Bleed for Me
By Siren
Hey guys! Well, here's the next chapter.
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Orcs.
You'd think that after Sauron's destruction, they would have just given up. But no, that would be sensible and easy.
So here I am, surrounded by orcs. Ugly, disgusting, rancid orcs.
"Um, Legolas? Astaider, Hodoer and I are unarmed." Legolas has his bow notched and aimed with a deadly arrow while Gandalf is holding his staff in front of him. Okay, that just sounded really dirty. "I realize that!" he calls back to me, not taking his eyes off of the orcs. "Great. So a weapon would be really nice right about now, dumbass!" He ignores me and pulls the bowstring back. In the blink of an eye, his arrow is embedded in an orc's chest. It croaks for a moment, than falls to the ground, unmoving. "And the fight begins! Legolas scores an easy kill, and team Ugly is pissed!" I say in an announcer's voice.
"Quiet child! Let Legolas and Gandalf concentrate!" Hodoer whispers harshly. I roll my eyes, grab a stick off the ground and hold it to my mouth like a microphone. "Excuse the interruption ladies and gentlemen, that was my co-host, Hodoer of Rivendell. Anyway, back to the fight. The orcs are starting to rush at us. Arrows are flying everywhere! It's amazing folks!"
DING!
"And someone just tried to swipe my fucking head off!" I shout, wide eyed. I move back and look around. Running seems like an excellent option right now. "Orcs are everywhere, I'm unarmed and now I'm getting the fuck out of here!" I yell and drop the stick. I stumble away from another clumsy strike, turn around and run for all I'm worth. I wheeze as I run, my body not used to running. "I was not built for this!" I shout to no one in particular. Glancing behind me, I see two orcs following me. "OH SHIT!" I push myself to go further, still looking over my shoulder. This is worse than the bear. Just as I think I'm going to make it, I make the biggest and dumbest mistake in the history of running.
I trip.
I drop to the ground and scrape my knees against the dirt. I let out a stream of curses, not caring about who hears them. I push myself into a sitting position and see shadows moving over me. I scramble to my feet and start running again. "Siren, get down!" I obey Astaider's command and drop to the ground again. I hear a 'thump' and look up to see the blonde she-elf holding a frying pan. Stealing Sam's move, are we? She looks down at me and pulls me to my feet.
"What were you thinking, running away like that?" I brush the dirt off of my clothes. "I was thinking about saving my sarcastic ass!" I snap back, a bit more coldly than I intend. She glares at me for a moment, her brows drawn together.
"Siren! Astaider!"
I look beyond her and see the others running over to us. "Are you all right?" Legolas asks. I nod, and glance over at Astaider. She's stopped glaring at me and is walking over to Hodoer. The tension between us is thick enough to be cut with a knife. Legolas notices but wisely keeps his mouth shut. "Let's get back to the camp. Are you sure you're alright?" I cross my arms over my chest and glare at him. "I would've been better if you had given me a freaking weapon. You knew that there were still orcs around! And just because I'm a girl and a human one at that doesn't mean that I'm completely useless!" I shout indignantly.
Legolas blinks and I huff and walk back to camp. I sit across the fire that Hodoer made, making sure to sit away from Astaider. Still pouting and in a very foul mood, I take out the journal and quickly jot something down.
Elladan and Elrohir,
ASTAIDER IS SUCH A BRAT.
Love,
Siren
Okay, that entry was rather blunt, but I don't care. Why was I running? What kind of stupid question was that? I was running because gross demonic creatures were after me! What was I supposed to do, ask what make-up they use? No, maybe I should have asked them if they wanted to hang out and catch a movie. ARGH! I stuff the journal back in the pack. I'll write about the attack later. Right now, all I want to do is sleep and dream of half-naked guys showering me with an endless supply of calorie-free ice cream. Still grumbling to myself, I get out my bedroll, take out a piece of lembas and munch in silence.
