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Chapter 3: lalalalala.
Legolas led Minya to his good friends, who were sitting in a semi-circle, talking, playing some dwarvish game the humans had adapted to.
"My friends, I would like to properly introduce you to my good friend Minyaha..." Minya cleared her throat. "...Minya."
Aragorn stood, and offered his hand. "Hello Minya. Nice to see you again. I heard the bad news. How did you survive?"
Minya grinned devilishly. "Halidir was a great help. I'd dress up like a man, and he'd hide me from G- I mean, Lady Galadriel. Rumil and Orophin were great too. I remember when I helped them turn Halidir's hair green." She quickly put on a state of bliss. "We changed his soap. And then he ran out, without a shirt on..."
Legolas looked at her with a raised eyebrow. She winced. "But you beat him by a mile. Happy now?"
Legolas rolled his eyes. "I know what I look like Minya, and I know Halidir will always fall short," at this Minya snorted, but stopped at Legolas' jesting behavior, knowing now it was all in fun.
"I was just wondering when you were ever interested in men."
Huffing indignantly, Minya looked at him in shock. Much to some of the men's amusement, she puffed out her ample chest in anger. "It is no concern of yours of whom I wish to dote over," she said haughtily, sneering at him, looking awfully like Halidir. Then she blanched. "AND I WOULD NEVER DOTE OVER SUCH AN IGNORANT PRAT!!!" she ranted.
Legolas winced slightly. "Sorry," he said, then a look of faked revelation came over him. "You're a girl? I wouldn't have known! Besides the fact that the neck of that dress goes rather low, and you've gained a more, say, womanly figure here, which is nicely advanced in that bodice, you know, I would say you were a man." At this, he was smirking.
A/N: She just glared. "Legolas Greenleaf. My name is Minyahawen Montoyaz. You killed my father, now prepare to die." Well, she didn't say that, but it WAS funny anyway.
She just glared. "Legolas Greenleaf. You have crossed the line. Prepare to endure the most horrifying torture ever known to any living creature besides me, because I'm going to do it to you."
Legolas raised a questioning eyebrow. "And you are going to do, what, exactly?" She grinned.
"A little trick Hal taught me."
And with that, she leapt at Legolas, doing quite well in a dress, and knocked him to the ground, tickling him. "Do ::poke:: you know ::tickle:: how long I had to ::poke:: stand those ::tickle:: filthy BASTARDS of elves???!!!"
Legolas' eyes widened. He knew who she was talking about. Then he frowned. "Did Halidir really straddle you? May I ask why?"
She smiled proudly, still on top of him. "I disobeyed his orders to stay where it was safe and saved his neck in front of the whole elven army!" she giggled, smirking, obviously proud of herself. "Then he threw me to the ground, doing as I did, with no other intentions other then tickling me crazy."
Legolas nodded slowly. "And you know, HOW?"
She pondered on that for a moment. "Well," she said slowly. "Halidir's the kind of guy that, if he wants to bed you, will ask you outright. And that was a year ago. If he had intended anything, you would be good ole' Uncle Legolas."
Eyes widening, Legolas leant back in relief. Good, he thought, let her stay, whatever she is.
~#*~#*~#*~#*~#*~#*
Later on in the evening, Legolas was sitting by a stream. He was pondering, pondering on his feelings. When Minya had been sitting on him earlier, he had gotten a strange, tingling sensation that traveled through many regions of his body.
Some to make him blush, even.
So now he sat, thinking. Here is a little insight on his thoughts:
I do not know. I have yet to find out, and yet, and yet.
No. She is my dear friend, and nothing more.
But you know that when she sat on you, you began to, you know, arou-
NO!!! I told you already! NO!!!
Legolas, you know this. You are beginning to love her.
I am...to. What am I to do?
But with that, Minya entered the little clearing.
A/N: this 'little clearing' is basically a pretty little pool, miniature waterfall, blah, blah, very pretty, very 'romantic'
"Legolas."
