Legolas awoke the next morning feeling, in a word, crap.
It took him awhile to recall what had happened the night before and found that after he had drunk several goblets of wine, he could not remember anything after that.
He wondered if this was a bad thing.
He got out of his tree-ish bed and wandered to down to brekkie, trying to look as though he didn't have a headache and knew exactly what events had previously transpired.
He was greeted by a very worse for wear looking Elanor, who smirked at him and then winced as smirking hurt her head.
'Greetings, little hobbit lass,' he said.
'G'morning,' she muttered. Her face then broke into a (painful) smile and she said somewhat cheerfully 'great night, eh?'
'Er-' Legolas paused. Oh, if only he could remember! 'Yes, it was lovely.'
'I'm not sure Luthien would describe it as lovely though,' Elanor said in a conversational tone. As conversational as she could be this early in the morning (although it was actually quite close to lunch) which was probably actually more insane than conversational.
Sheesh must stop saying conversational.
'She would not?' Legolas wondered why this could be. Luthien was generally so at peace with the world.
'No… honestly, I can't imagine why she didn't like our song,' Elanor said shaking her head. She quickly stopped. Shaking…bad.
'…song?'
She nodded enthusiastically and groaned. 'My poor head. What do you elves put in your wine anyway?'
'Song,' Legolas repeated.
'Song?…oh, yes, song. You know. You started singing her all those song things- heh, you were soooo drunk, even worse than me- and then I helped you out cos you got stuck, remember?'
Legolas looked blankly at her.
'Leggy?'
'I remember no singing,' he said after a little while.
'Oh. Well, perhaps it's for the best.'
Legolas was about to say he didn't think so somehow, when Luthien appeared on the scene. She had actually had a fairly good nights sleep, if you didn't include the many nightmares she had had about Legolas singing to her wearing a red dress. She didn't know what the significance of the red dress was… she hoped there was no significance to it at all, actually.
'Luthien,' he said with a slight bow.
'Legolas,' she greeted him, nodding her head curtly. In usual circumstances she would have stayed around to flirt with him, but times had changed. Yes times they were a changing.
He paused. 'How are you?'
'Quite well, thank you. And yourself?'
Elanor rolled her eyes. 'well I'm feeling rather horrible. So I'm off to have some breakfast and leave you two to your oh so fascinating conversation.' She loped off slowly, planning her morning snack. She did hope Pippin would be there. When Legolas had gone to bed the evening before the two of them had played a merry game of merriness. With Merry. She couldn't really remember the rules but it involved a lot of laughing and he had given her a piggy back ride. They should have got sloshed more often, she thought reflectively until she decided that it was too hard to think in a reflective manner with such a bad headache.
Legolas looked awkward. 'Luthien- I apologise for anything I may have done this past evening, for I cannot remember what foolish behaviour I may have displayed.'
She could not stay grumpy at him for long. 'That's okay!' She said happily, bouncing on the balls of her feet. 'You were just a little bit odd.'
Legolas tried to change the subject by saying 'and what have you planned to do this fine day, Luthien?'
But she continued. 'I mean, when you started singing I was a little bit worried about you…'
'A long walk perhaps?' He asked hastily.
'But then Elanor joined in and it all started to go a bit insane…more than it already was, anyway… so I left.'
Legolas sighed. Perhaps it was time he gave up drinking so much wine. It seemed to have an undesirable effect upon him.
"Oh," Luthien realised he had been making subtle attempts at changing the subject, "But you were saying…?"
Legolas was looking a wee bit embarrassed and when he spoke he looked down at his boots instead of meeting her eyes. "You desire me to teach you archery?"
"I do desire you." She said, and quickly added, "To teach me."
He glanced at her and smiled. "Would you like to begin?"
"Lead on the way." And they went off together to start the fun that was archery lessons.
And back due to popular demand we have everyone's favourite hobbits, Elanor et Pippin. True, they were in the story only a few pages ago… but I really wanted to write that. So I did.
Anyhap.
Elanor was sitting there eating her breakfast sleepily, the spoon occasionally missing her mouth. Her aim wasn't always at its best in the mornings. And this certainly was morning. No… it wasn't. It was almost lunch.
But that's not the point!
No!
So there she was, eating, her (beautiful) curly hair falling about her face because she had not bothered to tie it back with her ribbon, when Pippin came in looking sleepy. He sat down next to her and started eating, without saying a word to her.