After eating my bit of lembas, I sit down on my bedroll and scowl in the darkness. I look over at the fire and notice that someone is missing. Where's the creepy wizard?
"Thinking dark thoughts can cause dark emotions."
Damn it, this world is against me, I swear. I look up to see Gandalf hovering over me, amusement in his eyes. "Yeah? Well…see if I care." I look back at the fire and hear Gandalf settle down beside me. "It may seem impossible, but I was young once too you know. Being a child isn't easy." I had to snort at that. He was young once? Why do I find that so hard to believe? Can you imagine a young Gandalf dating? I can only imagine his pickup line. 'Would you like to see my great big staff? Sometimes a white light comes out of the end of it.' Oh God, sick thoughts. Sick, sick, sick.
"It's not hard," I argue, still not looking at him. "Is that so? So growing up is simple for you?" I lift an eyebrow and shrug. "It's not simple but it's not the hardest thing in the world. And I'm not a 'child'. I'm sixteen and I'll be seventeen in October." I look over and see him smile. "Ah, you're almost an adult than. But you do realize that the people in your company are over centuries old." I roll my eyes. He just had to remind me of that, didn't he? "I know. Legolas is at least two thousand years old. What difference does that make?" I'm starting to get irritated. "I'm just trying to show you that they may know better than you. They've had centuries of experience."
Is he trying to tell me that I shouldn't be mad at Astaider? "It must be great to be able to have an endless amount of time to experience things. But I'm human, so I don't have that luxury. They may have had hundreds of years of experience, but that doesn't mean they know everything." I see him shake his head. "Of course not. No one can know everything there is to know. But give it time. Your friend Astaider was only worried about your safety. And you're right. You're human and will not live forever. So it may be best to let grudges go and live life to the fullest."
What is it with adults and their way of making things make sense? "I shall leave you to your thoughts now, whatever they may be," he says softly and stands up. I watch him make his way over to the fire and sit down next to Legolas. I suppose he has a point. Great, now I'm feeling guilty. Adults always seem to have the ability to make you feel guilty. Sighing, I stand up and walk over to the others. I catch Gandalf smiling knowingly and I ignore him. I sit down next to Astaider and look at the fire.
"Hey," I greet softly. She lifts an eyebrow. "So we're on speaking terms again?" she asks, her voice a bit cold. I sigh and draw my knees to my chest. "Sorry about snapping at you. I was just a bit pissed off," I apologize. The blonde elf shrugs. "Well I'm sorry that I asked such a foolish question. You only did what your instincts told you to." I nod.
A sudden thought enters my mind, and a wicked grin spreads across my face. "I'll be right back," I say and stand up. I go over to my pack and take out the whiskey bottle. Holding it behind my back, I make my way over to Astaider again. Once I'm sitting down, I nudge her with my shoulder and show her the bottle. She smiles brightly. "You didn't! You horrid little human!" she scolds teasingly. My grin widens, and I pull the cork out. "I figure that it's about time that the elves get to enjoy this little trip." I hand it to her, and she looks at it for a moment. After a few seconds, she takes a long swig of it and grimaces. I laugh and take the bottle back. "There ya go!"
"Hey Hodoer," I call. The brunette looks over and I hand her the bottle. She smirks and takes a swig of it. I catch Legolas and Gandalf watching us and smile. "What are you doing?" Legolas asks. I take the bottle back from Hodoer, stand up, and take a gulp of the rancid stuff. "I," I announce, holding the bottle up, "am getting piss ass drunk with my friends!" Hodoer and Astaider both laugh and clap and I bow deeply. "In that case," Legolas says and snatches the bottle from me, "I believe that I should get a bit drunk as well. After all, we're all friends here!" He takes a sip and makes the same grimace that Astaider had done.
He moves to hand the whisky over to Gandalf, but the elderly man declines. "No thank you, my dear friend. Someone should remain sober," he says with a grin. Legolas smiles and I grab the bottle back from him. "Share and share alike!" I say and bring the bottle to my lips.
