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Chapter Nine- Talks and Thoughts
Legolas and Faith had long since separated when 10 men decided to bound, unannounced into the room.
"Christ, Fay," Lance snorted in mild annoyance. "We've been lookin' everywhere for you."
"I've been here."
"For how long?"
The question seemed innocent enough, but Faith caught the mischievous glint in Shane's baby blue eyes as he glanced at the only inhuman in the room.
"Shane..."
The dark haired man threw her a grin hopped onto the dresser top while shrugging his broad shoulders.
Legolas watched the interaction with equal parts of amusement, confusion, and even envy.
'They must know each well if they can catch hidden meanings in so few words.'
'Of course they do fool,' another part of his mind chastised. 'Aren't they general and soldier? Haven't they been together for 4 years? Dependent on each other? Don't they...'
'I understand!'
If Legolas hadn't been so focused on his mental battle he might have noticed the men's eyes shifting between him and the woman, grins growing.
"Uh, Legolas?"
The sound of his name brought the elf out of his daze.
"Yes, Connor?"
"Your father says to tell you to prepare for the party."
"Of course."
Standing from the wooden chair, he turned to Faith and bowed slightly.
"Lady General."
He then turned and nodded his golden head towards the men.
"Gentlemen."
Bidding them farewell he turned and walked out the door shutting it silently behind him.
"Don't start."
Her tone was warning as she laid back on the bed, but, as she suspected, they ignored her.
"So what have you been up to in here?" Joe asked, wiggling his dark brows suggestively.
"That is none of your fucking business."
"It was that good, huh?"
Before the Russian man could say any more Faith reached up and took hold of his left ear, pulling him down towards her. Her eyes narrowed and her voice was threatening.
"If I ever hear you talking about us like that again, I will throw you head first out that window. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Good."
As soon as he was released Ivan backed away, rubbing his sore ear soothingly. He loved Faith like a sister but there were times when she scared him shitless.
The others knew that the time for teasing their leader had passed so the grins were quickly wiped from their faces. However, they also knew they had to try and make Faith see the obvious attraction between her and the Prince. Try, being the key word.
"Fay, why don't you find yourself a guy?" Alex asked, the first to break the silence and venture towards the bed.
"What the hell do I need a guy for?" she questioned in contempt while her eyes focused on him. "To depend on? Hell, no. I'm independent. For... Comfort? I deal with shit on my own. Companionship? No. I have you. Protection? Fuck off."
"Protection... Fuck... Off."
"Brad, what the fuck are you doin'?"
Faith's hazel eyes narrowed on the blonde as he looked up from his notepad sheepishly and shrugged his shoulders.
"It makes me wonder what you're gonna do when you run out of paper."
The woman grinned as Brad's dark green eyes widened and he started to count his remaining pieces of paper.
"You're changing the subject, Fay," Tony said in some annoyance.
"What subject?" she asked, feigning innocence.
"You know what subject."
Faith's gaze shifted to the man sitting at the foot of her bed.
"Have I ever told you, you have the patience of a dead Buddhist monk?"
Alex nodded, a smile tugging at his lips.
"There's nothing to talk about. Besides that, most guys are terrified of me."
"And they should be," Kevin interrupted. "The last guy that asked for your name ended up with a broken nose."
Faith sat up abruptly, righteous indignation shinning for all to see.
"That only happened 'cause while he was so 'innocently' asking for my name his hand latched itself onto my ass! He's fuckin' lucky all I broke was his nose! I should have castrated him."
The men surrounded her groaned and shuddered in horror and imagined pain. Few could cause pain like Fay. She was the only one they personally knew that, if provoked enough, would do exactly what she said without a second thought to the matter. She was a dangerous woman when she wanted to be and even when she didn't. Her posture, attitude, and the knowing glint in her hard eyes tended to intimidate many that met her.
"There was also that time when a street punk thought that Fay would be an easy victim," Joe recalled, the others laughing at the memory.
"Oh, yeah," Brad nodded grinning widely. "She broke his nose, left wrist, two fingers, and right ankle."
"I did not break his ankle. He did that tryin' to run away."
"I wonder why he was runnin'?" Ivan questioned looking pointedly at Faith. "Shit, I would run to."
"What the fuck you talkin' about jackass?" Lance asked, smirking at his friend. "You do run."
"Hey! Any sane person would. Their ass off to."
"Seriously though Faith," Kevin started calmly, quietly. "You need somebody. Somebody not us."
