A/N: Enjoy…
"Do you know what I think?" Elrohir asked. He had cornered me again, just like our first meeting. He was very persistent, I must say, but it was quite annoying.
"What, Elrohir? What do you think?" I said irritably.
"I think," he stated arrogantly, "that you're afraid."
"Afraid of what?" I scoffed.
"You're afraid to lose control. You're afraid you'll like it. But most of all… You're afraid of me," He stated and rested his chin on his hands. I blushed and stared at him in disbelief.
"What makes you think I am afraid of you?" I asked haughtily.
"Face it. You avoid me. You probably go out of your way to do so." I blushed at him pointing it out. "See? You are afraid of me."
"I'll show you who's afraid," I muttered under my breath. He feigned he did not hear me.
"Pardon?"
I stood from my bed and strode to him quickly, so I did not scare myself out of it. I grabbed the collar of his tunic, pulled him up towards me and I brought my lips down on his. It was my first kiss and I used it to prove something. Oh well, I guess what's done is done. I ended the kiss when he stood up and pulled my body to his. I did not want it to go any farther than that. I stepped back and nearly fell, but kept my footing anyway. He stared at me, green eyes twinkling.
"I didn't think you had it in you, kid," he commended me. I blushed and looked down at my hands.
"I-I have to go," I stammered and turned to make my retreat. He laughed softly.
"Of course you do."
* * *
When I left Elrohir, I went to find Aragorn. I ran down the east wing, that's where the guests usually stayed save for special circumstances. I ran right into Telepandúnêiel and she was very pregnant. She smiled sweetly.
"Why, hello there, sunshine," she said quietly. I know, sunshine is not the best nickname but she said it went with my hair.
"Hey, Telepan," I said quietly.
"Where are you off to today?" She asked.
"I'm looking for Aragorn," I said rapidly. "When are you to give birth, again?"
"Yule," she said quite dreamily.
"Oh, that's lovely. Is it terribly hard to wait for the tiny being?"
"You have no idea. You'll know what it's like someday," she giggled. "Well, I have to go find your brother. I think I saw Aragorn on the archery field."
"Thanks!" I said as I left her so she could find Guyaturion.
I ran down the steps of the servants' quarters. And out into the gardens. From there I raced down another set of steps, around the main gate and out into the open archery field. Sure enough, there he was. Practicing on moving targets. I stepped up behind him.
"Not bad," I commented, then mentally smacked myself. I sounded like the dreaded Elrohir. And no I did not say it like Elrohir did with its hidden meaning. It was just some praise.
"Thanks," he said quietly as he took an arrow from the quiver on his back and strung it onto his bow. He pulled the string back and loosed it. Hit the target, not dead centre but still pretty good.
"Are you finished here? I could go if I'm bothering you," I said as he turned to me.
"No, I'm done… Is something bothering you?" He asked sensing a strange tone in my voice, which I had tried and failed to cover up. I was fidgeting.
"Aye." I moved my head in an "I-guess-you-could-say-that" manner.
"Well, what?" He asked giving me a weird look.
"I can't tell you here," I said under my breath.
"Where can you tell me?"
"Anywhere private."
* * *
"Do you talk to your brothers a lot?" I asked apprehensively. Aragorn and I were sitting in one of the secluded gardens.
"I do live with them," he pointed out.
"Right, I forgot," I said quietly as I sat trying to figure out how to word my question. "Do you know if your brother Elrohir likes anyone?"
"What do you mean 'Likes'?"
"Does he have feeling for anyone?"
"Oh yes he, no wait no… no he doesn't," he said hastily.
"He does?"
"Yes. Well, no. I mean, I'm not supposed to tell!" Aragorn exclaimed.
"Well, does he?"
"Yes."
"Who?"
"I told you I couldn't say!"
"You can say to me!"
"I told him I wouldn't!"
"Come on!"
"But… but…" he sighed in defeat. "I'll tell you but promise me you will not flip, o.k?"
"I promise!"
"He 'likes' you and Windarion," he said quietly as if he was going to be killed for letting it slip.
"See? Was that so hard?" I said keeping my calm façade of not caring.
"Yeah! I wasn't supposed to say anything! At least you didn't take it the wrong way. Don't you dare tell Windarion either!"
"I won't!"
* * *
At least my fears had been confirmed. He did have feelings for me. It terrified me and yet, still intrigued me at the same time. It is like the blade of a sword, it terrifies you because it could end your life but it is so enticing with the shining metal and sweet song of steel swishing through the air. I decided that I would be malevolent and toy around with him.
* * *
I could hear him coming down the corridor with Elladan. I was standing where the two corridors intersect, waiting. They were talking about something; I was not really paying attention. They walked almost in front of my when I darted out and grabbed Elrohir and kissed him. Elladan started laughing. Then, just as quickly as I had arrived, I bounced away down the hall. I knew he wanted to come after me, but he didn't want to leave Elladan either.
The second I was pretty sure I was out of earshot I began to laugh uncontrollably. About five minutes later I heard him walking toward me. I abruptly ended my laughing. I began to run when I heard him round the corner. No way was I going to let him win.
