Disclaimer: - As usual, the gypsies and Arire.
A/N: - I know it's listed as "action" aswell as romance. so I thought I'd add some here!
Going Stag- Chp 3
Skirts and Steals
"What colour do you think it should be?"
"You mean you haven't decided!"
"I could suggest something"
"G'head Faramir"
"White"
"Why? Because it's clean and classical?"
"No"
"Huh"
"Cause it goes see through when wet"
"Grr!" Liran chucked a cushion at the rugged man shaking with laugher. She pouted and whined, "It's not funny, Faramir! I really can not decide!" Liran had been picking through artist drawings of her potential wedding gowns when the man had rudely interrupted. Lying on her double bed with the pillows stacked up to lean on them, Liran, Arwen and Eowyn tried to choose the best, most flattering and downright lovely dress. So far, nothing fit the bill. Twiddling her long blond hair, Liran suggested, "Perhaps whilst Legolas is away, we should have them brought here"
Arwen thought carefully, as long as none of them returned, it would be fine.
At that moment, Faramir got up and with scruff hair, bowed. The girls laughed at his appearance, as he'd hoped, "I take my leave now my dear love" he crooned kissing Eowyn's hand. She turned her head away, blushing. Swaggering out, he added, "Good day"
He was about to sway more as Arire dashed in, smacking him in the face with the strong and hard door. Hurrying around the door, the flustered young elf saw the girls on the bed, in they're flurry of patterned pillows and delicate depictions, staring at the other side of the door. Faramir swayed on the spot a bit, Arire lunging her arms out when he tilted too much, before he fell, Arire ready to catch him.
"I'm terribly sorry, Fara--- Faramir. Oh, You took your time! We've already set the place and we're--- well you know--- Go see Aragorn!" she ordered snappily and pointing at the door, sending confused man away with stars spinning infront of his eyes.
Practically slamming the door after him (causing him to collide with the stone floor in the corridor), Arire turned to her friends, sour looks on their faces.
"But . . . I . . . Oh, Alright"
Calling over her shoulder, "SORRRRRYYYYY!"
"AH! UFH" She frightened him.
"Sorry again" she apologised a little quieter that time.
"'S OK" came his voice in a groggy tone. She could hear him heave off the floor and then stumble away again.
Facing the bed again, she now saw smile. Launching herself, from a run, on to the bed by swing off the top post of the four poster, and jumping over the back, she landed beside Arwen, next to Eowyn and facing the future Mrs Greenleaf (Poor girl, she thought). ] "So, what garment shall be fit for a princess?" she asked flatteringly with the usual twinkle in her eye. Liran didn't look quite as charming; her grey eyes roamed the room discouragingly. Pulling at her cobalt coloured dresses collar, she replied hastily, "I . . . I really haven't picked one"
Arire looked upon the point of disappear, the elf had been picking for weeks on end now, and still she could not decided.
"You'll find the perfect dress," Arire told her encouragingly, patting her arm.
"Besides" she began with a mischievous tone, "It doesn't matter what you wear, you'll still get that come-hither-stare of Legolas anyway. Infact he'd be a lot happier if you turned up wearing only a smile" Arire was next to be hit by a cushion.
Liran wheedled, "I'm serious, Air, what will I do?" Arire scratched her chin in mock deep thought.
"I've got it!" she announced with a gleaming smile.
"Yes" the others said desperately.
"No wait"
The cushions continued to fly.
"Faramir!" Exclaimed Aragorn embracing the large, and for some reason punch- drunk looking man. Examining the marks across his nose, Doctor Legolas made his diagnosis, "Arire hit you in the face didn't she?"
Faramir nodded in pain, he was still a bit stunned.
"With what?"
"A door"
"Ooooohh" the lads remarked (with that remarked that all guys do when one of them gets kicked in the nether regions), taking him to a bed, each thinking about that happening to them and shuddering at the thought. The Elladan and Aragorn sat either sit of the confused man, arms behind him to prop him up. Legolas perched infront incase he took a one-way nose drive to the rock block floor. The sunshine through the window emphasised the bruising now coming out around his half shut eyes, tearing from the pain. Legolas pulled Faramir into his arms, as Faramir could no longer conceal the pain.
Howling like a wolf with its foot caught in a trap, Legolas soothed, "Let it all out, Faramir. Just let it all out"
They all felt for him.
A couple of hours later, Faramir had been debriefed ("Lorien! Ah, ha ha ha" "It's really not funny!"), Liran still hadn't decided on her dress, ("No but this ones pretty . . . Oh but that ones decorated in flowers . . . But still . . .") and Elladan was now waiting for Arire in the stables. To his disappointment she did arrive and even worse was he didn't have to wait long.
Arire stood in the door way and watched Elladan's eyes dart about for some means of escape or excuse not to converse. He found none.
Her slow walk up to him, felt like torture but the elf knew it was better than having to talk. Arire leant on a beam separating town horse pens.
Elladan tried to open his mouth but Arire's quick tongue beat him to it, "Why were you fighting over me?"