He smiled at her, hesitantly. He had finished his conversation with himself, but it had gotten him nowhere.
He didn't know how to tell her.
She bit her lip, almost nervously.
"Legolas," she said again. "On the way here, one of 'those' elves made some advances. But I realized, rationally, none of them were right for me. And, one of them, Hastin. He...kissed me. But when I pushed him away, he told me I wouldn't have. Wouldn't have pushed you away. And now, I think. I think he's right," she finished weakly, refusing to look at him.
Legolas felt his whole body relax in one fluid motion. "Minya," he croaked.
A/N: didn't think elves could croak, did you? Noooooo...
She looked at him in shock. "What," she whispered, weakly.
He smiled at her. He stood, and walked slowly toward her, heart beating ever faster with each step.
After an eternity, it seemed, he finally came within touching distance. He put his hand on her shoulder, finally looking at her the way a lover should.
Her hair glistened in the Lorién glow, her eyes endless pools of blue. Her skin was a beautiful alabaster, clear and unblemished. She was glowing. Just shining with her own light.
She analyzed him herself, and found him to be more handsome then she ever imagined.
Legolas drew closer, now wrapping his arms around her. "I love you to," he said softly, more emotion showing in his voice then he cared her to know about.
She smiled, a smile Legolas knew he would grow to love. Then they both enveloped themselves into the most passionate and heated kiss either of them could imagine.
A/N: I didn't feel like writing that, I have me mum reading over my shoulder. Good. She's gone. Can I have a beta to write some of the more 'heated' scenes? I'm not good at that. And the fact my mommy wanza read all my stories OVER MY SHOULDER!!!
When they were done, all Minya and Legolas could say, while looking over their now-ruffled clothing and bodies, and considering the passion that flew trough them at that time, could say, is: Whoa.
~#*~#*~#* Heheh. Ms-ish, I know. But it shall get better. Not less Msish, but MAYBE with more action. Depends on where ::DUNDUNDUH!!!:: WRITERS BLOCK decides to take me.
Much lurve and Legolas cookies Icing :P
Chapter 3: lalalalala.
Legolas led Minya to his good friends, who were sitting in a semi-circle, talking, playing some dwarvish game the humans had adapted to.
"My friends, I would like to properly introduce you to my good friend Minyaha..." Minya cleared her throat. "...Minya."
Aragorn stood, and offered his hand. "Hello Minya. Nice to see you again. I heard the bad news. How did you survive?"
Minya grinned devilishly. "Halidir was a great help. I'd dress up like a man, and he'd hide me from G- I mean, Lady Galadriel. Rumil and Orophin were great too. I remember when I helped them turn Halidir's hair green." She quickly put on a state of bliss. "We changed his soap. And then he ran out, without a shirt on..."
Legolas looked at her with a raised eyebrow. She winced. "But you beat him by a mile. Happy now?"
Legolas rolled his eyes. "I know what I look like Minya, and I know Halidir will always fall short," at this Minya snorted, but stopped at Legolas' jesting behavior, knowing now it was all in fun.
"I was just wondering when you were ever interested in men."
Huffing indignantly, Minya looked at him in shock. Much to some of the men's amusement, she puffed out her ample chest in anger. "It is no concern of yours of whom I wish to dote over," she said haughtily, sneering at him, looking awfully like Halidir. Then she blanched. "AND I WOULD NEVER DOTE OVER SUCH AN IGNORANT PRAT!!!" she ranted.
Legolas winced slightly. "Sorry," he said, then a look of faked revelation came over him. "You're a girl? I wouldn't have known! Besides the fact that the neck of that dress goes rather low, and you've gained a more, say, womanly figure here, which is nicely advanced in that bodice, you know, I would say you were a man." At this, he was smirking.
A/N: She just glared. "Legolas Greenleaf. My name is Minyahawen Montoyaz. You killed my father, now prepare to die." Well, she didn't say that, but it WAS funny anyway.
She just glared. "Legolas Greenleaf. You have crossed the line. Prepare to endure the most horrifying torture ever known to any living creature besides me, because I'm going to do it to you."
