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Oh how I love you all! And I went back and reread my notes and outline so I knew where I was going with this chapter. So all is well. I have become busy with school and all, so I may not get a chance to post so often! Trust me, I don't like keeping you waiting! But I have a lot of fanfic reading to do, because I haven't read some of your chapters yet or commented, so I have to work on that too! But enjoy this chapter, there's nothing awfully special, just a river trip between Caitlin and Elli. And into the minds of a THIRD character! Read to find out what I'm talking about. Go NOW!
ELLI'S POV
Caitlin was singing.
"Row, row, row your boat. Gently down the stream!" Her "stream" came out sounding awfully squeaky, on account that she couldn't sing for peanuts. Even Legolas would shoot her an evil glare, trying to tell her to hush with his eyes. She was looking down at the water, or up at the sky. Both of which proved she shouldn't have been allowed to steer a boat.
I sat at the bottom, holding on to the sides to try and keep myself steady. Caitlin was in front of Boromir's boat, which carried Merry and Pippin. Aragorn had the lead, with Frodo and Sam in his boat. And Legolas and Gimli were in front of us.
"Dear lady," Legolas shouted back. He had stopped rowing a moment, for the water was much calmer here. "Caitlin, you will attract every orc within miles! Kindly stop that . . . that racket, will you?"
Caitlin slowed her movements. She looked shocked, and very hurt that he had spoken to her like that and basically told her to shut-up. She could only nod.
With that taken care of, we all went back to the task of paddling down the river.
A few hours passed, as I dozed in and out of naps. Caitlin told me we had stopped once and pulled the boats ashore so that Aragorn could get a bearing of the land and everyone could stretch their legs. Mine were in knots, but of course Caitlin didn't wake me up so I could walk on them. She was probably too busy ogling the elf.
Don't get me wrong; I know she'd kick me if she heard I said that! But it striked me as unusual. She despised this poor elf guy, and then refused to admit she was crushing on him! She was driving me nuts. Really she was. I was tempted to tell Legolas myself that Caitlin had the hots for him. But I couldn't do it now because we were all floating south in elven boats. And he wasn't in my boat.
Only Caitlin was with me. At least she'd stopped singing for now.
"Aren't your arms getting tired yet?"
She finished humming the verse she was on. "No, actually they're not. I feel fine!"
I gave her an odd look. "You must be gaining more elven characteristics. It's the only explanation." I turned back to the stern of the boat.
"You said it would just be ears!" She whined. I smiled at her childish manner, but didn't turn around.
"I remember when we first got here and you were so mad that you had become an elf. And you still seem so upset about it. Come on Caitlin," I mocked, lowering my voice. "Who knows? Maybe you'll really become an elf and live immortally with Legolas in Middle-earth the rest of your life!"
"Ya know, if I wasn't busy paddling, I'd hit you over the head with this oar," she remarked quite calmly.
I turned around to look at her. She was paddling on the right side now, switching every few strokes. Her wind was blowing her hair behind her, and the red tint in it was glowing fiercely in the afternoon sun. I could make out her elven ears, the tips pointed and delicate. She was scaring me. Maybe I'd remain a hobbit forever! Caitlin seemed to be gaining more and more of the elf ways. I really had a lot to worry about!
Evening was approaching and I could only make out the ripples of water as we paddled. Aragorn was leading his boat more inland towards the shore for the night. We all followed and then gladly secured the boats, grateful to walk on solid land again. Or at least I was!
"Careful there!" Caitlin joked, helping me and my sea legs out of the boat. "You got used to a rocking boat, now you have to let your legs get used to unmoving land again. Careful now, don't fall over!"
I gave her a terribly evil eye. She didn't notice.
"Sit here. Get used to solid land for a bit, then you can do a little walking. Stay!" she commanded, treating me like a stupid puppy. My god was she becoming annoying!
I pretended to pant as she turned her back on me and went to help Sam start a cooking fire. Legolas was conversing with Aragorn, and the hobbits were chatting away happily. I noticed Gimli watching over them, his axe in hand. Boromir was trying to listen in on Aragorn and Legolas' conversation.
The ground was cold, I can tell you that much. Caitlin didn't bother to come back and offer her hobbit lass a blanket. So I curled up into a ball and lay on the ground. Covering myself with my cloak. I looked up at the stars for a while, caught in the enchantment. They never looked like that back home! They were bright silver, and twinkling ones, and some that were so bright I wondered why I never noticed them back home. 'That's because this an entirely different home than back home, you dork!' Oh, right.
