Bleed for Me
By Siren
Hey guys! Thanks for the reviews. So, how will Legolas prove to me that he isn't boring? And just to warn you, this isn't going to be a Legolas romance. I thought about it, but I've decided to let Lily have the elf. There will be romance in this though. (Evil grin.) Anyway, on with the story! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"A clothing shop. You took me to a clothing shop?"
I look at the door to the 'garment shop' that Legolas has taken me to. Is he serious? Why the hell would he take me here? "You know, this is unusual but it doesn't prove that you're not boring. It just proves that you're strange." I look at the elf beside me, one eyebrow lifted. He simply smiles and opens the door for me. "Just be patient," he says and leads me inside. There are various she-elves running about, measuring fabrics and sewing. It's like a fancy sweat shop.
"Prince Legolas, whatever are you doing here?" a high-pitched voice chimes in behind us. I turn to see a prissy blonde she-elf looking at Legolas with stars in her eyes. Oh great, just what I need. "I never expected to find royalty in this clothing store." "Did you check the back? Usually the store owner keeps a prince or two in stock," I sneer. I can't help it; she left herself open to it. She glares at me before returning her gaze to the prince next to me. "My, what a charming young servant you have." My eyes flash. Servant?
I open my mouth to retort, but Legolas cuts me off. "She is not my servant. She is a guest of Elrond, and I am showing her the beauty of Rivendell." The she-elf looks at me in surprise. "It has been long since lord Elrond has had human guests. Tell me mortal, where do you hail from?" I pale a bit. What should I say? "I hail from Gondor milady," I lie. I ignore Legolas's surprised look and attempt a bow. When in doubt, lie about where you're from. The she-elf looks me over and lifts an eyebrow. "Well, Gondor always did have strange women." Okay, this chick is getting on my last nerve.
"Forgive me my lord, but I must be going. Perhaps I will see you at the banquet tomorrow night?" Legolas nods and the she-elf flashes a bright smile. Throwing me a death glare, she turns and leaves. Good riddance! "Banquet?" Legolas smiles and starts to walk over to a rack of dresses. "My birthday is tomorrow," he explains. I grin a bit. "Really? How old are you going to be?" "Two thousand nine hundred and thirty eight years old." Okay, I knew he was old, but that's just...wow. "Cool. I'll be seventeen in October, but no matter what I'll always have the maturity of a five year old," I say with a smile.
Legolas picks up a dress and studies the length. "I don't think that pink is your color," I say, trying to stifle a laugh. The elf glares at me and holds the dress up to my shoulders. "Um, what do you think you're doing?" I ask. Please don't say that dress is for me. Please, please, please! "I don't think pink is your color either," he says with a smirk. "And dresses aren't for me either," I growl. The elf rolls his eyes and puts the dress back. "You are a female and females must wear dresses."
I pick up a blue dress and hold it up to him, mimicking his earlier movements. "I'll wear a dress when you do," I say with a bright smile. There. Now I'll never have to wear a dress. Legolas stares at me for a second before a smile slowly spreads across his face. Oh no, he can't possibly be considering it. No way. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Oh my God.
Legolas Greenleaf is wearing a dress.
I stare at the elf in front of me, mouth gaping and eyes popping out of my head. The blonde elf prince of Mirkwood is wearing a dress. "Oh....my...God." Legolas puts one hand on his hip, and holds a dress out to me with the other. "I believe you'll be trying this on," he says with a smirk. I nod and take the dress without complaint. "You have no shame," I say, and walk into a dressing room. It's more like a room with a curtain for a door.
I take off the tunic and pants, and slip on the dress. It's an off the shoulder, deep red and gold dress. It's gorgeous actually and much more comfortable than the other dresses I wore. The dress is sleeveless, so it won't be too hot and stifling. All in all, it's perfect. Magnificent even. "Are you dressed yet?" I cross my arms over my chest. "I'm not coming out," I reply. He may have gotten me to wear the gown, but that doesn't mean other people have to see me in it. "Come out before I come in," he warns. "Nuh-uh. I'll come out when Mordor is filled with Orcs that hug bunnies."
