Geeze! Why won't my computer let me update after 6 o'clock? I have chap. 7
ready to post but the damn thing won't let me. I hope you don't hate me for
not givin it to ya. Please forgive me!!!!! It could be worse it could take
me a week to post. Now you aren't so whiny! HA! Um. can't think of anything
eles to say soooooo. Here's the next friggin chapter????
Disclaimer: You know the drill.
Chap. 8: Nothing Like a Little Heart to Heart.
It was the night after Med's fight with Legolas. Everyone was asleep except Legolas. It was his turn to watch. He sat there staring into the fire. Why did she not see how much he loved her. He could give her anything she wanted, but all she wanted was Boromir. That he couldn't give her. And what was all this about him reminding her of Games??? He really didn't know the boy, but if he was like him, then. why did she not like him? Or did he not like her? It was all very confusing and frustrating. Why did women have to be that way? He chucked a rock into the fire.
"Legolas!" whispered a frantic voice behind him. He turned around quickly to see that it was Med.
"Oh, hello," he said very unenthusiastically.
"Oh Leggy, please forgive me, I'm very emotional right now, and." she paused for a minute, "I need your help."
He looked up at the call for help, "What do you need?"
She sat down next to him very gingerly. "Um. you know about women right?" she asked.
"I think so." he slowly whispered.
"Um. you know that thing that happens once every month?" she questioned biting her lip.
"You mean?"
"Uh, huh,"
"Oh my!" (Yeah, Panda a Bakura quote)
"What do I do?!" she asked frantically.
"Do we have any spare cloths?"
"I wouldn't know I am the newest member here," she said agitated.
"Well, help me look for some," he ordered and started to move, but stopped, "It isn't heavy is it?" She just looked at him worriedly, "Alright then."
They searched about the camp as quickly and as quietly as they could. Med could feel herself becoming more and more frantic. They finally found some extra bandages and she went off and fixed herself up. When she returned she sat next to Legolas and leaned against his shoulder.
"What would I do without you?" she asked staring into the fire.
"Find someone else to annoy," the elf smirked. She playfully punched his arm. They play fought for what seemed like an hour, but finally they settled back down and went back to leaning upon each other.
"I'm sorry Legolas," she said sadly.
"It's alright you were just emotional, I understand," he answered.
"Really," she asked looking up at him.
"Really," he said looking down at her and stroking her hair. He put his arm around her shoulder. She closed her eyes. She felt so safe. So loved. She remembered a time she felt this way before.
She sat next to him on the bus. It had been a hectic day. They left for the contest right after school, and they didn't do as well as was expected. She was down cause they hadn't gotten a first division. She leaned back in the seat and separated herself from the rest of her friends. Soon he was next to her. His arm found it's way to her shoulder. She leaned her head on his shoulder. She closed her eyes. She felt so safe. So loved. She came back to reality.
Tears were streaming down her cheeks. She looked up at Legolas.
"What's wrong?" he asked concerned.
"I'm just remembering," she whispered, her voice cracking.
"I really do remind you of him, don't I?" he asked forlornly. She just nodded her head. "I would never hurt you, Med. I wouldn't cause you the pain you are feeling now. I've lived longer than anyone here. Longer than your Games, I know better. I would die before I cause you pain."
"The problem is." she faded away.
"What?" he asked fiercely, "Tell me!"
She looked up into his face, "Games said exactly the same thing." He looked down at her tear-streaked face. She was vulnerable right now. He could take advantage of her. He didn't though. He just looked back towards the fire.
"I'll stop if you wish me to," he whispered, "I'll leave you be and quit loving you. I'll let you go on loving the memory of that boy and Boromir. I'll let you mourn and quit reminding you of him."
"Just don't love me," she sighed, "We can be friends. But I don't want to love you. I don't want to love Boromir either, but I'm drawn to him. I really shouldn't since he's gonna-" she stopped abruptly.
"What? What is it?" he asked.
She stood up quickly and made for her mat, "I really should get to sleep. I've cried on your shoulder long enough."
"Stop," he ordered, she turned to face him, "What is it that you know about him?"
