Chapter 4:
ARIANA POV
I lay in bed. Rewrapped. Legolas knocked on the door. Knew it was he, because he had promised to visit me as soon as maid left. She had left a minute ago. "Come in." He walked in and shut the door behind him. He smiled as he saw me in his bed.
"I guess you have chosen your place of slumber?" I smirked at him. Laurel had already left, yawning and stuttering.
"Why, I do believe I have. If you want your bed, you're just going to have to share it, as I am NOT moving." I turned over, with my back to him.
"Lady Ariana. Are you playing at something?" I almost laughed louder then I wanted to. He laughed with me. "I guess not. I just hope you will not care if I sleep without a shirt."
I laughed again. Then we both cracked up. As my mom said, "Make friends with him first. He may be cute, but he may end up being a jerk. And that way, when you break up, you can still be friends." I was taking her advice now, and was glad of it.
I sat up slowly. I was wearing pants and my wrappings again. He sat down next to me, and suddenly took to tickling me. I am very ticklish, and this was the last thing I wanted him to do.
I gave a muffled scream, and he tickled me more. I laughed until I cried. He saw my tears, knowing they were from happiness, not from pain. He stopped, to my relief. I suddenly tackled him to the floor, tickling him. He laughed for a bit, then suddenly smiled. I gave him a small, light punch in the stomach for his ability to avoid my tickling. Poophead.
I collapsed on him, sitting across him, pinning him down. Then I began to braid his hair. He squirmed under me but could not get out. I finished and let him go, laughing. All his hair was, every few strands, were braids.
He laughed, looking at himself. He undid them, then took off his top tunic, then his shirt. God he was BUFF!!! Ooh lala. Haha. I knew Laurel liked him, but she wasn't able to see him without a shirt on. Yet. He took off his boots and lay them by the door.
I crawled back into bed, smiling. I'll invite Laurel for a sleepover soon.
#*#*#*#*#*# I woke up the next morning, to see Legolas on a small couch in the corner of the room, only half his covers were on. I got up. I slipped on a light green under dress, which was light and feathery. I then put on a darker green dress that went over the other one. It had pointed sleeves that only covered three quarters of my arms. It opened in the front to reveal my under dress. I took off my leggings from there.
I began to brush my hair. Legolas twitched. I could not tell if he was awake or not, as his eyes were open, all throughout his sleep. "Legolas," I said softly. He stirred, waking up.
He smiled at me. "I think I got cold. You forgot to replace my covers when you got up." I pretended to look sorry. Oh, how could I have forgotten when his entire chest was showing for me to gaze at continually?
He got up and stretched. His muscles rippled. Aaahh. He noticed me looking at him and smiled. "What is it? Too strong for your liking?" I smiled, then laughed. I walked up to him and poked him in the stomach experimentally. Hard as rock. He didn't even tense up. I sighed.
"If only I hadn't been injured. You would have been quite surprised with my strength. I have been able to carry my father for a certain period of time." He suddenly swept me up into his arms. I gave a small yelp of surprise.
"You are muscular? You weigh nothing at all." He put one arm under me in a crescent moon shape, so he was carrying me with one arm. "This is how I carried you home." He then proceeded to walk about the room with me. He stopped and placed me on the ground.
It was time for a surprise, Mr. Buff. I then picked him up. "And I believe I could also carry you home. So you needn't worry. If you get hurt I will take care of you," I said in a superior tone. I used one arm like him, and carried him around the room.
Before I placed him down, he said in a squeaky, girlish tone, "Oh, thank you thank you! All those evil nasty orcs, oh. I feel faint." He put the back of his hand to his hand, as if he had fainted. I laughed and dropped him on the bed.
We both laughed for a while, then he congratulated me on my strength. "I felt quite helpless, really."
He went off and got dressed, then came out and asked me if I wanted to ride. I was ecstatic. But at that moment, Laurel burst in. "The maid thought she heard laughing in here when she walked by, so she told... and, why are you in here? You didn't.OHMYGAWD!!! YOU GUYS ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE!!! THE MAID TOLD ON YOU! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!" and she grabbed the door, shut it, and ran out of the room yelling, "I'LL GET HER FOR YOU!!"
Legolas grimaced. I looked at him, biting my lip. He gave me an, 'I'm dead' look, then went to brush his hair and braid it. I walked over, looking at his tactics to braid his hair without getting a strand out of place. I had braided all my hair. He did that cool looking little one, then the two funky ones by his ears.
