AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry that parts of the last chapter there were scrunched. I
wrote it really late at night and wasn't paying much attention to that sort
of thing. Thanks and enjoy this goofy story!
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Legolas stared at the limp form in his arms. Now what was he going to do? He wondered. The Prince sighed and tried to think. Unfortunately, all that came to mind was how good it felt to hold her. Christine's hair brushed against his cheek, making him marvel at how soft it was.
'Stop those thoughts now! They are not helping this situation!' his mind scolded.
Shaking himself, Legolas carefully carried her towards the building, which he presumed was where she lived. Perhaps she had something in there that could revive her. That's when he heard a groan escape her.
"What? What happened?" she asked groggily.
"You fainted." Legolas told her.
Her eyes widened upon seeing him. "So it WASN'T a dream! You really are Legolas and you really are standing there-" she paused for a moment, realizing that he was still carrying her.
"Carrying me towards my house." She finished.
Legolas couldn't help but smile at her. "Now you believe me I see."
Christine nodded. "Mine as well, I suppose." She conceded, nearly turning to butter upon seeing his smile.
'Close enough.' Legolas decided. "Now, would you like me to put you down or are you still unfit to walk?"
'Just keep talking to me and I never will be.' She thought, reveling in that lovely voice of his for the umpteenth time. Damn, it was like an aphrodisiac to her body.
"No, I don't think I can stand yet. Well, I'm too nervous to anyway." She lied.
Christine looked up to see Legolas grinning at her, knowing she wasn't telling him the truth. She blushed profusely. How was it that this man, well Elf actually, could affect her so much?
Christine stifled a sigh of disappointment when Legolas set her down on her porch. Despite the summer heat, she felt a bit colder now that she wasn't near him. Knowing it would do no good to dwell on that, she derailed that train of thought. All she should worry about now was how to get Legolas home.
"So," she said finally, breaking the silence. "How did you get here?"
"Well, I was just exploring the Fangorn woods when suddenly a white light engulfed me. Then shortly after, I woke up here."
"Anything else?"
"That's all I remember." He answered, then sighed.
Christine frowned. "Well, come inside and I'll get you some cooler clothes on. I don't want you cooking in that outfit while we figure out this whole situation."
Legolas followed her inside, even though he thought there was nothing wrong with his attire. Still, he did feel some sweat building around the collar of his dark green tunic.
Once they were inside, she took Legolas upstairs and into one of the bedrooms.
"Alright, I have some oversized tank tops that might fit you, I think." Christine said conversationally while she dug through her suitcase.
Legolas took that time to around the room. It was simply decorated as though it was only for guests and not for any permanent resident of the house. Just a bed, a chest of drawers, a mirror and a night table acted as the furniture. That could only mean that Christine was just visiting this place and didn't live here.
One of the tank tops that she had mentioned was tossed at him, breaking Legolas out of his thoughts. Thankfully, his Elven reflexes kicked in and he caught it before it could hit him.
"Now, try that on and see if it fits. In the meantime, I'll hunt you down some shorts." And with that, she left the room so he could change in peace.
Legolas stared at the tank top in his hand. He supposed it would do. The Elven Prince shrugged and removed his Royal Elven armor and tunic. Once he had the shirt on, he looked at himself in the mirror and started. It clung to his slender figure as though it had been made specifically for him. Also, it showed off the muscles that he had attained being a warrior for so long.
Immediately Legolas decided that he liked this kind of clothing and would be sure to ask Christine if she would let him take a couple of them back to Middle Earth. After all, it did get very hot there too during the summer months.
Christine returned shortly afterwards and nearly fell over as the sight of Legolas in the tank top. He looked good enough to eat. 'And ravage on the spot.' A little voice told her. She blushed slightly at that, then cleared her throat.
"I found you some shorts." She announced and handed them to him. They were a pair of her father's khaki shorts.
Legolas studied them for a moment. The Elven Prince raised one of his delicate eyebrows at how short they were.
