***Sorry it's been so long...I was on vacation and just got back. I went to
Prince Edward Island..and all I could think about was Anne of Green
Gables....so it's a relief to write this chapter.....hope you like it***
"Look darling, a letter from Sam and Frodo." Legolas said leisurely from where he sat atop one of the many boxes they had packed when they had decided to move. Everything was already in the new home, except for the few personal belongings they had just brought.
Aragorn looked up from where he was carting a humungous box full of combs.
"Is it really-necessary to bring all these?" Aragorn huffed, as he hefted the weight to his other shoulder. Legolas sighed, and began to play with the baby.
"Really darling, need you ask. After all my hair isn't naturally like this." Legolas said flicking a strand of hair out of his face, then paused, looking at Aragorn and narrowing his eyes mistrustfully, "You haven't told anyone have you?" He asked suspiciously.
Aragorn started to speak but then just shook his head. He shuddered as he thought of the last time he had challenged an issue concerning his husband's hair. Even Galaril had looked at him sympathetically. He put down the box with a sigh of relief and decided to rest a moment.
"Would you like to hear the letter darling?" Legolas asked. Aragorn rolled his eyes, and gave a I-hate-frumpy-and-I-don't-give-a-damn groan, but Legolas began to read anyway.
"Dear Legolas, so far our-"
"Wait a minute." Aragorn interjected.
"What?" Legolas asked angrily.
"If it isn't addressed to me why do I have to listen?" Aragorn asked. Legolas gritted his teeth and continued in a louder voice, ignoring further protests from Aragorn.
"DEAR LEGOLAS, so far our honeymoon has been rather successful considering my new husband has gone absolutely batty. He's become so much like Gimli, always muttering to himself, making creepy advances on strangers, and bursting out in laughter at odd times. The latter he likes to do in the toilet the most. Anyway, I really shouldn't complain, since I got to meet Rosie, and we had an......interesting meeting. We really caught up. Well see you soon and can't wait to show you your presents.
Sam'
"That's the way it is with marriage always complaining." Legolas sighed, and shook his head.
"What are you talking about?" Aragorn demanded, "Poor Frumpy...it's obvious Fatty is screwing the whore."
"Not in front of the baby." Legolas hissed.
"It's still true." Muttered Aragorn but shut up from one evil glare from Legolas.
"Well, I wonder what we can do to help with Frodo?" Legolas wondered aloud. Aragorn shrugged and began to move more boxes.
"I'm sure Sam is just exaggerating."
***Ah the fun has come back into writing.....Sam and Frodo should be returning with more pplz in tow....don't forget to review.***
"Look darling, a letter from Sam and Frodo." Legolas said leisurely from where he sat atop one of the many boxes they had packed when they had decided to move. Everything was already in the new home, except for the few personal belongings they had just brought.
Aragorn looked up from where he was carting a humungous box full of combs.
"Is it really-necessary to bring all these?" Aragorn huffed, as he hefted the weight to his other shoulder. Legolas sighed, and began to play with the baby.
"Really darling, need you ask. After all my hair isn't naturally like this." Legolas said flicking a strand of hair out of his face, then paused, looking at Aragorn and narrowing his eyes mistrustfully, "You haven't told anyone have you?" He asked suspiciously.
Aragorn started to speak but then just shook his head. He shuddered as he thought of the last time he had challenged an issue concerning his husband's hair. Even Galaril had looked at him sympathetically. He put down the box with a sigh of relief and decided to rest a moment.
"Would you like to hear the letter darling?" Legolas asked. Aragorn rolled his eyes, and gave a I-hate-frumpy-and-I-don't-give-a-damn groan, but Legolas began to read anyway.
"Dear Legolas, so far our-"
"Wait a minute." Aragorn interjected.
"What?" Legolas asked angrily.
"If it isn't addressed to me why do I have to listen?" Aragorn asked. Legolas gritted his teeth and continued in a louder voice, ignoring further protests from Aragorn.
"DEAR LEGOLAS, so far our honeymoon has been rather successful considering my new husband has gone absolutely batty. He's become so much like Gimli, always muttering to himself, making creepy advances on strangers, and bursting out in laughter at odd times. The latter he likes to do in the toilet the most. Anyway, I really shouldn't complain, since I got to meet Rosie, and we had an......interesting meeting. We really caught up. Well see you soon and can't wait to show you your presents.
Sam'
"That's the way it is with marriage always complaining." Legolas sighed, and shook his head.
"What are you talking about?" Aragorn demanded, "Poor Frumpy...it's obvious Fatty is screwing the whore."
"Not in front of the baby." Legolas hissed.
"It's still true." Muttered Aragorn but shut up from one evil glare from Legolas.
"Well, I wonder what we can do to help with Frodo?" Legolas wondered aloud. Aragorn shrugged and began to move more boxes.
"I'm sure Sam is just exaggerating."
***Ah the fun has come back into writing.....Sam and Frodo should be returning with more pplz in tow....don't forget to review.***