I hear a deep sigh, and smile. Maybe he's given up. Just than, a hand pulls the curtain aside and grabs my arm. I let out a yelp as I'm yanked out of the dressing room, and right in front of Legolas. Feeling self- conscious, I wrap my arms around myself and try to back up into the dressing room. Legolas grips my arm, preventing any escape. "Evil elf," I mutter, refusing to look at him. "You look fine," he assures me. "The dress is perfect for your hair." Relaxing a bit, I look up at him. He's changed out of the dress and into his tunic and pants. Darn, I was just getting used to that pink ensemble.
"Where's your dress?" I ask. He grins and lets me go. "It was too binding for me." I laugh and glance down at the gown. "I guess it's okay," I admit. I see Legolas grinning triumphantly and plaster a frown on my face. "I said it's okay, but I'd much rather be wearing a nice pair of pants. Can I change now?" Legolas nods, still grinning with a glint in his eye. I hurry into the dressing room and change back into my original clothes. Carrying the dress, I walk back out and make my way over to the tunics.
"What are you doing?" he asks. Hm, blue looks nice on him. "You picked out my dress, so I'm picking out your clothes," I say. Hm, silver would really look good on him. Dark green is way too harsh for his fair complexion. He needs something light. "What makes you think that I'll wear whatever you pick?" I pick up a light silver tunic and black pants. Hm...no, they clash too much. I put the pants down and pick up a pair of silver breeches. Much better.
"You'll wear what I tell you to because I'm a fashion genius. Besides, it's only fair oh blonde one." I shove the clothes into his arms and shove him into the dressing room. "Put those on and model them for me." He opens his mouth to protest, but I quickly close the curtain. After a few moments, I hear clothes ruffling. I won't peek. I won't peek. Oh hell, of course I'll peek! Holding my breath, I look through a small space that the curtain left. Whoa. Okay, that is just, wow.
That is the hottest body I have ever seen. Good God in heaven, he is built. Quickly averting my eyes, I try to control myself. 'I will not ravage the elf,' I tell myself. Well, not with witnesses around anyway. "Are you done yet?" I ask, my voice cracking a bit. Hey, you'd be speechless too if you saw what I did. I see him move to pull the curtain aside and quickly grab a scarf and drop it on the ground. He steps out, and I smile. "Damn. Um, can you pick that up?" He nods and bends down. Tilting my head, I grin. That is a great ass.
He picks it up and puts it back on a shelf. "Okay, model for me." He frowns. "How?" I shrug. "Strike a pose." Legolas shakes his head and turns back to the dressing room. "Fine then. Be mister dull, I don't care." He tenses, and turns around. "I am not dull," he says and strikes a pose. Oh I am GOOD. I smile and watch him strut his stuff. "Oh yeah, you look great. And by the way, you're a great model," I say. He blushes, and retreats to the dressing room.
-See elf naked: Check
-See elf's ass: Check
-See elf model: Check
Yes, today has been a very good day so far. He emerges from the room, dressed in his normal garb. We walk over to the store owner, and he pays for the clothes. Glancing out the window, I almost fall over. It couldn't be! There's no way! I could've sworn that I just saw my two best friends. But how? "Legolas, I'll be right back," I say, and take off. If he called after me, I'll never know. I take off into the streets, looking for the blonde and brunette. "Sapphire! Star!" I yell. (A.N.-HI GUYS! Yes, you're in this too!)
I finally spot them near a house and run towards them. "Sapph! Star!" They turn towards me, and I screech to a stop. It's them alright, but they're different. They're...elves. "Sapph? Star?" They frown and glance at each other. "Pardon? We don't know of this 'Sapph' or 'Star'. My name is Astaider," says the Sapphire look alike. "And this is Hodoer," she says, gesturing to the Star look alike. (A.N.- Astaider means 'valiant one' and Hodoer means 'wise one'. I thought the names fit you two perfectly!)