I was just starting to forget my chill, when Caitlin came over and offered me food. I sat up, and took it gladly, grateful that she hadn't forgotten me. But she wandered off again before I had a change to ask her if I could borrow a blanket from her.
What the heck was with her lately? She'd seemed so happy and carefree and even a tad forgetful ever since we left Lothlorien. I guess she thought that since she'd escaped from Galadriel's mind talk, she had nothing to worry about anymore. No one going into her head and revealing that she was secretly dying to be with Legolas. Caitlin seemed to have forgotten me, and the fact that I'd bug her an eternity over this one. Especially if she didn't admit it!
I finished the little bit of food I'd been given and lay back down on the freezing earth to sleep. I didn't look at the stars this time. Instead I lay on my left side, facing the river, although I could only hear it, not see it. I heard the soft rush of the water, and the lapping of waves. The water had been a lot calmer here, which is the whole reason we stopped here. I stared listening to those sounds as I drifted off into slumber.
~*~*~*~*~*~
I awoke to find Merry on my right and Pippin to my left. I could just make out the outlines of their curly topped heads. I was facing the sky now, which was gray with the early morning light. I looked over at Pippin, his breathing deep and heavy still. He was sound asleep still. I watched as he rubbed his nose, red from the cold night. I smiled at him, wondering if him and Merry had come over to me in the night so we could all stay warm.
I then turned to look at Merry, but found him looking at me! I jumped back a little bit, somewhat surprised to find him awake and staring intently at me.
He smiled at me shock. "Good morning Elli," he whispered softly.
I smiled back. "Good morning Merry. You scared me, don't do that to me!" He laughed a little. I gave me a questioning look. "When did you and Pippin come sleep next to me?"
"It wasn't long after you'd fallen asleep. You looked cold, and we were cold, so we cuddled next to you as everyone else was preparing for sleep."
"I was cold, thank you." I lay my head back on the ground, wrapping my cloak more securely around me. "Caitlin seems to have forgotten all about me. She seems preoccupied up in that stupid head of hers. Her mind's gone, away in thought. She hums tunes, and her attitudes so carefree, and she doesn't seem to notice much of anything going on around her. Silly elf she's turning out to be."
Merry looked at me, his features thoughtful. He stared at me a few moments before he finally spoke. "She must be really happy inside then, for I can't think of any other reason why she'd be so cheerful."
"But her cheerfulness is annoying!" I whined, causing a snicker from Merry. It also happened to wake up Pippin.
"What is with you people, can't you allow an innocent hobbit to sleep a few hours more?" I turned to look at him, his eyes half closed and his hair a ruffled mess.
"Sorry Pippin, we didn't mean to wake up," I apologized, lowering my voice a bit. "I'd tell you to go back to sleep, but I bet the next person to wake you up would be Aragorn in a little while. He's probably going to wanna be rowing down the river by the time the sun is up and shining bright."
Pippin only grumbled. He finally sat up and wandered over to the river to wash himself up. Merry and I watched him a bit. I sat up, wrapping myself deeper into the elven cloak, if that was even possible anymore. More people had started to wake up, including Sam, who was in the process of stirring up the ashes of the fire. Caitlin was still sound asleep, and I rolled my eyes when I realized she was sleeping next to Legolas.
"I'm gonna go help Sam," I said to Merry. I stood up quickly, not giving him any more of an explanation or the chance to question things further.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Will you quit humming!?" I shrieked at Caitlin. We were once again rowing down the stream. It was mid-afternoon by now. We hadn't stopped since we departed earlier this morning, and Caitlin was driving me crazy. She was so giddy and upbeat, that I wanted to kill her! I didn't want to fathom what reasons she could be so upbeat. This girl was showing horrible signs of love sickness, but she refused to come out of denial.
"I'm going to kill you Caitlin Charlotte Bing! Can it you halfwit, and I mean NOW!" I was so sick of her."
"Jeez, chill, will you little one? I'm nice and happy and you seem to have woken up on the wrong side of the ground this morning."
"Not funny," I grumbled.
"Just sit still and enjoy the trip."
"How can I enjoy it when you're so upbeat and there's no explanation to your un-rational emotions! Caitlin," I growled, lowering my voice because Aragorn was shooting me an evil eye, "you are entirely sick with love for the only other elf on this expedition and you are in such freaking denial about it. Face facts or suffer my hobbit sized wrath!"
