Did ya miss me? Ya did? Aw, I feel spshesial. Really. Hehehehehehehe! I
laugh at you all! Shiva dances! Destruction, death and chaos! Lol. Well,
let's just see who or what is making that horrendous noise in the corridor
outside Caitlyn's room, shall we? Oh and thanx to my reviewers- Zerah Star,
thanks for setting me straight about the chapter as well, Firebird,
Midnight, Zebeblum, Lizzie Walker, blue4dogs, Tinne, Audra night, Daemon
Woman and tani-rainflight. Thank you all from the depths of my heart. I
know I have one around here somewhere. . .wait, here it is! In a jar.
Actually, I don't think that's mine. Like, not mine personally. Whose heart
is that? I can't remember, I have lots around the place and the label's
come off. Have I scared you now?
"Let go of me! I will see her, despite your foul tricks! Ay, bet that hurt. Now, let go, you thrice damned Elves!" A man's voice shouting. A scuffle. A thud against a wall. Frodo's eyes are wide, staring out of his white face. I sigh and sink back down onto the bed. I think I know who it is. "I said, I will see her and there is naught you can do to stop me!" My door is slammed upon and Boromir stands there, panting. I can see the head of an unknown male Elf over his shoulder. He's going to have a black eye come morning, that Elf. He looks pissed too. "Cat, love, I'm so sorry." Boromir stumbles forward and kneels by my bed. I reach out and weakly ruffle his hair.
"Hey, don' worry bout it. I wasn't concentrating." I lean down and whisper into his ear what I told Frodo. His eyes go wide, then he chuckles deep in his throat. The Elf looks scandalized. Hehe. I like doing that! So prim, proper and precise. Howzat for alliteration?! Boromir gently frames my face with his hands, then kisses me gently.
"Never do that again."
"What, fall off a horse? I didn't plan to do it the first time. I was distracted, as I said." There are these big silly grins on both of our faces. Frodo coughs politely. "Frodo, maaaate, can you hold off the Elves for a moment?" I turn my head and stare at the gathering crowd of Elves near the doorway. "Never heard of privacy? Clear orf!" With offended comments in Elvish, they do. Frodo goes out with them and closes the door quietly. He's a true friend. "Now, what where we up to? Oh yes. . ." Boromir sits on the edge of the bed and commences to show me exactly how worried and afraid and upset he was. Mmmmmmm. He's an awfully good kisser. Can't do much more then that, because Arwen will be back any minute. I melt. Oh yyyeeeessss. . .Rational thought goes out the window, and my back has to really hurt to get my attention.
"Damn!" He springs off the bed with alacrity as a we hear a door knock. Grrr. I hastily try and smooth out my hair and slow down my breathing. My lips feel sore. I hope they're not too red and puffy. I yawn as the door opens. I feel warm and loved. Hopefully, I have laid that voice for good. Die evil, whispering voice, DIE!
"Caitlyn, are you ready to eat yet?" It's Arwen,
"Yes." I call out. Arwen enters, carefully holding a tray with utensils and plates and stuff on it. "Super! Food!" I clap my hands. She sets me up to eat, fussing all the while. Boromir is standing away from the bed now, relegated to standing helplessly. I smile and blow him a kiss, then get stuck into my food. It's really good, like all the food here in the Last Homely House. I dip the bread into the soup and nibble at it. Mmm. I like food. Does everyone like food? It certainly makes living easier. Boromir finally dares to move and comes and stands on the other side of the bed. I finish most of it of, and Arwen takes the tray. "Thanks, Arwen."
"Do not worry about it." She smiles and takes the tray away.
"Are you sure you'll be all right, Cat?" Boromir says as he gets onto the bed and lies down beside me. I turn on my arm to face him.
"Oh most def. I would like to get up now, but I suppose I have to wait for Elrond to say I can. Oh woe is me." I laugh and lie back down onto the bed. His hand plays idly with my hair. He raises himself onto his arm, and then leans over me to kiss me. Suddenly, he flies off me and I am staring into the angry eyes of Legolas. I hear a thud, which I think is Boromir hitting the wall or the floor. Depends on how hard Legolas threw him. "Legolas! How dare you!" I slap him hard across the face. He steps back, raising a hand to his cheek, where I can see a red handprint forming. "Boromir? Boromir?!" I raise myself onto my elbows then determinedly get out of bed, on the opposite side to Legolas. Clutching my ribs, I doggedly make my way over to Boromir, lying sprawled across the floor.
