Wow! People like me! You really like me! Since you all request
continuations, what else can I do? Just a little note: I have not read the
books, unlike Huinesoron, so I do not always understand who he is
splatting. However, as a Fan girl, I think I can get away with this
ignorance, as she wouldn't understand either and can therefore jump to her
own deluded conclusions...If I do get something terribly wrong, however,
please tell me, and I will do my best to correct it in later chapters. So
story time! But, before that, a reply to the people kind (or crazy) enough
to review. You see, I am following most devoutly in the footsteps of
Huinesoron, who is the master and whose fanfics are gospel (well, perhaps
that's a little OTT...I do that sometimes) Anyway...
Huinesoron - Glad you like...don't let it get to your head though. I might not always wait for you...then your stories will be influenced by mine! I will have the power! Mwuhahahah!
Pointy Ears Are My Thing - I am glad I have your support, even though it is an offshoot of you pancake love... Pancakes is so darn good I can't hold it against you!
Bulma Greenleaf - I'm glad you approve...Me and Huinesoron thought it would be fun if I did this. Here is an update...I will try to keep up to date, 'onest I will, guvnor! And if you are an assistant (I think you're an assistant, please forgive me if I'm wrong) you will, but I apologise in the way the crazy deluded fan girl will paint you...she IS a fan girl and as such should not be taken terribly seriously...I, as the author, like you and fully appreciate all your efforts...wow, what a long reply!
Elanhin - I'm glad you like...As you can see, I am continuing
Merrylyn - Whoa! Glad you like (I hope I'm not being presumptuous, I just got the impression you liked this a bit) I will write more. And btw, I wanted to rescue and recruit you, but I think you're already taken...I will enter into negotiations...Alicia needs people like you for what I have planned
So, on with the story!
Chapter 2 - He isn't...nah!
Alicia followed Legolas through the Shire, ducking from shadow to shadow. As she watched his graceful loose limbed walk, she composed sonnets she would serenade him with as soon as she introduced herself. She was trying to think of something to follow "And of a race so noble and olden, He is the greatest, so pure and so golden..." (Should she praise his soulful eyes or his fabulous, fabulous body?) when she realised he had stopped at a door. She followed as he entered, and tucked herself into a convenient cranny. She didn't quite recognise the house, or its occupants...well, she had only gone to the movie because her little brother had wanted to, and she only really remembered Legolas. And she hadn't quite got round to reading the books. Her little brother had, and he'd told her all about them...shame she had been looking at her posters at the time...
But it didn't matter. Legolas was silently pancaking most of the hobbits. They MUST be evil, nasty people, for her elf to feel the need to punish them. Finally there was one hobbit left, sitting in his chair with a glass of ale. He was frowning slightly, looking worried, and paying no attention to Legolas (she was distracted here, as by glancing at him, she had seen the way his black cloak skimmed his muscular chest and toned legs, and it took a minute to break out of the trance). But the hobbit didn't look evil, more concerned as a friend would worry. But then he looked up as if startled. She heard Legolas call him farmer...It must be Farmer Maggot then (strange, she didn't remember her brother saying anything about him being a bad character). Then Legolas said something about splatting him anyway. He swiftly loosed the pancake, and Farmer Maggot fell to the floor. Once again she was awed by the grace, but this time there was a niggling doubt. Why had Legolas splatted him? He didn't seem bad, and he had given no reason.
As she followed him out, she head him mutter something about being "on form". Well, obviously he had a reason. Farmer Maggot must have had it coming...well, with a name like maggot (nasty icky things!) he had to be bad! And it wasn't as if Legolas would do anything wrong...Alicia nearly laughed at the thought. Her Legolas, the noblest, handsomest, most charming prince the elves could ever have, do something wrong? That was ridiculous. Still, as she followed him, she tried to work out what Legolas had meant by "on form". Well, until she started the sonnet again, and then her thoughts were entirely on "His eyes of knowing, piercing blue"
(A/N) Well, what do you think? There's only one way to tell me...hit the review button now! (That is, if you feel like it...no pressure) Sorry if this sounds like Huinesoron...but I am a fan, and he is the master...actually, it's the way I write anyway, but someone pointed out the similarity.
Huinesoron - Glad you like...don't let it get to your head though. I might not always wait for you...then your stories will be influenced by mine! I will have the power! Mwuhahahah!
Pointy Ears Are My Thing - I am glad I have your support, even though it is an offshoot of you pancake love... Pancakes is so darn good I can't hold it against you!
Bulma Greenleaf - I'm glad you approve...Me and Huinesoron thought it would be fun if I did this. Here is an update...I will try to keep up to date, 'onest I will, guvnor! And if you are an assistant (I think you're an assistant, please forgive me if I'm wrong) you will, but I apologise in the way the crazy deluded fan girl will paint you...she IS a fan girl and as such should not be taken terribly seriously...I, as the author, like you and fully appreciate all your efforts...wow, what a long reply!
Elanhin - I'm glad you like...As you can see, I am continuing
Merrylyn - Whoa! Glad you like (I hope I'm not being presumptuous, I just got the impression you liked this a bit) I will write more. And btw, I wanted to rescue and recruit you, but I think you're already taken...I will enter into negotiations...Alicia needs people like you for what I have planned
So, on with the story!
Chapter 2 - He isn't...nah!
Alicia followed Legolas through the Shire, ducking from shadow to shadow. As she watched his graceful loose limbed walk, she composed sonnets she would serenade him with as soon as she introduced herself. She was trying to think of something to follow "And of a race so noble and olden, He is the greatest, so pure and so golden..." (Should she praise his soulful eyes or his fabulous, fabulous body?) when she realised he had stopped at a door. She followed as he entered, and tucked herself into a convenient cranny. She didn't quite recognise the house, or its occupants...well, she had only gone to the movie because her little brother had wanted to, and she only really remembered Legolas. And she hadn't quite got round to reading the books. Her little brother had, and he'd told her all about them...shame she had been looking at her posters at the time...
But it didn't matter. Legolas was silently pancaking most of the hobbits. They MUST be evil, nasty people, for her elf to feel the need to punish them. Finally there was one hobbit left, sitting in his chair with a glass of ale. He was frowning slightly, looking worried, and paying no attention to Legolas (she was distracted here, as by glancing at him, she had seen the way his black cloak skimmed his muscular chest and toned legs, and it took a minute to break out of the trance). But the hobbit didn't look evil, more concerned as a friend would worry. But then he looked up as if startled. She heard Legolas call him farmer...It must be Farmer Maggot then (strange, she didn't remember her brother saying anything about him being a bad character). Then Legolas said something about splatting him anyway. He swiftly loosed the pancake, and Farmer Maggot fell to the floor. Once again she was awed by the grace, but this time there was a niggling doubt. Why had Legolas splatted him? He didn't seem bad, and he had given no reason.
As she followed him out, she head him mutter something about being "on form". Well, obviously he had a reason. Farmer Maggot must have had it coming...well, with a name like maggot (nasty icky things!) he had to be bad! And it wasn't as if Legolas would do anything wrong...Alicia nearly laughed at the thought. Her Legolas, the noblest, handsomest, most charming prince the elves could ever have, do something wrong? That was ridiculous. Still, as she followed him, she tried to work out what Legolas had meant by "on form". Well, until she started the sonnet again, and then her thoughts were entirely on "His eyes of knowing, piercing blue"
(A/N) Well, what do you think? There's only one way to tell me...hit the review button now! (That is, if you feel like it...no pressure) Sorry if this sounds like Huinesoron...but I am a fan, and he is the master...actually, it's the way I write anyway, but someone pointed out the similarity.