AUTHOR'S NOTE: As you may or may not know, Lumsden, The Lumsden Duck Derby
and Webster and even the inside joke are all real things, I just borrowed
them for this story.
DISCLAIMER: I meant to put this up earlier, but I was too lazy so I'll put it in now: I don't own those first two things in the above list and unfortunately not Legolas.he's Tolkien's. But I DO OWN the joke, Pat, and Christine!
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Legolas turned his head as Christine re-entered the bedroom a few minutes later.
"I'm back." She announced. "And I have a mission for you."
"What sort of mission?" he asked, thoroughly curious.
"Well, you see, we have a local celebration here called The Lumsden Duck Derby every September 2nd. On the day, in the morning there is a parade and in that parade there is a duck. More specifically, Webster the Playground Safety Duck. Usually, It's me that is him but I'm too old and my mom doesn't want to burden me with it this year. So, she went looking for other people do it. So far, she hasn't found anyone, so we're in kind of a bind."
Legolas studied her curiously. "And how do I fit into this mission?"
A wicked grin spread across her face for a moment. "I think you should do it."
Legolas looked at her as though she had lost her mind. "You want to turn me into a duck for a parade?"
Christine shook her head. "It's a costume, Legolas. Please would you do this? We don't have anyone else!"
Legolas stuck his Royal chin in the air. "I may concede to taking some orders for you for the sake of my need to get home, but this is ridiculous. I shall not do this and embarrass myself purely for your benefit. My Elven charity only stretches so far."
Christine glared at him. "This is not for MY benefit. This is for the benefit of children. He promotes the idea that kids should be safe when they are playing on a playground."
Legolas seemed to consider what she was saying for a moment, for he didn't speak right away.
"So this is for the children you say?"
"Yes, so will you do it?" Christine asked hopefully.
Legolas saw the hopefulness in her eyes, and felt his heart constrict. Damn those eyes. He thought, they touched him every time he looked into them. How is it, he wondered, that she could wield such power of him and he had known her for not but an hour?
The Elven Prince sighed. "I suppose so." He said finally. "As long as there is no way my friends find out about this. I fear they would never let me hear the end of it."
Christine smiled and laughed as she saw the joking smile on his face.
"Thank you."
The word was said with such sincerity that Legolas entertained thoughts of taking Christine in his arms and kissing her senseless. The Elf Prince started. Never had he entertained such carnal thoughts about a she-elf let alone a woman! But then again, this wasn't any ordinary woman. 'And that's what I like best.' He thought to himself.
"Next item on the list is how I'm going to explain you to my mother."
"Not an easy task." The Elf Prince deduced, remembering how he'd gotten to where he was.
"Not so." She said, smiling at the Elf. I have an idea already."
"Oh?"
"Indeed. I've decided that you are one of my classmates from British Columbia and you are out here on vacation for the summer and we ran into each other. I explained the situation we were having and you agreed to help me."
Legolas thoroughly impressed by that. "How did you think that tale up so quickly?"
"It's part of being the Artist that I am. Creative thinking on the spur of the moment comes with the territory."
Legolas chuckled. "Very good."
"Well, let's go and introduce you to my mother." And with that, they walked down the stairs and into the library where her mother was sitting, reading a book. Legolas widened his eyes for a moment. That was the same woman that he'd seen earlier when had been hiding behind the bushes. Well, that was one less mystery for him to worry about.
"Mom, I found someone to help us out."
Christine's mother looked up from her book. "Wonderful! Who is it?"
"Him" Christine gestured at Legolas.
"What the-who is that?"
"That is," she paused to think of name for the Prince, "Orlando." She relayed the lie she'd thought of for how she met him to her mother, who seemed to buy it.
"Hello, Orlando. My name is Patricia but you can call me Pat."
"Hello, Pat."
Christine smiled as she watched her mother fall under the same spell she had when she herself had first heard Legolas speak.
"Thank you for doing this on such short notice."
"Do not worry, Pat. I do not mind."
Pat smiled, thoroughly charmed by the Elf. "Well, the costume will be brought here early tomorrow morning and we can let you try it on then."
Legolas nodded in understanding.
"If you don't mind, mom, I'm going to take Orlando down to the ice cream shop downtown."
"Alright, sweetheart. Have fun!" Pat shot them both a brilliant smile.
The two of them exited the library, but before she did, Pat whispered something in her daughter's ear. "He could be on the team." Christine smiled; knowing her mother was referring to an inside joke that she, her sister Sarah and her mother had had going since before she left for college over three years ago. They had invented The All-Male Underwear Basketball League, which only had the most handsome men with the best bodies on it. Every time they'd see a candidate, they would show each other the picture and appoint that man a member. And now, they had appointed Legolas a member. Now THAT would be something Christine pay good money to see: Legolas running around in his underwear.