"Cat? Get. Back. In. Bed." Boromir pants groggily as he tries to rise. His expression turns murderous. "I am going to kill you, Elf. No matter your lineage." I slump down next to him, tears rolling down my face from the pain. I embrace Boromir and stare steadily at Legolas through the tears. His Elven façade of disinterest has cracked, and he is gaping in bewilderment.
"Shh, Boromir. He is going to apologize right now, aren't you Legolas?" Boromir raises himself to a half sitting position and wipes the tears from my face with shaking fingers.
"Ah, Cat, why did you get up?" He lifts me easily into his lap and cradles me. We both stare at Legolas, who looks like he wishes the earth would swallow him up.
"Cat-"
I interrupt him. "Caitlyn."
He looks like I slapped him again. "Caitlyn, I am so sorry, I don't understand why I did it. I don't know what possessed me. Boromir, I offer my sincerest apologies, I don't know what came over me." He looks honestly appalled at his actions. Sickened.
"You're not being forgiven that easily. Nuff said, someone help me back to bed." I shakily rise to my feet. Boromir jumps up behind me, shaking his head to clear it of the last traces of dizziness. He takes my arm and helps me hobble to the bed, and then lifts me into it. Legolas hasn't moved, frozen to the spot with chagrin, remorse and shame. He must feel that he has dishonored himself almost past repair.
"If you will please excuse me, Lady Caitlyn, Lord Boromir." He makes a jerky bow and turns to leave.
"Legolas, come here." I say. Boromir growls softly. Legolas turns back and strides quickly to the bedside. He kneels, expression anguished. "Just, don' do it again, hai? Boromir, could you leave while I talk with Legolas please?" Boromir stalks out, back rigid with anger. He closes the door behind him, half slamming it. Legolas looks up at me. "Oh stand up, why don't you? Then grab the chair and sit down." I tell him crossly. He does so quickly. "Now, let's have a little chat. I am, by my standards at least, an adult. What gives you the right to behave like that?" He wilts under my fierce glare.
"I don't know. . . I just, couldn't stand it, watching him over you." Legolas looks away, fists clenching. "It's not right. Shouldn't happen."
"What I choose to do is my business, but the way you're going, you are going to finish off the Fellowship before we even leave." I say firmly.
"And he should have looked after you better. You shouldn't be here, and wouldn't be if he had been paying attention." Legolas' looks up again, eyes flashing sparks.
"Again, my business. Legolas, I would like to be your friend. You were the first person I met, when I tumbled into this world. I used to dream about meeting you, of being in Middle Earth. Of traveling to Mirkwood, or Rivendell. Meeting Elves. Of people with ears like mine, where I was at least partway normal." My breath catches in my throat at remembered pain. "Will you be my friend Legolas?"
"Caitlyn, I would be honored." He says seriously. I grin widely.
"Coolies! Now, let's talk about nicer things. What's Mirkwood like, or rather what was it like before it became the Mirkwood and was still the Greenwood?" We sit and chat, and to tell the truth, it is very interesting. It's one thing to read, quite another to hear from the lips of one who had experienced it himself. Boromir stuck his head around the door.
"Can I come back in?"
"Sure, all's sorted, all's well. Leggy's gonna be good, he promised." Boromir stifles a snort of laughter. Legolas' eyebrows rise so high they almost vanish into his hairline.
"Leggy?" He enquires affrontedly.
"Yep. Leggy. Boromir I haven't decided yet. It's a hard name to shorten." I say on a laugh. Boromir comes and sits on the bed. We all talk. It's good. You can feel the wave of testosterone ebbing. Which is a great and goodly thing. Then there is another knock on the door. We look up, and the twins enter, dressed for travel.
