Bleed for Me
By Siren
Hey guys. I'm not feeling too well right now, so if this chapter sucks than forgive me. Anyway, on with the chapter. (Faints.) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Must...run though the male clothing department! Must peek on the unsuspecting customers! Ack! The security guards! I run over to a shelf of shampoo, unscrew the top and splash it in their faces. One of the guards wipes the goop off his face, and I see that it's Legolas. "Siren, we have to leave now," he says. I frown, look down at the bottle of shampoo, than at the dressing rooms. "But there are people I have to spy on!" I protest.
"Siren, wake up."
"Not yet. At least let me peek at one guy." I dash into the dressing room, and peer over the top of a closed door. "Peek a boo!" I glance down, and to my horror, it's Elrond trying on a pair of pink panties. I shriek and fall backwards. Suddenly all the doors open, revealing an Elrond in every stall. He comes skipping out, waving pink panties around. "I feel pretty, oh so pretty and gay!" he sings. I scream and shut my eyes. "Dirty! Unholy!"
"Siren open your eyes."
"No! No more creepy Elronds!"
"Siren it's Legolas, wake up."
Panting, I open my eyes to see Legolas hovering over me worriedly. "You were having a nightmare. Are you alright?" I sit up and wipe the sweat off of my face. "There were so many Elronds. That was the worst nightmare I ever had!" Legolas pales and shakes his head. "What? If you saw a ton of Elronds wearing pink panties, you'd be scarred for life too!" The elf in front of me buries his face in his hands and sighs. What's his problem?
"Forgive me, I hope I did not scare you too much."
EEP. I look to the door and see Elrond glaring at me. "Oh, hi lord Elrond. How are you this morning?" He doesn't say anything for a moment, content to glare at me. "I heard you screaming and came to see if you were alright. Now that I know what has frightened you, I will take my leave." Sending me one more death glare, he turns around and leaves. Letting out a sigh, I smack Legolas's arm. "Why didn't you tell me he was right there?" Legolas rubs his sore arm and pouts. "I tried to." I roll my eyes and cross my arms over my chest.
"Bathe and get dressed. We are leaving as soon as possible." I nod and get up from the bed. I grab a pair of pants and a shirt and walk into the bathroom. "And try not to take too long. We'd like to leave sometime during this age!" I slam the door behind me as a response. "Stupid impatient elves. Why are they always in such a hurry? They're gonna live forever!" I take off my nightgown and get into the warm pool of water. Ah, now THIS is a nice morning. Once I'm done getting clean, I dry myself off and put on the tunics and shirt.
I run a brush through my hair, put on my boots, grab my pack and leave. I turn to go to the dining hall, but the servant from yesterday stops me. "Lady Siren, the lords Elladen and Elohir asked that I give you these." The hands me a book, a quill, and a bottle of ink. "They want me to do their homework?" The servant shakes her head and begins walking with me. "They asked that you record your journey and any pranks that you might play. Their father has punished them by refusing to let them go on any journeys for the next two months."
"Oh. Okay," I slip the materials into my pack and grin. "Thanks!" I say and walk away. Geeze, did Elrond have to be such a downer? Oh well. I reach the dining hall, grab a plate and sit down next to Hodoer and Astaider. They both have their packs with them, and are dressed in pants and tunics instead of their dresses. Once I'm sitting, I take out the journal and the writing tools. I open to the first page, dip the tip of the quill in the ink and start writing.
Elladen and Elohir-
It sucks that Elrond had to ground you. Some people just can't take a joke. Well, since you asked me to do this journal, I'll address it to you. Um, so far I'm sitting next to Hodoer and Astaider. We're all packed and ready to go. Now if only Legolas would get his blonde butt over here. He has a great ass by the way. I have to restrain myself from pinching it whenever I'm around him. (Evil grin) You guys really shouldn't have played that prank yesterday. I never knew your father could run that fast!
Oops, here comes our missing prince now. I'll write more later.
See ya!
-Siren
I put the journal, quill and inkbottle away. Legolas walks over with his bow and quiver strapped to his back along with his daggers. "Vedui," he greets. "And you told ME to hurry up. Unfair I say! Totally and utterly unfair." Hodoer snickers, and Astaider grins. "Forgive me mellon-nin. I had to prepare the horses which took longer than I expected." I roll my eyes and start eating. "Excuses, excuses." After a few minutes, I stand up and stretch. "How long will it take to get to Gondor?"
