If I find the people who are reading, but not reviewing, I will bite them!
::Bares teeth in snarl:: Bite! Well, as should be bloody obvious LotR and
assorted characters are not mine. If they were, I would be rich. ::Sigh::
And I would own all the spunky men! Spunk! ::Faints:: ::Dies in delight at
thought of owning Legolas and Aragorn and Boromir and Frodo and Faramir
and.:: ::Reezes:: Oh well, I should keep writing, shouldn't I?
I slip into my room and grab my bag. I wave merrily at the Elven maiden who's doing my bed, and run out again. I run into someone. "Sorry!" I sing out. It's Glorfindel. Eep. "I'm so sorry, really. Uh." What do you say to an Elf who even the Witch King runs away from? I notice that I'm still plastered to his chest. I step backwards, blushing furiously. He smiles, amused. So glad that he's not angry. I toy with my hair, staring at the ground.
"Don't worry child. Go on and meet up with your friends."
"I'm not a child." I say defiantly, raising my eyes to meet his. He has an aura of power around him. I feel a shrinking in my spirits, but I hold my eyes to his. He nods slowly.
"Perhaps not." We stare at each other for a bit longer. "Naamarie, Caitlyn. I will see you in council with Lord Elrond." With that he strides off down the corridor. I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding and shiver. He is a scary, scary Elf. Run away! Run away! (Courtesy of Monty Python and the Search for the Holy Grail) I shrug off the aftereffects of his presence and go back to the Great Hall. I wave at all the people and walk up to the High Table. Before I reach it, Legolas strides out and takes my arm.
"Caitlyn, you cannot mean to consort with that oaf, can you?" He whispers furiously into my ear. "He's mortal!"
"So am I, Legolas. I judge the pointy ears unimportant. Do not forget, a human woman raised me. I do not consider myself to be an Elf." I say to him calmly. Arwen is facing us now, a frown of concern on her face. I think she can hear us. The Elves around us are ignoring us politely. Boromir looks murderous. He gets up and starts to walk around the table. I don't want the Fellowship to begin like this, so I jerk my arm out of Legolas' grasp. "I will talk with you later, Legolas. I will leave you with a thought though. Perhaps I am more like Elrond's brother, then Elrond himself." I walk to meet Boromir and let him slip an arm around my waist. "Let's go." We walk out of the room, leaving Legolas staring after us.
I lean into Boromir and say, "I think that Legolas is jealous."
"So he should be. He missed out on you." I smile slightly.
"Quite a compliment. Flattery will get you everywhere."
"Really?" He leans over and kisses me.
"Mmm. Especially if you keep kissing so good." I laugh throatily. He laughs too. Damn, I'm good at this. We stop, sit and neck for a while. Can you think of a better way to waste time? Or is it really wasting time?
"Aw, isn't this cute?" I hear an amused voice say. I sit up and remove my mouth from Boromir's. It's the twins.
"I do notice though, that you two don't have anyone except each other. Oh how sad." I mock pout. I lean into Boromir and stare up at their faces. They seem embarrassed and a little angry. Laugh. It can be very easy to manipulate males. I wriggle a little, highlighting the fact that I prefer Boromir to an Elf. "Legolas is all alone too. Alllll aaaallllloooooonnnee." I warble. "Ah, the poor little princes got no princesses." I exaggerate a pout, pushing my lower lip out. Then I giggle and get up. Well, I start to. Boromir pulls me down onto his knees. "Boromir!" He nips the back of my neck. "Let me up!"
"All right." With that he opens his arms, and I get up. I stand up then he knocks my feet out from under me with a sweep of his leg and I fall back down into his lap.
"Grrrr! I will get you, you know that don't you?" I slap him playfully. "Please let me up?"
"Since you asked so nicely, yes." Then he pushes me out of his lap. I fall forwards, stumbling into the waiting arms of the twins. Thank goodness for Elven reflexes.