Or maybe, she thought wickedly, they could appoint him the caption. The rule they had invented for that man was that he would be the hottest of them all and would NOT be allowed to play in anything. The thought of Legolas in nothing sent waves of heat through her body, causing certain parts to ache tremendously.
"So, what is this 'ice cream'?" Legolas asked, once they were out the door.
"It's a delicious treat that we eat frozen for desert or just when it's hot outside like today."
"Sounds wonderful." The Prince said, greatly enthused about trying it.
"It is! The ingredients should be no mystery to you, however. We make it with cream, sugar, milk and whatever flavoring we want. Like vanilla for example."
"This treat is sounding better and better." Legolas commented, how that he had a better picture of just what this treat was.
It didn't take them long to reach the ice cream shop, which was booming with business at the moment. Apparently lots of people had the same idea they did. Not that it mattered. They had tables you could sit at outside in the shade while you waited.
When it was their turn to order, Christine got Oreo flavored, and Legolas got vanilla flavored, sticking to the safe side since he didn't know what Oreo or some of the more exotic flavors were. Well, that and Christine had made it out to sound so good.
The Prince sighed in ecstasy as he took his first taste. It was delicious, just like she had said it would be. Suddenly, the prospect of leaving was getting less and less appealing. Alas, as he well knew, he didn't belong here. But for now, he would enjoy what this world had to offer.
"Good?" she asked teasingly, watching the Elf devour his ice cream
Legolas merely nodded his mouth too full to speak.
Christine slowly ate hers, savoring it's flavor. Well, that and she had to hold back laughter at the Prince's enthusiasm.
Once they were finished, they lazily strolled back to her house.
"Thank you ever so much for introducing me to ice cream." Legolas said, grinning from ear to ear.
"You're welcome."
"However," he continued, "I could have done without you laughing at me."
Christine snickered. "Sorry, I couldn't help it. Your eyes were all lit up with joy. You'd think someone had given you a new bow or something." She said, remembering for that moment that Legolas was an archer. Legolas blushed, but grinned. "You are forgiven."
Christine beamed at him. "Thank you ever so, my dear Prince." She mocked lightly.
Legolas narrowed his eyes playfully at her. "One is not to make fun of Royalty."
Christine shrugged and stuck her tongue out at him.
"You are full of fire, my lady."
"Wouldn't have it any other way." She shot back.
'Neither would I.' Legolas admitted to himself. 'Neither would I.'
DISCLAIMER: I meant to put this up earlier, but I was too lazy so I'll put it in now: I don't own those first two things in the above list and unfortunately not Legolas.he's Tolkien's. But I DO OWN the joke, Pat, and Christine!
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Legolas turned his head as Christine re-entered the bedroom a few minutes later.
"I'm back." She announced. "And I have a mission for you."
"What sort of mission?" he asked, thoroughly curious.
"Well, you see, we have a local celebration here called The Lumsden Duck Derby every September 2nd. On the day, in the morning there is a parade and in that parade there is a duck. More specifically, Webster the Playground Safety Duck. Usually, It's me that is him but I'm too old and my mom doesn't want to burden me with it this year. So, she went looking for other people do it. So far, she hasn't found anyone, so we're in kind of a bind."
Legolas studied her curiously. "And how do I fit into this mission?"
A wicked grin spread across her face for a moment. "I think you should do it."
Legolas looked at her as though she had lost her mind. "You want to turn me into a duck for a parade?"
Christine shook her head. "It's a costume, Legolas. Please would you do this? We don't have anyone else!"
Legolas stuck his Royal chin in the air. "I may concede to taking some orders for you for the sake of my need to get home, but this is ridiculous. I shall not do this and embarrass myself purely for your benefit. My Elven charity only stretches so far."
Christine glared at him. "This is not for MY benefit. This is for the benefit of children. He promotes the idea that kids should be safe when they are playing on a playground."
Legolas seemed to consider what she was saying for a moment, for he didn't speak right away.
"So this is for the children you say?"
"Yes, so will you do it?" Christine asked hopefully.
Legolas saw the hopefulness in her eyes, and felt his heart constrict. Damn those eyes. He thought, they touched him every time he looked into them. How is it, he wondered, that she could wield such power of him and he had known her for not but an hour?
The Elven Prince sighed. "I suppose so." He said finally. "As long as there is no way my friends find out about this. I fear they would never let me hear the end of it."
Christine smiled and laughed as she saw the joking smile on his face.
"Thank you."
The word was said with such sincerity that Legolas entertained thoughts of taking Christine in his arms and kissing her senseless. The Elf Prince started. Never had he entertained such carnal thoughts about a she-elf let alone a woman! But then again, this wasn't any ordinary woman. 'And that's what I like best.' He thought to himself.