The woman sighed and turned her gaze towards the window.
"What do you expect me do to? Marry? Live happily ever after in a two story house with a white picket fence and 2.5 kids?" She shook her head. "That life is not mine, nor will it ever be."
"What about a good lay?"
The others groaned loudly. Ivan really was an idiot.
Faith just looked at him.
"I will not degrade myself into sleeping with someone I don't love, and I am incapable of that emotion."
"You don't love us?" Justin asked in mock pain.
She grinned and swatted the back of his head playfully.
"You know what I mean."
"Does anybody know when Legolas' party is?" Connor inquired, breaking the comfortable silence and stumbling slightly over the elven name.
"Some time tonight," Faith answered. "Legolas'll come to get us and if not him then someone else."
The men's gazes turned once more towards their leader, the youngest's expressions blank.
"How do you do that?" Tony asked in wide eyed wonder.
Faith raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Do what?"
"That's the first time we've heard you say the guy's name and you already have it perfected."
She shrugged while Justin answered.
"She has a knack for languages. You should know that by now, Tons."
"I didn't think she could do it in the dream world."
There was another bout of silence as all eyes shifted to the youngest soldier. Slowly Faith stood and walked towards the man standing in front of the vanity beside a sitting Joe. A slap reverberated through the room.
"Oww! Fay!"
"You are fuckin' lucky there are no toilets I can flush your head down, you little dipshit. This is NOT a dream!"
Tony nodded his head absently still rubbing his stinging cheek.
Moving back towards the bed she paused and turned to face her men.
"Go back to your rooms and get ready for the party."
"Why?" Ivan whined. He was never one for wearing a suit.
"Because I said so. If you don't have anything else to wear snag an elf and ask them. Tell 'em that you need something suitable for the prince's feast, and use those words. The last thing I need is for you to embarrass me by your lack of proper speaking skills in public."
Nodding at their new orders, the men filed out of the room. Before the door shut she heard Lance comment,
"Who made it proper anyways?"
They disappeared down the hall as Faith shut the door soundly, shaking her head. With no one to distract her she was left alone, once again, with her thoughts, the little voices in her head. Not good.
She had little hope of returning home and knew that she and her troop needed their basic needs attended to. Hell, they needed teachers for that matter. While she knew that they had all the needed in this forest she didn't want to stay. Her men were tainted simply by association and she refused to stain this land and its people as well.
Then there was Legolas. The elf was dangerous, perhaps more than she herself was. In a matter of a few hours he had managed to crawl under her skin like no one ever could. One day. One damn day and she already thought of him almost an the same level as her men!
For a brief while she allowed her mind to drift, to envision him by her side in battle, in play, in bed... She shook her head clearing the wayward thoughts. Dwelling on something that could not be only brought pain. Besides, he wouldn't accept her once he knew about her past. The horrors she'd seen as a child. The horrors she'd caused.
Alone in his chambers Legolas continued to ready himself. He was torn between wanting to hide, to avoid Aelinlaure, and wanting to go, to see Faith.
She was an interesting mixture of light and dark. Life and death. She was a complex puzzle. One he knew he could spend lifetimes on and still not solve, but that didn't mean he couldn't try.
Sadness descended as he recalled that while he may have lifetimes to spend, she did not. How could the Valar be so cruel as to send the challenge he had always longed for in life in the form of the feisty, often times rude, yet truly amazing woman only for her to be mortal? He knew deep in his heart there was something that could be done, but what? She and her troop of men were not from this world so maybe.... maybe certain rules didn't apply to them.
Aelinlaure stood thinking of the up coming party as a horde of servants tended to her, rushing wildly in order to prepare her in time. The Morningstar was anxiously waiting to see the Golden Prince again. He was the perfect example of an elven male. Beautiful and deadly.
Suddenly her thoughts drifted to the woman who called herself Angel. Anger swept through her as she remembered the insolent human. How dare the filthy little mortal act as her equal?! The prince's equal?! Since when did Thranduil allow humans free reign into the kingdom.
Then the answer came to her. The woman had to be of some importance, but should she stand in the way of her having Legolas she would just have to be disposed of.
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There you have it. Rather short, I agree, but it's the best I could do.
I have writer's block so don't expect the next chapter any time soon.
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shiggity-shiggity- Love the name. LOL
caramel
Smiley Face3- Every story needs a bitch.
Moira- Don't feel too bad. I don't really like it either.
Elróthiel- LOL Yours certainly made me laugh. Great. By the way when I remember the name I'll give to you.
