Disclaimer: See previous chapters.
Authors Note: I have decided that rabid Orlando Bloom and Johnny Depp fans are scary...there's already over *400* 'Pirates of the Caribbean' FanFictions up on FF.N. I find that very very very VERY scary. I don't know why, but I do. .
Also, my apologies for the slow update. Relatives that have never visited before showed up with their Golden Retriver puppy, and, well, the rest was history. PUPPY!
Anyways, despite the PUPPY, this chapter ended out starting rather angsty. Probably due to the rather angsty playlist I was listening to while writing it. Of course, that was on purpose, so I guess everything worked out right.
Last note: I got bored, and thus, creative. Moreover, I was in a 'No Eyes Needed' mind set. Thus, I bring you - 'No Eyes Needed, Chapter 26: The Movie' Or at least, 'No Eyes Needed, What Chapter 26 Should Have Been: The Movie'. :D It's rather stupid and badly done, but if you want to see it, it can be found here:
http://www24.brinkster.com/thosss/Pictures/NEN.gif
It's rather large, 172KB. If, for some reason, you can't see it, and want to, leave me your e-mail in a review and I'll send it to you.
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-No Eyes Needed-
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-Chapter XXVI-
-The Party...And The Morning After-
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The night was cool and clear, with the stars shining brightly in the sky, the moon naught but a sliver that was slowly making its way across the sky. A light breeze was winding its way through the valley in which Rivendell rested, bringing with it the moisture of the two nearby rivers, as well as a hint of the sea in the far west. It was an idealic evening, to be truthful, and for all in Rivendell, it was a night for singing and dancing, and the telling of tales - whether your hair was its normal colour or not.
For all but one, that is. Aragorn looked sadly down at the Elves as they sang and danced by the bonfire that had been lit when the sun set. He remembered once when he would have joined them, and gladly, with a heart as carefree as theirs. Now, however, he stood on the balcony of his room and watched in sadness, his heart resting heavily inside his chest.
He watched, his sadness growing, as the girl that he'd raised from childhood stumbled and laughed as she was taught the steps of an Elvish dance. Watched as her blood father, who had so quickly replaced him, laughed and corrected her steps, only to pass her off to another elf once he was sure she knew what she was doing. Aragorn watched as his foster daughter swirled around the fire with the new elf, just far enough outside the ring of light that those without well adjusted night vision could not recognize who the pair was, nor see the kisses stolen as they danced. He watched as his brothers by marriage surprised the couple, one sweeping away their foster niece for a dance - and a chat - and the other staying behind to talk with the partner that had been left behind. He watched and listened while several dances flew by, and then watched as his brothers-in-law melted away into the darkness, and his foster daughter returned to the partner she'd been pulled away from.
And as he watched, Aragorn gradually came to realize the truth. He had ridden hard from Minas Tirith after hearing of the Orc attack, fearing the loss of his daughter. But now that he was in Rivendell, he realized that, though he had not lost her to Orcs or to death, he had lost her all the same - to the Elves. With a sigh, he let his thoughts drift from Arda to Aman, where his own foster father now lived, and silently asked Elrond how he had done it. How he had been able to let him go, to find his family, his people, his heritage.
The Valar knew that Aragorn was not sure he could do it. The attachment he had formed to Elisandra was so much stronger than a normal attachment of a father to a child - not only because he had felt the need to protect her because of her sight, but because she had several times saved his life. It was also due to her reminding him of himself when he was younger; a member of one race living amongst those of another.
Aragorn had known that Elisandra was Half-Elven, of course. Elrond had sensed her Elven side when he'd tried to heal her sight, and just before leaving, had pulled Aragorn aside and told him of Elisandra's blood, warning him that she would one day need to be told. As it had turned out, he had to tell her nothing, but neither he nor Elrond had anticipated Elisandra's blood father still being alive. The thought had honestly never occurred to them - both knew that no Elf would knowingly leave their child to the care of others while they still lived, and so they assumed that Elisandra's Elven father was dead. The times they had just come through were hard enough that it was not hard to believe. Here he was, however, alive and well, and stepping into the role of father so easily that one had to wonder if he had not watched over Elisandra her entire life.
