Disclaimer: I still don't own it........*sigh*
"What!?" Ankara shouted, "Of all the nerve! I can't believe you! You-you argh!" She continued. "You know," she added getting right up in Legolas's face, "I expected more from you! I should have know!" Her ranting continued for several more minutes.
"Um...," Legolas began tentatively after a bit.
"WHAT?!" Ankara exploded.
"Well.....I am the Prince of Mirkwood. I don't have to forgive you. Unless, of course, you want to go on that date...babe," Legolas grinned smugly.
Ankara was shocked. This was low...even for him. "You wouldn't...," she said in awe.
"Oh, yes, I would. A couple of years of Tom Bombadil's poetry...or a date," Legolas finished, sitting on a tree stump. He knew he had won. Tom Bombadil's poems were usually only used for the highest crimes. The mere mention of them, years of them, was enough to make a hobbit lose their appetite for hours.
Ankara stared blankly at the smug elf in front of her. She had wasted many minutes ranting because of him. Something in the back of her head told he to tell Legolas to find another smug, spoiled, prissy elf just like himself to date...but he was serious about the poetry.
"Fine. One date," she muttered.
"That's all I ask," Legolas smile a pearly white smile that was almost as blinding as his hair.
"Where...," Ankara began, shielding her eyes from the glow.
"You've got mail!" The computer interrupted.
"I thought you turned that thing off!" Legolas complained going over to it.
"I did! I shut it down when you were trying to shoot the bush!" Ankara said defensively.
Legolas muttered something in elvish, causing Ankara to gasp and hit him on the head. This was a mistake because she hit a hard spiky rock and cursed him many times more than he had originally.
Eventually Legolas was able to open his newest email. It read...
"Alright pansy boy. You've got a date. Woo. Hoo. It seems to be going real well, too. Or NOT! You have just proved that opposites do not attract. I mean look at you two! Girl, boy. Brown hair, blonde hair. Elf peasant, Elf prince. Um....and other stuff. You know what! If you really want to know all the opposites figure 'em out yourself!
It ended abruptly there.
"Wow. Tough crowd," Ankara remarked after reading it over Legolas's shoulder.
"Yeah. This is why I have to go on a date."
"Make's Cindy's letters look pretty good, huh."
"Yup."
"So what are we doing for this date?" Ankara asked after a pause.
As if on cue, all of the trees around them were illuminated with lights.
"Strange...," Legolas began, seeing no electrical wiring. He started to walk closer to one of the trees for further inspection, but suddenly corny romance songs began to play and paralyzed him in his tracks.
Ankara turned around to walk toward the music, but was also paralyzed in her tracks.
"Legolas...you...you...come over here," she said, shocked.
Legolas turned around to go closer to her, but became too shocked to move...again.
In front of them there had suddenly appeared a small table set for two, complete with candles and a red checkered table cloth.
"How...," Ankara began.
"I have no clue," Legolas responded.