A few hours later…
"And than so I say, 'shall I describe it to you, or should I get a box?'" Astaider, Hodoer and I snort and start laughing. Legolas is currently telling us about the battle of Helm's Deep. "Stupid lil' dwarf," I say, giggling. "Hobbits though. Hobbits are just adorable. I swear, if I were a midget, I would totally go after Pippin. Because Pippin is just so sweet. Sam though, Sam likes Frodo just like Gandalf does," I babble.
"I beg your pardon?" pipes up a sober Gandalf.
I frown and wave a hand at him. "Oh don't try to deny it. I've seen the way you and Sam looked at Frodo. I swear, I bet Sam didn't like you going anywhere near his 'Mr. Frodo.' I wonder if those two ever role-played. 'Spank me again Mister Frodo!'" I yell and lift my arms above my head. I hear the elves laughing and feel someone wrap their arms around my waist and hold me upside down. "You are a very perverted human," Legolas says, laughing. I giggle and throw my head back. "Aren't ya glad you brought me along on this little trip?" I say. "Yes, very glad indeed. Shall I put you down now?" I nod and he drops me. I shriek and dive for the bottle.
"SAVE THE WHISKY!"
I grab the bottle and land on my butt. "Graceful," snorts Hodoer. "Oh shut up," I mutter. She giggles and pulls the bottle out of my grasp. She stands up and stands as straight as she can. "My name is Hodoer of Rivendell, and I am very drunk!" We clap as she takes a drink. Astaider stands up next and snatches the bottle away from her. "I am Astaider of Rivendell, and I'm going to pass out now!" She brings the bottle to her lips, but her eyes roll into the back of her head and she faints. Legolas catches the bottle and I catch an unconscious Astaider. Legolas stands up, though a bit off balance. "I am Legolas of Mirkwood and I once shoved Gimli off a horse just because I felt like it!"
I clap and hoot as he takes a drink and hands the nearly empty bottle to me. I stand up hold my chin up high. "I am Siren of Jersey, and I AM INSANE!" I drink the last of the bottle's contents and let out a shout before bursting into laughter. I drop the bottle and fall to the ground in a heap of giggles. I crawl next to Astaider and collapse, the feeling in my legs gone. Legolas and Hodoer do the same, and we look up at the sky. "I've always wondered…" I mumble, trailing off. "What?" asks Legolas. "It's stupid," I mumble. "Tell us!" Hodoer urges. I sigh and nod. "Okay. I always wondered, if someone farted near a fire would there be an explosion?"
…
"You're right, that was stupid," Legolas says and bursts into laughter. I laugh and reach over Hodoer to smack him. "Oh shut up!" I hear Gandalf sigh from across the fire.
"This is why I never had children."
2 Be Continued
A.N.-
Hey guys!
Aislin: Yes, what would we weigh on Mars? Now that question's gonna bug me all day. And I do have proof about Gandalf. *takes out a bunch of Polaroid's* Here's one of Gandalf and Frodo at the shire, here's one of them in Moria…*sees the disturbed glances of the reviewers* Um, nevermind. ^_^;;; My horse is a brown and white paint mare named Fancy. I love Arabs!
Tap-Dancing Hobbit: Your horse won? CONGRATULATIONS! Yes, we all love our kids, no matter how rude they may sometimes be. *sees Fancy glaring* What? I was being supportive!
Marie: I love doing cliffhangers. Mwahahaha. ^_^
Fifi88: NOT THE COOKIE DOUGH!!!! *sobs* how can it be unhealthy? HOW?!?!?!?!?
Mirilya: Yes, I am an avid curser. *stands up* My name is Siren and I have a problem.
Crimson Starlight: Thanks! ^_^
ShireElf: Sorry for the cliffhanger. *grins evilly* Mwahahahaha. *sees Legolas look up from the PS2, than go back to playing Final Fantasy X*
By Siren
Hey guys! Well, here's the next chapter.