"If I were to tell you it'd ruin everything," she quietly acknowledged and went off to her mat.
The next day they set out for Moria once again. They were about 3 days journey from the gate, so Legolas took it out of his own liberty to teach Med to defend herself.
"You never know what we'll meet down there," he told her handing her a knife smiling. He was pretending that the night before was no big deal, but it was.
"I'm a big girl," she said holding the knife awkwardly. She also pretended the night before was nothing, but it was indeed something.
As the group walked on he showed her how to hold it. When she mastered the grip he instructed her on how to swing it. She practiced by swinging at tree limbs in the way and falling leaves. She giggled almost constantly. She was doing quiet good for a girl, but she saw how much she needed to improve when Legolas used his other knife to also swipe at leaves. They had a contest to see who could hit the most, and you can guess who won.
"Those two have either got it bad for each other or I'm a bucket of ale," remarked Frodo.
"You've got that right, Mister Frodo," agreed Sam.
"No," interrupted Pippin, "I over heard them last night. He confronted her about how he feels about her."
The group stared at him, "AND????" they asked.
"She told him she didn't feel the same way, it seems she has feelings for Boromir and some other boy back where she came from. Evidently Legolas reminds her of the other boy," he said most importantly.
"You know," stated Merry, "You'd never tell, the way she plays around with him and all."
"I bet it's just a friend thing," said Sam looking at the two, "But I've noticed how sometimes she will sit there and stare at him, late at night. I think she doesn't see him, but that other boy Pip mentioned."
"You may be right Sam," answered Frodo following his gaze, "He sure does stare at her a lot."
"I wonder if she notices," wondered Merry.
"Probably not," Pip said sensibly, "With her being all Ga-ga over Boromir, I doubt." The other hobbits all agreed, soon the subject was changed to food.
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So what do ya think??? I'm really surprised how early I started typing tonite. It's only 10:03. I think I may try to finish this story before I leave on Sat. and maybe have a sequel? Whay do you think, tell me, my two loyal reviewers. That would sound depressing if I didn't think it was the best ever. I've never had two reviewers who gave me positive reviews. Thanks guys!!!!! BTW Panda: I don't know if I told you about that flashback, which actually happened. Tell me if I did or not!
Disclaimer: You know the drill.
Chap. 8: Nothing Like a Little Heart to Heart.
It was the night after Med's fight with Legolas. Everyone was asleep except Legolas. It was his turn to watch. He sat there staring into the fire. Why did she not see how much he loved her. He could give her anything she wanted, but all she wanted was Boromir. That he couldn't give her. And what was all this about him reminding her of Games??? He really didn't know the boy, but if he was like him, then. why did she not like him? Or did he not like her? It was all very confusing and frustrating. Why did women have to be that way? He chucked a rock into the fire.
"Legolas!" whispered a frantic voice behind him. He turned around quickly to see that it was Med.
"Oh, hello," he said very unenthusiastically.
"Oh Leggy, please forgive me, I'm very emotional right now, and." she paused for a minute, "I need your help."
He looked up at the call for help, "What do you need?"
She sat down next to him very gingerly. "Um. you know about women right?" she asked.
"I think so." he slowly whispered.
"Um. you know that thing that happens once every month?" she questioned biting her lip.
"You mean?"
"Uh, huh,"
"Oh my!" (Yeah, Panda a Bakura quote)
"What do I do?!" she asked frantically.
"Do we have any spare cloths?"
"I wouldn't know I am the newest member here," she said agitated.
"Well, help me look for some," he ordered and started to move, but stopped, "It isn't heavy is it?" She just looked at him worriedly, "Alright then."
They searched about the camp as quickly and as quietly as they could. Med could feel herself becoming more and more frantic. They finally found some extra bandages and she went off and fixed herself up. When she returned she sat next to Legolas and leaned against his shoulder.
"What would I do without you?" she asked staring into the fire.
"Find someone else to annoy," the elf smirked. She playfully punched his arm. They play fought for what seemed like an hour, but finally they settled back down and went back to leaning upon each other.
"I'm sorry Legolas," she said sadly.