She felt a bit offended until she remembered that he was after all a true hobbit- she was also a true hobbit only…not as true as him. And so she could understand his true need for food, a need which was far louder than anything else. Like talking. Talking was such an unnecessary thing when food was concerned.
Yes.
Pippin said something funny.
Elanor laughed.
"So…what happens now?' Pippin asked in his Scottish accented way.
"Erm, I don't know. Any ideas?" Elanor replied through a mouthful of food.
"Fancy a bit of fun?"
Elanor raised her eyebrows. "What sort of fun?"
"The kind where we er, have a little one-sided jesting, that sort of thing."
"Oh," she said enthusiastically, "Like practical joking?"
"Yes, probably." Pippin agreed, not understanding the term, but he was sure it was probably the same thing.
"What are we doing?" Merry came up and asked.
"Nothing!" Elanor said as Pippin opened his mouth to speak. She didn't want that Merry involved. No sir, he'd be a bit in the way of her plans.
"We have to go now and so we'll see you later, right? BYE!" And off she went dragging an apologetic Pippin behind her.
"I can't help but notice I'm being rather neglected lately," said Merry.
"Me too," Said Gimli, and they sat down together and played 'go fish'.
"You place your hands here," Legolas stood before Luthien with his bow and showed her how to grasp the middle thingy (Luthien nodded absently- for some reason she couldn't quite concentrate on his words), "and hold it like so."
"Yeeeeeees…" Luthien waited.
"..So, you do that then," He said, prompting her to do as he did.
"Oh," Luthien said feeling foolish, "I see." She picked up her bow and held it like he was.
"That's right and place an arrow to the string," He stretched it out perfectly and Luthien's jaw dropped. He was SO HOT!
"Oh um yes, like this?"
"Er, pull it back, Luthien."
She did but found it very hard to hold it for long.
He smiled at her and said, "Very good. Now you must aim for the target…" and went on for a while before shooting. He turned to her. Luthien smiled but it was more like a grimace. Her arm was going to fall off!
"Now?" She asked labouredly.
"Yes."
She let the arrow fly…
"Erm…that's…that's a start…" Legolas looked at Luthien sceptically, "Ah, are you sure you would like to learn archery? You are quite skilled with a sword." He smiled at her reassuringly.
"Um, sorry about that," Luthien said, looking at the arrow in the fruit bowl that sat furthest from the target.
"Shall we try again?" He lifted an eyebrow.
"Why not?" Luthien said, then cringed at the thought of the possible answer.
"Why not indeed?"
This was of course a rhetorical question and Luthien felt no desire to answer it.
She held up the bow once more, stretched the string back, and let the arrow…flop listlessly onto the grass at their feet.
This brilliant display of arching was greeted with a loud snort of laughter from behind the trees, followed by 'oh, no, quick! Run!' And the sound of scampering hobbit feet.
Luthien turned back to her wise teacher, ignoring the hobbits with an air of airity.
'Perhaps my arms are not yet as strong as they should be,' she said sadly.
Legolas patted her not-very-strong-yet arms ('ahhhhhhh,' she thought peacefully) and smiled at her comfortingly.
He did have such a nice smile. It was so much better to be with a sober Legolas. When he was tipsy he was ever so odd- so much more like her- but when he was normal it was just lovely and beautiful and she wanted to sex him and his arrow right there and then. Although maybe not the arrow, she decided thoughtfully.
'Pardon?' She asked, realising that he was talking animatedly to her about arrows.
"The arrow must be slotted…' Luthien zoned out again, admiring his muscles. She couldn't see them but she knew they were there. And they were muscular.
"So…now you can run me through it." He said finishing.
Crap. Crappitycraptymerde. Oh no. He wanted her to show him what she was meant to do, eh? That may be a slight problem on account of her not knowing what exactly to do as she wasn't really listening. Damn.
"Legolas, answer me honestly," she said buying some time, and pretending to prepare her bow, "do you think me a…an able fighter?"
He looked taken aback. "Well…Luthien, who has been filling your mind with doubts?"
She placed an arrow to the string, but did not pull it back, "Its nothing. Forget I asked."
He was concerned. She could see this in his fair face. She could hear it in the fair words he spoke to her. She could feel it in the gentle touch of his hand on her back. But she couldn't smell it though. That's ok. "By all that we have been through together, through the dangers we have faced, the enemies we have thwarted, and by the deep bond you owe me as your friend, tell me Luthien Firithnar, what has happened to thee?"