And what time of Elisandra's Haldir did not take up, Legolas used the rest. It was becoming rare to see Elisandra anywhere without one of the two Elves. With a disapproving snort, Aragorn sarcastically wondered if Elisandra was alone even when she slept, or if his long-time friend and fellow Walker spent the nights with his foster daughter. Just as soon as the thought came, however, it left with a dejected sigh, as Aragorn realized that what he might think of their relationship was of no matter. He was no longer Elisandra's father - her quick attachment to Haldir, and her refusal to continue calling him 'father', was proof of that. It was up to Haldir to guide Elisandra, now, and he seemed more than happy to encourage her and Legolas.
Though Aragorn wasn't sure if he would do much different. Sure, it would be - was - strange to him to see his foster daughter and his friend together, but he knew what it was like to have a love denied, and if the two truly loved one another - which anyone watching them could tell they did - then he would not stand in their way. It was just strange to him to see his friend, who had known him since his mother first brought him to Rivendell, stealing kisses from a girl he had raised from childhood.
That was the true curse of befriending Elves, Aragorn mused as he watched Elisandra and Legolas melt into the night, talking quietly to each other and heading in the direction of Elisandra's room. It was not the knowledge of knowing that as you grew old and died, your Elven friends would remain the same as they always had. The curse was trying to wrap your mind to a new way of thinking, as immortality turned all ideas of time, age, and propriety upside-down. Thinking on it, Aragorn wondered with amusement why no one had ever heard of an Elf-friend going mad. Certainly he felt like he might be heading in that direction.
At that thought, Aragorn chuckled, and decided that he was thinking far too much. And two twins had once told him that the surest cure for thinking too much was drinking too much. So, with a heart at least ignoring the sadness within it, Aragorn strode out of his room and headed down to the bonfire. Once down there, he grabbed a bottle of Miruvor, then joined Elrohir and Elladan where they sat huddled under a tree, apparently planning a prank. Upon hearing who the victim was to be, Aragorn promptly put in a few suggestions of his own. Those Rivendell elves that noticed the three planning away under the tree shook their heads, already feeling sympathy for their Lord's and the King's victim-to-be.
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The first thing Elisandra was aware of when she woke up was the several Oliphaunts that were dancing around inside her skull. The second thing she became aware of was the disconcerting fact that her pillow seemed to be rising and falling beneath her head in a steady rhythm, which was making the Oliphaunts dance around even more. With a groan she heaved her body away from her pillow, only to come into contact with a nice, soft, and entirely still pillow. The difference between the two made her groggily try to jump start her mind and figure out what was different between the two. She abandoned the idea of trying to think, however, when several dozen Orcs decided to join to Oliphaunts dancing around her skull.
The Orcs were just leaving when Elisandra felt a light touch on her back, and when she started, the Orcs came running back for more fun. Blearily raising a hand to her head, Elisandra groaned again, this time in pain. To her utter annoyance, she heard a chuckle from behind her. She whipped her head around and glared at the offending chuckler before she could think of the consequences. The glare barely had time to settle on a blonde-haired form before pain lanced into her skull, making her feel like her head was on fire. With a whimper, she clutched her head and curled into a ball, her vision darkening at the pain overtook her mind.
Wrapped up in the pain in her head, she didn't feel or see the movement on the bed beside her, nor hear the concerned words said to her. She did, however, hear the soft and soothing words that were said after what seemed to be an eternity of pain, and she felt the slight warmth from two hands pressed on either side of her head. The pain subsided to a more bearable level, and she relaxed, her vision clearing, though it remained vague, fuzzy and confused. After a few more moments, and the vague feeling of someone else moving on the bed, Elisandra felt her head lifted and a glass pressed to her lips. She drank greedily, suddenly realizing she was parched, and as the pain subsided to a dull ache that she was able to ignore, her vision focused and she found herself looking into Legolas' concerned, though still amused, face.
"Hangover?" Legolas asked in a low voice.
"Yes." Elisandra replied sourly, suddenly wishing she had enough energy to pull a pillow over her head to hide Legolas' slightly smirking face.
"Miruvor tends to do that to anyone without an Elvish constitution." he said.
"Then somebody either stop me from drinking it again or get me an Elvish constitution!" Elisandra groaned.
"Mmm, I shall keep that in mind the next time Elladan and Elrohir bring out the Miruvor stores." Legolas said, and then frowned slightly. Elves may not suffer from hangovers like humans, but they still suffered the side effect of a confused memory when they drank too much, and Legolas' memory about last night was definitely confused. The mention of the twins, however, seemed to have triggered something in Legolas' mind. Whatever it was slipped out of the grasp of his mind, however, so with a shrug, he dismissed it.