"A week or so. Are you really that anxious?" Legolas looks up at me curiously. I smile and nod. "Of course I am. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to say goodbye to Elrond." Astaider lifts an eyebrow. "Are you sure that's wise? The last time I saw you and lord Elrond, you were being chased around Rivendell." I shrug and start walking away. "I'll behave." A chorus of 'yeah right' rings from behind me.
"I resent that!" I yell back. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm standing outside the library, fidgeting. I move to knock on the door, but a voice interrupts me.
"Stop standing outside and come in already."
I open the door and walk inside. Elrond is sitting in a chair, a book in his hands. He looks up at me expectantly. "Yes?" I let out a sigh and sit down across from him. "I just wanted to say goodbye." I wring my hands nervously, glancing at him every so often. "I also wanted to say thanks. You've been really nice to me, healing me and letting me stay here. Although I think that you should really kick that one elf out---" I catch his warning glare and shut my mouth. "Sorry," I apologize. Elrond smiles and nods. "It has been...interesting, to say the least, to have you here. You have gained the friendship of Astaider, Hodoer, and prince Legolas of Mirkwood. I hope you cherish them. And know that you are always welcome in Imladris."
Well, that wasn't so bad. And I can come back here if I need a place to live. "So after my trip to Gondor I can come back?" Elrond looks thoughtful for a moment. "Yes, I believe I will be over the panty incident by then. But if you come back earlier than that, than beware my temper. Never in all my long years has someone embarrassed me that much." I grin sheepishly, and stand up. "I couldn't help it. I guess I'll see you later than." I wave and leave. I open the door to see Hodoer, Astaider and Legolas standing in front of me patiently. "You were eavesdropping?" They nod shamelessly. "We weren't sure if you would need some help," the prince says.
I roll my eyes and walk past them. "Come on guys. He can take a joke." Or at least I hope he can..."By the way, does anyone know when Lord Elrond will be getting his laundry?" Hodoer looks thoughtful for a moment. "In a few minutes. Why?" I shrug and grin, ignoring their worried looks. "No reason," I lie.
Meanwhile in the library...
Lord Elrond of Rivendell took the basket of clothes from the servant; a little confused by the way she stifled her giggles. What was so funny? He carried the basket to his room and started to put them away. He picked up a shirt, and noticed that it was pink. "Hm, I don't recall having a pink shirt." He put the article of clothing aside and took out the next one. Again, it was pink. "What in the world...?" To his horror, ever item of clothing was pink. He clutched the pair of pants in his hands tightly, the vein in his forehead throbbing.
"SIREN!"
Back to my POV.
"Did you hear something?" Legolas and the others frown and shake their heads. "No. Did you?" I shrug and adjust my backpack. "I guess not." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
We walk over to the stables, and I see four horses saddled and bridled. They were all large in size, much larger than my horse back home. (A.N.- Hi Fancy! ^_^) Three of the horses are a light gray, and one is a dark brown. Legolas walks over to the brown one and lifts himself into the saddle. Astaider and Hodoer do the same, and I walk over to my horse hesitantly. "Hey there," I greet and hold out my hand. The horse sniffs it warily, and snorts. "I'm Siren. What's your name?"
"His name is Telcoer (stern one). He's firm but has a nice disposition." I grin and rub his forehead. "Telcoer, hm? Nice name." I walk around him, grasp the horn of the saddle and pull. My feet lift off the ground, but I can't get on. I lift my foot to try to slip it in the stirrup, but I'm not that flexible and this horse is TALL. "This is discrimination against non-flexible people," I mutter. Telcoer snorts impatiently and I frown at him. "It's not my fault that you're so tall," I snap. I hear the others snicker and I glare at them. Alright, I'll try one more time. One...I grasp the saddle horn. Two...I manage to slip my foot into the stirrup. Three! I Jump and pull myself up.
SUCCESS! I sit in the saddle and slip my other foot into the stirrup. I grin and grasp the reins. "Oh yeah, I'm good." Rolling their eyes, the elves ride out of the stable. "Wait for me!" I cluck and press my legs against Telcoer's sides. He trots after them, not wanting to be left behind. What was the word that the elves always used while riding? "Snort o' lim!" Telcoer flicks an ear my way and lets out a deep sigh as though to say 'why did I have to be stuck with this mortal?' "Oh shut up, I'm trying to remember. Um...Port-o-potty!" Duh, that obviously wasn't it.
