Chapter 2:
Credits: see previous ~we love Cooking with Legolas!!!~
Authors note: sorry this chapter is so short, then again, Cherry wrote it. This proves it, Kiwi is better! *muahahaha! Cherry slaps Kiwi* Kiwi: You whore! Cherry: You strumpet! Kiwi: you *beep* Cherry: at least I'm a not a public servant of the street corners! I do believe ur customers are waiting! Kiwi: you wish! *~*~*~*~*~*anyways*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A moment later, or perhaps a few (Who knew? Who really cared?), Legolas was still recovering from his anger. However, he had calmed down enough to notice that Aragorn was blushing profusely. "What is wrong, Aragorn?" he asked his beet-red friend. "What *are* these stories?" Aragorn replied. Legolas, with this having been said*, was curious. He seized the packet that Aragorn had been reading. He read the first page or so and immediately dropped it in horror. That story was indecent!! How could people even *think* like that, much less write it?!** Legolas was aware that Aragorn and Arwen were betrothed and would one day have beautiful little munchkins, but he seriously did not need that mental image! While still trying to recover from this traumatizing mental travesty***, a high keening sound, half between a squeak and a scream, issued from Merry's mouth. You would never know by their size that hobbits could create such a loud annoying sound. Legolas turned to his companion.
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Having turned to his miniature compatriot to inquire as to why he was creating this loud annoying sound, Legolas saw that the poor hobbit was laying in the fetal position. He was rubbing furiously at his eyes with the heels of his hands. Being closer, Merry's cousin Pippin dropped down next to Merry to see if he could help him. To his complete surprise and confusion, Merry screamed and scrambled backwards to get away. Legolas was extremely confused. They were the best of friends. Why was he running away? "What have these *stories* said about you to make you react so?" He asked in perfect sympathy with his complete disdain for the so called stories. "They.ME...and.PIPPIN.ack!" He replied between shallow, quick breaths that were quickly devolving into full blown hyperventilation. "What about you and Pippin?" Legolas asked. He was confused again. "ME AND PIPPIN.a.it's.too horrible.a.a.COUPLE!" What little strength he had dredged up to say that left him. He collapsed in shudders again. Pippin looked utterly shocked and horrified. He collapsed to the ground. Both looked at each other for a moment. They then began trying to scratch their eyes out. Frodo and Sam immediately jumped up and stopped them. Legolas was incapacitated and totally floored or else he would have also helped. "My eyes." he groaned and fainted gratefully into oblivion.
*****explained**** *with this having been said- flashbacks to latin class!! Aaahhhhhh! Any latin student feels the horror. **remember, this is Legolas' opinion! Long live the lemony goodness!! ***yes we have a vocabulary! We are intelligent! Well, that's what we keep telling ourselves *we are both blondes.*
Credits: see previous ~we love Cooking with Legolas!!!~
Authors note: sorry this chapter is so short, then again, Cherry wrote it. This proves it, Kiwi is better! *muahahaha! Cherry slaps Kiwi* Kiwi: You whore! Cherry: You strumpet! Kiwi: you *beep* Cherry: at least I'm a not a public servant of the street corners! I do believe ur customers are waiting! Kiwi: you wish! *~*~*~*~*~*anyways*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A moment later, or perhaps a few (Who knew? Who really cared?), Legolas was still recovering from his anger. However, he had calmed down enough to notice that Aragorn was blushing profusely. "What is wrong, Aragorn?" he asked his beet-red friend. "What *are* these stories?" Aragorn replied. Legolas, with this having been said*, was curious. He seized the packet that Aragorn had been reading. He read the first page or so and immediately dropped it in horror. That story was indecent!! How could people even *think* like that, much less write it?!** Legolas was aware that Aragorn and Arwen were betrothed and would one day have beautiful little munchkins, but he seriously did not need that mental image! While still trying to recover from this traumatizing mental travesty***, a high keening sound, half between a squeak and a scream, issued from Merry's mouth. You would never know by their size that hobbits could create such a loud annoying sound. Legolas turned to his companion.
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Having turned to his miniature compatriot to inquire as to why he was creating this loud annoying sound, Legolas saw that the poor hobbit was laying in the fetal position. He was rubbing furiously at his eyes with the heels of his hands. Being closer, Merry's cousin Pippin dropped down next to Merry to see if he could help him. To his complete surprise and confusion, Merry screamed and scrambled backwards to get away. Legolas was extremely confused. They were the best of friends. Why was he running away? "What have these *stories* said about you to make you react so?" He asked in perfect sympathy with his complete disdain for the so called stories. "They.ME...and.PIPPIN.ack!" He replied between shallow, quick breaths that were quickly devolving into full blown hyperventilation. "What about you and Pippin?" Legolas asked. He was confused again. "ME AND PIPPIN.a.it's.too horrible.a.a.COUPLE!" What little strength he had dredged up to say that left him. He collapsed in shudders again. Pippin looked utterly shocked and horrified. He collapsed to the ground. Both looked at each other for a moment. They then began trying to scratch their eyes out. Frodo and Sam immediately jumped up and stopped them. Legolas was incapacitated and totally floored or else he would have also helped. "My eyes." he groaned and fainted gratefully into oblivion.
*****explained**** *with this having been said- flashbacks to latin class!! Aaahhhhhh! Any latin student feels the horror. **remember, this is Legolas' opinion! Long live the lemony goodness!! ***yes we have a vocabulary! We are intelligent! Well, that's what we keep telling ourselves *we are both blondes.*