Realizing what he must be thinking, Christine said, "It's either that or you'll bake out there. Trust me on that."
"I suppose." He muttered, still not sure.
Christine suppressed a smile. He was acting utterly adorable.
"Just try them on and see." She insisted.
"I am not used to be ordered around like this." He said, his Elven Royalty coming out.
Christine raised an eyebrow at him. "Well, tough shit." She answered, grinning.
Legolas's eyes widened comically at her words. Christine couldn't help herself and laughed at him.
"Women and men here are equals and you being Royal means exactly nothing here. Sorry to burst your bubble."
Legolas frowned at her. She just smiled back at him. Women in this place were strange, he decided. But still, she was going to help him get home so having to follow a few orders from her wouldn't be that much a sacrifice. "Oh, alright. Have it your way." He said, and huffed. Christine smiled in triumph at the Elf and he found himself grateful for giving in. She was truly beautiful when she did that. Her eyes, which were the loveliest shade of green, sparkled with intelligence, kindness and humor. All those qualities seemed to be getting harder and harder to find these days. Legolas had no doubt that she was a rarity.
Much like himself, he mused. And with that, he put on the shorts she gave him.
Christine held her breath as she saw how the jeans showed off his slender legs. It was even better when he turned around. The back of them clung to his rear. He had a perfect butt too, she decided. It was too bad that he didn't belong in her world, or she would have definitely made it her mission to make him her boyfriend. That thought sobered her immensely. Christine was shocked at its intensity and decided to push it from her mind.
Just then, she heard her mother call her. "I'll be one moment. Just stay here." She told the Elf and left quickly.
"Yes, mom!" she called back to her.
"Dear, I was just wondering if you knew anyone that might want to be Webster for the Duck Derby parade tomorrow. All the people I've contacted can't do it."
Christine thought of a certain Elf upstairs, then smiled. That would just be too much fun. But then again, just HOW would she explain him to her mother? A plan unraveled in her brain and she tried her best not to snicker. Legolas was going to have plenty to talk about when he got back to Mirkwood.
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Legolas stared at the limp form in his arms. Now what was he going to do? He wondered. The Prince sighed and tried to think. Unfortunately, all that came to mind was how good it felt to hold her. Christine's hair brushed against his cheek, making him marvel at how soft it was.
'Stop those thoughts now! They are not helping this situation!' his mind scolded.
Shaking himself, Legolas carefully carried her towards the building, which he presumed was where she lived. Perhaps she had something in there that could revive her. That's when he heard a groan escape her.
"What? What happened?" she asked groggily.
"You fainted." Legolas told her.
Her eyes widened upon seeing him. "So it WASN'T a dream! You really are Legolas and you really are standing there-" she paused for a moment, realizing that he was still carrying her.
"Carrying me towards my house." She finished.
Legolas couldn't help but smile at her. "Now you believe me I see."
Christine nodded. "Mine as well, I suppose." She conceded, nearly turning to butter upon seeing his smile.
'Close enough.' Legolas decided. "Now, would you like me to put you down or are you still unfit to walk?"
'Just keep talking to me and I never will be.' She thought, reveling in that lovely voice of his for the umpteenth time. Damn, it was like an aphrodisiac to her body.
"No, I don't think I can stand yet. Well, I'm too nervous to anyway." She lied.
Christine looked up to see Legolas grinning at her, knowing she wasn't telling him the truth. She blushed profusely. How was it that this man, well Elf actually, could affect her so much?
Christine stifled a sigh of disappointment when Legolas set her down on her porch. Despite the summer heat, she felt a bit colder now that she wasn't near him. Knowing it would do no good to dwell on that, she derailed that train of thought. All she should worry about now was how to get Legolas home.
"So," she said finally, breaking the silence. "How did you get here?"
"Well, I was just exploring the Fangorn woods when suddenly a white light engulfed me. Then shortly after, I woke up here."
"Anything else?"
