(A/N- MWAHAHA! Another chapter! Ooooooh....more Legolas.... *^-^* He's
soooo - Uh, nevermind.)
The boys and I had been walking and walking and walking for quite a while. Elfy'd offered to let me ride his horse (since I was a girl), but, being too proud for that, I'd refused. My pride has a habit of whacking me over the head with a frying pan. And since I am not used to walking long distances, I was not feeling too great. I had a headache from physical exertion, I wasn't breathing well, and my face felt like it was burning.
"Are you alright, child?" Aragorn asked, looking genuinely concerned.
"It's ferociously unlikely," I replied. I heard Boromir scoff. It wasn't helping my mood that he made a point of stating his resentment of my presence every so often.
"If she's so out of shape, perhaps she shouldn't have invited herself on this quest in the first place," he said loudly. Oh, now I was perfectly energized.
"Okay, what the hell is up with you?!" I demanded of him. "What do you have against me? Do you just hate women?"
"You are not a woman," he said. "You're a little pest." I picked up a sizeable rock.
"And you're a big pain in the ass!" I snapped, chucking the rock at him and hitting him in the back of the head. He yelled. The other guys snorted with laughter, which I think made him even less happy. It put me in a better mood, though.
~~~
"We'll sleep here tonight," the wizard stated. Well gee, it'd taken him long enough to let us rest. My feet hurt like hell, I was hungry, and I was tired. Luckily, as soon as we stopped the little guys started cooking, so one of my problems was remedied.
"Reconsidering the offer to take my horse?" Elfy asked, smiling as he sat down across from me.
"You have no idea, man," I groaned. Ugh. At least I wasn't wearing a dress to do all this walking.
"You'll get used to it," he said, still giving me that nice smile. Deep-rooted fangirlish insticts kicked in, and I found myself staring blankly at him.
"What's wrong with you?" Gimli asked, looking between me and the confused Elf.
"Man, he's beautiful," I said with a stupid look on my face, still gazing into Legolas's eyes. "Oh crap." I slapped my own face hard and cracked my neck. "I'm okay now," I informed. The Elf and the Dwarf gave me apprehensive looks.
"Uh-huh...Please don't do anything like that ever again," Gimli said. "It's...just wrong."
"I can't help it if Legolas is gorgeous!" Okay. I said that too loudly. All eyes were on me. The Elf inched away.
"That was...disturbing," Aragorn said.
"Everything'll be fine as long as she doesn't sleep anywhere near Legolas," Pippin laughed.
"Okay. I'm gonna kill you." I got up and chased the Hobbit all around the campsite, screaming out threats. This was apparently very amusing to the other guys.
"Hah! Can't get me!" he yelled, hiding behind Boromir.
"I CAN TRY!" We ended up running circles around Boromir several times until I finally caught Pippin by the hair. "TAKE! IT! BACK!" I commanded.
"Okay! Okay!" he surrendered. It took several minutes for all the laughter to die down. At least I'd brought some comic relief.
~~~
"You know," I said, fingering Elfy's silky hair the next morning, "if you had to go against someone in hand-to-hand combat, he could get a hold of your hair and beat you senseless. It would be a lot more battle- efficient if you let me cut it." There was now a knife at my throat.
"Elves never cut their hair," he said.
"Sheesh, okay! God, forgive me for suggesting doing harm to your coif of power. I have seen the error of my mistake, get your damn knife away from me."
(A/N- so it's short, big deal. And I get that the hair conversation is pointless, but I thought it would be funny, so sue me.)
The boys and I had been walking and walking and walking for quite a while. Elfy'd offered to let me ride his horse (since I was a girl), but, being too proud for that, I'd refused. My pride has a habit of whacking me over the head with a frying pan. And since I am not used to walking long distances, I was not feeling too great. I had a headache from physical exertion, I wasn't breathing well, and my face felt like it was burning.
"Are you alright, child?" Aragorn asked, looking genuinely concerned.
"It's ferociously unlikely," I replied. I heard Boromir scoff. It wasn't helping my mood that he made a point of stating his resentment of my presence every so often.
"If she's so out of shape, perhaps she shouldn't have invited herself on this quest in the first place," he said loudly. Oh, now I was perfectly energized.
"Okay, what the hell is up with you?!" I demanded of him. "What do you have against me? Do you just hate women?"
"You are not a woman," he said. "You're a little pest." I picked up a sizeable rock.
"And you're a big pain in the ass!" I snapped, chucking the rock at him and hitting him in the back of the head. He yelled. The other guys snorted with laughter, which I think made him even less happy. It put me in a better mood, though.
~~~
"We'll sleep here tonight," the wizard stated. Well gee, it'd taken him long enough to let us rest. My feet hurt like hell, I was hungry, and I was tired. Luckily, as soon as we stopped the little guys started cooking, so one of my problems was remedied.
"Reconsidering the offer to take my horse?" Elfy asked, smiling as he sat down across from me.
"You have no idea, man," I groaned. Ugh. At least I wasn't wearing a dress to do all this walking.
"You'll get used to it," he said, still giving me that nice smile. Deep-rooted fangirlish insticts kicked in, and I found myself staring blankly at him.
"What's wrong with you?" Gimli asked, looking between me and the confused Elf.
"Man, he's beautiful," I said with a stupid look on my face, still gazing into Legolas's eyes. "Oh crap." I slapped my own face hard and cracked my neck. "I'm okay now," I informed. The Elf and the Dwarf gave me apprehensive looks.
"Uh-huh...Please don't do anything like that ever again," Gimli said. "It's...just wrong."
"I can't help it if Legolas is gorgeous!" Okay. I said that too loudly. All eyes were on me. The Elf inched away.
"That was...disturbing," Aragorn said.
"Everything'll be fine as long as she doesn't sleep anywhere near Legolas," Pippin laughed.
"Okay. I'm gonna kill you." I got up and chased the Hobbit all around the campsite, screaming out threats. This was apparently very amusing to the other guys.
"Hah! Can't get me!" he yelled, hiding behind Boromir.
"I CAN TRY!" We ended up running circles around Boromir several times until I finally caught Pippin by the hair. "TAKE! IT! BACK!" I commanded.
"Okay! Okay!" he surrendered. It took several minutes for all the laughter to die down. At least I'd brought some comic relief.
~~~
"You know," I said, fingering Elfy's silky hair the next morning, "if you had to go against someone in hand-to-hand combat, he could get a hold of your hair and beat you senseless. It would be a lot more battle- efficient if you let me cut it." There was now a knife at my throat.
"Elves never cut their hair," he said.
"Sheesh, okay! God, forgive me for suggesting doing harm to your coif of power. I have seen the error of my mistake, get your damn knife away from me."
(A/N- so it's short, big deal. And I get that the hair conversation is pointless, but I thought it would be funny, so sue me.)