"Would you care to join me for some breakfast?" Legolas asked, turning his attention back to Elisandra.
"Urg, don't mention food." Elisandra said, making a face, and Legolas chuckled again. "And stop chuckling." Elisandra added in annoyance. Legolas stopped and grinned, instead.
"Very well." he said. "I am, however, hungry, and if you do not wish to join me for breakfast, then I am afraid I shall have to leave you and go find food by myself."
"Fine, just go and stop mentioning food." Elisandra said, looking slightly greenish, and Legolas stifled another chuckle before giving Elisandra a light kiss on the cheek, quickly finding and donning his clothing, then heading out the door. Looking down at his clothes, which had obtained a few wrinkles from spending the night on the floor, Legolas decided it would be best to return to his room and change before finding some breakfast.
Even the mere thought of breakfast set his stomach rumbling, earning himself strange looks from the Elves he passed, so he set his concentration on thinking of anything BUT food. So intent was he on keeping his stomach from growling, in fact, that he neglected his Elvish senses, and thus didn't realize that he was being followed, nor that anyone was waiting for him in his room until he was already several steps inside, the door shut behind him.
"Good morning." Elladan said cheerily as Legolas swallowed, and Elrohir grinned from where he stood beside his twin.
"Good morning." Legolas said warily, looking between the two twins and wondering if he should take the moment to bolt.
"Have a nice sleep?" Aragorn's voice, coming from directly behind Legolas, confirmed the thought that he should bolt. Unfortunately, with Aragorn behind him, and the twins within ready intercepting distance of him if he tried to reach any of the other exits from the room, he had no place to bolt TO. So, instead, he quickly stepped forward and to the side, turning so he could see both the twins and Aragorn.
"Yes, I did." Legolas said, trying to keep his rising fear out of his voice. Aragorn, Elladan and Elrohir all together and being cheery or grinning was not now, nor had ever been, a good thing.
"Hmm, that's a surprise, considering you did not return to your room last night." Elrohir commented, a grin still plastered across his face.
"Unless, perhaps, you have become more accustomed to sleeping in trees than we have been informed of?" Elladan asked, a grin slowly spreading across his face. Legolas shifted his weight from one foot to another, considering how to answer that, then decided that a vague answer and a change of subject were what was needed.
"Perhaps." he said. "Due to my unconventional sleeping spot, however, my clothes have suffered slightly. If you would excuse me, I am in need of a change. Perhaps we can talk later?" With confidence he didn't feel, Legolas strode towards his bedroom door, only to be blocked by Elladan. When he tried to step around, Elladan moved with him. Summoning his courage, he glanced up at the elf blocking his path with annoyance. When he caught sight of the feral grin and almost evil gleam in Elladan's eyes, however, Legolas gulped, and his courage and false confidence melted into a tiny puddle that squirmed its way through a crack in the floor.
"Strange that your clothing has suffered from where you slept considering you did not sleep in your clothing." Elladan said, almost casually, as he continued to look down at Legolas.
"And how would you know whether I spent the night in my clothes or not?" Legolas attempted to retort. It came out rather meekly, however, causing Elladan's feral grin to grow.
"Because if you did not spend the night in your room, you either spent it in a ladies bed, or outside. Since there is no grass, twigs, or other plant matter anywhere on your clothing, you must have spent it with a lady." he said. Wracking his brain, Legolas grabbed at the first thing he could think of to get out of the situation - his higher rank.
"And what if I did? It is no concern of yours." Legolas said, trying to sound haughty.
"Normally, it would not be our concern." Aragorn said from beside Legolas, who inwardly cringed, knowing that while he might be able to pull rank on Elladan or Elrohir, he could not even try to do so with Aragorn.
"However, it has become our concern because of exactly WHICH lady you spent the night with." Elrohir said from Legolas' other side.
"And how would you know which lady I spent the night with?" Legolas asked, swallowing heavily. The two Elf Lords and King of Men just gave Legolas a withering look in response. Legolas attempted a nervous smile, and then found his arms grabbed by Elrohir and Aragorn.
"Come, we have some things to discuss." Elladan said, suddenly cheerful, and Elrohir and Aragorn lifted Legolas by the arms and carried him out after Elladan as the Elf lord made for the west side of Rivendell.