She slowed her rowing movements for a split second. "I am not in love with Legolas. Don't say such foolish dribble."
"You're only saying that because Galadriel isn't around to dwell into your head and reveal the truth to you. So I'll do her job. You love him. Admit it. Admit it or I'll tell him myself, you stuck up elfin brat."
"Do you wish to be dinner for some orcs, or what?"
"It's better than suffering your stupidity."
Caitlin just kept rowing. I turned back to stern. We said nothing for the rest of the trip.
MERRY'S POV
I looked in front of me at the two ladies arguing. Their screaming could clearly be heard, and it was hard to not be amused by their foolish follying.
"Why do you suppose they are at each others throat?" Pippin asked me. He was sitting behind me and watching the girls argue too. Boromir was behind the both of us, rowing away, yet watching with us.
"I'm not quiet sure myself. I only know what Elli said, for she only remarked on how carefree and cheerful Caitlin's been. But I do not see how that's a problem, do you?"
"No, I don't see anything wrong with it at all."
We stayed silent, listening to them argue a bit longer. Elli had said more about Caitlin's behavior, but I think she was just jealous. Caitlin had despised this world from the start. I remember when we first encountered them, and how dreadful Caitlin's grumbling was. Elli seemed thrilled about being here. But what had happened during that time to make them want to rip out each other's throats? Caitlin seemed to have had a change of heart, that was almost certain. But what had caused Elli to become so easily angered?
I watched as the air grew very tense around the two of them. They'd stopped talking, but that didn't mean things were going smoothly in their boat. Aragorn and Legolas' boats seemed unconcerned about what had happened to the girls. Pippin and I looked at each other. He shrugged. I raised an eyebrow.
"What do you 'pose got into them?" he asked quietly.
Boromir acknowledged that question. "Just some hearty female bickering, that's all. They'll both be over it in a few days time, no doubt."
Pippin seemed unmoved. "Elli seems really bothered by Caitlin's newfound cheerfulness. But why is Caitlin so happy? And why does it annoy Elli like so?"
I didn't answer Pippin, for I chose to ponder those questions in my own head.
Even though their backs were to us, I could see Caitlin's carefree movements had grown more forced. Elli's shoulders were sharp, as if she were ready to spring on something. I felt for Elli, even thought I hadn't a clue why she was so angry with Caitlin. There was no reasonable logic behind any of it. Caitlin had just out of nowhere had a complete chance of heart, while Elli was somewhat angry at this reaction out of Caitlin? No, no, that was no good at all. I gave up trying to figure it out. Instead I let my mind wander a bit, thinking about Elli and how nice she'd been out last night in the elven refuge Lothlorien. It was sweet of her to let me sleep in her bed, for I'd of gotten lost trying to find my own room that late. What a gentle lass she was. And yet. . . was I falling for a lass that wasn't from Middle-earth? A lass that was originally a human, and not born of hobbits? If so, how had this happened? And did I want to stop these feelings?
What's a hobbit lad to do?
CAITLIN'S POV
I would never admit that I was crushing so badly over Legolas. Over my dead body. Or preferably Elli's.
Who did she think she was, yelling at me like that? The nerve! I had been trying to forget all those feelings ever since we'd left Lorien and I'd escaped Lady Galadriel and her freaky dinky mind talk. So what if I was abundantly happy and joyous and seemingly thrilled? I was entitled! Really, I was.
Elli had no right in spoiling my fun. If I kept telling myself that I didn't like Legolas, than in the end I wouldn't like him anymore. I wouldn't look into his gorgeous blue eyes and feel his gaze see right into me. I wouldn't feel shivers at his touch. I wouldn't feel that I had fallen in love with an elf from Middle-earth that every girl in my world wanted to get their manicured nails on.
Who the hell was I kidding? I wanted him.
(A/N: So. . . You got inside Merry's head at least! A lot of you wanted inside Legolas' head, but I hate to disappoint you in saying that that isn't going to happen anytime soon. At least I got Caitlin out of denial for a split moment! Be happy with what I give you! Now review, and tell me your gorgeous opinions! Pretty, pretty please! I'll give you cookies! *starts throwing cookies in the air* Catch 'em if you plan on reviewing!
P.S. My next chapter (and also reviews on your stories!) will take me awhile. Homework has decided to bombard me lately, so please no hates us! *twitches a moment* Ok. That's it. Reviews please!
