Wows... got reviews... am I insane? I wonder... Perhaps I'll wake
up soon... Ach, never mind. If this is a dream, it's a good one. Almost
as good as the one where I was making out with Lego-
Muse #1: That's enough!
Nightbird: (pouts)
Well, anyways, I'm back from my tedious and boring vacation. Apparently, they told me it was two weeks just to scare me... Some interesting things that happened were:
1. They forced me to eat all of the buffalo tenders I ordered, though they were slathered with that incredibly hot and spicy Chinese sauce. Whatever it is, it starts with a "w"... They found it incredibly amusing to watch me gasp for air and watch the tears pouring out of my eyes... Ach, my sister's doing an impersonation of me right now. She is so dead!
2. My mummy got me elderflower juice concentrate and didn't dilute it with water. I had it for breakfast, too. She thought it was incredibly amusing, as always. Pure syrup in a cup. Ick. I felt sick afterwards.
3. I read the seven 400-pg. novels I brought with me in five days.
4. A llama spat at me.
5. My sister made friends with the llama.
In response to reviews:
MoroTheWolfGod: Okay. More.
Silvawen the Elf Crumpet: Awwww, don't cry! Not trying to make you bawl! I promise, this chapter is cheerful.
Anthem: Why thank you! Glad to see I am appreciated. :)
Barbara Kennedy: Yep. Poooooooooooooooooor Leggy.
val: Am I really that good?
Laebeth: Hiya! No, he doesn't get *all better*, something equally good (at least in terms of angsty writing) happens. I know the ending already, just leading up to it. :) Glad to hear I picked up a fan.
You know, there's a curse. It's: May you have an eventful life and live in interesting times. Shudders... just imagine...
Disclaimer: Despite my countless attempts to steal Legolas, I still own nothing.
Now, without further idle chatter, I present my latest work:
Chapter Seven: White Rose
Legolas deftly braided his hair into a knot at the top of his head. He paid no attention to Aragorn's bemused looks, or his stares. He simply waited. Finally, Aragorn cleared his throat.
"Of course you realize, that is a woman's hairstyle," he said seriously. Legolas glared at him.
"With hair as long as mine, I cannot go out beyond my territory with loose hair. It gets caught in branches, brambles, bushes, and other annoying things. Women have the right idea." He smiled at Aragorn. "And I don't think anyone will mistake me for a female. Not with my body." Aragorn considered him critically.
"Well, with your cloak on, one would assume you were a woman. And if only your fingers were visible... well, you have slender enough hands to pass for one. That could be useful, I hope you realize." Legolas looked thoughtful.
"Yes, it would, if only for undercover work. But I don't do much of that. If I were to go to town, I might want a female's body simply for the respect I'd get. But I never go to town. I can't stand the stares." He stood up briskly. "I'm going to go clean out the traps. Something tells me I caught a few of the rotten beasts last night."
"Are elven senses really so spectacular? I was raised in Rivendell, but I never got to go on scouting missions." Legolas sat still for a moment to absorb the new information. Raised in Rivendell, eh? Well then.
"Indeed, our senses are spectacular, but I am acting on a hunch this time. I will bid you good day now," Legolas said politely, and he took out his two knives from their cavity in the wall, strapping them to his waist. He took one from its sheath, and frowned. The blade was dangerously thin. He had had it for the past two thousand years, and honed it frequently. It looked as though time had taken its toll upon the knife.
"Something wrong, Ghost?" Legolas nodded grimly. He tossed the dagger hilt-first to Aragorn.
"See?" Aragorn noticed the slenderness of the blade, and he nodded.
"The first time that hits something harder that cheese it'll break in two," Aragorn said gloomily. Legolas sighed. It was as he feared. He drew out the other dagger. It was in as bad condition as the other one. Not from misuse or neglect, but from frequent use over too long a time.
"Well, it seems even elves must eat their words." Aragorn looked at him curiously. Legolas sighed again. "I have neither the ore nor the furnace necessary to make a new pair myself. I must go into the nearest human town." Aragorn sighed as well.
"Which means I shall have to go with you. And we will be even more defenseless than before. Can anything else go wrong?"
"Well, a warg herd could decide to make their home in the cave. I'd say its big enough for about two families. Or-"
"I am not sure I wish to know," Aragorn said, smiling nervously. Legolas laughed. He smiled at Aragorn.