"That's all I remember." He answered, then sighed.
Christine frowned. "Well, come inside and I'll get you some cooler clothes on. I don't want you cooking in that outfit while we figure out this whole situation."
Legolas followed her inside, even though he thought there was nothing wrong with his attire. Still, he did feel some sweat building around the collar of his dark green tunic.
Once they were inside, she took Legolas upstairs and into one of the bedrooms.
"Alright, I have some oversized tank tops that might fit you, I think." Christine said conversationally while she dug through her suitcase.
Legolas took that time to around the room. It was simply decorated as though it was only for guests and not for any permanent resident of the house. Just a bed, a chest of drawers, a mirror and a night table acted as the furniture. That could only mean that Christine was just visiting this place and didn't live here.
One of the tank tops that she had mentioned was tossed at him, breaking Legolas out of his thoughts. Thankfully, his Elven reflexes kicked in and he caught it before it could hit him.
"Now, try that on and see if it fits. In the meantime, I'll hunt you down some shorts." And with that, she left the room so he could change in peace.
Legolas stared at the tank top in his hand. He supposed it would do. The Elven Prince shrugged and removed his Royal Elven armor and tunic. Once he had the shirt on, he looked at himself in the mirror and started. It clung to his slender figure as though it had been made specifically for him. Also, it showed off the muscles that he had attained being a warrior for so long.
Immediately Legolas decided that he liked this kind of clothing and would be sure to ask Christine if she would let him take a couple of them back to Middle Earth. After all, it did get very hot there too during the summer months.
Christine returned shortly afterwards and nearly fell over as the sight of Legolas in the tank top. He looked good enough to eat. 'And ravage on the spot.' A little voice told her. She blushed slightly at that, then cleared her throat.
"I found you some shorts." She announced and handed them to him. They were a pair of her father's khaki shorts.
Legolas studied them for a moment. The Elven Prince raised one of his delicate eyebrows at how short they were.
Realizing what he must be thinking, Christine said, "It's either that or you'll bake out there. Trust me on that."
"I suppose." He muttered, still not sure.
Christine suppressed a smile. He was acting utterly adorable.
"Just try them on and see." She insisted.
"I am not used to be ordered around like this." He said, his Elven Royalty coming out.
Christine raised an eyebrow at him. "Well, tough shit." She answered, grinning.
Legolas's eyes widened comically at her words. Christine couldn't help herself and laughed at him.
"Women and men here are equals and you being Royal means exactly nothing here. Sorry to burst your bubble."
Legolas frowned at her. She just smiled back at him. Women in this place were strange, he decided. But still, she was going to help him get home so having to follow a few orders from her wouldn't be that much a sacrifice. "Oh, alright. Have it your way." He said, and huffed. Christine smiled in triumph at the Elf and he found himself grateful for giving in. She was truly beautiful when she did that. Her eyes, which were the loveliest shade of green, sparkled with intelligence, kindness and humor. All those qualities seemed to be getting harder and harder to find these days. Legolas had no doubt that she was a rarity.
Much like himself, he mused. And with that, he put on the shorts she gave him.
Christine held her breath as she saw how the jeans showed off his slender legs. It was even better when he turned around. The back of them clung to his rear. He had a perfect butt too, she decided. It was too bad that he didn't belong in her world, or she would have definitely made it her mission to make him her boyfriend. That thought sobered her immensely. Christine was shocked at its intensity and decided to push it from her mind.
Just then, she heard her mother call her. "I'll be one moment. Just stay here." She told the Elf and left quickly.
"Yes, mom!" she called back to her.
"Dear, I was just wondering if you knew anyone that might want to be Webster for the Duck Derby parade tomorrow. All the people I've contacted can't do it."
Christine thought of a certain Elf upstairs, then smiled. That would just be too much fun. But then again, just HOW would she explain him to her mother? A plan unraveled in her brain and she tried her best not to snicker. Legolas was going to have plenty to talk about when he got back to Mirkwood.