\/---La la la la la...*skips and sings* Legolas is in trooouble! Hee. Please review if you want to find out what the twins and Aragorn are going to do with him!---\/
Authors Note: I have decided that rabid Orlando Bloom and Johnny Depp fans are scary...there's already over *400* 'Pirates of the Caribbean' FanFictions up on FF.N. I find that very very very VERY scary. I don't know why, but I do. .
Also, my apologies for the slow update. Relatives that have never visited before showed up with their Golden Retriver puppy, and, well, the rest was history. PUPPY!
Anyways, despite the PUPPY, this chapter ended out starting rather angsty. Probably due to the rather angsty playlist I was listening to while writing it. Of course, that was on purpose, so I guess everything worked out right.
Last note: I got bored, and thus, creative. Moreover, I was in a 'No Eyes Needed' mind set. Thus, I bring you - 'No Eyes Needed, Chapter 26: The Movie' Or at least, 'No Eyes Needed, What Chapter 26 Should Have Been: The Movie'. :D It's rather stupid and badly done, but if you want to see it, it can be found here:
http://www24.brinkster.com/thosss/Pictures/NEN.gif
It's rather large, 172KB. If, for some reason, you can't see it, and want to, leave me your e-mail in a review and I'll send it to you.
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-No Eyes Needed-
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-Chapter XXVI-
-The Party...And The Morning After-
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The night was cool and clear, with the stars shining brightly in the sky, the moon naught but a sliver that was slowly making its way across the sky. A light breeze was winding its way through the valley in which Rivendell rested, bringing with it the moisture of the two nearby rivers, as well as a hint of the sea in the far west. It was an idealic evening, to be truthful, and for all in Rivendell, it was a night for singing and dancing, and the telling of tales - whether your hair was its normal colour or not.
For all but one, that is. Aragorn looked sadly down at the Elves as they sang and danced by the bonfire that had been lit when the sun set. He remembered once when he would have joined them, and gladly, with a heart as carefree as theirs. Now, however, he stood on the balcony of his room and watched in sadness, his heart resting heavily inside his chest.
He watched, his sadness growing, as the girl that he'd raised from childhood stumbled and laughed as she was taught the steps of an Elvish dance. Watched as her blood father, who had so quickly replaced him, laughed and corrected her steps, only to pass her off to another elf once he was sure she knew what she was doing. Aragorn watched as his foster daughter swirled around the fire with the new elf, just far enough outside the ring of light that those without well adjusted night vision could not recognize who the pair was, nor see the kisses stolen as they danced. He watched as his brothers by marriage surprised the couple, one sweeping away their foster niece for a dance - and a chat - and the other staying behind to talk with the partner that had been left behind. He watched and listened while several dances flew by, and then watched as his brothers-in-law melted away into the darkness, and his foster daughter returned to the partner she'd been pulled away from.
And as he watched, Aragorn gradually came to realize the truth. He had ridden hard from Minas Tirith after hearing of the Orc attack, fearing the loss of his daughter. But now that he was in Rivendell, he realized that, though he had not lost her to Orcs or to death, he had lost her all the same - to the Elves. With a sigh, he let his thoughts drift from Arda to Aman, where his own foster father now lived, and silently asked Elrond how he had done it. How he had been able to let him go, to find his family, his people, his heritage.
The Valar knew that Aragorn was not sure he could do it. The attachment he had formed to Elisandra was so much stronger than a normal attachment of a father to a child - not only because he had felt the need to protect her because of her sight, but because she had several times saved his life. It was also due to her reminding him of himself when he was younger; a member of one race living amongst those of another.
Aragorn had known that Elisandra was Half-Elven, of course. Elrond had sensed her Elven side when he'd tried to heal her sight, and just before leaving, had pulled Aragorn aside and told him of Elisandra's blood, warning him that she would one day need to be told. As it had turned out, he had to tell her nothing, but neither he nor Elrond had anticipated Elisandra's blood father still being alive. The thought had honestly never occurred to them - both knew that no Elf would knowingly leave their child to the care of others while they still lived, and so they assumed that Elisandra's Elven father was dead. The times they had just come through were hard enough that it was not hard to believe. Here he was, however, alive and well, and stepping into the role of father so easily that one had to wonder if he had not watched over Elisandra her entire life.