Whoa. Fully taken off guard by his sudden contact and sexy…kindness, Luthien accidentally let the arrow fly. She blinked. Then she turned to Legolas, then back to the arrow and blinked again. "I hit it! I hit the mark! Well…kind of." she said, scrunching up her nose sceptically at the arrow stuck in the backboard part behind the target.
"A good start." He nodded earnestly and she grinned at him.
"Thank you."
"Tell me now, my friend, has some one said something to upset you so?"
"Oh…not really, its just…hard, I suppose, being in a fellowship with only two females, and now of course with Gandalf gone-" she stopped. His face had gone hurtfully sad and she felt a bit sad too, even though she knew that Gandalf was coming back.
"I'm…I'm sorry," she said quietly.
"It is not you, Luthien, for me the grief is still too near. And that is no fault of yours."
"Come here," she said and placed her arms about him. It was a bit awkward, hugging someone who's a head taller than yourself, but it was done. And it was nice.
"So you have no more doubts?" he asked when she had reluctantly released him.
"No."
"Good," he said happily, "Now we can continue with your archery."
"Um…yes we could do that I suppose. Can't think of anything else though can you? No?" she sighed disappointedly, wishing he shared her need for snogging, "Let us continue with my practices then. I wonder though," she said, on a sudden impulse, 'if you could stand behind me and er, help me to hold it up."
Sheesh, is exactly what Elanor would have been thinking, had she actually been there.
"Um…if you will it so." Legolas said uncertainly. Ah, sweet innocence…
He came up behind her and gingerly leaned over to help her hold the bow.
Luthien restrained herself from squealing and also from biting his arm. Mmm tasty arms.
Heheheheh, she thought, I am the best! He's all mine. And to think, a wee time ago I would have been bored to death in triple troll morning about now. (Triple troll, of course, being the 3 lessons in a row taken by Ms. Phillips, the cave troll of S.A.C.)
'Yes, that is much more comfortable,' she said, sneakily snuggling against him, 'and it will do to have knowledge of other weapons should I find myself in an unlucky circumstance.'
'Indeed. And truly I think we will find ourselves guided by luck, whether it be well or turned against us,' he replied from behind. Ah, she could smell his masculine yet fruity elven smell. Essence of Legolas.
'Mmm…" she replied and fought against a desire to drool.
'Now I'll help you aim and, when I tell you, fire.'
'That is well,' she sighed romantically. And with Legolas she lifted up the bow and took aim.
'Fire!'
She let the arrow fly and it whistled through the air shortly before hitting its mark, dead centre.
'Excellent!' he said and she squeaked happily. Instead of looking at her in doubt of her sanity, he laughed, and a great big fuzzy feeling came into her stomach. No, she wasn't going to be sick. She was just falling in love… more.
Then there was a slight uncomfortable silence between them, and Legolas looked around absently while Luthien blushed a deep shade of scarlet. She hoped he didn't catch her last thought about their wedding night. That would not be a very good thing.
His hand was still on hers, and she was very much aware of it. Unfortunately he became aware of it just then and let go.
'Damn.' She accidentally said aloud and he looked at her startled, 'oh, er… my head aches. Yep.' It didn't hurt much though, she just didn't want him to know how very upset it made her to lose his hand.
He touched her face and slowly the headache went away, such was the healing power of elves. He smiled, 'Better?' he asked her tenderly.
'Uh huh,' she answered entranced. Oh why would he not kiss her? Why! Oh, hang on, what's he doing? What the?
It seemed that Legolas the aloof, Legolas the princely, Legolas the unaware-he-was-being-flirted-with, Leggy the Legmeister, was leaning in for a kiss. It was sweet and sexy at the same time and when they pulled away, Luthien opened her eyes to make sure he was still there. His eyes were closed and he opened them and met her eyes. Neither spoke for a moment. 'I…Luthien I wanted to show you the way of my heart. How it sings your name. How it wakes me in the night and the way I can trace your face amongst the stars. I have fallen from solitariness to meet you, yet I have risen amongst the stars to touch you and know that you are real. What do you say to that?'
Luthien was gobsmacked. Surely Legolas was delusional. Or she was delusional. Or everyone was delusional and just wasn't aware of it. It just didn't make sense.
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'Well. I. Erm, me and Pippin,' she said, bringing Pippin in front of her as a shield. 'We kind of… drugged him.'
Her friend stared at her unblinkingly and said nothing.
'It must've been a bit strong as he had all that wine last night, but er, it was for you.'
'Um. Thanks? You have been a wonderful friend with your drugging of my heart's desire. Not only did you make me believe that he loved me but now you have to change him back to unloving unsexable Leggy… well VERY sexable, but not wanting to sex…' She trailed off grumpily.