"It's alright you were just emotional, I understand," he answered.
"Really," she asked looking up at him.
"Really," he said looking down at her and stroking her hair. He put his arm around her shoulder. She closed her eyes. She felt so safe. So loved. She remembered a time she felt this way before.
She sat next to him on the bus. It had been a hectic day. They left for the contest right after school, and they didn't do as well as was expected. She was down cause they hadn't gotten a first division. She leaned back in the seat and separated herself from the rest of her friends. Soon he was next to her. His arm found it's way to her shoulder. She leaned her head on his shoulder. She closed her eyes. She felt so safe. So loved. She came back to reality.
Tears were streaming down her cheeks. She looked up at Legolas.
"What's wrong?" he asked concerned.
"I'm just remembering," she whispered, her voice cracking.
"I really do remind you of him, don't I?" he asked forlornly. She just nodded her head. "I would never hurt you, Med. I wouldn't cause you the pain you are feeling now. I've lived longer than anyone here. Longer than your Games, I know better. I would die before I cause you pain."
"The problem is." she faded away.
"What?" he asked fiercely, "Tell me!"
She looked up into his face, "Games said exactly the same thing." He looked down at her tear-streaked face. She was vulnerable right now. He could take advantage of her. He didn't though. He just looked back towards the fire.
"I'll stop if you wish me to," he whispered, "I'll leave you be and quit loving you. I'll let you go on loving the memory of that boy and Boromir. I'll let you mourn and quit reminding you of him."
"Just don't love me," she sighed, "We can be friends. But I don't want to love you. I don't want to love Boromir either, but I'm drawn to him. I really shouldn't since he's gonna-" she stopped abruptly.
"What? What is it?" he asked.
She stood up quickly and made for her mat, "I really should get to sleep. I've cried on your shoulder long enough."
"Stop," he ordered, she turned to face him, "What is it that you know about him?"
"If I were to tell you it'd ruin everything," she quietly acknowledged and went off to her mat.
The next day they set out for Moria once again. They were about 3 days journey from the gate, so Legolas took it out of his own liberty to teach Med to defend herself.
"You never know what we'll meet down there," he told her handing her a knife smiling. He was pretending that the night before was no big deal, but it was.
"I'm a big girl," she said holding the knife awkwardly. She also pretended the night before was nothing, but it was indeed something.
As the group walked on he showed her how to hold it. When she mastered the grip he instructed her on how to swing it. She practiced by swinging at tree limbs in the way and falling leaves. She giggled almost constantly. She was doing quiet good for a girl, but she saw how much she needed to improve when Legolas used his other knife to also swipe at leaves. They had a contest to see who could hit the most, and you can guess who won.
"Those two have either got it bad for each other or I'm a bucket of ale," remarked Frodo.
"You've got that right, Mister Frodo," agreed Sam.
"No," interrupted Pippin, "I over heard them last night. He confronted her about how he feels about her."
The group stared at him, "AND????" they asked.
"She told him she didn't feel the same way, it seems she has feelings for Boromir and some other boy back where she came from. Evidently Legolas reminds her of the other boy," he said most importantly.
"You know," stated Merry, "You'd never tell, the way she plays around with him and all."
"I bet it's just a friend thing," said Sam looking at the two, "But I've noticed how sometimes she will sit there and stare at him, late at night. I think she doesn't see him, but that other boy Pip mentioned."
"You may be right Sam," answered Frodo following his gaze, "He sure does stare at her a lot."
"I wonder if she notices," wondered Merry.
"Probably not," Pip said sensibly, "With her being all Ga-ga over Boromir, I doubt." The other hobbits all agreed, soon the subject was changed to food.
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So what do ya think??? I'm really surprised how early I started typing tonite. It's only 10:03. I think I may try to finish this story before I leave on Sat. and maybe have a sequel? Whay do you think, tell me, my two loyal reviewers. That would sound depressing if I didn't think it was the best ever. I've never had two reviewers who gave me positive reviews. Thanks guys!!!!! BTW Panda: I don't know if I told you about that flashback, which actually happened. Tell me if I did or not!
