Disclaimer: I hold no claims to the original LOTR cast (Holly and Rachel
are mine)
A/N: No flames
Time: Attraction and Distraction of the Elven Kind
Aragorn was pacing the forest floor. He seemed to be in deep thought, but was only straining his ears to hear any sound or cry.
"Aragorn, Holly knows what she's doing, alright? She'll be fine," Rachel said soothingly. Legolas still would not let her stand but stood himself right beside her. He crossed his arms and then a faint noise reached both elves' ears. It was the sound of giggling. Holly. Then…another voice chuckled playfully. Boromir.
"Why do you two look so red?" Pippin chimed. Legolas and Rachel were bright crimson and Rachel coughed slightly.
"You don't wanna know," she said quietly, redder than ever. Aragorn sighed with agitation and hit his fist against his palm.
""I cannot stand here and let this happen! I'm going to find Frodo!" the ranger said just before dashing off into the woods. Legolas reached his hand out as if it would stop Aragorn, but said nothing. Rachel, however…
"Aragorn! Get your ass back here! You have no idea what you're about to walk in—aw shit! Well, this will definitely be interesting," she told herself, mentally kicking Legolas' ass for not letting her stand up. She listened carefully and laughed when Holly greeted Aragorn without one embarrassed note in her voice. Aragorn mumbled an apology and ran off in the opposite direction.
"That woman has no self-conscientious, does she?" Legolas asked, staring at the bank. Rachel nodded and, while his head was turned, stood. The hobbits were examining a newfound mushroom patch about fifty yards away from the others. Sam didn't recognize them and Merry was urging Pippin to find out if the plants were poisonous…
"Ugh! They're bitter! I like them!" Pippin said, spitting out his first bite, but then snarfing down the rest of the mushroom. Gimli got fed up and started yelling at the hobbits that taunted him back. Before they knew it, the dwarf was chasing them around the clearing. Legolas looked at them and then looked at Rachel, who was walking towards her pack.
"What are you doing?!"
"Well, there's going to be quite the battle coming up and I don't want to get this beautiful tunic bloodied up with orc guts," she said plainly enough. Not really thinking, only enjoying her enhanced senses (but trying to block out Holly's giggles), Rachel took off her outer tunic. The hobbits, still too busy with their mushroom patch, didn't even blink. Nor did they notice the expression on Legolas' face when Rachel proceeded in taking off her inner tunic, not realizing that Haldir had also disposed of the "cloth and wire contraption that wrapped around her chest." Rachel, still topless, reached into her bag and got out an old work T-shirt.
Legolas sat in silence, butterflies catching in his stomach. He had never known that to happen before. She was beautiful…and he should be a gentleman and look away, but his eyes were riveted on her form. Rachel. Just thinking the name sent shivers down his spine. Legolas tried to tell Rachel what she had just done, but he choked on the words. Rachel turned around, fiddling with her dog tags. When she looked up at him, Legolas was staring, openmouthed at her.
"What?" she asked, shrugging. Legolas tried again to speak, but words failed him. Rachel looked down at her chest then stamped her foot against the ground. She really didn't' mean for that to happen. But, hey, at least she had her back to him the entire time. When it came to getting dressed in front of other men, Rachel wasn't shy at all. That's what happens when you have what she had. "Shit. Sorry…Haldir is definitely gonna die next time I end up in Lothlorien."
Legolas nodded, but a screech interrupted their awkward moment. An orc… no several orcs…ran towards the hobbits. Legolas was nearly cursing himself for getting *ahem * sidetracked.
"Damn!" Rachel yelled. She picked up her guns, sheathed her knives, and strapped on her quiver. Nearly about to sprint at the ambush, Legolas grabbed her shoulder.
"You are in no state to fight!"
"Like hell I'm not! I'm gonna fight, damnit, and if you try to stop me I will knock you down and walk on your skull!" she said, infuriated. Enough is enough and Rachel definitely didn't like being babied. She ran off and Legolas, along with Gimli, trailed behind after telling the hobbits to get somewhere safe. As he ran into the oncoming battle, Legolas contemplated and smiled to himself. Rachel. So vulnerable and gentle at times, but when it really mattered, she was as stubborn as a rock and just as strong.