'Perhaps… perhaps it is better that way,' Elanor said slowly and somewhat cautiously.
'Grrr.'
'Perhaps not.'
'Perhaps,' Luthien said slowly and in a fake happy tone, 'I should cut off all your curly hair, braid it, and use it to make a noose for a certain wicked little friend of mine.' Elanor's eyes widened. 'YOU,' Luthien mock whispered.
'I…I can reverse it… I… I think,' Elanor said, pulling her hair back away from Luthien's grasp.
'You THINK?"
'I do. Um, think… with my head.'
Luthien's cheeks were pink with pent up rage and she breathed deeply, trying to control herself. 'So. Reverse it then. Go on,' she said, folding her arms across her chest and looking down her nose at Elanor, scowling. A little like McGonagall, but more beautiful.
'Well, I was, er, kind of thinking I might wait a little bit. Until he wakes up. And then… he, um, he might be back to normal by then, mightn't he?' Elanor said hopefully.
Luthien tapped her foot impatiently and heaved a great sigh. "Oh, the incredible wisdom of hobbits,' she said sarcastically.
'Yeah,' Elanor agreed nodding her head, choosing to ignore the element of sarcasm in her friend's voice. Which was great. Not her friend's voice…although that was great too… but the element of sarcasm IN the voice.
PIPPIN IS SO COOL.
'How long will it take for him to wake up then?' Luthien challenged Elanor, not really expecting an answer at all.
'Oh… about… so long,' Elanor said vaguely, waving her hand about floppily.
Pippin continued to shuffle his feet about uncomfortably. He really hoped Elanor could pull off what ever it was she was talking about. Until then, he would just be silent and let her ramble. Thinking of Diamond of Long Cleeve...
'Okay, seeing as this is getting us no where whatsoever in the least bit, Git,' the elf spat at the frightened and dimwitted hobbit, 'why do you not tell me what DRUG you chose to poison my Light's mind and sexy body with, hmm?'
'Oh… er its one we found in Celeborn's rooms last night,' Elanor said casually. Luthien raised her eyebrows.
'You went into Lord Celeborn's rooms?'
'Yes, but it was only for a bit of fun. This elf toldus that he keeps some good substances in there and so we had a looksie,' Elanor waved her hand dismissively, 'but the point is: the stuff is called…er hang on, its in elvish, so um, well… you can come and see for yourself!'
Her friend stared at her incredulously. 'You want me to break into The Lord of Lothlorien's private quarters and rifle through his home-made drug store?'
'simply put, yes.'
'…alright then, what have I got to lose? No really, what? What indeed.'
'Legolas if you don't come.'
'Exactly.'
And with a nervous Pippin by their side, they shook hands and patted Legolas' head as they turned to leave.
'So erm, are we going to raid his closet again?' Pippin asked, and when they nodded added, 'Great! I want to find out if he's got any more of those maid clothing in that trunk under the bed. There's a story behind that.'
Luthien laughed, 'I'm sure there is.'
'I'm sure too.'
Three heads popped around a certain corner of a certain room of a certain lord and checked around for inhabitants or innocent elves who may happen to be occupying the room they were about to invade. 'Its clear,' Luthien whispered from under her green 'sneaking' cloak.
'Let's go then.' Elanor answered behind her, wrapped in a green sheet as she had no elven cloak.
Pippin nodded and casually bit into his apple before following the two sneaking maidens into Lord Celeborn's drug storage area thingy. Heh, Celeborn the Dealer.
'Er, it was over here wasn't it Pip?'
'Hold on,' he said pulling out the trunk from under Druggy's bed, 'Excellent!' he said, as he opened it up to reveal several glittering sparkly dresses.
'Oh my,' Luthien said disturbed, 'you scratch the surface and there lies the horror of the twisted elves! Not me of course,' She said to Pippin's ironic look, 'just the Lordly types. The princely types however…they are just gorgeous…' and she would have gone off into a ramble then if not for Elanor's sudden squeak of 'I found it!' which of course was more important than prattling on about Legolas as she wanted to restore him to his normal self.
'It was this one over here in the love section,' Elanor giggled.
Luthien threw her an amused glance but tried to maintain her dignity by clucking her tongue and shaking her head. 'It reads for the ensnaring of the affections of another's desire- a good choice. -Did you hear that?' she said frowning.
Elanor and Pippin shook their heads and looked at the elf's face- now keen and alert. 'Some one approaches!' she whispered and then they all dashed about madly looking for places to hide.