"I want you to know, what I said the other day was rash and I did not mean half of it. I was acting in anger. You're not such a bastard, after all," he said, with a weak smile. "I forgive you for what you said and did." Aragorn's eyebrows raised, and the edges of his mouth quirked upwards.
"I forgive you for smashing my jaw," he said softly. Legolas would have shed a tear, but he didn't feel his pride was up to taking another blow at the moment. //And crying in front of Aragorn requires a level of shamelessness I do not believe I possess. Nor do I have the self-image to not care.//
Instead, he snorted and ruffled the Man's hair. "Arrogance is a vice, let me remind you," he said seriously. Aragorn grinned.
"And yet the wise always say to be true to one's true nature."
"They also say that egotistical personalities are not natural, they are learned." Aragorn furrowed his brow.
"And you're saying huge ego is... bad," he said. Legolas rapped his knuckles with the hilt of his dagger. Aragorn winced.
"Must you?" he asked plaintively. Legolas smiled sweetly.
"The nuns swear by it." Aragorn glared at him.
"You elves are too mysterious to insult enough. Yet you manage to find out about the most miniscule aspects of Human life it almost frightens me." Legolas primly sheathed his daggers and hung them on the wall. He turned back to Aragorn.
"For someone who was raised with the elves... Well, suffice to say that I applaud the Rivendell elves' closemouthed behavior." Aragorn sighed.
"A cryptic answer. No one could mistake you for anything other than an elf." Legolas smiled.
"That's comforting. Now, have any ideas on how we can go unnoticed in your charming mortal's settlement?" Aragorn grinned at him.
"You could always go as my woman-"
Alas, Aragorn was interrupted in his suggestion by the pouring of the water jug down his front by Legolas, who was giving him a dry look.
"Don't push it," Legolas said as he walked out of the cave to refill said jug.
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Legolas waited patiently for Aragorn to catch up, leaning against a birch and reflecting on what had happened the past few days. //I'm beginning to suspect he has feelings for me. He's certainly hinted at it enough, though I cannot imagine what he sees in me. I am a horror to look upon.//
//But then again, he seems not to care. Maybe the light I have shining from within is enough for Aragorn after all.// Legolas smiled, and laughed weakly. //Although I think he's the only reason I even have a light. I know for a fact I was suicidal before he came along.//
"I- don't- see- what's- so- funny!" Aragorn panted out as he dragged himself over to where Legolas stood. Legolas smiled a larger smile.
"Well, it's simply that I was on the verge of putting myself out of my misery when you happened to get caught in my trap, but now it looks like I'm going to die anyway. You're making enough noise that me may stand a chance of scaring the Wargs away, but it'll probably only bring them closer." He began to skip along, pausing a few meters on to let Aragorn catch up.
"And- yet- you- still- manage- to- be- cheerful," Aragorn commented, and he abruptly sat down at Legolas's feet. Legolas smiled charmingly.
"That's because elves are too proud to admit to weaknesses and suicidal thoughts around Humans."
"You just did," Aragorn remarked, drinking out of his water canteen and leaning against Legolas's shins.
"You don't count, Kings never do. Mostly because they keep getting suicidal thoughts themselves. Now, are we both clear on how you behave in town?"
"No lifting my hood, no speaking to strangers except the odd grunt or a nod of my head, no getting into fights and absolutely no starting them," Aragorn recited, a bored look on his face. "Is that really all necessary?"
"Yes, if you plan on coming back with me, which, may I remind you, you have insisted on doing, for what reasons I cannot fathom. Are you really certain you don't wish to be flagged down and rescued?" Aragorn merely smiled up at him.
"I've given up on the path of leadership long ago. I choose exile." He stopped smiling. "Ghost, I am dead serious. I am not leaving you, and if I have my way I never shall. You need someone around you, or you're going to end up killing yourself." Legolas stared at Aragorn numbly, his face as cold as ice.
"Why?" he asked simply, dropping down to sit next to the Man. //Maybe- oh, if only-// Aragorn looked at him, a tired expression on his face.
"Because, about a week ago, I fell into a trap, twisted my ankle, and fell in love with my rescuer. You." Legolas gaped at him, openmouthed.