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Orcs.
You'd think that after Sauron's destruction, they would have just given up. But no, that would be sensible and easy.
So here I am, surrounded by orcs. Ugly, disgusting, rancid orcs.
"Um, Legolas? Astaider, Hodoer and I are unarmed." Legolas has his bow notched and aimed with a deadly arrow while Gandalf is holding his staff in front of him. Okay, that just sounded really dirty. "I realize that!" he calls back to me, not taking his eyes off of the orcs. "Great. So a weapon would be really nice right about now, dumbass!" He ignores me and pulls the bowstring back. In the blink of an eye, his arrow is embedded in an orc's chest. It croaks for a moment, than falls to the ground, unmoving. "And the fight begins! Legolas scores an easy kill, and team Ugly is pissed!" I say in an announcer's voice.
"Quiet child! Let Legolas and Gandalf concentrate!" Hodoer whispers harshly. I roll my eyes, grab a stick off the ground and hold it to my mouth like a microphone. "Excuse the interruption ladies and gentlemen, that was my co-host, Hodoer of Rivendell. Anyway, back to the fight. The orcs are starting to rush at us. Arrows are flying everywhere! It's amazing folks!"
DING!
"And someone just tried to swipe my fucking head off!" I shout, wide eyed. I move back and look around. Running seems like an excellent option right now. "Orcs are everywhere, I'm unarmed and now I'm getting the fuck out of here!" I yell and drop the stick. I stumble away from another clumsy strike, turn around and run for all I'm worth. I wheeze as I run, my body not used to running. "I was not built for this!" I shout to no one in particular. Glancing behind me, I see two orcs following me. "OH SHIT!" I push myself to go further, still looking over my shoulder. This is worse than the bear. Just as I think I'm going to make it, I make the biggest and dumbest mistake in the history of running.
I trip.
I drop to the ground and scrape my knees against the dirt. I let out a stream of curses, not caring about who hears them. I push myself into a sitting position and see shadows moving over me. I scramble to my feet and start running again. "Siren, get down!" I obey Astaider's command and drop to the ground again. I hear a 'thump' and look up to see the blonde she-elf holding a frying pan. Stealing Sam's move, are we? She looks down at me and pulls me to my feet.
"What were you thinking, running away like that?" I brush the dirt off of my clothes. "I was thinking about saving my sarcastic ass!" I snap back, a bit more coldly than I intend. She glares at me for a moment, her brows drawn together.
"Siren! Astaider!"
I look beyond her and see the others running over to us. "Are you all right?" Legolas asks. I nod, and glance over at Astaider. She's stopped glaring at me and is walking over to Hodoer. The tension between us is thick enough to be cut with a knife. Legolas notices but wisely keeps his mouth shut. "Let's get back to the camp. Are you sure you're alright?" I cross my arms over my chest and glare at him. "I would've been better if you had given me a freaking weapon. You knew that there were still orcs around! And just because I'm a girl and a human one at that doesn't mean that I'm completely useless!" I shout indignantly.
Legolas blinks and I huff and walk back to camp. I sit across the fire that Hodoer made, making sure to sit away from Astaider. Still pouting and in a very foul mood, I take out the journal and quickly jot something down.
Elladan and Elrohir,
ASTAIDER IS SUCH A BRAT.
Love,
Siren
Okay, that entry was rather blunt, but I don't care. Why was I running? What kind of stupid question was that? I was running because gross demonic creatures were after me! What was I supposed to do, ask what make-up they use? No, maybe I should have asked them if they wanted to hang out and catch a movie. ARGH! I stuff the journal back in the pack. I'll write about the attack later. Right now, all I want to do is sleep and dream of half-naked guys showering me with an endless supply of calorie-free ice cream. Still grumbling to myself, I get out my bedroll, take out a piece of lembas and munch in silence.