"Noro lim!" Legolas calls back to me. "Oh yeah. Thanks!" I lean forward and shout "Noro lim!" Telcoer rolls his eyes and breaks into a gallop. I grin and sit back in the saddle. Nothin' but smooth riding from here.
SMACK!
What the hell was that? I pull the reins back and Telcoer screeches to a halt. I look around, and feel something wet sliding down my face. I wipe it away and realize that I've been hit by a berry. Now who the hell throws a berry? Honestly! Telcoer's ears perk up at the sound of high- pitched laughter. It can only mean one thing. I twist in the saddle to see none other than my evil enemy hooting with laughter. "Oh that bitch is gonna get it." Telcoer looks at her in amusement. "Telcoer, we are gonna give her a run for her money. Literally."
Pulling with my right leg and pressing my left leg against him, I steer him in her direction. "NORO LIM!" I yell, and Telcoer breaks into a fast gallop. The she elf stops laughing at the sight of me charging toward her. She shrieks and starts to run. "C'mere ya pain in the ass!" Telcoer neighs excitedly as we start to gain on the blonde menace. "Siren, what are you doing?" I hear Legolas's voice ring out from behind me. "I'm huntin' blonde today!" I yell back.
Reaching into the saddlebag behind me, I feel around for something. Finding it, I grin and take it out. Aiming, I throw the object as hard as I can and hear the satisfying 'plop' followed by another shriek. I pull back on the reins until Telcoer slows to a trot. I let out a victorious 'woot woot' at the sight of the elf's hair dripping with berry juice. "TAKE THAT!" I yell. She lets out a cry of frustration and lets out a string of elvish curses. Turning Telcoer around, I gallop back to the others.
Astaider and Hodoer and laughing hysterically while Legolas is just staring at me in shock. "You just chased her down and pelted her with a berry." I nod and high-five the two she-elves. "She deserved it." He just shakes his head and pretends to understand. "Do you normally 'hunt' blondes?" Astaider asks, fingering a lock of her hair. "Only the evil ones," I assure her.
"And what in the world is a 'woot woot'?"
Ah, so begins the journey to Gondor.
2 Be Continued
By Siren
Hey guys. I'm not feeling too well right now, so if this chapter sucks than forgive me. Anyway, on with the chapter. (Faints.) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Must...run though the male clothing department! Must peek on the unsuspecting customers! Ack! The security guards! I run over to a shelf of shampoo, unscrew the top and splash it in their faces. One of the guards wipes the goop off his face, and I see that it's Legolas. "Siren, we have to leave now," he says. I frown, look down at the bottle of shampoo, than at the dressing rooms. "But there are people I have to spy on!" I protest.
"Siren, wake up."
"Not yet. At least let me peek at one guy." I dash into the dressing room, and peer over the top of a closed door. "Peek a boo!" I glance down, and to my horror, it's Elrond trying on a pair of pink panties. I shriek and fall backwards. Suddenly all the doors open, revealing an Elrond in every stall. He comes skipping out, waving pink panties around. "I feel pretty, oh so pretty and gay!" he sings. I scream and shut my eyes. "Dirty! Unholy!"
"Siren open your eyes."
"No! No more creepy Elronds!"
"Siren it's Legolas, wake up."
Panting, I open my eyes to see Legolas hovering over me worriedly. "You were having a nightmare. Are you alright?" I sit up and wipe the sweat off of my face. "There were so many Elronds. That was the worst nightmare I ever had!" Legolas pales and shakes his head. "What? If you saw a ton of Elronds wearing pink panties, you'd be scarred for life too!" The elf in front of me buries his face in his hands and sighs. What's his problem?
"Forgive me, I hope I did not scare you too much."
EEP. I look to the door and see Elrond glaring at me. "Oh, hi lord Elrond. How are you this morning?" He doesn't say anything for a moment, content to glare at me. "I heard you screaming and came to see if you were alright. Now that I know what has frightened you, I will take my leave." Sending me one more death glare, he turns around and leaves. Letting out a sigh, I smack Legolas's arm. "Why didn't you tell me he was right there?" Legolas rubs his sore arm and pouts. "I tried to." I roll my eyes and cross my arms over my chest.