"Y-you- ... you love me," he repeated, disbelief and a profound hope rising in his eyes. //What? He said he loves me... OH MY GOD! HE'S SERIOUS! Oh my god oh my god oh my god- I think I might faint-//
//He's not leaving me after all! I have a chance with him! He's not going to run off and rule Gondor! He's serious! Help... I wish I remembered what to do...// Legolas smiled weakly, and clutched the tree for support. "All I can think of to say is 'what?' " he said truthfully. "And something along the lines of 'hooray'." Aragorn smiled at him.
"Ghost, you're quite lovable sometimes," he said softly, wrapping an arm around him. Legolas smiled again as the world grew dim around him.
"My name's Legolas," he remembered correcting, before the world turned black.
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Aragorn held his arms out and caught Legolas as he slumped forward. //I think he's fainted.// Aragorn tapped him on the forehead. "Gh- I mean, Legolas? If you don't quit it I'll cut all your hair..."
Aragorn waited. Legolas went on breathing rhythmically. "Yep. He's definitely fainted," he muttered under his breath. Just then, Legolas stirred and let out a groan.
"Owch," he whispered, smiling up at Aragorn. "Never make me faint again. It's vastly unpleasant." Aragorn smiled back.
"Feeling a bit ill? Your face- well, what I can see of it- is the most alarming ashen white I have ever laid eyes upon." Legolas shook his head.
" 'M fine," he mumbled. "You?"
"Nothing happened while you were out."
"Good. I don't want anything to happen to you," he said, feebly trying to push himself up. Aragorn helped, laying a hand in the small of his back and lifting him upwards. //He's so cute sometimes!!! I'm very lucky to have found someone like him.// Legolas waved a hand experimentally, then noted the red tint to the sky and sighed.
"I need rest, you need rest, it's around twilight, and I think I'll be useless for helping you set up the camp." Aragorn stared at him, shaking his head. //And he's also an elf. Of which I am constantly reminded.//
"Well, there's the abandoned bear hollow underneath those rosebushes... Think we can make it over there?" Legolas nodded, a determined look on his face, and he grabbed the tree, pulling himself up. Once he had gotten ahold of an eye-level branch, he offered a hand to Aragorn. Aragorn smiled at him gratefully, and took his hand with a grunt as he levered himself off the forest floor.
When they were standing next to each other, Legolas wrapped an arm underneath Aragorn's and they began to limp over to the cluster of rosebushes together. When they had reached it, Legolas turned to Aragorn.
"Uh... do you remember how I told you that I cut open the stomach of the Watcher with my sword?" he asked hesitantly. Aragorn nodded.
"Why do you ask?"
"Because that was a lie. I actually used magic. And I was going to force-grow a few more edible plants for us to eat and sleep upon. If that doesn't make you freaked out, that is," he added hurriedly. Aragorn stared at him.
"Not really. I'm actually quite impressed you managed to keep it from me all this time." Legolas smiled at him sweetly, and Aragorn's heart skipped a beat. //Gods, he's adorable.//
"Right then. Back off until you can't see what I'm doing and I'll get to the magic." //And he also has several infuriating points to his personality.//
"Can't I at least watch you do it?" Aragorn asked plaintively. Legolas shook his head severely.
"Elf secrets were not meant to be told. Now shoo!" he commanded, the severity in his voice somewhat lessened by the fact he was sitting on the bracken-choked forest floor, leaning against a sapling to keep his torso above ground level. Aragorn looked down at him despairingly.
"First the Imladris elves and now the Mirkwood elves are becoming mystical hermits. Dratted elven secrecy, you're no fun at all," Aragorn muttered, turning around and covering his eyes with the palms of his hands. He could hear Legolas laughing.
"And drat elven hearing, as well!" he grumbled a bit louder. Legolas bit back his laughter, and all was silent. Aragorn waited patiently for what seemed to him like ages, keeping his peace until Legolas sighed and called his name. Turning around, he had to catch Legolas as he fell forward towards him. But the sight that met his eyes was more than worth the wait.
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A/n: Hehehehe... ke ke ke aha ha ha... I decided to be annoying and leave a pestering little cliffhanger. Ahem: When ye review, me hearties:
1. Tell me if I am actually a decent author
2. Comment all you want on my randomness
3. Moan to me about your problems with the story
It's okay, I think I've gotten past the fear of rejection. :) Well, so long and don't forget to review, as reviews make my day and inspire me to write. Lol, p.s.: Anyone want to be an utterly evil human wench OC? In a chapter or so ye'll be put up. :) Byez! Shade and sweet water to ye!
