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To MerryMagic26 – You can use that same story idea! Lol I didn't copyright that, it's a perfectly...er...normal situation!
Eomer rose from his throne and tried to wipe the grin off his face as he spotted the elf upon the floor. His face twitching abnormally, he stared down at Legolas.
"Greetings, Lego- Legol- Lego," Eomer was trying desperately to keep a straight face. Legolas glared sourly at him.
"Hello Eomer." Eomer decided he could smile now and did so, extending his hand. Legolas took it and got up, but the floor was still wet and his legs slid around as Legolas scrambled to stay upright, arms flailing. When he finally stood straight again, Eomer grinned.
"Our horses do not bear river rats. Come, you can dry off." Legolas nodded appreciatively and made to follow Eomer, but slipped and ended up sliding halfway to the door. Eomer led him to a room with a bath, a screen, and a few towels. Legolas thanked Eomer and hurried inside, locking a door behind him. The bath was steaming, and Legolas stripped, and stepped in, sighing with relief. Suddenly, from inside his tunic, a frog jumped out, croaking reproachfully. Legolas shook his head, recalling how upon opening his mouth to request an audience from the king, a croak had emitted instead. Legolas sank beneath the surface, letting the warm water envelop him. Finally, he got up and wrapped a towel around his waist. He laid out his clothes neatly, waiting for it them to dry. Next, he took up residence in a chair, waiting for his hair to dry. He tried to help his hair dry by getting up and flipping his hair over, shaking his head. Unfortunately, he whacked his cheek against the chair and ended up getting a dark purple bruise just under his right eye. Wincing, he got up and sat down on the chair again, motionless. Finally, his hair and his clothes were dry and he pulled on his clothes and opened the door, letting the croaking frog out first. A servant passing looked from the frog to Legolas's bruised cheek and back to the frog. Shaking her head, she hurried away.
"Excuse me!" Legolas called. The maid turned.
"Yes, Sire?" She asked.
"Might I see King Eomer, just to say goodbye?" Legolas asked. The maid giggled and smothered it. Legolas straightened, slightly miffed and annoyed.
"Begging your pardon, Prince Legolas, but the King usually doesn't take visitors at eleven at night!" She giggled. Legolas hadn't realized that long had passed. "But I'll wake him." She said quickly, turning to walk away. Legolas followed her. Just before she opened the door to Eomer's chamber, she turned back to Legolas.
"Perhaps you'd like some ice for that eye, my lord? I've heard the frogs are getting rowdy." She said with a smirk, her mouth twitching oddly as she struggled not to laugh.
"No thank you." Legolas said, leaning somewhat defensively against the opposite wall. The girl grinned and disappeared into the chamber. A few minutes later, Eomer reappeared, blinking rapidly and shuffling.
"Eomer, thank you for the hospitality," Legolas began. Eomer held up his hand to stop him, still rubbing his eye.
"Shut it, elf. I'm tired. It took you somewhere around six hours to take a bath and get your stuff dry. Now I'm looking forward to sleeping. Get a horse and go." Eomer grumbled, turning around and going back into his room. The servant girl came back immediately.
"Sorry, my lord. He's been in a bad mood since a few hours ago, when his sister asked to be allowed to hang a man who teased her for riding her horse. She refused to let him off with anything less than a whipping." The maid informed him. Legolas mentally reminded himself never to mention to Eowyn she was less than maidenly. He'd always been a bit afraid of her since Arwen and Aragorn left on their honeymoon, and she told Eomer they should follow, just in case.
"It's fine. I'll just go get a horse." Legolas said quickly, shaking off the girl's company and hurrying outside to the stables. Inside, it was dimly lit by a few lanterns. The horses gazed sleepily at him. One however, was particularly wide eyed and speedy looking. A dark colored horse with a darker mane. Legolas smiled and reached in to touch the horse. It nuzzled his hand and snorted happily. Legolas quickly opened the door and led the horse out. He jumped on, bareback and trotted out the doors. A little stable boy was calling after him.
"My lord! Come back! My lord!" the boy called. Legolas, unable to hear, just turned and waved.
"My lord! That's Lady Eowyn's horse! It's LADY EOWYN'S HORSE!" From the shadows, Eowyn stepped out; her eyes glittering and her sword alight from the beams from the moon.
"Ah, a horse thief!" She sneered. "Yahru, saddle another horse. I'm going to get my horse back, and teach that thief a lesson!"