"Bathe and get dressed. We are leaving as soon as possible." I nod and get up from the bed. I grab a pair of pants and a shirt and walk into the bathroom. "And try not to take too long. We'd like to leave sometime during this age!" I slam the door behind me as a response. "Stupid impatient elves. Why are they always in such a hurry? They're gonna live forever!" I take off my nightgown and get into the warm pool of water. Ah, now THIS is a nice morning. Once I'm done getting clean, I dry myself off and put on the tunics and shirt.
I run a brush through my hair, put on my boots, grab my pack and leave. I turn to go to the dining hall, but the servant from yesterday stops me. "Lady Siren, the lords Elladen and Elohir asked that I give you these." The hands me a book, a quill, and a bottle of ink. "They want me to do their homework?" The servant shakes her head and begins walking with me. "They asked that you record your journey and any pranks that you might play. Their father has punished them by refusing to let them go on any journeys for the next two months."
"Oh. Okay," I slip the materials into my pack and grin. "Thanks!" I say and walk away. Geeze, did Elrond have to be such a downer? Oh well. I reach the dining hall, grab a plate and sit down next to Hodoer and Astaider. They both have their packs with them, and are dressed in pants and tunics instead of their dresses. Once I'm sitting, I take out the journal and the writing tools. I open to the first page, dip the tip of the quill in the ink and start writing.
Elladen and Elohir-
It sucks that Elrond had to ground you. Some people just can't take a joke. Well, since you asked me to do this journal, I'll address it to you. Um, so far I'm sitting next to Hodoer and Astaider. We're all packed and ready to go. Now if only Legolas would get his blonde butt over here. He has a great ass by the way. I have to restrain myself from pinching it whenever I'm around him. (Evil grin) You guys really shouldn't have played that prank yesterday. I never knew your father could run that fast!
Oops, here comes our missing prince now. I'll write more later.
See ya!
-Siren
I put the journal, quill and inkbottle away. Legolas walks over with his bow and quiver strapped to his back along with his daggers. "Vedui," he greets. "And you told ME to hurry up. Unfair I say! Totally and utterly unfair." Hodoer snickers, and Astaider grins. "Forgive me mellon-nin. I had to prepare the horses which took longer than I expected." I roll my eyes and start eating. "Excuses, excuses." After a few minutes, I stand up and stretch. "How long will it take to get to Gondor?"
"A week or so. Are you really that anxious?" Legolas looks up at me curiously. I smile and nod. "Of course I am. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to say goodbye to Elrond." Astaider lifts an eyebrow. "Are you sure that's wise? The last time I saw you and lord Elrond, you were being chased around Rivendell." I shrug and start walking away. "I'll behave." A chorus of 'yeah right' rings from behind me.
"I resent that!" I yell back. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm standing outside the library, fidgeting. I move to knock on the door, but a voice interrupts me.
"Stop standing outside and come in already."
I open the door and walk inside. Elrond is sitting in a chair, a book in his hands. He looks up at me expectantly. "Yes?" I let out a sigh and sit down across from him. "I just wanted to say goodbye." I wring my hands nervously, glancing at him every so often. "I also wanted to say thanks. You've been really nice to me, healing me and letting me stay here. Although I think that you should really kick that one elf out---" I catch his warning glare and shut my mouth. "Sorry," I apologize. Elrond smiles and nods. "It has been...interesting, to say the least, to have you here. You have gained the friendship of Astaider, Hodoer, and prince Legolas of Mirkwood. I hope you cherish them. And know that you are always welcome in Imladris."
Well, that wasn't so bad. And I can come back here if I need a place to live. "So after my trip to Gondor I can come back?" Elrond looks thoughtful for a moment. "Yes, I believe I will be over the panty incident by then. But if you come back earlier than that, than beware my temper. Never in all my long years has someone embarrassed me that much." I grin sheepishly, and stand up. "I couldn't help it. I guess I'll see you later than." I wave and leave. I open the door to see Hodoer, Astaider and Legolas standing in front of me patiently. "You were eavesdropping?" They nod shamelessly. "We weren't sure if you would need some help," the prince says.
I roll my eyes and walk past them. "Come on guys. He can take a joke." Or at least I hope he can..."By the way, does anyone know when Lord Elrond will be getting his laundry?" Hodoer looks thoughtful for a moment. "In a few minutes. Why?" I shrug and grin, ignoring their worried looks. "No reason," I lie.
Meanwhile in the library...
