We re-enter the room, and Legolas is looking faintly green. I smirk
and have a wicked idea. I whisper in Elladan's ear then Elrohir's. They
smile as well then pick me up by my elbows and both kiss me on the lips.
Taking turns of course. Nnnyaagghh. They're very good. But I am determined
to keep these relationships on a platonic level. Elder brothers, younger
sister type of thing. They let me down onto the ground.
I flap my hands at them and shoo them towards Legolas and the cluster of maidens. They pick up maidens and place them away then they turn and bow to two of the maidens, whisper in Legolas' ear and pick out a third maiden. The three Elves and their partners enter the dance. Very elegant. I look up at the dais and see Arwen frowning slightly, but Elrond with an amused twist to his mouth. I saunter over to Boromir, and feel the eyes follow me. I sneak a peek over my shoulder and see all these male eyes on me. I sway my hips a little more and giggle softly as all these female eyes turn into death rays. He he!
Boromir's watching too, I make sure of that. I halt in front of the table and setting my hands on it lean down slightly, as if I am totally unaware of what Boromir can see when I do that. His eyes bug out a little bit and his breathing becomes more rapid. Fun ness! I smile mysteriously at him, then say "Hey Boromir, how's life?"
"Life.life is good." His eyes are glazing over now. It's really very amusing how little it takes. I straighten up and act as if I have just noticed that the chair next to him is empty.
"Wait, I'll come around. Who was sitting next to you?"
"An Elven maiden, I don't know her name. She didn't talk to me."
"Ah, poor Boromir." I reach over and ruffle his hair. He moves his head to the side. "We human types just aren't good enough for Elves, are we?"
"But you are an Elf."
"I refuse to believe that. I'm not so stuck up, and I believe that in the end the length of life does not matter, only how you lived it. And Elves are strange." I say with utter conviction. He smiles.
"That is true." I stand up and walk around to the end of the table. As I pass the Hobbits I absentmindedly ruffle their hair.
"Hey!" Pippin protests, his voice slurred.
"You are drunk, aren't you?" I shake my head at him. "Really. That's quite sad. Wait a minute." I sniff the air, "Is that beer?"
Pippin nods, and waves his cup around. "'Snot very good though. 'Snot a patch onna ale at the Gree.Green Dragon. But it's alright." Frodo rolls his eyes at his relative. Sam tuts under his breath. Merry pinches my arse. I give a yelp of surprise and jump forward.
"Really, Merry, I am not a tavern wench that you can pinch at impunity." I shake my finger at him. Then I notice that he is not listening and is in fact staring down my cleavage. "I don't like to hit people shorter then me, but you're forcing me to break this rule." He is still ogling my neckline. I sigh, and then slap him. Not very hard, but hard enough. He looks stunned. "At this point our relationship has hit a low point. It can recover, or it can get worse. You do not want it to get worse." He is massaging his cheek. It looks a bit red. Pippin is nearly wetting himself laughing, Frodo looks shocked and Sam is being conservative. Hobbits. "Merry, I will talk to you later, when you're not drunk." I turn on my heel and continue grandly to the free seat near Boromir.
I sit down and comment, "Hobbits are strange folk." Boromir nods. I carefully smooth out my skirts and turn to face him. A new goblet is placed near my hand, and I nod my thanks to the page. I sip the wonderful Elven wine. I sit and chat and flirt with Boromir. He responds and tells me of Minas Tirith and his brother Faramir. He truly loves his brother. I wish that I were not alone except for my mother. Single children run in our family. We talk on while Elves come and go, Merry and Pippin pass out and Frodo leaves with Sam. Sam is very protective of Frodo, but I think that they are just very good friends.
Eventually I start to yawn, and Boromir offers gallantly to lead me to my room. I accept, and lean gratefully on his arm. That wine is more potent then I thought. If I can own several vodka cruisers with little effect, surely about 5 glasses of wine would have little effect, right? Wrong. We continue to walk, and we get lost. Well, he's had a few too. We end up outside in a garden, with a seat. Laughing, we sit down and lean against each other. I lay my head against his shoulder and sigh contentedly. I smile up into his face and draw his head down to my mine and kiss him.
