Time: The Drunken Prophecy
A/N: Herro all o.o;; Yes, I'm not around ^^;; so I'll just be making this short…
They grunted, stood watch and made snide remarks
about the elven idiots no more than a hundred yards from their hiding spot.
Fighting over a piece of stale meat, these beasts of terror created
their inevitable plan of doom…
Boromir and Holly waltzed drunkenly into the clearing,
interrupting Rachel and Legolas in their hugs and laughter. Holly hiccuped
smally and her commander wandered whether or not the spirits
in Middle Earth were any more toxic than on the base at home…
"Legolas! You sly dog…thought you'd get your dame
alone here, did you? You know you won't allow yourself any enjoyment, so
why bother? You can hug her in the dining hall!" Boromir
smirked, his cheeks somewhat crimson from the mass consumption of alcohol.
Legolas shook his head and thankfully stopped himself from blushing too
horribly. He clasped Rachel's hand and ran his thumb along the lining
of her palm. She didn't look at him, but calmly stared forward, intently
watching Holly and Boromir. The urge to kiss Legolas was so near...Her
eyes squinted in concentration. Not here...she couldn't here. Legolas gave
her a waning smile and cleared his throat solemnly. Suddenly, Legolas's
whit came back to him and he smirked.
"And where might you two be going?!" he called as
they stumbled up the courtyard toward the chamber towers. "Dare I say it
is dishonorable to bed your love and sley her virtue the night before you
wed?" Boromir laughed and staggered back to his elven companions.
"My dear Legolas, her virtue is already mine!" he
bellowed joyously, clapping a hand on Legolas's shoulder. Rachel coughed
to conceal a small grin and was instantly remembered of they're escapade
before Boromir's injuries...
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'sdoing, alright? She'llbe 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...
Holly laughed uncontrollably and hiccuped once or twice before taking another chug of ale. She swayed and sat down on a stone bench, laughing at Rachel's ears, which were all of a sudden one of the funniest things Holly had ever seen...Rachel shot her a glance as she sputtered and pointed at the elven maiden, double over in silent laughter.
"Well, I think we must retire! And you two...up for a rocky midnight, eh?" Boromir slugged, holding his pint aloft. He took a swig of the substance and pranced back to Holly. They helped eachother up the stairs and boisterous laughter could be heard for several more minutes. Legolas and Rachel stood side by side watching upwards wordlessly, not fearing for their friends, but watching over their minds. It was almost a sign...of something to come...the elves' movements were...
Rachel shook her head and turned toward Legolas. He smiled and bowed his head into hers, pressing his forehead up to her cheek. She beamed and blushed like she had never done so before...not with Jake, not with anyone. He grasped both her hands and just as he bent his head to kiss them, an oily black arrow shot between their faces. Parting in alarm, Legolas grabbed the dagger from his boot and both got ready to fight as a small troup of orcs showered down on them. Legolas had no bow, no elven daggers...Rachel had no gun, no arrow, no sword...all they had was eachother...
"This will definitley be a rocky midnight!" Rachel called to her prince,
elbowing the first orc in the face...
A/N: Whee, done...gotta go work now...