I was running down the main corridor when he cut me off. He had this devious smile on his face, and mischief, mixed with lust, shone in his bright green eyes. I stopped immediately when he stepped in front of me.
"What was that all about?" He asked confused.
"Pardon?" I asked equally confused.
"The kiss," he said simply.
"I've no idea of what you speak," I said as honestly as I could.
"You do because you just kissed me not five minutes ago," he stated.
"Nay?" I said sort of senseless. He was getting frustrated.
"Aye."
"You've got the wrong elf. I assure you," I said as if he was not thinking straight.
"I assure you I have the right elf," he persisted. This elf didn't give up.
"No, you have the wrong elf, I've been in the gardens all afternoon. It seems, Elrohir, that you have a secret admirer," I said trying to contain my laughter at his frustration. With that I, shaking with laughter, turned and left him standing in the corridor.
* * *
My laughter rang through my room with amazing resonance. With so much feeling it caused all seven of my brothers and Telepandúnêiel to come see what was so funny. I could not even answer they're questions that was how hilarious I thought my triumph was. Though, my triumph did not last. Elrohir had a way of catching me off guard more often than I caught him.
* * *
I was in my room. It was the day after I had 'surprised' him in the corridor. I was just reading peacefully enjoying the afternoon sun that streamed in through my window and bathed me in a wonderful light. I was so entranced in my book that when I put it down to take a drink of my water I was looking at Elrohir, who was sitting about five feet away from me looking very pleased with himself.
"Well, what do you want?" I asked coldly. He looked at me with mock sadness.
"I only came to say hello," he said after a moment's pause.
"Hello and Good bye," I said not looking at him as I returned my attention to my book.
"Why won't you give me a chance?"
"Why should I?"
"Because you'd like me and what I have to… offer." I, indignantly, snorted at the mere suggestion.
"Do you really think I'd like it?"
"I know you would."
"How can you know?"
"I can see it when you look at me." I laughed.
"Why you arrogant-."
"Call me what you will but you know you're curious." I did not answer him, because in all truth I was. He laughed softly.
In an instant, Elrohir was on top of me in my chair. I gazed up into his dark, intensified green eyes. He smiled benevolently down at me. He wanted this badly; I could tell by the way his urgency met my lips. What bothered me most was that I did not stop him. Then his hand wound its way down my side and to… well, you get the picture. I cursed my body for reacting to him. It was getting pretty heavy.
Suddenly, there was a knock on my door. And, without warning, Celebiathion strode into my room. Elrohir looked up and turned his head toward my brother. I looked at him over Elrohir's shoulder. His mouth dropped and then anger filled his features. He marched over to us and threw Elrohir off me.
"What the hell is going on here?" He bellowed at Elrohir.
"Athion, it's not his fault leave him be-," I started.
"What right have you to do that to him?!" He shouted. "He's only a child at 1800!!"
"I'm not a child, thank you!" I yelled at him.
"You should know better, Elrohir! I mean look at him. He's not even of age! You're nearly 300 years older than him too! I wouldn't care if it was the others, but he's so young!" With that Celebiathion grabbed Elrohir by the arm and dragged him to where the rest of my brothers were talking in a sitting room. He threw Elrohir toward them. "You will not believe what I just caught him trying to do with Legolas."
My brothers just looked from Celebiathion to Elrohir to me. I blushed in shame but I was holding myself tall. No way was I going to cower under their scrutinizing gaze. They returned to Celebiathion to get what he 'caught' him trying to do.
"He was basically trying to engage in…in… in relations with him!"
This statement angered my brothers. They were up from their chairs in an instant, shouting in rage at Elrohir. He took it all and didn't flinch as they shouted at him but it was when they finished that he spoke to try to explain himself.
"You may look down your nose at me for what I did," he stated. "But I will not, nor will I ever, regret it."
Elrohir turned on his heel and left my brothers dumbstruck. For everything they expected him to say, I don't think any of us expected him to say that. I was, actually, proud of him at that moment. They turned to me.
"Legolas, do you know what you were doing?" Lossenethir asked calmly.
"Of course I know what I was doing or else I would have been there would I?" I barked.
"You must understand, we don't want you to get hurt," he said sincerely.
"I know you don't, but you must understand how humiliated I was. I know you were looking out for me and everything, but I must find things out on my own," I said with sincerity and a little bit of annoyance.
"We know you want to find things out and so on, but did it have to be with Elrohir? He is one of the biggest tramps I have ever known," Windarion said frankly.
"I'm sure you know this from experience too!" I said with anger and left my brother blushing furiously. My assumption had been correct.
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A/N: How was that? Was it good? I hope so… I'm really sorry this took me forever to get up, but it's been hectic around here. Too much homework, etc. Well I hope you liked it enough that you feel the need to review… Thank you for reading this by the way… I'm so happy that I have 95 reviews!! I am so glad you guys are liking this… No Legolas isn't gay… No it's not an Aragorn Legolas romance. Please review, no flames though, constructive criticism is welcome… Thank you again for reading this… Luv Gia