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Once again I would love to thank those that take the time to give your opinions and I can only more would do so.
Chapter Nine- Talks and Thoughts
Legolas and Faith had long since separated when 10 men decided to bound, unannounced into the room.
"Christ, Fay," Lance snorted in mild annoyance. "We've been lookin' everywhere for you."
"I've been here."
"For how long?"
The question seemed innocent enough, but Faith caught the mischievous glint in Shane's baby blue eyes as he glanced at the only inhuman in the room.
"Shane..."
The dark haired man threw her a grin hopped onto the dresser top while shrugging his broad shoulders.
Legolas watched the interaction with equal parts of amusement, confusion, and even envy.
'They must know each well if they can catch hidden meanings in so few words.'
'Of course they do fool,' another part of his mind chastised. 'Aren't they general and soldier? Haven't they been together for 4 years? Dependent on each other? Don't they...'
'I understand!'
If Legolas hadn't been so focused on his mental battle he might have noticed the men's eyes shifting between him and the woman, grins growing.
"Uh, Legolas?"
The sound of his name brought the elf out of his daze.
"Yes, Connor?"
"Your father says to tell you to prepare for the party."
"Of course."
Standing from the wooden chair, he turned to Faith and bowed slightly.
"Lady General."
He then turned and nodded his golden head towards the men.
"Gentlemen."
Bidding them farewell he turned and walked out the door shutting it silently behind him.
"Don't start."
Her tone was warning as she laid back on the bed, but, as she suspected, they ignored her.
"So what have you been up to in here?" Joe asked, wiggling his dark brows suggestively.
"That is none of your fucking business."
"It was that good, huh?"
Before the Russian man could say any more Faith reached up and took hold of his left ear, pulling him down towards her. Her eyes narrowed and her voice was threatening.
"If I ever hear you talking about us like that again, I will throw you head first out that window. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Good."
As soon as he was released Ivan backed away, rubbing his sore ear soothingly. He loved Faith like a sister but there were times when she scared him shitless.
The others knew that the time for teasing their leader had passed so the grins were quickly wiped from their faces. However, they also knew they had to try and make Faith see the obvious attraction between her and the Prince. Try, being the key word.
"Fay, why don't you find yourself a guy?" Alex asked, the first to break the silence and venture towards the bed.
"What the hell do I need a guy for?" she questioned in contempt while her eyes focused on him. "To depend on? Hell, no. I'm independent. For... Comfort? I deal with shit on my own. Companionship? No. I have you. Protection? Fuck off."
"Protection... Fuck... Off."
"Brad, what the fuck are you doin'?"
Faith's hazel eyes narrowed on the blonde as he looked up from his notepad sheepishly and shrugged his shoulders.
"It makes me wonder what you're gonna do when you run out of paper."
The woman grinned as Brad's dark green eyes widened and he started to count his remaining pieces of paper.
"You're changing the subject, Fay," Tony said in some annoyance.
"What subject?" she asked, feigning innocence.
"You know what subject."
Faith's gaze shifted to the man sitting at the foot of her bed.
"Have I ever told you, you have the patience of a dead Buddhist monk?"
Alex nodded, a smile tugging at his lips.
"There's nothing to talk about. Besides that, most guys are terrified of me."
"And they should be," Kevin interrupted. "The last guy that asked for your name ended up with a broken nose."
Faith sat up abruptly, righteous indignation shinning for all to see.
"That only happened 'cause while he was so 'innocently' asking for my name his hand latched itself onto my ass! He's fuckin' lucky all I broke was his nose! I should have castrated him."
The men surrounded her groaned and shuddered in horror and imagined pain. Few could cause pain like Fay. She was the only one they personally knew that, if provoked enough, would do exactly what she said without a second thought to the matter. She was a dangerous woman when she wanted to be and even when she didn't. Her posture, attitude, and the knowing glint in her hard eyes tended to intimidate many that met her.
"There was also that time when a street punk thought that Fay would be an easy victim," Joe recalled, the others laughing at the memory.
"Oh, yeah," Brad nodded grinning widely. "She broke his nose, left wrist, two fingers, and right ankle."
"I did not break his ankle. He did that tryin' to run away."
"I wonder why he was runnin'?" Ivan questioned looking pointedly at Faith. "Shit, I would run to."
"What the fuck you talkin' about jackass?" Lance asked, smirking at his friend. "You do run."
"Hey! Any sane person would. Their ass off to."