Oh how I love you all! And I went back and reread my notes and outline so I knew where I was going with this chapter. So all is well. I have become busy with school and all, so I may not get a chance to post so often! Trust me, I don't like keeping you waiting! But I have a lot of fanfic reading to do, because I haven't read some of your chapters yet or commented, so I have to work on that too! But enjoy this chapter, there's nothing awfully special, just a river trip between Caitlin and Elli. And into the minds of a THIRD character! Read to find out what I'm talking about. Go NOW!
ELLI'S POV
Caitlin was singing.
"Row, row, row your boat. Gently down the stream!" Her "stream" came out sounding awfully squeaky, on account that she couldn't sing for peanuts. Even Legolas would shoot her an evil glare, trying to tell her to hush with his eyes. She was looking down at the water, or up at the sky. Both of which proved she shouldn't have been allowed to steer a boat.
I sat at the bottom, holding on to the sides to try and keep myself steady. Caitlin was in front of Boromir's boat, which carried Merry and Pippin. Aragorn had the lead, with Frodo and Sam in his boat. And Legolas and Gimli were in front of us.
"Dear lady," Legolas shouted back. He had stopped rowing a moment, for the water was much calmer here. "Caitlin, you will attract every orc within miles! Kindly stop that . . . that racket, will you?"
Caitlin slowed her movements. She looked shocked, and very hurt that he had spoken to her like that and basically told her to shut-up. She could only nod.
With that taken care of, we all went back to the task of paddling down the river.
A few hours passed, as I dozed in and out of naps. Caitlin told me we had stopped once and pulled the boats ashore so that Aragorn could get a bearing of the land and everyone could stretch their legs. Mine were in knots, but of course Caitlin didn't wake me up so I could walk on them. She was probably too busy ogling the elf.
Don't get me wrong; I know she'd kick me if she heard I said that! But it striked me as unusual. She despised this poor elf guy, and then refused to admit she was crushing on him! She was driving me nuts. Really she was. I was tempted to tell Legolas myself that Caitlin had the hots for him. But I couldn't do it now because we were all floating south in elven boats. And he wasn't in my boat.
Only Caitlin was with me. At least she'd stopped singing for now.
"Aren't your arms getting tired yet?"
She finished humming the verse she was on. "No, actually they're not. I feel fine!"
I gave her an odd look. "You must be gaining more elven characteristics. It's the only explanation." I turned back to the stern of the boat.
"You said it would just be ears!" She whined. I smiled at her childish manner, but didn't turn around.
"I remember when we first got here and you were so mad that you had become an elf. And you still seem so upset about it. Come on Caitlin," I mocked, lowering my voice. "Who knows? Maybe you'll really become an elf and live immortally with Legolas in Middle-earth the rest of your life!"
"Ya know, if I wasn't busy paddling, I'd hit you over the head with this oar," she remarked quite calmly.
I turned around to look at her. She was paddling on the right side now, switching every few strokes. Her wind was blowing her hair behind her, and the red tint in it was glowing fiercely in the afternoon sun. I could make out her elven ears, the tips pointed and delicate. She was scaring me. Maybe I'd remain a hobbit forever! Caitlin seemed to be gaining more and more of the elf ways. I really had a lot to worry about!
Evening was approaching and I could only make out the ripples of water as we paddled. Aragorn was leading his boat more inland towards the shore for the night. We all followed and then gladly secured the boats, grateful to walk on solid land again. Or at least I was!
"Careful there!" Caitlin joked, helping me and my sea legs out of the boat. "You got used to a rocking boat, now you have to let your legs get used to unmoving land again. Careful now, don't fall over!"
I gave her a terribly evil eye. She didn't notice.
"Sit here. Get used to solid land for a bit, then you can do a little walking. Stay!" she commanded, treating me like a stupid puppy. My god was she becoming annoying!
I pretended to pant as she turned her back on me and went to help Sam start a cooking fire. Legolas was conversing with Aragorn, and the hobbits were chatting away happily. I noticed Gimli watching over them, his axe in hand. Boromir was trying to listen in on Aragorn and Legolas' conversation.
The ground was cold, I can tell you that much. Caitlin didn't bother to come back and offer her hobbit lass a blanket. So I curled up into a ball and lay on the ground. Covering myself with my cloak. I looked up at the stars for a while, caught in the enchantment. They never looked like that back home! They were bright silver, and twinkling ones, and some that were so bright I wondered why I never noticed them back home. 'That's because this an entirely different home than back home, you dork!' Oh, right.