Sqqquuuuuuueeeeeee! Needed to stop, so I'll just put that in. And this whole story needs to speed up, really. Expect some more action from here on in, folks! Legolas is very jealous here, isn't he? Which may or may not be OOC. I actually don't think he is because as a Prince, he would be proud. And as an Elf, even prouder. Ah guys. And they accuse us of sexual jealousy. Humph. Stupid males. They annoy me, truly they do. But they have their uses. Like doing manual labour and lifting heavy stuff. And taking care of the smarter sex. ie, all women. Hehehe! Lol. Who out there agrees wit me?
"Let go of me! I will see her, despite your foul tricks! Ay, bet that hurt. Now, let go, you thrice damned Elves!" A man's voice shouting. A scuffle. A thud against a wall. Frodo's eyes are wide, staring out of his white face. I sigh and sink back down onto the bed. I think I know who it is. "I said, I will see her and there is naught you can do to stop me!" My door is slammed upon and Boromir stands there, panting. I can see the head of an unknown male Elf over his shoulder. He's going to have a black eye come morning, that Elf. He looks pissed too. "Cat, love, I'm so sorry." Boromir stumbles forward and kneels by my bed. I reach out and weakly ruffle his hair.
"Hey, don' worry bout it. I wasn't concentrating." I lean down and whisper into his ear what I told Frodo. His eyes go wide, then he chuckles deep in his throat. The Elf looks scandalized. Hehe. I like doing that! So prim, proper and precise. Howzat for alliteration?! Boromir gently frames my face with his hands, then kisses me gently.
"Never do that again."
"What, fall off a horse? I didn't plan to do it the first time. I was distracted, as I said." There are these big silly grins on both of our faces. Frodo coughs politely. "Frodo, maaaate, can you hold off the Elves for a moment?" I turn my head and stare at the gathering crowd of Elves near the doorway. "Never heard of privacy? Clear orf!" With offended comments in Elvish, they do. Frodo goes out with them and closes the door quietly. He's a true friend. "Now, what where we up to? Oh yes. . ." Boromir sits on the edge of the bed and commences to show me exactly how worried and afraid and upset he was. Mmmmmmm. He's an awfully good kisser. Can't do much more then that, because Arwen will be back any minute. I melt. Oh yyyeeeessss. . .Rational thought goes out the window, and my back has to really hurt to get my attention.
"Damn!" He springs off the bed with alacrity as a we hear a door knock. Grrr. I hastily try and smooth out my hair and slow down my breathing. My lips feel sore. I hope they're not too red and puffy. I yawn as the door opens. I feel warm and loved. Hopefully, I have laid that voice for good. Die evil, whispering voice, DIE!
"Caitlyn, are you ready to eat yet?" It's Arwen,
"Yes." I call out. Arwen enters, carefully holding a tray with utensils and plates and stuff on it. "Super! Food!" I clap my hands. She sets me up to eat, fussing all the while. Boromir is standing away from the bed now, relegated to standing helplessly. I smile and blow him a kiss, then get stuck into my food. It's really good, like all the food here in the Last Homely House. I dip the bread into the soup and nibble at it. Mmm. I like food. Does everyone like food? It certainly makes living easier. Boromir finally dares to move and comes and stands on the other side of the bed. I finish most of it of, and Arwen takes the tray. "Thanks, Arwen."
"Do not worry about it." She smiles and takes the tray away.
"Are you sure you'll be all right, Cat?" Boromir says as he gets onto the bed and lies down beside me. I turn on my arm to face him.
"Oh most def. I would like to get up now, but I suppose I have to wait for Elrond to say I can. Oh woe is me." I laugh and lie back down onto the bed. His hand plays idly with my hair. He raises himself onto his arm, and then leans over me to kiss me. Suddenly, he flies off me and I am staring into the angry eyes of Legolas. I hear a thud, which I think is Boromir hitting the wall or the floor. Depends on how hard Legolas threw him. "Legolas! How dare you!" I slap him hard across the face. He steps back, raising a hand to his cheek, where I can see a red handprint forming. "Boromir? Boromir?!" I raise myself onto my elbows then determinedly get out of bed, on the opposite side to Legolas. Clutching my ribs, I doggedly make my way over to Boromir, lying sprawled across the floor.