"Next item on the list is how I'm going to explain you to my mother."
"Not an easy task." The Elf Prince deduced, remembering how he'd gotten to where he was.
"Not so." She said, smiling at the Elf. I have an idea already."
"Oh?"
"Indeed. I've decided that you are one of my classmates from British Columbia and you are out here on vacation for the summer and we ran into each other. I explained the situation we were having and you agreed to help me."
Legolas thoroughly impressed by that. "How did you think that tale up so quickly?"
"It's part of being the Artist that I am. Creative thinking on the spur of the moment comes with the territory."
Legolas chuckled. "Very good."
"Well, let's go and introduce you to my mother." And with that, they walked down the stairs and into the library where her mother was sitting, reading a book. Legolas widened his eyes for a moment. That was the same woman that he'd seen earlier when had been hiding behind the bushes. Well, that was one less mystery for him to worry about.
"Mom, I found someone to help us out."
Christine's mother looked up from her book. "Wonderful! Who is it?"
"Him" Christine gestured at Legolas.
"What the-who is that?"
"That is," she paused to think of name for the Prince, "Orlando." She relayed the lie she'd thought of for how she met him to her mother, who seemed to buy it.
"Hello, Orlando. My name is Patricia but you can call me Pat."
"Hello, Pat."
Christine smiled as she watched her mother fall under the same spell she had when she herself had first heard Legolas speak.
"Thank you for doing this on such short notice."
"Do not worry, Pat. I do not mind."
Pat smiled, thoroughly charmed by the Elf. "Well, the costume will be brought here early tomorrow morning and we can let you try it on then."
Legolas nodded in understanding.
"If you don't mind, mom, I'm going to take Orlando down to the ice cream shop downtown."
"Alright, sweetheart. Have fun!" Pat shot them both a brilliant smile.
The two of them exited the library, but before she did, Pat whispered something in her daughter's ear. "He could be on the team." Christine smiled; knowing her mother was referring to an inside joke that she, her sister Sarah and her mother had had going since before she left for college over three years ago. They had invented The All-Male Underwear Basketball League, which only had the most handsome men with the best bodies on it. Every time they'd see a candidate, they would show each other the picture and appoint that man a member. And now, they had appointed Legolas a member. Now THAT would be something Christine pay good money to see: Legolas running around in his underwear.
Or maybe, she thought wickedly, they could appoint him the caption. The rule they had invented for that man was that he would be the hottest of them all and would NOT be allowed to play in anything. The thought of Legolas in nothing sent waves of heat through her body, causing certain parts to ache tremendously.
"So, what is this 'ice cream'?" Legolas asked, once they were out the door.
"It's a delicious treat that we eat frozen for desert or just when it's hot outside like today."
"Sounds wonderful." The Prince said, greatly enthused about trying it.
"It is! The ingredients should be no mystery to you, however. We make it with cream, sugar, milk and whatever flavoring we want. Like vanilla for example."
"This treat is sounding better and better." Legolas commented, how that he had a better picture of just what this treat was.
It didn't take them long to reach the ice cream shop, which was booming with business at the moment. Apparently lots of people had the same idea they did. Not that it mattered. They had tables you could sit at outside in the shade while you waited.
When it was their turn to order, Christine got Oreo flavored, and Legolas got vanilla flavored, sticking to the safe side since he didn't know what Oreo or some of the more exotic flavors were. Well, that and Christine had made it out to sound so good.
The Prince sighed in ecstasy as he took his first taste. It was delicious, just like she had said it would be. Suddenly, the prospect of leaving was getting less and less appealing. Alas, as he well knew, he didn't belong here. But for now, he would enjoy what this world had to offer.
"Good?" she asked teasingly, watching the Elf devour his ice cream
Legolas merely nodded his mouth too full to speak.
Christine slowly ate hers, savoring it's flavor. Well, that and she had to hold back laughter at the Prince's enthusiasm.
Once they were finished, they lazily strolled back to her house.
"Thank you ever so much for introducing me to ice cream." Legolas said, grinning from ear to ear.
"You're welcome."
"However," he continued, "I could have done without you laughing at me."
Christine snickered. "Sorry, I couldn't help it. Your eyes were all lit up with joy. You'd think someone had given you a new bow or something." She said, remembering for that moment that Legolas was an archer. Legolas blushed, but grinned. "You are forgiven."
Christine beamed at him. "Thank you ever so, my dear Prince." She mocked lightly.
Legolas narrowed his eyes playfully at her. "One is not to make fun of Royalty."
Christine shrugged and stuck her tongue out at him.
"You are full of fire, my lady."
"Wouldn't have it any other way." She shot back.
'Neither would I.' Legolas admitted to himself. 'Neither would I.'