DISCLAIMER: I wish I owned LOTR. The only character I can claim rights to
is Gamine/Tommy. Oh well.
NOTE: Here comes a little bit of fun. To all Legolas fans, I hope you understand that this is all in good fun. Enjoy and Review! Also, I have started a new fanfic for Ella Enchanted! Please read it!
Chapter 5
Gamine fumed all the way back to her room. Her trip out had not been as fun as she had thought it would be. She flopped down on her bed only to get up again. She paced the floor back and forth, hoping to come up with something to do to the egotistical prince.
She stopped only when she saw herself in the mirror that was hanging up in her room. She was truly ugly. All she could see was the tremendous cut across her face and the horrible look upon seeing it. Gamine turned away, furious with herself.
"I am just like him, to be so self-absorbed. Why can't I get over this whole thing. I should just leave now and not have to deal with that idiot!"
But as she said these words, she knew them to be false, for she could never leave Frodo and the other hobbits— her charges. She had to protect them at all costs. They were the keys to the continuation of Middle Earth. She wasn't sure how they were, but they were.
So, for the meantime, Gamine would have to deal with Legolas. Or... She grinned as she thought of how she could make his life miserable.
Legolas was walking along, almost innocently, and enjoying the sun on his face... until a large bucket of mud was turned over directly above his head, that is. He wiped the wet, squelching filth from his eyes and looked up into the trees to see Tommy perched right above him, laughing. His hair drenched in mud now hung, sodden and disgusting. He made a very rude gesture at Tommy, and headed back to the building behind him.
Gamine could not control her laughing, and she almost fell out of the tree.
Gamine, with her hood up, was eating her dinner (a stew filled with meat and vegetables) when a large chunk of meat hit her in the eye. She looked up to see Legolas staring innocently at her.
He said, "I did not do anything."
Legolas woke up in the morning and stood to get dressed. He went to put his clothes on, but his normal gear was nowhere to be seen. He searched and searched all over his room, but all he could find to put on was a long, flowing, pink dress. There was nothing to it— he had to put it on if he wanted to leave his room.
He growled with displeasure.
Gamine was sleeping peacefully— until a loud noise woke her up. There was now a large flock of chickens running around her room, squawking their heads off. Gamine put the pillow over her head, but there was no use; it would not drown out the sound. Then, one particularly large chicken came and landed on her head.
When she pushed the chicken off, it pecked her fingers.
Legolas loved the sunset. He sat in a tree, watching it. When he returned to his room, though, he found the flock of chickens he had put in Tommy's room had been transferred. It was worse, though.
The chickens had all laid eggs on his floor.
Gamine walked out to the practice courts. By this point, she had learned to be on her guard. She watched all around her and where she was going. Just in time, she saw a string stretched out across the path in front of her. She followed it with her eyes. She was very glad she had not tripped the wire, for she would have ended up hanging upside down from a tree.
She shook her head and laughed at her cleverness.
Legolas was greatly displeased when Tommy failed to be caught in his trap. He was even more displeased when one of the hobbits was caught. It took him a great deal of time to get Merry down.
He tried to think of something else to do to Tommy. It was difficult. He finally settled on a plan. It would really get Tommy back for all the things he had done— especially that pink dress.
Gamine ate her breakfast quietly in a corner, not bothering anyone. After a bit, she began to feel strange. She stood up to leave, but Arwen stopped her.
"Tommy, may I have a moment?" she asked.
"Sure," replied Gamine, though she was beginning to feel very sick indeed.
They walked back to the table Gamine had been sitting at. There, Arwen began talking.
"I hated to see you sit over here all by your self. I decided to come and cheer you up. You do not look happy."
"I am fine," said Gamine, determinedly.
"Is something wrong?" asked Arwen, as her friend's face turned a deathly white.
"No, no. Everything's just fine."
But Gamine didn't hear Arwen's response, for her voice faded in and out. Her face became blurry at the edges, and Gamine became increasingly dizzy. She fell off her chair and knew no more.
Gamine woke to voices over her. They were faint at first, but they became stronger to her ears as she woke up a little more. She kept her eyes closed, so she could get her bearings.
"You should have stopped that childish game long before this!" said Elrond.
"I know, Sir. I got carried away," replied Legolas.
"It was foolish of you to want revenge so badly. This was not a harmless joke. What were you thinking when you poisoned his food?"
"It was not meant to poison, Sir. It was only meant to make Tommy act foolishly... singing, dancing, and things of that nature."
"Well, that was not its result. He will recover, but that was a very foolish thing to do. You both need to apologize to one another, whether you like it or not. When he wakes up, I expect you to be here."
"Yes, Sir."
Elrond left the room, but Legolas stayed. He sat in a chair by Gamine's bed. There he remained. Gamine refused to open her eyes. She did not want to talk to him.
Finally, she gave up on him sleeping (not knowing that elves don't sleep like Men do), and she opened her eyes.
They stared at each other for a few moments.
"That was foolish of me," said Legolas.
"It was foolish of us, you mean," replied Gamine.
Legolas looked at his hands, and Gamine looked at her hands. Then, at the same moment, they looked up and said: "I'm sorry."
They gaped at each other in surprise. Gamine, for once lost for words, nodded. Legolas nodded as well, stood up, and left the room.
