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A? N: Okay one more chapie is here. In this chapter I created an OC called Shmacky a.k.a. (the-toasted-hobbit) who is a Pippin's brother. I don't know if Pip had any siblings so I took liberty in creating one for him.
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(Legolas POV
Second Age)
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A knock on the door, brought me up from my revirie.I looked around the room and I congratulated myself on the exceptional display in front of me.
In the middle of my room lay a small dinning table for two, decorated in the fashion of the spring leaves.
Beside it lay a two chairs, royally designed in the same color as the table was. Upon the table lay dinning utensils and beside it, on the moving cart, were located the various trays of food.
I opened the door of my room and I smiled when I saw *him* standing there beside the door frame, his face drowned with uncertainty.
"I knew you would come. Come in, Haldir." I showed him in, with the gentle tug on his sleeve, and I glanced upon him while his eyes flickered around my room.
"I didn't want to come, but I thought it would be rude to decline your offer." I looked at him with a small mischievous smile plastered on my face.
I saw that a light blue shirt he wore reflected the color of his eyes, and although they were gray, they still were the most enchanting things I had ever saw.
The guardian was the sight for a sore eyes, with his lightly colored attire and a silver hair braided in the warrior's fashion.
I was admiring the other elf and I didn't even notice that he was staring at me; the question clearly written on his handsome face.
"What?" He asked me and I pulled my eyes from his body, reprehending myself for being so transparent.
I shook my head as I tried to dislodge some wicked thoughts that whirled around my head and I replied.
"Oh, Nothing. I was just lost in my thoughts. Oh, silly me, I haven't even offered you a seat. Please sit down." I pointed at the free chair beside the dinning table and I moved myself to the cabinet, pulling a few bottles of the wine from it's side drawers.
I had stolen these from the wine cellar earlier today, and I had to hide them in a case my father found out there were some missing on the shelves.
I also labeled the *drugged* bottle of the wine with the blue label, and I poured some of it in the empty glass, stealing a glance toward the nervous Marchwarden.
I poured myself a glass of the apple juice from the pitcher and I left the cabinet, carrying two glasses and handing one to Haldir. He accepted it without the question and he started drinking almost immediately, and I knew that the drugging him tonight would be a very easy task.
He didn't even complain about the taste of the wine, and I knew it was almost the time to go to the second step of my plan.
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And slowly this evening went on. He was being quiet and so was I, indulging himself in the food in front of him and intentionally ignoring my presence.
I filled the second glass of wine and I handed it to him again, keeping the bottle with a *blue label* on the dinning table, this time.
His eyes were somewhat glassy and I knew that the drug was taking it's affect on him. I didn't eat much, but I enjoyed watching him succumb to the potent herbs.
After a while he even started speaking, although his words were becoming tangled and lost, I patiently listened and pretended that I wanted to hear it all.
He talked to me about his brother's mischievous ways, and sometimes an occasional deformed smile was showed on his face, but something about his demeanor troubled me deeply, as I realized he had some trouble with catching his breath.
I covered my suspicions, deciding that nothing was wrong with him, and I concluded that his behavior was mostly affected by those potent herbs. I placed my hand upon his very lightly, and I saw that his expression became alarmed.
I knew that I was moving all too fast, but I didn't want to stop. My eyes radiated a heated look, as I gazed upon him, and I raised myself from the chair; gracefully moving my body to his direction.
He was looking confused, flustered and suspicious at the same time, and I smiled at him, as I lowered myself upon his lap.
He was gaping at me and I found it very easy to capture his lips in the small kiss; pushing my tongue inside of the deepness of his mouth.
I kissed him like that for a while, with him not responding to any of my ministrations and I knew that I was doing something wrong.
His gaze was indifferent and his eyes were still glassy from the drug effect. I looked at his face; trying to figure out why he wasn't responding to me.
But, then he looked at me and I knew that his senses were not completely clouded by those herbs, and I prepared myself for being pushed away.
But he didn't do it. He just stared at me, his eyes piercing mine with his harsh gaze, his arms griping my hips and pulling my face closer to his.
His hunger had awoken and suddenly my lips were being devoured by his, his arms groping my body so hard, that I knew his actions would leave some bruises upon my flesh.
My bed was only a few feet away and I found myself being carried to it by this strong elf, and suddenly I was being lowered very gently upon it.
My green shirt was ripped off right after he lowered me to the bed, and I was gazing at him in wonder as he removed his own shirt.
This was not the first time I found him half naked, because that day on the Lake I had took a small peak upon his gorgeous body, but this time his form had left me bewitched.
His leggings were the last one to go and only article of clothing that was left between us were my own leggings.
He expertly untied the knots on my pants and he pulled them off with the haste, leaving me bare to his heated gaze.
He showered me with his warm kisses, and they sneaked all over my face and toward my throat, until his lips found their way to the tip of my pointed ear.
He started to lick upon it and I shivered, my bare body was clinging to his stronger form.
I knew I wanted him so much and that I had accomplished this step of my plan, without facing any resistance on the way.