He turned around, held both my forearms, said, "Wish me luck." And headed downstairs. I heard an outraged yell as he entered the room.
I quickly ran down the stairs, elven healing powers working wonderfully to mend me, and burst into the room as I saw the king slapping Legolas. I walked forward quickly to block the next blow.
His father looked taken aback. "How dare you stop me? My son has."
I glared at him. "Your 'son' is quite old enough to make his own choices by now Sir. I believe it is my fault. I chose to sleep in his bed, as it was the softest. Would you rather me sleep in yours? He didn't sleep with me anyway. He was in a small couch on the other side of the room."
Again, the kings eyes widened in shock, at this woman who was so bravely telling him off like an older sister to a bully. I almost smiled. That was my role. To become Legolas' older, nah, little sister. Or maybe more.wait. I'll leave him for Laurel. Elfy twins, here I come!
The king stuttered. "My Lady, this is between the two of us."
"No, it is not. I myself was involved in this 'crime.' I see no reason to let Legolas take the full blow of the punishment." I stepped in front of Legolas and turned my cheek to the king. "There, hit it. It is the same punishment your son received. I must receive it too."
He didn't move. He just stared at me, in awe. "What. Aren't you going to hit me?" He still did not move. His eyes began to cloud slightly.
I smiled triumphantly. "So, you refuse to hit a person who is guilty of the same crime as your son, yet you still hit a man of your own blood? What kind of father are you?"
Tears fell down Legolas' father's face. He got off his throne. He walked to me and put his arms around me. I hugged him as well. Then he turned to Legolas. He walked to him, and his eyes widened as Legolas flinched instinctively. But Legolas had no reason to flinch. He was soon wrapped in an embrace so tight he was running out of breath.
"Father, why?" His father sobbed loudly, and looked at Legolas.
"My son, I am so sorry. I did not mean to, oh. It is my entire fault. Your friend is a wonderful woman. She has shown me my faults. My son, you are perfect." He turned to me, and thanked me over and over and over again.
I left quickly, and found Laura. We were going to have a lot of fun today. Come here, little elfy twins! ~~~~~~~~~~~
I lay in bed. Rewrapped. Legolas knocked on the door. Knew it was he, because he had promised to visit me as soon as maid left. She had left a minute ago. "Come in." He walked in and shut the door behind him. He smiled as he saw me in his bed.
"I guess you have chosen your place of slumber?" I smirked at him. Laurel had already left, yawning and stuttering.
"Why, I do believe I have. If you want your bed, you're just going to have to share it, as I am NOT moving." I turned over, with my back to him.
"Lady Ariana. Are you playing at something?" I almost laughed louder then I wanted to. He laughed with me. "I guess not. I just hope you will not care if I sleep without a shirt."
I laughed again. Then we both cracked up. As my mom said, "Make friends with him first. He may be cute, but he may end up being a jerk. And that way, when you break up, you can still be friends." I was taking her advice now, and was glad of it.
I sat up slowly. I was wearing pants and my wrappings again. He sat down next to me, and suddenly took to tickling me. I am very ticklish, and this was the last thing I wanted him to do.
I gave a muffled scream, and he tickled me more. I laughed until I cried. He saw my tears, knowing they were from happiness, not from pain. He stopped, to my relief. I suddenly tackled him to the floor, tickling him. He laughed for a bit, then suddenly smiled. I gave him a small, light punch in the stomach for his ability to avoid my tickling. Poophead.
I collapsed on him, sitting across him, pinning him down. Then I began to braid his hair. He squirmed under me but could not get out. I finished and let him go, laughing. All his hair was, every few strands, were braids.
He laughed, looking at himself. He undid them, then took off his top tunic, then his shirt. God he was BUFF!!! Ooh lala. Haha. I knew Laurel liked him, but she wasn't able to see him without a shirt on. Yet. He took off his boots and lay them by the door.
I crawled back into bed, smiling. I'll invite Laurel for a sleepover soon.
#*#*#*#*#*# I woke up the next morning, to see Legolas on a small couch in the corner of the room, only half his covers were on. I got up. I slipped on a light green under dress, which was light and feathery. I then put on a darker green dress that went over the other one. It had pointed sleeves that only covered three quarters of my arms. It opened in the front to reveal my under dress. I took off my leggings from there.