Lord Elrond of Rivendell took the basket of clothes from the servant; a little confused by the way she stifled her giggles. What was so funny? He carried the basket to his room and started to put them away. He picked up a shirt, and noticed that it was pink. "Hm, I don't recall having a pink shirt." He put the article of clothing aside and took out the next one. Again, it was pink. "What in the world...?" To his horror, ever item of clothing was pink. He clutched the pair of pants in his hands tightly, the vein in his forehead throbbing.
"SIREN!"
Back to my POV.
"Did you hear something?" Legolas and the others frown and shake their heads. "No. Did you?" I shrug and adjust my backpack. "I guess not." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
We walk over to the stables, and I see four horses saddled and bridled. They were all large in size, much larger than my horse back home. (A.N.- Hi Fancy! ^_^) Three of the horses are a light gray, and one is a dark brown. Legolas walks over to the brown one and lifts himself into the saddle. Astaider and Hodoer do the same, and I walk over to my horse hesitantly. "Hey there," I greet and hold out my hand. The horse sniffs it warily, and snorts. "I'm Siren. What's your name?"
"His name is Telcoer (stern one). He's firm but has a nice disposition." I grin and rub his forehead. "Telcoer, hm? Nice name." I walk around him, grasp the horn of the saddle and pull. My feet lift off the ground, but I can't get on. I lift my foot to try to slip it in the stirrup, but I'm not that flexible and this horse is TALL. "This is discrimination against non-flexible people," I mutter. Telcoer snorts impatiently and I frown at him. "It's not my fault that you're so tall," I snap. I hear the others snicker and I glare at them. Alright, I'll try one more time. One...I grasp the saddle horn. Two...I manage to slip my foot into the stirrup. Three! I Jump and pull myself up.
SUCCESS! I sit in the saddle and slip my other foot into the stirrup. I grin and grasp the reins. "Oh yeah, I'm good." Rolling their eyes, the elves ride out of the stable. "Wait for me!" I cluck and press my legs against Telcoer's sides. He trots after them, not wanting to be left behind. What was the word that the elves always used while riding? "Snort o' lim!" Telcoer flicks an ear my way and lets out a deep sigh as though to say 'why did I have to be stuck with this mortal?' "Oh shut up, I'm trying to remember. Um...Port-o-potty!" Duh, that obviously wasn't it.
"Noro lim!" Legolas calls back to me. "Oh yeah. Thanks!" I lean forward and shout "Noro lim!" Telcoer rolls his eyes and breaks into a gallop. I grin and sit back in the saddle. Nothin' but smooth riding from here.
SMACK!
What the hell was that? I pull the reins back and Telcoer screeches to a halt. I look around, and feel something wet sliding down my face. I wipe it away and realize that I've been hit by a berry. Now who the hell throws a berry? Honestly! Telcoer's ears perk up at the sound of high- pitched laughter. It can only mean one thing. I twist in the saddle to see none other than my evil enemy hooting with laughter. "Oh that bitch is gonna get it." Telcoer looks at her in amusement. "Telcoer, we are gonna give her a run for her money. Literally."
Pulling with my right leg and pressing my left leg against him, I steer him in her direction. "NORO LIM!" I yell, and Telcoer breaks into a fast gallop. The she elf stops laughing at the sight of me charging toward her. She shrieks and starts to run. "C'mere ya pain in the ass!" Telcoer neighs excitedly as we start to gain on the blonde menace. "Siren, what are you doing?" I hear Legolas's voice ring out from behind me. "I'm huntin' blonde today!" I yell back.
Reaching into the saddlebag behind me, I feel around for something. Finding it, I grin and take it out. Aiming, I throw the object as hard as I can and hear the satisfying 'plop' followed by another shriek. I pull back on the reins until Telcoer slows to a trot. I let out a victorious 'woot woot' at the sight of the elf's hair dripping with berry juice. "TAKE THAT!" I yell. She lets out a cry of frustration and lets out a string of elvish curses. Turning Telcoer around, I gallop back to the others.
Astaider and Hodoer and laughing hysterically while Legolas is just staring at me in shock. "You just chased her down and pelted her with a berry." I nod and high-five the two she-elves. "She deserved it." He just shakes his head and pretends to understand. "Do you normally 'hunt' blondes?" Astaider asks, fingering a lock of her hair. "Only the evil ones," I assure her.
"And what in the world is a 'woot woot'?"
Ah, so begins the journey to Gondor.
2 Be Continued