To MerryMagic26 – You can use that same story idea! Lol I didn't copyright that, it's a perfectly...er...normal situation!
Eomer rose from his throne and tried to wipe the grin off his face as he spotted the elf upon the floor. His face twitching abnormally, he stared down at Legolas.
"Greetings, Lego- Legol- Lego," Eomer was trying desperately to keep a straight face. Legolas glared sourly at him.
"Hello Eomer." Eomer decided he could smile now and did so, extending his hand. Legolas took it and got up, but the floor was still wet and his legs slid around as Legolas scrambled to stay upright, arms flailing. When he finally stood straight again, Eomer grinned.
"Our horses do not bear river rats. Come, you can dry off." Legolas nodded appreciatively and made to follow Eomer, but slipped and ended up sliding halfway to the door. Eomer led him to a room with a bath, a screen, and a few towels. Legolas thanked Eomer and hurried inside, locking a door behind him. The bath was steaming, and Legolas stripped, and stepped in, sighing with relief. Suddenly, from inside his tunic, a frog jumped out, croaking reproachfully. Legolas shook his head, recalling how upon opening his mouth to request an audience from the king, a croak had emitted instead. Legolas sank beneath the surface, letting the warm water envelop him. Finally, he got up and wrapped a towel around his waist. He laid out his clothes neatly, waiting for it them to dry. Next, he took up residence in a chair, waiting for his hair to dry. He tried to help his hair dry by getting up and flipping his hair over, shaking his head. Unfortunately, he whacked his cheek against the chair and ended up getting a dark purple bruise just under his right eye. Wincing, he got up and sat down on the chair again, motionless. Finally, his hair and his clothes were dry and he pulled on his clothes and opened the door, letting the croaking frog out first. A servant passing looked from the frog to Legolas's bruised cheek and back to the frog. Shaking her head, she hurried away.
"Excuse me!" Legolas called. The maid turned.
"Yes, Sire?" She asked.
"Might I see King Eomer, just to say goodbye?" Legolas asked. The maid giggled and smothered it. Legolas straightened, slightly miffed and annoyed.
"Begging your pardon, Prince Legolas, but the King usually doesn't take visitors at eleven at night!" She giggled. Legolas hadn't realized that long had passed. "But I'll wake him." She said quickly, turning to walk away. Legolas followed her. Just before she opened the door to Eomer's chamber, she turned back to Legolas.
"Perhaps you'd like some ice for that eye, my lord? I've heard the frogs are getting rowdy." She said with a smirk, her mouth twitching oddly as she struggled not to laugh.
"No thank you." Legolas said, leaning somewhat defensively against the opposite wall. The girl grinned and disappeared into the chamber. A few minutes later, Eomer reappeared, blinking rapidly and shuffling.
"Eomer, thank you for the hospitality," Legolas began. Eomer held up his hand to stop him, still rubbing his eye.
"Shut it, elf. I'm tired. It took you somewhere around six hours to take a bath and get your stuff dry. Now I'm looking forward to sleeping. Get a horse and go." Eomer grumbled, turning around and going back into his room. The servant girl came back immediately.
"Sorry, my lord. He's been in a bad mood since a few hours ago, when his sister asked to be allowed to hang a man who teased her for riding her horse. She refused to let him off with anything less than a whipping." The maid informed him. Legolas mentally reminded himself never to mention to Eowyn she was less than maidenly. He'd always been a bit afraid of her since Arwen and Aragorn left on their honeymoon, and she told Eomer they should follow, just in case.
"It's fine. I'll just go get a horse." Legolas said quickly, shaking off the girl's company and hurrying outside to the stables. Inside, it was dimly lit by a few lanterns. The horses gazed sleepily at him. One however, was particularly wide eyed and speedy looking. A dark colored horse with a darker mane. Legolas smiled and reached in to touch the horse. It nuzzled his hand and snorted happily. Legolas quickly opened the door and led the horse out. He jumped on, bareback and trotted out the doors. A little stable boy was calling after him.
"My lord! Come back! My lord!" the boy called. Legolas, unable to hear, just turned and waved.
"My lord! That's Lady Eowyn's horse! It's LADY EOWYN'S HORSE!" From the shadows, Eowyn stepped out; her eyes glittering and her sword alight from the beams from the moon.
"Ah, a horse thief!" She sneered. "Yahru, saddle another horse. I'm going to get my horse back, and teach that thief a lesson!"