He is gentle and kind as we continue to kiss deeply. I open my mouth and the kiss goes deeper, our tongues entering each other's mouths. He is good at this, I note in the very teensy unemotional portion of my mind. We move around on the seat, so that I am sitting on his lap, and he is cradling me. I entwine my arms around his neck and hold him to me. He removes his mouth from mine, and I moan in protest. He licks my ear tips and nibbles on them, I gasp. He continues to do that, which diverts me from what his hand is doing. When I feel his hand on my breast, I object weakly, and then he covers my mouth with his. I surrender to his touch, his kiss. I am drowning in a sea of emotions and sensations.
I sit up and push him away. "Wait.we have just met, and I don't know if I'm ready for this." I draw a shuddering breath and wish that I was not so sober. If I were really drunk, I wouldn't care. He looks hurt. "Oh Boromir." I kiss him gently on the lips. He tries to control it and make it more passionate, but I don't let him. "Don't worry, we've several months ahead of us. Do you want to get rid of all possibilities on the first night?"
"I suppose not. You'd better get off, or I won't be able to let you go." He says in a deep, raspy voice. I giggle and swing my legs off him and stand up. We walk quietly up to my room, after Boromir asks directions from a passing Elf. I stop outside of my room and trail my fingers along the doorpost. "Goodnight, milady."
"Don't call me that. Call me Cat."
"Very well then, goodnight Cat." He kisses me goodnight. I bite down on my tongue to stop me calling after him to wait, and then to invite him in for the night.
"Goodnight, Boromir." I whisper after him. He waves to show that he heard and walks on. Good thing we have enough self-control to make one sensible person. I enter my room and disrobe carefully, laying the dress over the back of the chair. I get all the frippery out of my hair and put it on the small table. I pad over to the bed, wearing only my underwear and turn back the sheets. Bless Arwen, there's a nightie there. I slip into it, then get into the cool, soft bed. I quickly fall asleep, my thoughts centering on Boromir.
I flap my hands at them and shoo them towards Legolas and the cluster of maidens. They pick up maidens and place them away then they turn and bow to two of the maidens, whisper in Legolas' ear and pick out a third maiden. The three Elves and their partners enter the dance. Very elegant. I look up at the dais and see Arwen frowning slightly, but Elrond with an amused twist to his mouth. I saunter over to Boromir, and feel the eyes follow me. I sneak a peek over my shoulder and see all these male eyes on me. I sway my hips a little more and giggle softly as all these female eyes turn into death rays. He he!
Boromir's watching too, I make sure of that. I halt in front of the table and setting my hands on it lean down slightly, as if I am totally unaware of what Boromir can see when I do that. His eyes bug out a little bit and his breathing becomes more rapid. Fun ness! I smile mysteriously at him, then say "Hey Boromir, how's life?"
"Life.life is good." His eyes are glazing over now. It's really very amusing how little it takes. I straighten up and act as if I have just noticed that the chair next to him is empty.
"Wait, I'll come around. Who was sitting next to you?"
"An Elven maiden, I don't know her name. She didn't talk to me."
"Ah, poor Boromir." I reach over and ruffle his hair. He moves his head to the side. "We human types just aren't good enough for Elves, are we?"
"But you are an Elf."
"I refuse to believe that. I'm not so stuck up, and I believe that in the end the length of life does not matter, only how you lived it. And Elves are strange." I say with utter conviction. He smiles.
"That is true." I stand up and walk around to the end of the table. As I pass the Hobbits I absentmindedly ruffle their hair.
"Hey!" Pippin protests, his voice slurred.
"You are drunk, aren't you?" I shake my head at him. "Really. That's quite sad. Wait a minute." I sniff the air, "Is that beer?"