I was just starting to forget my chill, when Caitlin came over and offered me food. I sat up, and took it gladly, grateful that she hadn't forgotten me. But she wandered off again before I had a change to ask her if I could borrow a blanket from her.
What the heck was with her lately? She'd seemed so happy and carefree and even a tad forgetful ever since we left Lothlorien. I guess she thought that since she'd escaped from Galadriel's mind talk, she had nothing to worry about anymore. No one going into her head and revealing that she was secretly dying to be with Legolas. Caitlin seemed to have forgotten me, and the fact that I'd bug her an eternity over this one. Especially if she didn't admit it!
I finished the little bit of food I'd been given and lay back down on the freezing earth to sleep. I didn't look at the stars this time. Instead I lay on my left side, facing the river, although I could only hear it, not see it. I heard the soft rush of the water, and the lapping of waves. The water had been a lot calmer here, which is the whole reason we stopped here. I stared listening to those sounds as I drifted off into slumber.
~*~*~*~*~*~
I awoke to find Merry on my right and Pippin to my left. I could just make out the outlines of their curly topped heads. I was facing the sky now, which was gray with the early morning light. I looked over at Pippin, his breathing deep and heavy still. He was sound asleep still. I watched as he rubbed his nose, red from the cold night. I smiled at him, wondering if him and Merry had come over to me in the night so we could all stay warm.
I then turned to look at Merry, but found him looking at me! I jumped back a little bit, somewhat surprised to find him awake and staring intently at me.
He smiled at me shock. "Good morning Elli," he whispered softly.
I smiled back. "Good morning Merry. You scared me, don't do that to me!" He laughed a little. I gave me a questioning look. "When did you and Pippin come sleep next to me?"
"It wasn't long after you'd fallen asleep. You looked cold, and we were cold, so we cuddled next to you as everyone else was preparing for sleep."
"I was cold, thank you." I lay my head back on the ground, wrapping my cloak more securely around me. "Caitlin seems to have forgotten all about me. She seems preoccupied up in that stupid head of hers. Her mind's gone, away in thought. She hums tunes, and her attitudes so carefree, and she doesn't seem to notice much of anything going on around her. Silly elf she's turning out to be."
Merry looked at me, his features thoughtful. He stared at me a few moments before he finally spoke. "She must be really happy inside then, for I can't think of any other reason why she'd be so cheerful."
"But her cheerfulness is annoying!" I whined, causing a snicker from Merry. It also happened to wake up Pippin.
"What is with you people, can't you allow an innocent hobbit to sleep a few hours more?" I turned to look at him, his eyes half closed and his hair a ruffled mess.
"Sorry Pippin, we didn't mean to wake up," I apologized, lowering my voice a bit. "I'd tell you to go back to sleep, but I bet the next person to wake you up would be Aragorn in a little while. He's probably going to wanna be rowing down the river by the time the sun is up and shining bright."
Pippin only grumbled. He finally sat up and wandered over to the river to wash himself up. Merry and I watched him a bit. I sat up, wrapping myself deeper into the elven cloak, if that was even possible anymore. More people had started to wake up, including Sam, who was in the process of stirring up the ashes of the fire. Caitlin was still sound asleep, and I rolled my eyes when I realized she was sleeping next to Legolas.
"I'm gonna go help Sam," I said to Merry. I stood up quickly, not giving him any more of an explanation or the chance to question things further.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Will you quit humming!?" I shrieked at Caitlin. We were once again rowing down the stream. It was mid-afternoon by now. We hadn't stopped since we departed earlier this morning, and Caitlin was driving me crazy. She was so giddy and upbeat, that I wanted to kill her! I didn't want to fathom what reasons she could be so upbeat. This girl was showing horrible signs of love sickness, but she refused to come out of denial.
"I'm going to kill you Caitlin Charlotte Bing! Can it you halfwit, and I mean NOW!" I was so sick of her."
"Jeez, chill, will you little one? I'm nice and happy and you seem to have woken up on the wrong side of the ground this morning."
"Not funny," I grumbled.
"Just sit still and enjoy the trip."
"How can I enjoy it when you're so upbeat and there's no explanation to your un-rational emotions! Caitlin," I growled, lowering my voice because Aragorn was shooting me an evil eye, "you are entirely sick with love for the only other elf on this expedition and you are in such freaking denial about it. Face facts or suffer my hobbit sized wrath!"