I nod my head. "Oh, I'm sorry. You two just look a lot like my friends. I'm Siren," I say. They smile warmly. "Hello Siren. Are you new to Rivendell?" I nod and put my hands in my pockets. "Yeah. I just got here a few days ago." "Are you attending the banquet tomorrow?" Hodoer asks. "Yeah. Are you two going?" They nod. "Maybe I'll see you two there. Are you doing anything until then?" I ask. Hodoer shakes her head. "No, we were just enjoying a walk, and than we were going for some tea. Would you like to join us?" I grin. "Sure." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Nice house."
Hodoer puts their belongings away while Astaider takes out the teakettle and cups. Opening a cabinet, I see a bottle of what looks like wine. "What's this?" I ask and take the bottle out. Hodoer glances over at me. "That's whiskey. We don't particularly like it. It's used mainly as a sedative for the wounded." I nod and try to read the label. Damn elvish script. "Right. So you two wouldn't like to have some?" Astaider pokes her head out of the kitchen. "It would be a shame to let it go to waste. Let's have a little." I grin at her. "That's the spirit."
4 Hours and many glasses later...
"Wait a moment, so Legolas Greenleaf saw you naked?"
I nod, my head fuzzy and spinning. Hodoer and Astaider look at each other before bursting into laughter. I snort and start giggling. I have officially gotten two elves and myself drunk. I believe this is a great accomplishment. "It's okay though, 'cause I saw him naked today," I say and take another swig from the bottle. Astaider laughs and a spray of whiskey escapes her mouth, causing a chain reaction of hysterical laughter. "What did he look like?" the blonde elf asks, eyes wide.
I grin mischievously, and lean towards them. "Let's just say that the prince is very well endowed," I whisper. Hodoer and Astaider look at each other before falling over each other laughing. "Plus he has an ass like granite. There should be a monument dedicated just to his ass. I mean, I've never seen an ass as great as his. I mean, his is an ass that's just...I mean, what an ass!" Hodoer and Astaider are shaking with laughter, tears in their eyes. "You are shameless!" Hodoer shrieks and takes the bottle away from me.
"Of course I'm shameless! Who ever had fun being shameful? I'll tell you who." I wag a finger. "Nobody, that's who!" I snatch the bottle away from Hodoer and take another swig. Astaider stands up, swaying a bit. "I think you've had enough to drink. I'm cuttin' you off," she slurs and reaches for the bottle. I pull it out of her reach and she topples over the chair and into an undignified heap. Hodoer and I burst into laughter, clutching our stomachs.
A knock at the door interrupts our laughter. Hodoer stands up and answers it. I hear some mumbled words, and look at Astaider who's giggling on the floor. "Siren, Legolas is here!" I pout and shrink back into the chair. "I don't wanna go home yet! I like it here!"
"Siren, it's time to go."
I look up to see the blonde elf prince looking down at me. I hold the bottle to me and stick out my lower lip. Legolas shakes his head. "That won't work with me. Now get up, it's time to go." I roll my eyes and hand the bottle to Hodoer. "I'll see you guys at the party!" I yell and stumble out of their house. I try not to trip over my feet, which is difficult since the world won't stop moving. "Why won't this road stay still? How are people supposed to walk on a moving road? It's impossible!"
I feel someone pick me up, and I see that it's Legolas. "You've managed to get yourself very drunk," he says with a hint of amusement. I snort and lean my head back. "You really need to lighten up. Live a lil'!" I slur. "Right. Do you have any idea how worried I was? You just ran off into Rivendell. I spent the past four hours searching for you, only to find you and two elves drunk. I do believe that a five year old would have more sense than that."
"You're no fun. Although you did wear a dress today." I slap him on the arm. "I deem you un-dull!" I yell and burst into giggles. He sighs, but smiles a bit. "I'm glad to see that one good thing came out of this." I start to smile but a wave of nausea washes over me.
"Legolas?"
"Yes?"
"I'm gonna puke."
"I'll put you down, just wait a moment---"
"..."
"By the valar, how much did you drink?"
"...sorry."