I began to brush my hair. Legolas twitched. I could not tell if he was awake or not, as his eyes were open, all throughout his sleep. "Legolas," I said softly. He stirred, waking up.
He smiled at me. "I think I got cold. You forgot to replace my covers when you got up." I pretended to look sorry. Oh, how could I have forgotten when his entire chest was showing for me to gaze at continually?
He got up and stretched. His muscles rippled. Aaahh. He noticed me looking at him and smiled. "What is it? Too strong for your liking?" I smiled, then laughed. I walked up to him and poked him in the stomach experimentally. Hard as rock. He didn't even tense up. I sighed.
"If only I hadn't been injured. You would have been quite surprised with my strength. I have been able to carry my father for a certain period of time." He suddenly swept me up into his arms. I gave a small yelp of surprise.
"You are muscular? You weigh nothing at all." He put one arm under me in a crescent moon shape, so he was carrying me with one arm. "This is how I carried you home." He then proceeded to walk about the room with me. He stopped and placed me on the ground.
It was time for a surprise, Mr. Buff. I then picked him up. "And I believe I could also carry you home. So you needn't worry. If you get hurt I will take care of you," I said in a superior tone. I used one arm like him, and carried him around the room.
Before I placed him down, he said in a squeaky, girlish tone, "Oh, thank you thank you! All those evil nasty orcs, oh. I feel faint." He put the back of his hand to his hand, as if he had fainted. I laughed and dropped him on the bed.
We both laughed for a while, then he congratulated me on my strength. "I felt quite helpless, really."
He went off and got dressed, then came out and asked me if I wanted to ride. I was ecstatic. But at that moment, Laurel burst in. "The maid thought she heard laughing in here when she walked by, so she told... and, why are you in here? You didn't.OHMYGAWD!!! YOU GUYS ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE!!! THE MAID TOLD ON YOU! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!" and she grabbed the door, shut it, and ran out of the room yelling, "I'LL GET HER FOR YOU!!"
Legolas grimaced. I looked at him, biting my lip. He gave me an, 'I'm dead' look, then went to brush his hair and braid it. I walked over, looking at his tactics to braid his hair without getting a strand out of place. I had braided all my hair. He did that cool looking little one, then the two funky ones by his ears.
He turned around, held both my forearms, said, "Wish me luck." And headed downstairs. I heard an outraged yell as he entered the room.
I quickly ran down the stairs, elven healing powers working wonderfully to mend me, and burst into the room as I saw the king slapping Legolas. I walked forward quickly to block the next blow.
His father looked taken aback. "How dare you stop me? My son has."
I glared at him. "Your 'son' is quite old enough to make his own choices by now Sir. I believe it is my fault. I chose to sleep in his bed, as it was the softest. Would you rather me sleep in yours? He didn't sleep with me anyway. He was in a small couch on the other side of the room."
Again, the kings eyes widened in shock, at this woman who was so bravely telling him off like an older sister to a bully. I almost smiled. That was my role. To become Legolas' older, nah, little sister. Or maybe more.wait. I'll leave him for Laurel. Elfy twins, here I come!
The king stuttered. "My Lady, this is between the two of us."
"No, it is not. I myself was involved in this 'crime.' I see no reason to let Legolas take the full blow of the punishment." I stepped in front of Legolas and turned my cheek to the king. "There, hit it. It is the same punishment your son received. I must receive it too."
He didn't move. He just stared at me, in awe. "What. Aren't you going to hit me?" He still did not move. His eyes began to cloud slightly.
I smiled triumphantly. "So, you refuse to hit a person who is guilty of the same crime as your son, yet you still hit a man of your own blood? What kind of father are you?"
Tears fell down Legolas' father's face. He got off his throne. He walked to me and put his arms around me. I hugged him as well. Then he turned to Legolas. He walked to him, and his eyes widened as Legolas flinched instinctively. But Legolas had no reason to flinch. He was soon wrapped in an embrace so tight he was running out of breath.
"Father, why?" His father sobbed loudly, and looked at Legolas.
"My son, I am so sorry. I did not mean to, oh. It is my entire fault. Your friend is a wonderful woman. She has shown me my faults. My son, you are perfect." He turned to me, and thanked me over and over and over again.
I left quickly, and found Laura. We were going to have a lot of fun today. Come here, little elfy twins! ~~~~~~~~~~~