After eating my bit of lembas, I sit down on my bedroll and scowl in the darkness. I look over at the fire and notice that someone is missing. Where's the creepy wizard?
"Thinking dark thoughts can cause dark emotions."
Damn it, this world is against me, I swear. I look up to see Gandalf hovering over me, amusement in his eyes. "Yeah? Well…see if I care." I look back at the fire and hear Gandalf settle down beside me. "It may seem impossible, but I was young once too you know. Being a child isn't easy." I had to snort at that. He was young once? Why do I find that so hard to believe? Can you imagine a young Gandalf dating? I can only imagine his pickup line. 'Would you like to see my great big staff? Sometimes a white light comes out of the end of it.' Oh God, sick thoughts. Sick, sick, sick.
"It's not hard," I argue, still not looking at him. "Is that so? So growing up is simple for you?" I lift an eyebrow and shrug. "It's not simple but it's not the hardest thing in the world. And I'm not a 'child'. I'm sixteen and I'll be seventeen in October." I look over and see him smile. "Ah, you're almost an adult than. But you do realize that the people in your company are over centuries old." I roll my eyes. He just had to remind me of that, didn't he? "I know. Legolas is at least two thousand years old. What difference does that make?" I'm starting to get irritated. "I'm just trying to show you that they may know better than you. They've had centuries of experience."
Is he trying to tell me that I shouldn't be mad at Astaider? "It must be great to be able to have an endless amount of time to experience things. But I'm human, so I don't have that luxury. They may have had hundreds of years of experience, but that doesn't mean they know everything." I see him shake his head. "Of course not. No one can know everything there is to know. But give it time. Your friend Astaider was only worried about your safety. And you're right. You're human and will not live forever. So it may be best to let grudges go and live life to the fullest."
What is it with adults and their way of making things make sense? "I shall leave you to your thoughts now, whatever they may be," he says softly and stands up. I watch him make his way over to the fire and sit down next to Legolas. I suppose he has a point. Great, now I'm feeling guilty. Adults always seem to have the ability to make you feel guilty. Sighing, I stand up and walk over to the others. I catch Gandalf smiling knowingly and I ignore him. I sit down next to Astaider and look at the fire.
"Hey," I greet softly. She lifts an eyebrow. "So we're on speaking terms again?" she asks, her voice a bit cold. I sigh and draw my knees to my chest. "Sorry about snapping at you. I was just a bit pissed off," I apologize. The blonde elf shrugs. "Well I'm sorry that I asked such a foolish question. You only did what your instincts told you to." I nod.
A sudden thought enters my mind, and a wicked grin spreads across my face. "I'll be right back," I say and stand up. I go over to my pack and take out the whiskey bottle. Holding it behind my back, I make my way over to Astaider again. Once I'm sitting down, I nudge her with my shoulder and show her the bottle. She smiles brightly. "You didn't! You horrid little human!" she scolds teasingly. My grin widens, and I pull the cork out. "I figure that it's about time that the elves get to enjoy this little trip." I hand it to her, and she looks at it for a moment. After a few seconds, she takes a long swig of it and grimaces. I laugh and take the bottle back. "There ya go!"
"Hey Hodoer," I call. The brunette looks over and I hand her the bottle. She smirks and takes a swig of it. I catch Legolas and Gandalf watching us and smile. "What are you doing?" Legolas asks. I take the bottle back from Hodoer, stand up, and take a gulp of the rancid stuff. "I," I announce, holding the bottle up, "am getting piss ass drunk with my friends!" Hodoer and Astaider both laugh and clap and I bow deeply. "In that case," Legolas says and snatches the bottle from me, "I believe that I should get a bit drunk as well. After all, we're all friends here!" He takes a sip and makes the same grimace that Astaider had done.
He moves to hand the whisky over to Gandalf, but the elderly man declines. "No thank you, my dear friend. Someone should remain sober," he says with a grin. Legolas smiles and I grab the bottle back from him. "Share and share alike!" I say and bring the bottle to my lips.