Muse #1: That's enough!
Nightbird: (pouts)
Well, anyways, I'm back from my tedious and boring vacation. Apparently, they told me it was two weeks just to scare me... Some interesting things that happened were:
1. They forced me to eat all of the buffalo tenders I ordered, though they were slathered with that incredibly hot and spicy Chinese sauce. Whatever it is, it starts with a "w"... They found it incredibly amusing to watch me gasp for air and watch the tears pouring out of my eyes... Ach, my sister's doing an impersonation of me right now. She is so dead!
2. My mummy got me elderflower juice concentrate and didn't dilute it with water. I had it for breakfast, too. She thought it was incredibly amusing, as always. Pure syrup in a cup. Ick. I felt sick afterwards.
3. I read the seven 400-pg. novels I brought with me in five days.
4. A llama spat at me.
5. My sister made friends with the llama.
In response to reviews:
MoroTheWolfGod: Okay. More.
Silvawen the Elf Crumpet: Awwww, don't cry! Not trying to make you bawl! I promise, this chapter is cheerful.
Anthem: Why thank you! Glad to see I am appreciated. :)
Barbara Kennedy: Yep. Poooooooooooooooooor Leggy.
val: Am I really that good?
Laebeth: Hiya! No, he doesn't get *all better*, something equally good (at least in terms of angsty writing) happens. I know the ending already, just leading up to it. :) Glad to hear I picked up a fan.
You know, there's a curse. It's: May you have an eventful life and live in interesting times. Shudders... just imagine...
Disclaimer: Despite my countless attempts to steal Legolas, I still own nothing.
Now, without further idle chatter, I present my latest work:
Chapter Seven: White Rose
Legolas deftly braided his hair into a knot at the top of his head. He paid no attention to Aragorn's bemused looks, or his stares. He simply waited. Finally, Aragorn cleared his throat.
"Of course you realize, that is a woman's hairstyle," he said seriously. Legolas glared at him.
"With hair as long as mine, I cannot go out beyond my territory with loose hair. It gets caught in branches, brambles, bushes, and other annoying things. Women have the right idea." He smiled at Aragorn. "And I don't think anyone will mistake me for a female. Not with my body." Aragorn considered him critically.
"Well, with your cloak on, one would assume you were a woman. And if only your fingers were visible... well, you have slender enough hands to pass for one. That could be useful, I hope you realize." Legolas looked thoughtful.
"Yes, it would, if only for undercover work. But I don't do much of that. If I were to go to town, I might want a female's body simply for the respect I'd get. But I never go to town. I can't stand the stares." He stood up briskly. "I'm going to go clean out the traps. Something tells me I caught a few of the rotten beasts last night."
"Are elven senses really so spectacular? I was raised in Rivendell, but I never got to go on scouting missions." Legolas sat still for a moment to absorb the new information. Raised in Rivendell, eh? Well then.
"Indeed, our senses are spectacular, but I am acting on a hunch this time. I will bid you good day now," Legolas said politely, and he took out his two knives from their cavity in the wall, strapping them to his waist. He took one from its sheath, and frowned. The blade was dangerously thin. He had had it for the past two thousand years, and honed it frequently. It looked as though time had taken its toll upon the knife.
"Something wrong, Ghost?" Legolas nodded grimly. He tossed the dagger hilt-first to Aragorn.
"See?" Aragorn noticed the slenderness of the blade, and he nodded.
"The first time that hits something harder that cheese it'll break in two," Aragorn said gloomily. Legolas sighed. It was as he feared. He drew out the other dagger. It was in as bad condition as the other one. Not from misuse or neglect, but from frequent use over too long a time.
"Well, it seems even elves must eat their words." Aragorn looked at him curiously. Legolas sighed again. "I have neither the ore nor the furnace necessary to make a new pair myself. I must go into the nearest human town." Aragorn sighed as well.
"Which means I shall have to go with you. And we will be even more defenseless than before. Can anything else go wrong?"
"Well, a warg herd could decide to make their home in the cave. I'd say its big enough for about two families. Or-"
"I am not sure I wish to know," Aragorn said, smiling nervously. Legolas laughed. He smiled at Aragorn.