"Cat? Get. Back. In. Bed." Boromir pants groggily as he tries to rise. His expression turns murderous. "I am going to kill you, Elf. No matter your lineage." I slump down next to him, tears rolling down my face from the pain. I embrace Boromir and stare steadily at Legolas through the tears. His Elven façade of disinterest has cracked, and he is gaping in bewilderment.
"Shh, Boromir. He is going to apologize right now, aren't you Legolas?" Boromir raises himself to a half sitting position and wipes the tears from my face with shaking fingers.
"Ah, Cat, why did you get up?" He lifts me easily into his lap and cradles me. We both stare at Legolas, who looks like he wishes the earth would swallow him up.
"Cat-"
I interrupt him. "Caitlyn."
He looks like I slapped him again. "Caitlyn, I am so sorry, I don't understand why I did it. I don't know what possessed me. Boromir, I offer my sincerest apologies, I don't know what came over me." He looks honestly appalled at his actions. Sickened.
"You're not being forgiven that easily. Nuff said, someone help me back to bed." I shakily rise to my feet. Boromir jumps up behind me, shaking his head to clear it of the last traces of dizziness. He takes my arm and helps me hobble to the bed, and then lifts me into it. Legolas hasn't moved, frozen to the spot with chagrin, remorse and shame. He must feel that he has dishonored himself almost past repair.
"If you will please excuse me, Lady Caitlyn, Lord Boromir." He makes a jerky bow and turns to leave.
"Legolas, come here." I say. Boromir growls softly. Legolas turns back and strides quickly to the bedside. He kneels, expression anguished. "Just, don' do it again, hai? Boromir, could you leave while I talk with Legolas please?" Boromir stalks out, back rigid with anger. He closes the door behind him, half slamming it. Legolas looks up at me. "Oh stand up, why don't you? Then grab the chair and sit down." I tell him crossly. He does so quickly. "Now, let's have a little chat. I am, by my standards at least, an adult. What gives you the right to behave like that?" He wilts under my fierce glare.
"I don't know. . . I just, couldn't stand it, watching him over you." Legolas looks away, fists clenching. "It's not right. Shouldn't happen."
"What I choose to do is my business, but the way you're going, you are going to finish off the Fellowship before we even leave." I say firmly.
"And he should have looked after you better. You shouldn't be here, and wouldn't be if he had been paying attention." Legolas' looks up again, eyes flashing sparks.
"Again, my business. Legolas, I would like to be your friend. You were the first person I met, when I tumbled into this world. I used to dream about meeting you, of being in Middle Earth. Of traveling to Mirkwood, or Rivendell. Meeting Elves. Of people with ears like mine, where I was at least partway normal." My breath catches in my throat at remembered pain. "Will you be my friend Legolas?"
"Caitlyn, I would be honored." He says seriously. I grin widely.
"Coolies! Now, let's talk about nicer things. What's Mirkwood like, or rather what was it like before it became the Mirkwood and was still the Greenwood?" We sit and chat, and to tell the truth, it is very interesting. It's one thing to read, quite another to hear from the lips of one who had experienced it himself. Boromir stuck his head around the door.
"Can I come back in?"
"Sure, all's sorted, all's well. Leggy's gonna be good, he promised." Boromir stifles a snort of laughter. Legolas' eyebrows rise so high they almost vanish into his hairline.
"Leggy?" He enquires affrontedly.
"Yep. Leggy. Boromir I haven't decided yet. It's a hard name to shorten." I say on a laugh. Boromir comes and sits on the bed. We all talk. It's good. You can feel the wave of testosterone ebbing. Which is a great and goodly thing. Then there is another knock on the door. We look up, and the twins enter, dressed for travel.
Sqqquuuuuuueeeeeee! Needed to stop, so I'll just put that in. And this whole story needs to speed up, really. Expect some more action from here on in, folks! Legolas is very jealous here, isn't he? Which may or may not be OOC. I actually don't think he is because as a Prince, he would be proud. And as an Elf, even prouder. Ah guys. And they accuse us of sexual jealousy. Humph. Stupid males. They annoy me, truly they do. But they have their uses. Like doing manual labour and lifting heavy stuff. And taking care of the smarter sex. ie, all women. Hehehe! Lol. Who out there agrees wit me?