2 Be Continued
By Siren
Hey guys! Thanks for the reviews. So, how will Legolas prove to me that he isn't boring? And just to warn you, this isn't going to be a Legolas romance. I thought about it, but I've decided to let Lily have the elf. There will be romance in this though. (Evil grin.) Anyway, on with the story! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"A clothing shop. You took me to a clothing shop?"
I look at the door to the 'garment shop' that Legolas has taken me to. Is he serious? Why the hell would he take me here? "You know, this is unusual but it doesn't prove that you're not boring. It just proves that you're strange." I look at the elf beside me, one eyebrow lifted. He simply smiles and opens the door for me. "Just be patient," he says and leads me inside. There are various she-elves running about, measuring fabrics and sewing. It's like a fancy sweat shop.
"Prince Legolas, whatever are you doing here?" a high-pitched voice chimes in behind us. I turn to see a prissy blonde she-elf looking at Legolas with stars in her eyes. Oh great, just what I need. "I never expected to find royalty in this clothing store." "Did you check the back? Usually the store owner keeps a prince or two in stock," I sneer. I can't help it; she left herself open to it. She glares at me before returning her gaze to the prince next to me. "My, what a charming young servant you have." My eyes flash. Servant?
I open my mouth to retort, but Legolas cuts me off. "She is not my servant. She is a guest of Elrond, and I am showing her the beauty of Rivendell." The she-elf looks at me in surprise. "It has been long since lord Elrond has had human guests. Tell me mortal, where do you hail from?" I pale a bit. What should I say? "I hail from Gondor milady," I lie. I ignore Legolas's surprised look and attempt a bow. When in doubt, lie about where you're from. The she-elf looks me over and lifts an eyebrow. "Well, Gondor always did have strange women." Okay, this chick is getting on my last nerve.
"Forgive me my lord, but I must be going. Perhaps I will see you at the banquet tomorrow night?" Legolas nods and the she-elf flashes a bright smile. Throwing me a death glare, she turns and leaves. Good riddance! "Banquet?" Legolas smiles and starts to walk over to a rack of dresses. "My birthday is tomorrow," he explains. I grin a bit. "Really? How old are you going to be?" "Two thousand nine hundred and thirty eight years old." Okay, I knew he was old, but that's just...wow. "Cool. I'll be seventeen in October, but no matter what I'll always have the maturity of a five year old," I say with a smile.
Legolas picks up a dress and studies the length. "I don't think that pink is your color," I say, trying to stifle a laugh. The elf glares at me and holds the dress up to my shoulders. "Um, what do you think you're doing?" I ask. Please don't say that dress is for me. Please, please, please! "I don't think pink is your color either," he says with a smirk. "And dresses aren't for me either," I growl. The elf rolls his eyes and puts the dress back. "You are a female and females must wear dresses."
I pick up a blue dress and hold it up to him, mimicking his earlier movements. "I'll wear a dress when you do," I say with a bright smile. There. Now I'll never have to wear a dress. Legolas stares at me for a second before a smile slowly spreads across his face. Oh no, he can't possibly be considering it. No way. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Oh my God.
Legolas Greenleaf is wearing a dress.
I stare at the elf in front of me, mouth gaping and eyes popping out of my head. The blonde elf prince of Mirkwood is wearing a dress. "Oh....my...God." Legolas puts one hand on his hip, and holds a dress out to me with the other. "I believe you'll be trying this on," he says with a smirk. I nod and take the dress without complaint. "You have no shame," I say, and walk into a dressing room. It's more like a room with a curtain for a door.
I take off the tunic and pants, and slip on the dress. It's an off the shoulder, deep red and gold dress. It's gorgeous actually and much more comfortable than the other dresses I wore. The dress is sleeveless, so it won't be too hot and stifling. All in all, it's perfect. Magnificent even. "Are you dressed yet?" I cross my arms over my chest. "I'm not coming out," I reply. He may have gotten me to wear the gown, but that doesn't mean other people have to see me in it. "Come out before I come in," he warns. "Nuh-uh. I'll come out when Mordor is filled with Orcs that hug bunnies."