"I want you to know, what I said the other day was rash and I did not mean half of it. I was acting in anger. You're not such a bastard, after all," he said, with a weak smile. "I forgive you for what you said and did." Aragorn's eyebrows raised, and the edges of his mouth quirked upwards.
"I forgive you for smashing my jaw," he said softly. Legolas would have shed a tear, but he didn't feel his pride was up to taking another blow at the moment. //And crying in front of Aragorn requires a level of shamelessness I do not believe I possess. Nor do I have the self-image to not care.//
Instead, he snorted and ruffled the Man's hair. "Arrogance is a vice, let me remind you," he said seriously. Aragorn grinned.
"And yet the wise always say to be true to one's true nature."
"They also say that egotistical personalities are not natural, they are learned." Aragorn furrowed his brow.
"And you're saying huge ego is... bad," he said. Legolas rapped his knuckles with the hilt of his dagger. Aragorn winced.
"Must you?" he asked plaintively. Legolas smiled sweetly.
"The nuns swear by it." Aragorn glared at him.
"You elves are too mysterious to insult enough. Yet you manage to find out about the most miniscule aspects of Human life it almost frightens me." Legolas primly sheathed his daggers and hung them on the wall. He turned back to Aragorn.
"For someone who was raised with the elves... Well, suffice to say that I applaud the Rivendell elves' closemouthed behavior." Aragorn sighed.
"A cryptic answer. No one could mistake you for anything other than an elf." Legolas smiled.
"That's comforting. Now, have any ideas on how we can go unnoticed in your charming mortal's settlement?" Aragorn grinned at him.
"You could always go as my woman-"
Alas, Aragorn was interrupted in his suggestion by the pouring of the water jug down his front by Legolas, who was giving him a dry look.
"Don't push it," Legolas said as he walked out of the cave to refill said jug.
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Legolas waited patiently for Aragorn to catch up, leaning against a birch and reflecting on what had happened the past few days. //I'm beginning to suspect he has feelings for me. He's certainly hinted at it enough, though I cannot imagine what he sees in me. I am a horror to look upon.//
//But then again, he seems not to care. Maybe the light I have shining from within is enough for Aragorn after all.// Legolas smiled, and laughed weakly. //Although I think he's the only reason I even have a light. I know for a fact I was suicidal before he came along.//
"I- don't- see- what's- so- funny!" Aragorn panted out as he dragged himself over to where Legolas stood. Legolas smiled a larger smile.
"Well, it's simply that I was on the verge of putting myself out of my misery when you happened to get caught in my trap, but now it looks like I'm going to die anyway. You're making enough noise that me may stand a chance of scaring the Wargs away, but it'll probably only bring them closer." He began to skip along, pausing a few meters on to let Aragorn catch up.
"And- yet- you- still- manage- to- be- cheerful," Aragorn commented, and he abruptly sat down at Legolas's feet. Legolas smiled charmingly.
"That's because elves are too proud to admit to weaknesses and suicidal thoughts around Humans."
"You just did," Aragorn remarked, drinking out of his water canteen and leaning against Legolas's shins.
"You don't count, Kings never do. Mostly because they keep getting suicidal thoughts themselves. Now, are we both clear on how you behave in town?"
"No lifting my hood, no speaking to strangers except the odd grunt or a nod of my head, no getting into fights and absolutely no starting them," Aragorn recited, a bored look on his face. "Is that really all necessary?"
"Yes, if you plan on coming back with me, which, may I remind you, you have insisted on doing, for what reasons I cannot fathom. Are you really certain you don't wish to be flagged down and rescued?" Aragorn merely smiled up at him.
"I've given up on the path of leadership long ago. I choose exile." He stopped smiling. "Ghost, I am dead serious. I am not leaving you, and if I have my way I never shall. You need someone around you, or you're going to end up killing yourself." Legolas stared at Aragorn numbly, his face as cold as ice.
"Why?" he asked simply, dropping down to sit next to the Man. //Maybe- oh, if only-// Aragorn looked at him, a tired expression on his face.
"Because, about a week ago, I fell into a trap, twisted my ankle, and fell in love with my rescuer. You." Legolas gaped at him, openmouthed.