A/N: No flames
Time: Attraction and Distraction of the Elven Kind
Aragorn was pacing the forest floor. He seemed to be in deep thought, but was only straining his ears to hear any sound or cry.
"Aragorn, Holly knows what she's doing, alright? She'll be fine," Rachel said soothingly. Legolas still would not let her stand but stood himself right beside her. He crossed his arms and then a faint noise reached both elves' ears. It was the sound of giggling. Holly. Then…another voice chuckled playfully. Boromir.
"Why do you two look so red?" Pippin chimed. Legolas and Rachel were bright crimson and Rachel coughed slightly.
"You don't wanna know," she said quietly, redder than ever. Aragorn sighed with agitation and hit his fist against his palm.
""I cannot stand here and let this happen! I'm going to find Frodo!" the ranger said just before dashing off into the woods. Legolas reached his hand out as if it would stop Aragorn, but said nothing. Rachel, however…
"Aragorn! Get your ass back here! You have no idea what you're about to walk in—aw shit! Well, this will definitely be interesting," she told herself, mentally kicking Legolas' ass for not letting her stand up. She listened carefully and laughed when Holly greeted Aragorn without one embarrassed note in her voice. Aragorn mumbled an apology and ran off in the opposite direction.
"That woman has no self-conscientious, does she?" Legolas asked, staring at the bank. Rachel nodded and, while his head was turned, stood. The hobbits were examining a newfound mushroom patch about fifty yards away from the others. Sam didn't recognize them and Merry was urging Pippin to find out if the plants were poisonous…
"Ugh! They're bitter! I like them!" Pippin said, spitting out his first bite, but then snarfing down the rest of the mushroom. Gimli got fed up and started yelling at the hobbits that taunted him back. Before they knew it, the dwarf was chasing them around the clearing. Legolas looked at them and then looked at Rachel, who was walking towards her pack.
"What are you doing?!"
"Well, there's going to be quite the battle coming up and I don't want to get this beautiful tunic bloodied up with orc guts," she said plainly enough. Not really thinking, only enjoying her enhanced senses (but trying to block out Holly's giggles), Rachel took off her outer tunic. The hobbits, still too busy with their mushroom patch, didn't even blink. Nor did they notice the expression on Legolas' face when Rachel proceeded in taking off her inner tunic, not realizing that Haldir had also disposed of the "cloth and wire contraption that wrapped around her chest." Rachel, still topless, reached into her bag and got out an old work T-shirt.
Legolas sat in silence, butterflies catching in his stomach. He had never known that to happen before. She was beautiful…and he should be a gentleman and look away, but his eyes were riveted on her form. Rachel. Just thinking the name sent shivers down his spine. Legolas tried to tell Rachel what she had just done, but he choked on the words. Rachel turned around, fiddling with her dog tags. When she looked up at him, Legolas was staring, openmouthed at her.
"What?" she asked, shrugging. Legolas tried again to speak, but words failed him. Rachel looked down at her chest then stamped her foot against the ground. She really didn't' mean for that to happen. But, hey, at least she had her back to him the entire time. When it came to getting dressed in front of other men, Rachel wasn't shy at all. That's what happens when you have what she had. "Shit. Sorry…Haldir is definitely gonna die next time I end up in Lothlorien."
Legolas nodded, but a screech interrupted their awkward moment. An orc… no several orcs…ran towards the hobbits. Legolas was nearly cursing himself for getting *ahem * sidetracked.
"Damn!" Rachel yelled. She picked up her guns, sheathed her knives, and strapped on her quiver. Nearly about to sprint at the ambush, Legolas grabbed her shoulder.
"You are in no state to fight!"
"Like hell I'm not! I'm gonna fight, damnit, and if you try to stop me I will knock you down and walk on your skull!" she said, infuriated. Enough is enough and Rachel definitely didn't like being babied. She ran off and Legolas, along with Gimli, trailed behind after telling the hobbits to get somewhere safe. As he ran into the oncoming battle, Legolas contemplated and smiled to himself. Rachel. So vulnerable and gentle at times, but when it really mattered, she was as stubborn as a rock and just as strong.