked, 'what does "hot" mean?'
'Um,' she started, 'it means cute or good-looking.'
'Oh, I see.'
Rebecca had quickly turned several shades of pink and was now approaching scarlet.
'It's just that I heard quite a few girls at your school talking about 'hot' boys. I was wondering if they meant temperature or what.'
Holly stared laughing, and I soon joined in, as Rebecca was grinning too.

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Sherrie's was a small comfortable establishment. It had a good aura, and made one relax and enjoy oneself. But I couldn't relax quite as easily as the others seemed to be able to. There were many groups of people chattering and I could hear most of what they were saying. My ears were starting to ring.
Gimli was sitting up by the bar with a couple of men. It seemed that the men were acting rather strangely towards him.
'What a pair of flamers,' Rebecca said, giggling.
'A pair of what?' I asked, more than a little confused.
'Flamers. Gay guys,' she said. I must have still looked confused because she went on to explain that they were men that were physically attracted to other men.
'That's absolutely repulsive!' I exclaimed, 'and they're coming on to Gimli.'
'I know, it's great.' She laughed.
'I don't think it's very funny,' I muttered.
'Come on, let's go outside for a while. The noise is making you unbearably grumpy.'
'Alright,' I said.
I offered her my arm and led her towards the door. Once outside, Rebecca pulled her jacket closed to ward off the cold. So I put my arm around her shoulders to lend her some of my body heat.
'Thanks,' she said quietly.
We started walking back towards her house and had gotten about half way there, when it started raining. We ran for cover in a small garden shed. The sound of the rain on the roof of the shed was a dull roar in the back of my mind. Rebecca was in the front, as she generally was. It was to my good fortune that I was alone in a shed with her.
'It's kind of cozy in here,' she commented.
'Quite,' I said.
It seemed that there was no end in sight to my luck. The shed was small enough that the lovely Rebecca was practically sitting in my lap. To make things more comfortable, I shifted so that my arm was around her again.
She turned and looked at me with those big blue eyes, and I nearly drowned in them. She looked beautiful, despite the fact that she was soaking wet, and her hair was plastered to the sides of her face.
'You look absolutely beautiful Rebecca,' I said before I could stop myself.
'No I don't. Don't be a liar, it's not like you.'
'You honestly believe that, don't you?'
'No, I know it. I always have, and I don't mind it anymore.'
'How can you say that? You are the most beautiful girl that I have seen in a long, long time.'
'Then you must have been living in a cave. Either that, or this trip has effected your otherwise amazing eyesight.'
I had to chuckle at that. She had a great sense of humor.
'No, but I do know that when I'm around you, I don't see anyone else.' What was I doing? I was turning into Frodo, but I couldn't stop myself.
Before she could reply, my mouth was on hers and my hands were in her hair. My senses were filled with her. I could taste her mouth, feel her body against mine. I could smell her scent; she smelled faintly like strawberries, but you had to get pretty close to catch it. I could see the shock on her face, as well as contentment, and I could hear her heartbeat quicken.
Slowly, I drew away and looked at the ground. 'I'm sorry,' I said.