I hear a deep sigh, and smile. Maybe he's given up. Just than, a hand pulls the curtain aside and grabs my arm. I let out a yelp as I'm yanked out of the dressing room, and right in front of Legolas. Feeling self- conscious, I wrap my arms around myself and try to back up into the dressing room. Legolas grips my arm, preventing any escape. "Evil elf," I mutter, refusing to look at him. "You look fine," he assures me. "The dress is perfect for your hair." Relaxing a bit, I look up at him. He's changed out of the dress and into his tunic and pants. Darn, I was just getting used to that pink ensemble.
"Where's your dress?" I ask. He grins and lets me go. "It was too binding for me." I laugh and glance down at the gown. "I guess it's okay," I admit. I see Legolas grinning triumphantly and plaster a frown on my face. "I said it's okay, but I'd much rather be wearing a nice pair of pants. Can I change now?" Legolas nods, still grinning with a glint in his eye. I hurry into the dressing room and change back into my original clothes. Carrying the dress, I walk back out and make my way over to the tunics.
"What are you doing?" he asks. Hm, blue looks nice on him. "You picked out my dress, so I'm picking out your clothes," I say. Hm, silver would really look good on him. Dark green is way too harsh for his fair complexion. He needs something light. "What makes you think that I'll wear whatever you pick?" I pick up a light silver tunic and black pants. Hm...no, they clash too much. I put the pants down and pick up a pair of silver breeches. Much better.
"You'll wear what I tell you to because I'm a fashion genius. Besides, it's only fair oh blonde one." I shove the clothes into his arms and shove him into the dressing room. "Put those on and model them for me." He opens his mouth to protest, but I quickly close the curtain. After a few moments, I hear clothes ruffling. I won't peek. I won't peek. Oh hell, of course I'll peek! Holding my breath, I look through a small space that the curtain left. Whoa. Okay, that is just, wow.
That is the hottest body I have ever seen. Good God in heaven, he is built. Quickly averting my eyes, I try to control myself. 'I will not ravage the elf,' I tell myself. Well, not with witnesses around anyway. "Are you done yet?" I ask, my voice cracking a bit. Hey, you'd be speechless too if you saw what I did. I see him move to pull the curtain aside and quickly grab a scarf and drop it on the ground. He steps out, and I smile. "Damn. Um, can you pick that up?" He nods and bends down. Tilting my head, I grin. That is a great ass.
He picks it up and puts it back on a shelf. "Okay, model for me." He frowns. "How?" I shrug. "Strike a pose." Legolas shakes his head and turns back to the dressing room. "Fine then. Be mister dull, I don't care." He tenses, and turns around. "I am not dull," he says and strikes a pose. Oh I am GOOD. I smile and watch him strut his stuff. "Oh yeah, you look great. And by the way, you're a great model," I say. He blushes, and retreats to the dressing room.
-See elf naked: Check
-See elf's ass: Check
-See elf model: Check
Yes, today has been a very good day so far. He emerges from the room, dressed in his normal garb. We walk over to the store owner, and he pays for the clothes. Glancing out the window, I almost fall over. It couldn't be! There's no way! I could've sworn that I just saw my two best friends. But how? "Legolas, I'll be right back," I say, and take off. If he called after me, I'll never know. I take off into the streets, looking for the blonde and brunette. "Sapphire! Star!" I yell. (A.N.-HI GUYS! Yes, you're in this too!)
I finally spot them near a house and run towards them. "Sapph! Star!" They turn towards me, and I screech to a stop. It's them alright, but they're different. They're...elves. "Sapph? Star?" They frown and glance at each other. "Pardon? We don't know of this 'Sapph' or 'Star'. My name is Astaider," says the Sapphire look alike. "And this is Hodoer," she says, gesturing to the Star look alike. (A.N.- Astaider means 'valiant one' and Hodoer means 'wise one'. I thought the names fit you two perfectly!)