"We weren't" There went any window for lying.
Arire narrowed her eyes.
"Arire" he pleaded, "I can't tell you" Shuffling his feet nervously, Arire's heart suddenly softened. Putting her arms around the shaky elf she whispered, "You know you can tell me anything" Her voice was soft, making Elladan feel a bit less like a caged animal.
As much as he wanted to, he just could, "Arire, I . . . I can't"
She was rapidly loosing temperament, grabbing his collar and slamming him against the post infront of her she barked, "I am loosing my temper here! Now Tell Me WHAT IS GOING----"
She didn't get to finish that sentence.
What sound like a herd of Olivaunts running at super speed invading them, was coming from outside.
Arire ran out with Elladan behind, coming down the mountain path was a few wagons accompanied by women and men on horses. The women were beautiful, some with long dark hair flowing behind them, some with hair of burgundy, some the colour of the sun. Their horses were strong stallions and their quick legs and lightening speed, they thundered up to Arire.
Standing infront of the house, Elrond, Arwen, the other girls and the lads, were joined by Elladan and a grinning Arire, the only one who seemed to understand what was going on. The people were fast approaching the bridge to them, Aragorn could now make out the faces of the men, worn and fierce like his. With four-horse abreast, a line of women crossed the bridge, the others spilt on the other side to create a gap. A red headed woman swung her leg over her saddle and landed swiftly on the ground. Three of them ran to the stables.
They wore shirts and skirts made from cloth neatly woven; Elrohir was looking mainly at their legs, the skirts were extremely short after all. The red headed beauty presented herself to Legolas, taking his hand she asked, "Are you the prince of Mirkwood?" she had a strange accent, remembering his fiancée next to him he pulled his hand away.
"I am"
The girl laughed and smiled, her faun coloured eyes glittered; she beckoned four other men to her.
"He is! He is!" she laughed heartily. Eowyn frowned, and she thought Elves were giddy!
The four men seized the elf, pulling him into the wagon, the others, knowing not what to make of it, looked stunned, even Elrond.
The three girls returned with horses.
Arire jumped swiftly onto hers in on fast motion, "Oh boys"
Aragorn went for a horse along with Elladan, a starry eyed Faramir and a lusty Elrohir
"Surprise!"
A/N: - My lord! I've never written an entire chapter in one go I don't think. Well action is here, but who are they? Are they the gypsies? Where are they going with Legolas and why does Elrohir fancy them so badly? (Story promoting again :) And what took Faramir so long?
See that box in the bottom left hand corner, don't hesitate to click it!
A/N: - I know it's listed as "action" aswell as romance. so I thought I'd add some here!
Going Stag- Chp 3
Skirts and Steals
"What colour do you think it should be?"
"You mean you haven't decided!"
"I could suggest something"
"G'head Faramir"
"White"
"Why? Because it's clean and classical?"
"No"
"Huh"
"Cause it goes see through when wet"
"Grr!" Liran chucked a cushion at the rugged man shaking with laugher. She pouted and whined, "It's not funny, Faramir! I really can not decide!" Liran had been picking through artist drawings of her potential wedding gowns when the man had rudely interrupted. Lying on her double bed with the pillows stacked up to lean on them, Liran, Arwen and Eowyn tried to choose the best, most flattering and downright lovely dress. So far, nothing fit the bill. Twiddling her long blond hair, Liran suggested, "Perhaps whilst Legolas is away, we should have them brought here"
Arwen thought carefully, as long as none of them returned, it would be fine.
At that moment, Faramir got up and with scruff hair, bowed. The girls laughed at his appearance, as he'd hoped, "I take my leave now my dear love" he crooned kissing Eowyn's hand. She turned her head away, blushing. Swaggering out, he added, "Good day"
He was about to sway more as Arire dashed in, smacking him in the face with the strong and hard door. Hurrying around the door, the flustered young elf saw the girls on the bed, in they're flurry of patterned pillows and delicate depictions, staring at the other side of the door. Faramir swayed on the spot a bit, Arire lunging her arms out when he tilted too much, before he fell, Arire ready to catch him.
"I'm terribly sorry, Fara--- Faramir. Oh, You took your time! We've already set the place and we're--- well you know--- Go see Aragorn!" she ordered snappily and pointing at the door, sending confused man away with stars spinning infront of his eyes.
Practically slamming the door after him (causing him to collide with the stone floor in the corridor), Arire turned to her friends, sour looks on their faces.
"But . . . I . . . Oh, Alright"
Calling over her shoulder, "SORRRRRYYYYY!"
"AH! UFH" She frightened him.
"Sorry again" she apologised a little quieter that time.
"'S OK" came his voice in a groggy tone. She could hear him heave off the floor and then stumble away again.