"Seriously though Faith," Kevin started calmly, quietly. "You need somebody. Somebody not us."
The woman sighed and turned her gaze towards the window.
"What do you expect me do to? Marry? Live happily ever after in a two story house with a white picket fence and 2.5 kids?" She shook her head. "That life is not mine, nor will it ever be."
"What about a good lay?"
The others groaned loudly. Ivan really was an idiot.
Faith just looked at him.
"I will not degrade myself into sleeping with someone I don't love, and I am incapable of that emotion."
"You don't love us?" Justin asked in mock pain.
She grinned and swatted the back of his head playfully.
"You know what I mean."
"Does anybody know when Legolas' party is?" Connor inquired, breaking the comfortable silence and stumbling slightly over the elven name.
"Some time tonight," Faith answered. "Legolas'll come to get us and if not him then someone else."
The men's gazes turned once more towards their leader, the youngest's expressions blank.
"How do you do that?" Tony asked in wide eyed wonder.
Faith raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Do what?"
"That's the first time we've heard you say the guy's name and you already have it perfected."
She shrugged while Justin answered.
"She has a knack for languages. You should know that by now, Tons."
"I didn't think she could do it in the dream world."
There was another bout of silence as all eyes shifted to the youngest soldier. Slowly Faith stood and walked towards the man standing in front of the vanity beside a sitting Joe. A slap reverberated through the room.
"Oww! Fay!"
"You are fuckin' lucky there are no toilets I can flush your head down, you little dipshit. This is NOT a dream!"
Tony nodded his head absently still rubbing his stinging cheek.
Moving back towards the bed she paused and turned to face her men.
"Go back to your rooms and get ready for the party."
"Why?" Ivan whined. He was never one for wearing a suit.
"Because I said so. If you don't have anything else to wear snag an elf and ask them. Tell 'em that you need something suitable for the prince's feast, and use those words. The last thing I need is for you to embarrass me by your lack of proper speaking skills in public."
Nodding at their new orders, the men filed out of the room. Before the door shut she heard Lance comment,
"Who made it proper anyways?"
They disappeared down the hall as Faith shut the door soundly, shaking her head. With no one to distract her she was left alone, once again, with her thoughts, the little voices in her head. Not good.
She had little hope of returning home and knew that she and her troop needed their basic needs attended to. Hell, they needed teachers for that matter. While she knew that they had all the needed in this forest she didn't want to stay. Her men were tainted simply by association and she refused to stain this land and its people as well.
Then there was Legolas. The elf was dangerous, perhaps more than she herself was. In a matter of a few hours he had managed to crawl under her skin like no one ever could. One day. One damn day and she already thought of him almost an the same level as her men!
For a brief while she allowed her mind to drift, to envision him by her side in battle, in play, in bed... She shook her head clearing the wayward thoughts. Dwelling on something that could not be only brought pain. Besides, he wouldn't accept her once he knew about her past. The horrors she'd seen as a child. The horrors she'd caused.
Alone in his chambers Legolas continued to ready himself. He was torn between wanting to hide, to avoid Aelinlaure, and wanting to go, to see Faith.
She was an interesting mixture of light and dark. Life and death. She was a complex puzzle. One he knew he could spend lifetimes on and still not solve, but that didn't mean he couldn't try.
Sadness descended as he recalled that while he may have lifetimes to spend, she did not. How could the Valar be so cruel as to send the challenge he had always longed for in life in the form of the feisty, often times rude, yet truly amazing woman only for her to be mortal? He knew deep in his heart there was something that could be done, but what? She and her troop of men were not from this world so maybe.... maybe certain rules didn't apply to them.
Aelinlaure stood thinking of the up coming party as a horde of servants tended to her, rushing wildly in order to prepare her in time. The Morningstar was anxiously waiting to see the Golden Prince again. He was the perfect example of an elven male. Beautiful and deadly.
Suddenly her thoughts drifted to the woman who called herself Angel. Anger swept through her as she remembered the insolent human. How dare the filthy little mortal act as her equal?! The prince's equal?! Since when did Thranduil allow humans free reign into the kingdom.
Then the answer came to her. The woman had to be of some importance, but should she stand in the way of her having Legolas she would just have to be disposed of.
*******************************************************************************************
There you have it. Rather short, I agree, but it's the best I could do.
I have writer's block so don't expect the next chapter any time soon.
REVIEW!!! Pretty please? I need to know if I should keep going.
See ya!