Now they all heard it, the gentle swish of a cloak and rustle of clothing softly heading in their direction. 'In there!' Luthien hissed at Elanor and Pippin and obediently they jumped into the small cupboard on the farthest side of the room opposite the door. Luthien however could not fit in there and urgently needed to find a place to hide or she would be in quite the situation. Again.
'Merde,' she moaned. There was nothing anywhere! No other place but the cupboard and even that was too small. Suddenly, as the swishing drew ever closer and clearer, a thought popped into Luthien's mind and grabbing a silky scarf, she threw off her cloak and ran into the small alcove beside the doorway. Luthien had just managed to slip the scarf over her upturned wrists and stand stiffly like a statue as the door opened and in stepped…Celeborn.
He looked just like he always did (a bit stupid, dim, and blonde of course), and did not notice that four eyes were staring out at him through the crack in the cupboard doors, blinking occasionally. The eyes followed him as he moved over to the bed, looked about swiftly, checking to see that no one was coming (he did not think to check in the cupboards) and then pulled the large trunk out from under the bed.
A small giggle erupted from the cupboard. Celeborn's elvish hearing did not pick up on this as he was concentrating on the contents of the trunk intently.
Luthien, standing just outside, her arms aching from being stiffly stuck in the same position for so long, heard him mutter 'the pink or the yellow?' in an agonised tone.
She let her arms flop with relief when she realised he would not come out for awhile, but did not dare to move.
Inside, Pippin and Elanor were watching as Celeborn tried on the yellow dress. It was a little tight in odd places, as, you know, dresses are designed for women's bodies, and Celeborn was not particularly feminine in terms of body shape, although, it appeared, his dress sense was extremely feminine. He spun around and smiled with delight as it swirled out around his ankles.
Turning his back to the spies in the cupboard, he began the difficult task of tying back his long blonde locks. After awhile, a long while, during which he swore a lot with frustration (maybe he had only been in the cross dressing business a short while) all his hair was tied back in a pony tail thing, with a big elvish clip holding it together at the top. He had probably stolen the clip from Galadriel.
Celeborn was busy at the mirror for ages, muttering to himself and looking through little bottles on the shelf under the mirror with interest, testing different scents and so on and so forth. Luthien caught snippets of his insane murmurings- 'hmmm, no, a bit too dark…need to emphasise the cheekbones more… oooh, that's nice…' and then 'OW!' as he had poked himself in the eye with the mascara thingy brush.
When he FINALLY turned back to look in the full length mirror, in complete view of Pippin and Elanor (who had been growing bored and were having thumb fight sort of things but were now alert once more), he was made up rather like a woman. He was very, very, very womanly. In fact he was hardly distinguishable as a man… except that he did not look like a real woman. If you know what I mean.
It was all the two hobbits could do not to scream with fright and then fall about in hysterics, as they were both desperate to do.
Luthien, who was now extremely bored and just wishing they could bloody well get out of there and rescue her Leggy, decided to have a quick peek inside. Surely he was finished being a girl for today by now?
She peered inside around the door frame, careful to be silent.
It was a strange sight that met her eyes.
She stepped back quickly and leaned against the wall, laughing silently.
Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
It was then that Celeborn decided to go for a brief walk in the sunshine (the balcony thingie was hidden from view for reasons which were now obvious) and Luthien heard his footsteps (high heel clompies) heading outside.
She decided to be a very happy statue.
Celeborn, concentrating carefully on his steps as he wasn't used to walking in heels, did not notice that one statue was extremely life like, grinning at him and shaking softly.
He stood by some flowers, smelling them (why they were nearly as fragrant as him), feeling at peace with the world.
While he was being at peace with the world, Elanor and Pippin fell out of the cupboard, dashed over to the bottle they needed and hurried out the door, while Luthien slipped back inside and followed them swiftly, grabbing her cloak on her way out and dropping the scarf she had been holding to be a statue elf.
When Celeborn came back in he was somewhat disturbed to find the doors of his secret cupboard flapping open, and a scarf (which he rather liked and promptly wrapped around his neck) lying on floor. He was sure it hadn't been there before…but it felt so soft and silky against his neck…oh well. Perhaps he knocked it off the table earlier.
The three raiders ran all the way back to the glade where the unconscious Legolas lay and simultaneously dropped to the floor in hysterics, gasping with exhaustion. 'That-was-bloody-great!' Luthien managed to gasp out after awhile.