I nod my head. "Oh, I'm sorry. You two just look a lot like my friends. I'm Siren," I say. They smile warmly. "Hello Siren. Are you new to Rivendell?" I nod and put my hands in my pockets. "Yeah. I just got here a few days ago." "Are you attending the banquet tomorrow?" Hodoer asks. "Yeah. Are you two going?" They nod. "Maybe I'll see you two there. Are you doing anything until then?" I ask. Hodoer shakes her head. "No, we were just enjoying a walk, and than we were going for some tea. Would you like to join us?" I grin. "Sure." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Nice house."
Hodoer puts their belongings away while Astaider takes out the teakettle and cups. Opening a cabinet, I see a bottle of what looks like wine. "What's this?" I ask and take the bottle out. Hodoer glances over at me. "That's whiskey. We don't particularly like it. It's used mainly as a sedative for the wounded." I nod and try to read the label. Damn elvish script. "Right. So you two wouldn't like to have some?" Astaider pokes her head out of the kitchen. "It would be a shame to let it go to waste. Let's have a little." I grin at her. "That's the spirit."
4 Hours and many glasses later...
"Wait a moment, so Legolas Greenleaf saw you naked?"
I nod, my head fuzzy and spinning. Hodoer and Astaider look at each other before bursting into laughter. I snort and start giggling. I have officially gotten two elves and myself drunk. I believe this is a great accomplishment. "It's okay though, 'cause I saw him naked today," I say and take another swig from the bottle. Astaider laughs and a spray of whiskey escapes her mouth, causing a chain reaction of hysterical laughter. "What did he look like?" the blonde elf asks, eyes wide.
I grin mischievously, and lean towards them. "Let's just say that the prince is very well endowed," I whisper. Hodoer and Astaider look at each other before falling over each other laughing. "Plus he has an ass like granite. There should be a monument dedicated just to his ass. I mean, I've never seen an ass as great as his. I mean, his is an ass that's just...I mean, what an ass!" Hodoer and Astaider are shaking with laughter, tears in their eyes. "You are shameless!" Hodoer shrieks and takes the bottle away from me.
"Of course I'm shameless! Who ever had fun being shameful? I'll tell you who." I wag a finger. "Nobody, that's who!" I snatch the bottle away from Hodoer and take another swig. Astaider stands up, swaying a bit. "I think you've had enough to drink. I'm cuttin' you off," she slurs and reaches for the bottle. I pull it out of her reach and she topples over the chair and into an undignified heap. Hodoer and I burst into laughter, clutching our stomachs.
A knock at the door interrupts our laughter. Hodoer stands up and answers it. I hear some mumbled words, and look at Astaider who's giggling on the floor. "Siren, Legolas is here!" I pout and shrink back into the chair. "I don't wanna go home yet! I like it here!"
"Siren, it's time to go."
I look up to see the blonde elf prince looking down at me. I hold the bottle to me and stick out my lower lip. Legolas shakes his head. "That won't work with me. Now get up, it's time to go." I roll my eyes and hand the bottle to Hodoer. "I'll see you guys at the party!" I yell and stumble out of their house. I try not to trip over my feet, which is difficult since the world won't stop moving. "Why won't this road stay still? How are people supposed to walk on a moving road? It's impossible!"
I feel someone pick me up, and I see that it's Legolas. "You've managed to get yourself very drunk," he says with a hint of amusement. I snort and lean my head back. "You really need to lighten up. Live a lil'!" I slur. "Right. Do you have any idea how worried I was? You just ran off into Rivendell. I spent the past four hours searching for you, only to find you and two elves drunk. I do believe that a five year old would have more sense than that."
"You're no fun. Although you did wear a dress today." I slap him on the arm. "I deem you un-dull!" I yell and burst into giggles. He sighs, but smiles a bit. "I'm glad to see that one good thing came out of this." I start to smile but a wave of nausea washes over me.
"Legolas?"
"Yes?"
"I'm gonna puke."
"I'll put you down, just wait a moment---"
"..."
"By the valar, how much did you drink?"
"...sorry."
2 Be Continued