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A/N: I'm not in a writing mood right now...T_T
Time: Before the Storm
Legolas could hardly contain himself.He had to see her, but Aragorn was 'putting a damper' (as the women called it) on his plans of jumping from Nardil, running to her and stealing a prolonged kiss. The would have to stop at a small village. "My friend, I know you want to play the galant hero and sweep your dame off her feet at your arrival, but you cannot do such a thing," Gimli said. Legolas was startled by his words and flushed slightly. "I do not understand your words, Master Dwarf." "Look, Rachel will be glad to see you and likewise, I'm sure.but the shock.wait for your shining entrance to her heart." The dwarf's words struck Legolas as the most rivetiing thing he had ever been told. He spoke so much truth in such a small sentence that the elf found a new respect for the short-statured race. It was true.to bound into what was the heart of his beloved, Legolas would scare her away like a fawn in a grove.It had to be.for lack of a better word.
"Perfect! It has to be perfect!" Boromir said, biting his nails with anxiety.a servant had been following him around the room.staring blankly at him with his jaw slack. "But.M'lord.you've already proposed marriage to the girl.what else is there to do?" "My father.he will know.but I must have her be wonderful in his presence or else he may protest our wedding. This means that she must look like a lady.My father is tolerable of fighting women, but when they're invited to feast, he expects beauty."
Holly sat chomping on an apple in the middle of the training area. Her legs spread far apart, her face dirty and her clothes ragged. She wiped some apple juice onto her leggings and spat a seed out, throwing the core behind her. Boromir, seeing this, put his palm to his forehead and sighed. "What kind of woman have I doomed myself to?" "The kind that you could not live without," Pippin said from behind Boromir. The man jumped and looked down at his friend who smiled widely. "And what possessed you to sneak behind me like that?"Boromir said, kneeling in front of the hobbit. The shrugged and pulled a mushroom from his satchel. "I'm just here to watch the show!" he said, his mouth full. Boromir shook his head and laughed. "Such are the ways of hobbits. Come then, Pippin. Let us march into the storm."
A/N: I'm not in a writing mood right now...T_T
Time: Before the Storm
Legolas could hardly contain himself.He had to see her, but Aragorn was 'putting a damper' (as the women called it) on his plans of jumping from Nardil, running to her and stealing a prolonged kiss. The would have to stop at a small village. "My friend, I know you want to play the galant hero and sweep your dame off her feet at your arrival, but you cannot do such a thing," Gimli said. Legolas was startled by his words and flushed slightly. "I do not understand your words, Master Dwarf." "Look, Rachel will be glad to see you and likewise, I'm sure.but the shock.wait for your shining entrance to her heart." The dwarf's words struck Legolas as the most rivetiing thing he had ever been told. He spoke so much truth in such a small sentence that the elf found a new respect for the short-statured race. It was true.to bound into what was the heart of his beloved, Legolas would scare her away like a fawn in a grove.It had to be.for lack of a better word.
"Perfect! It has to be perfect!" Boromir said, biting his nails with anxiety.a servant had been following him around the room.staring blankly at him with his jaw slack. "But.M'lord.you've already proposed marriage to the girl.what else is there to do?" "My father.he will know.but I must have her be wonderful in his presence or else he may protest our wedding. This means that she must look like a lady.My father is tolerable of fighting women, but when they're invited to feast, he expects beauty."
Holly sat chomping on an apple in the middle of the training area. Her legs spread far apart, her face dirty and her clothes ragged. She wiped some apple juice onto her leggings and spat a seed out, throwing the core behind her. Boromir, seeing this, put his palm to his forehead and sighed. "What kind of woman have I doomed myself to?" "The kind that you could not live without," Pippin said from behind Boromir. The man jumped and looked down at his friend who smiled widely. "And what possessed you to sneak behind me like that?"Boromir said, kneeling in front of the hobbit. The shrugged and pulled a mushroom from his satchel. "I'm just here to watch the show!" he said, his mouth full. Boromir shook his head and laughed. "Such are the ways of hobbits. Come then, Pippin. Let us march into the storm."