Facing the bed again, she now saw smile. Launching herself, from a run, on to the bed by swing off the top post of the four poster, and jumping over the back, she landed beside Arwen, next to Eowyn and facing the future Mrs Greenleaf (Poor girl, she thought). ] "So, what garment shall be fit for a princess?" she asked flatteringly with the usual twinkle in her eye. Liran didn't look quite as charming; her grey eyes roamed the room discouragingly. Pulling at her cobalt coloured dresses collar, she replied hastily, "I . . . I really haven't picked one"
Arire looked upon the point of disappear, the elf had been picking for weeks on end now, and still she could not decided.
"You'll find the perfect dress," Arire told her encouragingly, patting her arm.
"Besides" she began with a mischievous tone, "It doesn't matter what you wear, you'll still get that come-hither-stare of Legolas anyway. Infact he'd be a lot happier if you turned up wearing only a smile" Arire was next to be hit by a cushion.
Liran wheedled, "I'm serious, Air, what will I do?" Arire scratched her chin in mock deep thought.
"I've got it!" she announced with a gleaming smile.
"Yes" the others said desperately.
"No wait"
The cushions continued to fly.
"Faramir!" Exclaimed Aragorn embracing the large, and for some reason punch- drunk looking man. Examining the marks across his nose, Doctor Legolas made his diagnosis, "Arire hit you in the face didn't she?"
Faramir nodded in pain, he was still a bit stunned.
"With what?"
"A door"
"Ooooohh" the lads remarked (with that remarked that all guys do when one of them gets kicked in the nether regions), taking him to a bed, each thinking about that happening to them and shuddering at the thought. The Elladan and Aragorn sat either sit of the confused man, arms behind him to prop him up. Legolas perched infront incase he took a one-way nose drive to the rock block floor. The sunshine through the window emphasised the bruising now coming out around his half shut eyes, tearing from the pain. Legolas pulled Faramir into his arms, as Faramir could no longer conceal the pain.
Howling like a wolf with its foot caught in a trap, Legolas soothed, "Let it all out, Faramir. Just let it all out"
They all felt for him.
A couple of hours later, Faramir had been debriefed ("Lorien! Ah, ha ha ha" "It's really not funny!"), Liran still hadn't decided on her dress, ("No but this ones pretty . . . Oh but that ones decorated in flowers . . . But still . . .") and Elladan was now waiting for Arire in the stables. To his disappointment she did arrive and even worse was he didn't have to wait long.
Arire stood in the door way and watched Elladan's eyes dart about for some means of escape or excuse not to converse. He found none.
Her slow walk up to him, felt like torture but the elf knew it was better than having to talk. Arire leant on a beam separating town horse pens.
Elladan tried to open his mouth but Arire's quick tongue beat him to it, "Why were you fighting over me?"
"We weren't" There went any window for lying.
Arire narrowed her eyes.
"Arire" he pleaded, "I can't tell you" Shuffling his feet nervously, Arire's heart suddenly softened. Putting her arms around the shaky elf she whispered, "You know you can tell me anything" Her voice was soft, making Elladan feel a bit less like a caged animal.
As much as he wanted to, he just could, "Arire, I . . . I can't"
She was rapidly loosing temperament, grabbing his collar and slamming him against the post infront of her she barked, "I am loosing my temper here! Now Tell Me WHAT IS GOING----"
She didn't get to finish that sentence.
What sound like a herd of Olivaunts running at super speed invading them, was coming from outside.
Arire ran out with Elladan behind, coming down the mountain path was a few wagons accompanied by women and men on horses. The women were beautiful, some with long dark hair flowing behind them, some with hair of burgundy, some the colour of the sun. Their horses were strong stallions and their quick legs and lightening speed, they thundered up to Arire.
Standing infront of the house, Elrond, Arwen, the other girls and the lads, were joined by Elladan and a grinning Arire, the only one who seemed to understand what was going on. The people were fast approaching the bridge to them, Aragorn could now make out the faces of the men, worn and fierce like his. With four-horse abreast, a line of women crossed the bridge, the others spilt on the other side to create a gap. A red headed woman swung her leg over her saddle and landed swiftly on the ground. Three of them ran to the stables.
They wore shirts and skirts made from cloth neatly woven; Elrohir was looking mainly at their legs, the skirts were extremely short after all. The red headed beauty presented herself to Legolas, taking his hand she asked, "Are you the prince of Mirkwood?" she had a strange accent, remembering his fiancée next to him he pulled his hand away.
"I am"
The girl laughed and smiled, her faun coloured eyes glittered; she beckoned four other men to her.
"He is! He is!" she laughed heartily. Eowyn frowned, and she thought Elves were giddy!
The four men seized the elf, pulling him into the wagon, the others, knowing not what to make of it, looked stunned, even Elrond.
The three girls returned with horses.
Arire jumped swiftly onto hers in on fast motion, "Oh boys"
Aragorn went for a horse along with Elladan, a starry eyed Faramir and a lusty Elrohir
"Surprise!"
A/N: - My lord! I've never written an entire chapter in one go I don't think. Well action is here, but who are they? Are they the gypsies? Where are they going with Legolas and why does Elrohir fancy them so badly? (Story promoting again :) And what took Faramir so long?
See that box in the bottom left hand corner, don't hesitate to click it!