She slowed her rowing movements for a split second. "I am not in love with Legolas. Don't say such foolish dribble."
"You're only saying that because Galadriel isn't around to dwell into your head and reveal the truth to you. So I'll do her job. You love him. Admit it. Admit it or I'll tell him myself, you stuck up elfin brat."
"Do you wish to be dinner for some orcs, or what?"
"It's better than suffering your stupidity."
Caitlin just kept rowing. I turned back to stern. We said nothing for the rest of the trip.
MERRY'S POV
I looked in front of me at the two ladies arguing. Their screaming could clearly be heard, and it was hard to not be amused by their foolish follying.
"Why do you suppose they are at each others throat?" Pippin asked me. He was sitting behind me and watching the girls argue too. Boromir was behind the both of us, rowing away, yet watching with us.
"I'm not quiet sure myself. I only know what Elli said, for she only remarked on how carefree and cheerful Caitlin's been. But I do not see how that's a problem, do you?"
"No, I don't see anything wrong with it at all."
We stayed silent, listening to them argue a bit longer. Elli had said more about Caitlin's behavior, but I think she was just jealous. Caitlin had despised this world from the start. I remember when we first encountered them, and how dreadful Caitlin's grumbling was. Elli seemed thrilled about being here. But what had happened during that time to make them want to rip out each other's throats? Caitlin seemed to have had a change of heart, that was almost certain. But what had caused Elli to become so easily angered?
I watched as the air grew very tense around the two of them. They'd stopped talking, but that didn't mean things were going smoothly in their boat. Aragorn and Legolas' boats seemed unconcerned about what had happened to the girls. Pippin and I looked at each other. He shrugged. I raised an eyebrow.
"What do you 'pose got into them?" he asked quietly.
Boromir acknowledged that question. "Just some hearty female bickering, that's all. They'll both be over it in a few days time, no doubt."
Pippin seemed unmoved. "Elli seems really bothered by Caitlin's newfound cheerfulness. But why is Caitlin so happy? And why does it annoy Elli like so?"
I didn't answer Pippin, for I chose to ponder those questions in my own head.
Even though their backs were to us, I could see Caitlin's carefree movements had grown more forced. Elli's shoulders were sharp, as if she were ready to spring on something. I felt for Elli, even thought I hadn't a clue why she was so angry with Caitlin. There was no reasonable logic behind any of it. Caitlin had just out of nowhere had a complete chance of heart, while Elli was somewhat angry at this reaction out of Caitlin? No, no, that was no good at all. I gave up trying to figure it out. Instead I let my mind wander a bit, thinking about Elli and how nice she'd been out last night in the elven refuge Lothlorien. It was sweet of her to let me sleep in her bed, for I'd of gotten lost trying to find my own room that late. What a gentle lass she was. And yet. . . was I falling for a lass that wasn't from Middle-earth? A lass that was originally a human, and not born of hobbits? If so, how had this happened? And did I want to stop these feelings?
What's a hobbit lad to do?
CAITLIN'S POV
I would never admit that I was crushing so badly over Legolas. Over my dead body. Or preferably Elli's.
Who did she think she was, yelling at me like that? The nerve! I had been trying to forget all those feelings ever since we'd left Lorien and I'd escaped Lady Galadriel and her freaky dinky mind talk. So what if I was abundantly happy and joyous and seemingly thrilled? I was entitled! Really, I was.
Elli had no right in spoiling my fun. If I kept telling myself that I didn't like Legolas, than in the end I wouldn't like him anymore. I wouldn't look into his gorgeous blue eyes and feel his gaze see right into me. I wouldn't feel shivers at his touch. I wouldn't feel that I had fallen in love with an elf from Middle-earth that every girl in my world wanted to get their manicured nails on.
Who the hell was I kidding? I wanted him.
(A/N: So. . . You got inside Merry's head at least! A lot of you wanted inside Legolas' head, but I hate to disappoint you in saying that that isn't going to happen anytime soon. At least I got Caitlin out of denial for a split moment! Be happy with what I give you! Now review, and tell me your gorgeous opinions! Pretty, pretty please! I'll give you cookies! *starts throwing cookies in the air* Catch 'em if you plan on reviewing!
P.S. My next chapter (and also reviews on your stories!) will take me awhile. Homework has decided to bombard me lately, so please no hates us! *twitches a moment* Ok. That's it. Reviews please!