Legolas raised a questioning eyebrow. "And you are going to do, what, exactly?" She grinned.
"A little trick Hal taught me."
And with that, she leapt at Legolas, doing quite well in a dress, and knocked him to the ground, tickling him. "Do ::poke:: you know ::tickle:: how long I had to ::poke:: stand those ::tickle:: filthy BASTARDS of elves???!!!"
Legolas' eyes widened. He knew who she was talking about. Then he frowned. "Did Halidir really straddle you? May I ask why?"
She smiled proudly, still on top of him. "I disobeyed his orders to stay where it was safe and saved his neck in front of the whole elven army!" she giggled, smirking, obviously proud of herself. "Then he threw me to the ground, doing as I did, with no other intentions other then tickling me crazy."
Legolas nodded slowly. "And you know, HOW?"
She pondered on that for a moment. "Well," she said slowly. "Halidir's the kind of guy that, if he wants to bed you, will ask you outright. And that was a year ago. If he had intended anything, you would be good ole' Uncle Legolas."
Eyes widening, Legolas leant back in relief. Good, he thought, let her stay, whatever she is.
~#*~#*~#*~#*~#*~#*
Later on in the evening, Legolas was sitting by a stream. He was pondering, pondering on his feelings. When Minya had been sitting on him earlier, he had gotten a strange, tingling sensation that traveled through many regions of his body.
Some to make him blush, even.
So now he sat, thinking. Here is a little insight on his thoughts:
I do not know. I have yet to find out, and yet, and yet.
No. She is my dear friend, and nothing more.
But you know that when she sat on you, you began to, you know, arou-
NO!!! I told you already! NO!!!
Legolas, you know this. You are beginning to love her.
I am...to. What am I to do?
But with that, Minya entered the little clearing.
A/N: this 'little clearing' is basically a pretty little pool, miniature waterfall, blah, blah, very pretty, very 'romantic'
"Legolas."
He smiled at her, hesitantly. He had finished his conversation with himself, but it had gotten him nowhere.
He didn't know how to tell her.
She bit her lip, almost nervously.
"Legolas," she said again. "On the way here, one of 'those' elves made some advances. But I realized, rationally, none of them were right for me. And, one of them, Hastin. He...kissed me. But when I pushed him away, he told me I wouldn't have. Wouldn't have pushed you away. And now, I think. I think he's right," she finished weakly, refusing to look at him.
Legolas felt his whole body relax in one fluid motion. "Minya," he croaked.
A/N: didn't think elves could croak, did you? Noooooo...
She looked at him in shock. "What," she whispered, weakly.
He smiled at her. He stood, and walked slowly toward her, heart beating ever faster with each step.
After an eternity, it seemed, he finally came within touching distance. He put his hand on her shoulder, finally looking at her the way a lover should.
Her hair glistened in the Lorién glow, her eyes endless pools of blue. Her skin was a beautiful alabaster, clear and unblemished. She was glowing. Just shining with her own light.
She analyzed him herself, and found him to be more handsome then she ever imagined.
Legolas drew closer, now wrapping his arms around her. "I love you to," he said softly, more emotion showing in his voice then he cared her to know about.
She smiled, a smile Legolas knew he would grow to love. Then they both enveloped themselves into the most passionate and heated kiss either of them could imagine.
A/N: I didn't feel like writing that, I have me mum reading over my shoulder. Good. She's gone. Can I have a beta to write some of the more 'heated' scenes? I'm not good at that. And the fact my mommy wanza read all my stories OVER MY SHOULDER!!!
When they were done, all Minya and Legolas could say, while looking over their now-ruffled clothing and bodies, and considering the passion that flew trough them at that time, could say, is: Whoa.
~#*~#*~#* Heheh. Ms-ish, I know. But it shall get better. Not less Msish, but MAYBE with more action. Depends on where ::DUNDUNDUH!!!:: WRITERS BLOCK decides to take me.
Much lurve and Legolas cookies Icing :P