Pippin nods, and waves his cup around. "'Snot very good though. 'Snot a patch onna ale at the Gree.Green Dragon. But it's alright." Frodo rolls his eyes at his relative. Sam tuts under his breath. Merry pinches my arse. I give a yelp of surprise and jump forward.
"Really, Merry, I am not a tavern wench that you can pinch at impunity." I shake my finger at him. Then I notice that he is not listening and is in fact staring down my cleavage. "I don't like to hit people shorter then me, but you're forcing me to break this rule." He is still ogling my neckline. I sigh, and then slap him. Not very hard, but hard enough. He looks stunned. "At this point our relationship has hit a low point. It can recover, or it can get worse. You do not want it to get worse." He is massaging his cheek. It looks a bit red. Pippin is nearly wetting himself laughing, Frodo looks shocked and Sam is being conservative. Hobbits. "Merry, I will talk to you later, when you're not drunk." I turn on my heel and continue grandly to the free seat near Boromir.
I sit down and comment, "Hobbits are strange folk." Boromir nods. I carefully smooth out my skirts and turn to face him. A new goblet is placed near my hand, and I nod my thanks to the page. I sip the wonderful Elven wine. I sit and chat and flirt with Boromir. He responds and tells me of Minas Tirith and his brother Faramir. He truly loves his brother. I wish that I were not alone except for my mother. Single children run in our family. We talk on while Elves come and go, Merry and Pippin pass out and Frodo leaves with Sam. Sam is very protective of Frodo, but I think that they are just very good friends.
Eventually I start to yawn, and Boromir offers gallantly to lead me to my room. I accept, and lean gratefully on his arm. That wine is more potent then I thought. If I can own several vodka cruisers with little effect, surely about 5 glasses of wine would have little effect, right? Wrong. We continue to walk, and we get lost. Well, he's had a few too. We end up outside in a garden, with a seat. Laughing, we sit down and lean against each other. I lay my head against his shoulder and sigh contentedly. I smile up into his face and draw his head down to my mine and kiss him.
He is gentle and kind as we continue to kiss deeply. I open my mouth and the kiss goes deeper, our tongues entering each other's mouths. He is good at this, I note in the very teensy unemotional portion of my mind. We move around on the seat, so that I am sitting on his lap, and he is cradling me. I entwine my arms around his neck and hold him to me. He removes his mouth from mine, and I moan in protest. He licks my ear tips and nibbles on them, I gasp. He continues to do that, which diverts me from what his hand is doing. When I feel his hand on my breast, I object weakly, and then he covers my mouth with his. I surrender to his touch, his kiss. I am drowning in a sea of emotions and sensations.
I sit up and push him away. "Wait.we have just met, and I don't know if I'm ready for this." I draw a shuddering breath and wish that I was not so sober. If I were really drunk, I wouldn't care. He looks hurt. "Oh Boromir." I kiss him gently on the lips. He tries to control it and make it more passionate, but I don't let him. "Don't worry, we've several months ahead of us. Do you want to get rid of all possibilities on the first night?"
"I suppose not. You'd better get off, or I won't be able to let you go." He says in a deep, raspy voice. I giggle and swing my legs off him and stand up. We walk quietly up to my room, after Boromir asks directions from a passing Elf. I stop outside of my room and trail my fingers along the doorpost. "Goodnight, milady."
"Don't call me that. Call me Cat."
"Very well then, goodnight Cat." He kisses me goodnight. I bite down on my tongue to stop me calling after him to wait, and then to invite him in for the night.
"Goodnight, Boromir." I whisper after him. He waves to show that he heard and walks on. Good thing we have enough self-control to make one sensible person. I enter my room and disrobe carefully, laying the dress over the back of the chair. I get all the frippery out of my hair and put it on the small table. I pad over to the bed, wearing only my underwear and turn back the sheets. Bless Arwen, there's a nightie there. I slip into it, then get into the cool, soft bed. I quickly fall asleep, my thoughts centering on Boromir.