Gamine leaned back into her pillows. Their white fluffiness encased her. She was not sure what to make of the elf prince anymore.
NOTE: Here comes a little bit of fun. To all Legolas fans, I hope you understand that this is all in good fun. Enjoy and Review! Also, I have started a new fanfic for Ella Enchanted! Please read it!
Chapter 5
Gamine fumed all the way back to her room. Her trip out had not been as fun as she had thought it would be. She flopped down on her bed only to get up again. She paced the floor back and forth, hoping to come up with something to do to the egotistical prince.
She stopped only when she saw herself in the mirror that was hanging up in her room. She was truly ugly. All she could see was the tremendous cut across her face and the horrible look upon seeing it. Gamine turned away, furious with herself.
"I am just like him, to be so self-absorbed. Why can't I get over this whole thing. I should just leave now and not have to deal with that idiot!"
But as she said these words, she knew them to be false, for she could never leave Frodo and the other hobbits— her charges. She had to protect them at all costs. They were the keys to the continuation of Middle Earth. She wasn't sure how they were, but they were.
So, for the meantime, Gamine would have to deal with Legolas. Or... She grinned as she thought of how she could make his life miserable.
Legolas was walking along, almost innocently, and enjoying the sun on his face... until a large bucket of mud was turned over directly above his head, that is. He wiped the wet, squelching filth from his eyes and looked up into the trees to see Tommy perched right above him, laughing. His hair drenched in mud now hung, sodden and disgusting. He made a very rude gesture at Tommy, and headed back to the building behind him.
Gamine could not control her laughing, and she almost fell out of the tree.
Gamine, with her hood up, was eating her dinner (a stew filled with meat and vegetables) when a large chunk of meat hit her in the eye. She looked up to see Legolas staring innocently at her.
He said, "I did not do anything."
Legolas woke up in the morning and stood to get dressed. He went to put his clothes on, but his normal gear was nowhere to be seen. He searched and searched all over his room, but all he could find to put on was a long, flowing, pink dress. There was nothing to it— he had to put it on if he wanted to leave his room.
He growled with displeasure.
Gamine was sleeping peacefully— until a loud noise woke her up. There was now a large flock of chickens running around her room, squawking their heads off. Gamine put the pillow over her head, but there was no use; it would not drown out the sound. Then, one particularly large chicken came and landed on her head.
When she pushed the chicken off, it pecked her fingers.
Legolas loved the sunset. He sat in a tree, watching it. When he returned to his room, though, he found the flock of chickens he had put in Tommy's room had been transferred. It was worse, though.
The chickens had all laid eggs on his floor.
Gamine walked out to the practice courts. By this point, she had learned to be on her guard. She watched all around her and where she was going. Just in time, she saw a string stretched out across the path in front of her. She followed it with her eyes. She was very glad she had not tripped the wire, for she would have ended up hanging upside down from a tree.
She shook her head and laughed at her cleverness.
Legolas was greatly displeased when Tommy failed to be caught in his trap. He was even more displeased when one of the hobbits was caught. It took him a great deal of time to get Merry down.
He tried to think of something else to do to Tommy. It was difficult. He finally settled on a plan. It would really get Tommy back for all the things he had done— especially that pink dress.
Gamine ate her breakfast quietly in a corner, not bothering anyone. After a bit, she began to feel strange. She stood up to leave, but Arwen stopped her.
"Tommy, may I have a moment?" she asked.
"Sure," replied Gamine, though she was beginning to feel very sick indeed.
They walked back to the table Gamine had been sitting at. There, Arwen began talking.
"I hated to see you sit over here all by your self. I decided to come and cheer you up. You do not look happy."
"I am fine," said Gamine, determinedly.
"Is something wrong?" asked Arwen, as her friend's face turned a deathly white.
"No, no. Everything's just fine."
But Gamine didn't hear Arwen's response, for her voice faded in and out. Her face became blurry at the edges, and Gamine became increasingly dizzy. She fell off her chair and knew no more.
Gamine woke to voices over her. They were faint at first, but they became stronger to her ears as she woke up a little more. She kept her eyes closed, so she could get her bearings.
"You should have stopped that childish game long before this!" said Elrond.
"I know, Sir. I got carried away," replied Legolas.
"It was foolish of you to want revenge so badly. This was not a harmless joke. What were you thinking when you poisoned his food?"
"It was not meant to poison, Sir. It was only meant to make Tommy act foolishly... singing, dancing, and things of that nature."
"Well, that was not its result. He will recover, but that was a very foolish thing to do. You both need to apologize to one another, whether you like it or not. When he wakes up, I expect you to be here."
"Yes, Sir."
Elrond left the room, but Legolas stayed. He sat in a chair by Gamine's bed. There he remained. Gamine refused to open her eyes. She did not want to talk to him.
Finally, she gave up on him sleeping (not knowing that elves don't sleep like Men do), and she opened her eyes.
They stared at each other for a few moments.
"That was foolish of me," said Legolas.
"It was foolish of us, you mean," replied Gamine.
Legolas looked at his hands, and Gamine looked at her hands. Then, at the same moment, they looked up and said: "I'm sorry."
They gaped at each other in surprise. Gamine, for once lost for words, nodded. Legolas nodded as well, stood up, and left the room.
Gamine leaned back into her pillows. Their white fluffiness encased her. She was not sure what to make of the elf prince anymore.