"Y-you- ... you love me," he repeated, disbelief and a profound hope rising in his eyes. //What? He said he loves me... OH MY GOD! HE'S SERIOUS! Oh my god oh my god oh my god- I think I might faint-//
//He's not leaving me after all! I have a chance with him! He's not going to run off and rule Gondor! He's serious! Help... I wish I remembered what to do...// Legolas smiled weakly, and clutched the tree for support. "All I can think of to say is 'what?' " he said truthfully. "And something along the lines of 'hooray'." Aragorn smiled at him.
"Ghost, you're quite lovable sometimes," he said softly, wrapping an arm around him. Legolas smiled again as the world grew dim around him.
"My name's Legolas," he remembered correcting, before the world turned black.
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Aragorn held his arms out and caught Legolas as he slumped forward. //I think he's fainted.// Aragorn tapped him on the forehead. "Gh- I mean, Legolas? If you don't quit it I'll cut all your hair..."
Aragorn waited. Legolas went on breathing rhythmically. "Yep. He's definitely fainted," he muttered under his breath. Just then, Legolas stirred and let out a groan.
"Owch," he whispered, smiling up at Aragorn. "Never make me faint again. It's vastly unpleasant." Aragorn smiled back.
"Feeling a bit ill? Your face- well, what I can see of it- is the most alarming ashen white I have ever laid eyes upon." Legolas shook his head.
" 'M fine," he mumbled. "You?"
"Nothing happened while you were out."
"Good. I don't want anything to happen to you," he said, feebly trying to push himself up. Aragorn helped, laying a hand in the small of his back and lifting him upwards. //He's so cute sometimes!!! I'm very lucky to have found someone like him.// Legolas waved a hand experimentally, then noted the red tint to the sky and sighed.
"I need rest, you need rest, it's around twilight, and I think I'll be useless for helping you set up the camp." Aragorn stared at him, shaking his head. //And he's also an elf. Of which I am constantly reminded.//
"Well, there's the abandoned bear hollow underneath those rosebushes... Think we can make it over there?" Legolas nodded, a determined look on his face, and he grabbed the tree, pulling himself up. Once he had gotten ahold of an eye-level branch, he offered a hand to Aragorn. Aragorn smiled at him gratefully, and took his hand with a grunt as he levered himself off the forest floor.
When they were standing next to each other, Legolas wrapped an arm underneath Aragorn's and they began to limp over to the cluster of rosebushes together. When they had reached it, Legolas turned to Aragorn.
"Uh... do you remember how I told you that I cut open the stomach of the Watcher with my sword?" he asked hesitantly. Aragorn nodded.
"Why do you ask?"
"Because that was a lie. I actually used magic. And I was going to force-grow a few more edible plants for us to eat and sleep upon. If that doesn't make you freaked out, that is," he added hurriedly. Aragorn stared at him.
"Not really. I'm actually quite impressed you managed to keep it from me all this time." Legolas smiled at him sweetly, and Aragorn's heart skipped a beat. //Gods, he's adorable.//
"Right then. Back off until you can't see what I'm doing and I'll get to the magic." //And he also has several infuriating points to his personality.//
"Can't I at least watch you do it?" Aragorn asked plaintively. Legolas shook his head severely.
"Elf secrets were not meant to be told. Now shoo!" he commanded, the severity in his voice somewhat lessened by the fact he was sitting on the bracken-choked forest floor, leaning against a sapling to keep his torso above ground level. Aragorn looked down at him despairingly.
"First the Imladris elves and now the Mirkwood elves are becoming mystical hermits. Dratted elven secrecy, you're no fun at all," Aragorn muttered, turning around and covering his eyes with the palms of his hands. He could hear Legolas laughing.
"And drat elven hearing, as well!" he grumbled a bit louder. Legolas bit back his laughter, and all was silent. Aragorn waited patiently for what seemed to him like ages, keeping his peace until Legolas sighed and called his name. Turning around, he had to catch Legolas as he fell forward towards him. But the sight that met his eyes was more than worth the wait.
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A/n: Hehehehe... ke ke ke aha ha ha... I decided to be annoying and leave a pestering little cliffhanger. Ahem: When ye review, me hearties:
1. Tell me if I am actually a decent author
2. Comment all you want on my randomness
3. Moan to me about your problems with the story
It's okay, I think I've gotten past the fear of rejection. :) Well, so long and don't forget to review, as reviews make my day and inspire me to write. Lol, p.s.: Anyone want to be an utterly evil human wench OC? In a chapter or so ye'll be put up. :) Byez! Shade and sweet water to ye!