A few hours later…
"And than so I say, 'shall I describe it to you, or should I get a box?'" Astaider, Hodoer and I snort and start laughing. Legolas is currently telling us about the battle of Helm's Deep. "Stupid lil' dwarf," I say, giggling. "Hobbits though. Hobbits are just adorable. I swear, if I were a midget, I would totally go after Pippin. Because Pippin is just so sweet. Sam though, Sam likes Frodo just like Gandalf does," I babble.
"I beg your pardon?" pipes up a sober Gandalf.
I frown and wave a hand at him. "Oh don't try to deny it. I've seen the way you and Sam looked at Frodo. I swear, I bet Sam didn't like you going anywhere near his 'Mr. Frodo.' I wonder if those two ever role-played. 'Spank me again Mister Frodo!'" I yell and lift my arms above my head. I hear the elves laughing and feel someone wrap their arms around my waist and hold me upside down. "You are a very perverted human," Legolas says, laughing. I giggle and throw my head back. "Aren't ya glad you brought me along on this little trip?" I say. "Yes, very glad indeed. Shall I put you down now?" I nod and he drops me. I shriek and dive for the bottle.
"SAVE THE WHISKY!"
I grab the bottle and land on my butt. "Graceful," snorts Hodoer. "Oh shut up," I mutter. She giggles and pulls the bottle out of my grasp. She stands up and stands as straight as she can. "My name is Hodoer of Rivendell, and I am very drunk!" We clap as she takes a drink. Astaider stands up next and snatches the bottle away from her. "I am Astaider of Rivendell, and I'm going to pass out now!" She brings the bottle to her lips, but her eyes roll into the back of her head and she faints. Legolas catches the bottle and I catch an unconscious Astaider. Legolas stands up, though a bit off balance. "I am Legolas of Mirkwood and I once shoved Gimli off a horse just because I felt like it!"
I clap and hoot as he takes a drink and hands the nearly empty bottle to me. I stand up hold my chin up high. "I am Siren of Jersey, and I AM INSANE!" I drink the last of the bottle's contents and let out a shout before bursting into laughter. I drop the bottle and fall to the ground in a heap of giggles. I crawl next to Astaider and collapse, the feeling in my legs gone. Legolas and Hodoer do the same, and we look up at the sky. "I've always wondered…" I mumble, trailing off. "What?" asks Legolas. "It's stupid," I mumble. "Tell us!" Hodoer urges. I sigh and nod. "Okay. I always wondered, if someone farted near a fire would there be an explosion?"
…
"You're right, that was stupid," Legolas says and bursts into laughter. I laugh and reach over Hodoer to smack him. "Oh shut up!" I hear Gandalf sigh from across the fire.
"This is why I never had children."
2 Be Continued
A.N.-
Hey guys!
Aislin: Yes, what would we weigh on Mars? Now that question's gonna bug me all day. And I do have proof about Gandalf. *takes out a bunch of Polaroid's* Here's one of Gandalf and Frodo at the shire, here's one of them in Moria…*sees the disturbed glances of the reviewers* Um, nevermind. ^_^;;; My horse is a brown and white paint mare named Fancy. I love Arabs!
Tap-Dancing Hobbit: Your horse won? CONGRATULATIONS! Yes, we all love our kids, no matter how rude they may sometimes be. *sees Fancy glaring* What? I was being supportive!
Marie: I love doing cliffhangers. Mwahahaha. ^_^
Fifi88: NOT THE COOKIE DOUGH!!!! *sobs* how can it be unhealthy? HOW?!?!?!?!?
Mirilya: Yes, I am an avid curser. *stands up* My name is Siren and I have a problem.
Crimson Starlight: Thanks! ^_^
ShireElf: Sorry for the cliffhanger. *grins evilly* Mwahahahaha. *sees Legolas look up from the PS2, than go back to playing Final Fantasy X*