20 minutes later, when their hysterics had subdued into a few giggles, Luthien asked to see the bottle, and Elanor, reaching into the folds of her skirt, retrieved it and handed the small bottle to her. 'Ah…I see. So all we have to do is…hm. It seems it's not permanent- according to this it will wear off in approximately 12 hours… although I'm not sure I trust a man who likes wearing yellow dresses.' She paused. 'Who wears dresses at all.'
The hobbits nodded. Luthien snorted and they went into a fit of laughter all over again. That was when Aragorn decided to visit. It was an odd sight that met his eyes: an elf leaning on a hobbit on the ground, both shuddering with some kind of hysterical laughter, another male hobbit rolling about on the floor, also laughing crazily, and another elf who at first appeared to be asleep but when Aragorn stepped closer he knew that he was out cold.
Very odd things were afoot in the Woods of Lothlorien.
But he didn't know the half of it.
'And what has been going on here?' he asked with a slow smile.
Luthien answered, 'Cele…cel…' and then burst out laughing again.
Ignoring this, he asked, "What has happened to Legolas?' It was very odd that they be playing about so when a comrade lay near by unconscious.
'Oh, well, we're about to er, fix that. We must just let him sleep it off,' Elanor said, getting to her feet and dusting off her skirt.
'Very well,' said Aragorn, who was a bit depressed about a certain star of the evening, 'I have come to tell you that we are summoned now to the chamber of Celeborn.'
Pippin snorted when the word 'chamber' was uttered.
'Luthien, you must wake Legolas and the four of you may head off now to the chamber. I must find Gimli and Boromir and the three hobbits.' And he strode off.
Luthien made a groaning sound. Elanor looked at her.
'He'll still be Leggy le maniac if I wake him now,' Luthien explained forlornly.
Pippin patted her arm, 'He's not unreasonable though, at least he wont do anything mad while we're in the chamber.'
'You think his desire for me mad?" Luthien asked him in a pained voice.
'Of…of course not,' he stuttered, 'Only he's not acting himself is he? Least ways, not the Legolas you want.'
'That is so,' she answered and then she knelt before her comatose love and placed a hand on his forehead.
The others watched in silence, waiting. To Elanor it seemed that her elf friend seemed to glow, dimly at first, as if the early morning rays illuminated her, but then she realised the light came from Luthien and watched in wonder as Legolas began to stir. He soon opened his eyes.
'Luthien?' he asked, and for a moment, Luthien thought that he was his normal self. Until he kissed her.
'No!' she said pushing him away, but wondering why the hell she was pushing him away. 'I…I mean, Legolas, friend, we must meet at the chamber of Celeborn. Come swiftly.' And she rose and he rose also and everybody rose. The end.
Elanor sniggered as they entered Celeborn's chamber. His range of make up was concealed from prying eyes and he looked quite calm (and manly-- as manly as elves can be) as they found seats for themselves. He didn't look in the least bit like a cross dresser- but they knew better.
Quite a bit better.
Indeed.
Luthien and Legolas came in a few moments later. They also looked perfectly normal- normal to a stranger, unfamiliar to the ways of the Two Elfy L's. For anyone who knew them well would have known that Legolas did not usually look at Luthien with a sappy smile on his face, and nor did she stand at arms length from him. Anyone who knew them would know that Luthien would generally be standing as close to him as elvenly possible.
Elanor decided it would be best not to arouse any suspicion, and so she stood up and placed herself between the two of them so that Legolas could not lean over easily and kiss his 'darling of the morning sun,' and Luthien would not have to crawl over any furniture to get away from him.
That kind of thing was thought to be strange, though I can't imagine why.
Then the meeting that they were at actually began.
During it they discussed many a thing, from one thing to boats and to another and then how to leave and what they would do and so on and so forth…etc.
Luthien and Elanor were a tad sad to be leaving the magical land of Lothlorien, but they knew that had they tarried there any longer something even more peculiar would probably happen. And they really could do without any more peculiar happenings. So all in all it was well that it was their last night. Because yes, it was their last night.
All throughout the discussions (the very serious discussions) Legolas made kissy kissy faces at Luthien, to Elanor's great displeasure.
It was icky.
She wished they hadn't tried to help along the falling in love ness. It had had most dire consequences.
Elanor, out of the corner of her eye, saw Luthien responding to Legolas' looks in a similar way, raising her eyebrows and winking at him cheekily. She caught her friend's gaze and scowled menacingly. Luthien pouted grumpily, but tried very hard to ignore Legolas for the rest of the time.
It was tough, but she managed it in true heroic style.