And what time of Elisandra's Haldir did not take up, Legolas used the rest. It was becoming rare to see Elisandra anywhere without one of the two Elves. With a disapproving snort, Aragorn sarcastically wondered if Elisandra was alone even when she slept, or if his long-time friend and fellow Walker spent the nights with his foster daughter. Just as soon as the thought came, however, it left with a dejected sigh, as Aragorn realized that what he might think of their relationship was of no matter. He was no longer Elisandra's father - her quick attachment to Haldir, and her refusal to continue calling him 'father', was proof of that. It was up to Haldir to guide Elisandra, now, and he seemed more than happy to encourage her and Legolas.
Though Aragorn wasn't sure if he would do much different. Sure, it would be - was - strange to him to see his foster daughter and his friend together, but he knew what it was like to have a love denied, and if the two truly loved one another - which anyone watching them could tell they did - then he would not stand in their way. It was just strange to him to see his friend, who had known him since his mother first brought him to Rivendell, stealing kisses from a girl he had raised from childhood.
That was the true curse of befriending Elves, Aragorn mused as he watched Elisandra and Legolas melt into the night, talking quietly to each other and heading in the direction of Elisandra's room. It was not the knowledge of knowing that as you grew old and died, your Elven friends would remain the same as they always had. The curse was trying to wrap your mind to a new way of thinking, as immortality turned all ideas of time, age, and propriety upside-down. Thinking on it, Aragorn wondered with amusement why no one had ever heard of an Elf-friend going mad. Certainly he felt like he might be heading in that direction.
At that thought, Aragorn chuckled, and decided that he was thinking far too much. And two twins had once told him that the surest cure for thinking too much was drinking too much. So, with a heart at least ignoring the sadness within it, Aragorn strode out of his room and headed down to the bonfire. Once down there, he grabbed a bottle of Miruvor, then joined Elrohir and Elladan where they sat huddled under a tree, apparently planning a prank. Upon hearing who the victim was to be, Aragorn promptly put in a few suggestions of his own. Those Rivendell elves that noticed the three planning away under the tree shook their heads, already feeling sympathy for their Lord's and the King's victim-to-be.
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The first thing Elisandra was aware of when she woke up was the several Oliphaunts that were dancing around inside her skull. The second thing she became aware of was the disconcerting fact that her pillow seemed to be rising and falling beneath her head in a steady rhythm, which was making the Oliphaunts dance around even more. With a groan she heaved her body away from her pillow, only to come into contact with a nice, soft, and entirely still pillow. The difference between the two made her groggily try to jump start her mind and figure out what was different between the two. She abandoned the idea of trying to think, however, when several dozen Orcs decided to join to Oliphaunts dancing around her skull.
The Orcs were just leaving when Elisandra felt a light touch on her back, and when she started, the Orcs came running back for more fun. Blearily raising a hand to her head, Elisandra groaned again, this time in pain. To her utter annoyance, she heard a chuckle from behind her. She whipped her head around and glared at the offending chuckler before she could think of the consequences. The glare barely had time to settle on a blonde-haired form before pain lanced into her skull, making her feel like her head was on fire. With a whimper, she clutched her head and curled into a ball, her vision darkening at the pain overtook her mind.
Wrapped up in the pain in her head, she didn't feel or see the movement on the bed beside her, nor hear the concerned words said to her. She did, however, hear the soft and soothing words that were said after what seemed to be an eternity of pain, and she felt the slight warmth from two hands pressed on either side of her head. The pain subsided to a more bearable level, and she relaxed, her vision clearing, though it remained vague, fuzzy and confused. After a few more moments, and the vague feeling of someone else moving on the bed, Elisandra felt her head lifted and a glass pressed to her lips. She drank greedily, suddenly realizing she was parched, and as the pain subsided to a dull ache that she was able to ignore, her vision focused and she found herself looking into Legolas' concerned, though still amused, face.
"Hangover?" Legolas asked in a low voice.
"Yes." Elisandra replied sourly, suddenly wishing she had enough energy to pull a pillow over her head to hide Legolas' slightly smirking face.
"Miruvor tends to do that to anyone without an Elvish constitution." he said.
"Then somebody either stop me from drinking it again or get me an Elvish constitution!" Elisandra groaned.
"Mmm, I shall keep that in mind the next time Elladan and Elrohir bring out the Miruvor stores." Legolas said, and then frowned slightly. Elves may not suffer from hangovers like humans, but they still suffered the side effect of a confused memory when they drank too much, and Legolas' memory about last night was definitely confused. The mention of the twins, however, seemed to have triggered something in Legolas' mind. Whatever it was slipped out of the grasp of his mind, however, so with a shrug, he dismissed it.