"You are so dead, you realize?" I glare at him, once I disentangle myself from Elladan and Elrohir. Elladan and Elrohir start to laugh, I glare at them, and then they collapse, howling with laughter. Boromir starts to laugh as well. "Honestly! All males are insane!" I stalk off, muttering to myself.
I slip into my room and grab my bag. I wave merrily at the Elven maiden who's doing my bed, and run out again. I run into someone. "Sorry!" I sing out. It's Glorfindel. Eep. "I'm so sorry, really. Uh." What do you say to an Elf who even the Witch King runs away from? I notice that I'm still plastered to his chest. I step backwards, blushing furiously. He smiles, amused. So glad that he's not angry. I toy with my hair, staring at the ground.
"Don't worry child. Go on and meet up with your friends."
"I'm not a child." I say defiantly, raising my eyes to meet his. He has an aura of power around him. I feel a shrinking in my spirits, but I hold my eyes to his. He nods slowly.
"Perhaps not." We stare at each other for a bit longer. "Naamarie, Caitlyn. I will see you in council with Lord Elrond." With that he strides off down the corridor. I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding and shiver. He is a scary, scary Elf. Run away! Run away! (Courtesy of Monty Python and the Search for the Holy Grail) I shrug off the aftereffects of his presence and go back to the Great Hall. I wave at all the people and walk up to the High Table. Before I reach it, Legolas strides out and takes my arm.
"Caitlyn, you cannot mean to consort with that oaf, can you?" He whispers furiously into my ear. "He's mortal!"
"So am I, Legolas. I judge the pointy ears unimportant. Do not forget, a human woman raised me. I do not consider myself to be an Elf." I say to him calmly. Arwen is facing us now, a frown of concern on her face. I think she can hear us. The Elves around us are ignoring us politely. Boromir looks murderous. He gets up and starts to walk around the table. I don't want the Fellowship to begin like this, so I jerk my arm out of Legolas' grasp. "I will talk with you later, Legolas. I will leave you with a thought though. Perhaps I am more like Elrond's brother, then Elrond himself." I walk to meet Boromir and let him slip an arm around my waist. "Let's go." We walk out of the room, leaving Legolas staring after us.
I lean into Boromir and say, "I think that Legolas is jealous."
"So he should be. He missed out on you." I smile slightly.
"Quite a compliment. Flattery will get you everywhere."
"Really?" He leans over and kisses me.
"Mmm. Especially if you keep kissing so good." I laugh throatily. He laughs too. Damn, I'm good at this. We stop, sit and neck for a while. Can you think of a better way to waste time? Or is it really wasting time?
"Aw, isn't this cute?" I hear an amused voice say. I sit up and remove my mouth from Boromir's. It's the twins.
"I do notice though, that you two don't have anyone except each other. Oh how sad." I mock pout. I lean into Boromir and stare up at their faces. They seem embarrassed and a little angry. Laugh. It can be very easy to manipulate males. I wriggle a little, highlighting the fact that I prefer Boromir to an Elf. "Legolas is all alone too. Alllll aaaallllloooooonnnee." I warble. "Ah, the poor little princes got no princesses." I exaggerate a pout, pushing my lower lip out. Then I giggle and get up. Well, I start to. Boromir pulls me down onto his knees. "Boromir!" He nips the back of my neck. "Let me up!"
"All right." With that he opens his arms, and I get up. I stand up then he knocks my feet out from under me with a sweep of his leg and I fall back down into his lap.
"Grrrr! I will get you, you know that don't you?" I slap him playfully. "Please let me up?"
"Since you asked so nicely, yes." Then he pushes me out of his lap. I fall forwards, stumbling into the waiting arms of the twins. Thank goodness for Elven reflexes.
"You are so dead, you realize?" I glare at him, once I disentangle myself from Elladan and Elrohir. Elladan and Elrohir start to laugh, I glare at them, and then they collapse, howling with laughter. Boromir starts to laugh as well. "Honestly! All males are insane!" I stalk off, muttering to myself.