"Would you care to join me for some breakfast?" Legolas asked, turning his attention back to Elisandra.
"Urg, don't mention food." Elisandra said, making a face, and Legolas chuckled again. "And stop chuckling." Elisandra added in annoyance. Legolas stopped and grinned, instead.
"Very well." he said. "I am, however, hungry, and if you do not wish to join me for breakfast, then I am afraid I shall have to leave you and go find food by myself."
"Fine, just go and stop mentioning food." Elisandra said, looking slightly greenish, and Legolas stifled another chuckle before giving Elisandra a light kiss on the cheek, quickly finding and donning his clothing, then heading out the door. Looking down at his clothes, which had obtained a few wrinkles from spending the night on the floor, Legolas decided it would be best to return to his room and change before finding some breakfast.
Even the mere thought of breakfast set his stomach rumbling, earning himself strange looks from the Elves he passed, so he set his concentration on thinking of anything BUT food. So intent was he on keeping his stomach from growling, in fact, that he neglected his Elvish senses, and thus didn't realize that he was being followed, nor that anyone was waiting for him in his room until he was already several steps inside, the door shut behind him.
"Good morning." Elladan said cheerily as Legolas swallowed, and Elrohir grinned from where he stood beside his twin.
"Good morning." Legolas said warily, looking between the two twins and wondering if he should take the moment to bolt.
"Have a nice sleep?" Aragorn's voice, coming from directly behind Legolas, confirmed the thought that he should bolt. Unfortunately, with Aragorn behind him, and the twins within ready intercepting distance of him if he tried to reach any of the other exits from the room, he had no place to bolt TO. So, instead, he quickly stepped forward and to the side, turning so he could see both the twins and Aragorn.
"Yes, I did." Legolas said, trying to keep his rising fear out of his voice. Aragorn, Elladan and Elrohir all together and being cheery or grinning was not now, nor had ever been, a good thing.
"Hmm, that's a surprise, considering you did not return to your room last night." Elrohir commented, a grin still plastered across his face.
"Unless, perhaps, you have become more accustomed to sleeping in trees than we have been informed of?" Elladan asked, a grin slowly spreading across his face. Legolas shifted his weight from one foot to another, considering how to answer that, then decided that a vague answer and a change of subject were what was needed.
"Perhaps." he said. "Due to my unconventional sleeping spot, however, my clothes have suffered slightly. If you would excuse me, I am in need of a change. Perhaps we can talk later?" With confidence he didn't feel, Legolas strode towards his bedroom door, only to be blocked by Elladan. When he tried to step around, Elladan moved with him. Summoning his courage, he glanced up at the elf blocking his path with annoyance. When he caught sight of the feral grin and almost evil gleam in Elladan's eyes, however, Legolas gulped, and his courage and false confidence melted into a tiny puddle that squirmed its way through a crack in the floor.
"Strange that your clothing has suffered from where you slept considering you did not sleep in your clothing." Elladan said, almost casually, as he continued to look down at Legolas.
"And how would you know whether I spent the night in my clothes or not?" Legolas attempted to retort. It came out rather meekly, however, causing Elladan's feral grin to grow.
"Because if you did not spend the night in your room, you either spent it in a ladies bed, or outside. Since there is no grass, twigs, or other plant matter anywhere on your clothing, you must have spent it with a lady." he said. Wracking his brain, Legolas grabbed at the first thing he could think of to get out of the situation - his higher rank.
"And what if I did? It is no concern of yours." Legolas said, trying to sound haughty.
"Normally, it would not be our concern." Aragorn said from beside Legolas, who inwardly cringed, knowing that while he might be able to pull rank on Elladan or Elrohir, he could not even try to do so with Aragorn.
"However, it has become our concern because of exactly WHICH lady you spent the night with." Elrohir said from Legolas' other side.
"And how would you know which lady I spent the night with?" Legolas asked, swallowing heavily. The two Elf Lords and King of Men just gave Legolas a withering look in response. Legolas attempted a nervous smile, and then found his arms grabbed by Elrohir and Aragorn.
"Come, we have some things to discuss." Elladan said, suddenly cheerful, and Elrohir and Aragorn lifted Legolas by the arms and carried him out after Elladan as the Elf lord made for the west side of Rivendell.
\/---La la la la la...*skips and sings* Legolas is in trooouble! Hee. Please review if you want to find out what the twins and Aragorn are going to do with him!---\/