He played with my ear, licking, sucking, pulling at it with his pouty lips; melting me with his every ministration.
His hand finally found the center of my desire and he touched it with his fingers, provoking a soft moan from my mouth.
His fingers became more bolder and he stroked my arousal with his calloused hand, as I raised my hips and relished every touch he elicited upon me.
I knew that something had changed in Haldir's behavior and that the drug was not the only catalyst for all of this action.
I heard his growl and I gasped as he grounded his hips against mine. His arousal had already awoken and I could feel him trembling as he moved against me.
I realized that he needed his release so bad and I reached for the oil; pulling it from under the pillow and handing it to the heated elf. He took it from my grasp and he moved himself between my legs, spreading them open with the quick motion.
I didn't dare to look upon him as he slicked his fingers with the oil, making them wet for this preparation.
And then I felt it. The tip of his finger moving in very slowly, very steadily, as my limbs were burning with the fire I felt inside.
He explored my insides just with one finger for a long time, my body becoming accustomed just to this invasion.
I knew I needed to have more inside of me, and I begged him to give me more of that delicious friction I cherished so much.
"Haldir, Please. One more..."
I said breathlessly as the small wrecks went through my sensitive limbs, making me vulnerable to the small breeze, that suddenly went through my room.
He added one more finger as I have requested, and he stared moving them in and out with the fast pace.
I could feel myself getting lost in a pleasure, and I moaned every time he stroked the sweet spot that made me crazy and gooey inside.
He didn't linger with his exploration after he added the third finger, and he pulled his digits from my hungry body.
I moved my hips and I shifted them from the bed, rolling them in the circular motion like some *well- seasoned whore*, in the need for a good rump. And the good rump was something I was indeed seeking.
Haldir's face carried a grin as he impaled me with his engorged flesh, thrusting just a little bit when he ventured in.
I couldn't believe how big *that thing* was, and I grabbed the headboard for the physical support, waiting for the other elf to start thrusting some more.
"Ai, Haldir." I coaxed him into moving by eliciting some seductive moans and he started to thrust almost immediately. He did it with the more force than I had expected he would do.
He raised my legs to the almost impossible level and I found myself face to face to my knees, as the Marchwarden explored me deeply.
"Ugh, Haldir, Oh, fuuuuc.. Ai"
I couldn't help myself as I released a loud noises, and shocking obscenities, as I hoped that the *third party* in this game had heard this act between me and my Marchwarden.
"You like it... Huh ?...Huh? Ugh, Valar!"
Marchwarden's words came in the raged breaths and with every thrust he brought me to the very verge of an ecstasy.
His hands grabbed me by my waist, as he pounded into me with the force, that was only known amongst the Men.
I never knew what I got myself into until I screamed so much that my voice had almost vanished; as my lover took all of his might upon my body.
I loved every second of our brutal act and I never knew what a good sex really was until I experienced it with Haldir.
My body was telling me I wouldn't last long, and I wanted to surrender myself to this ultimate release. I didn't even touch myself when I came and the thrusts Haldir delivered had brought me to my final release.
I screamed as the intensity of the thrusts continued and Haldir yelled when he had finally succumbed himself to his desires. He came inside of me and I had almost felt like he was filling me with his essence, from my head to the my curling toes.
He pulled himself from me, and his tired sweaty body fell beside me on the bed, his breathing coming in the hard gasps, his eyes rolling around and his face pale as the death.
I wondered what was wrong with him, but then I felt that he had drifted into the deep slumber. My heart was deeply racing with some unknown fear, because his breathing didn't stabilize.
In a few minutes I pondered what to do, but my thoughts of concern were destroyed, when I heard a light knock on the door and I saw Irlun coming in.
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"A bet is a bet and I had won, Olwe, so tell your brother to wait for me in the gardens tomorrow." I smiled at the angry elf as he looked at me with the hatred in his gaze.
Before I had my little meeting with Haldir, I called Irlun to do me a favor and bring Olwe to the doors of my rooms, so he could bear a witness to my victory.
"But, Legolas. Please have a mercy, he is only forty-eight summers old. He is only a child."
Olwe tried to beg for me to consider this and he tried save his brother's innocence. I just shook my head in a deep distaste and I collected my robe around me; patiently uttering the reply.
"I will have your brother, or I will have you and your family banished from Mirkwood. Do not think me unmerciful because I have given you by tomorrow to think about it, Olwe. And I trust you will think it through, my friend. Where will you go if I choose to banish you? Mirkwood is your home, Olwe, and I leave it to you to decide what is best for you and your family. Now if you will excuse me, I have to get back to my previous task."
I came near his face and I said those words to him, lowering a burning decision upon his shoulders. I turned myself and I left the Irlun and Olwe, standing beside my door, as I released a contented sigh from my lungs.
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(Present Time/Freaked Hobbit)
"Let me get this straight; you drugged Haldir, you had *that thing * with him and you called Olwe to witness your glowing victory."
Frodo chuckled and he pulled his blanket around his small form, his eyes becoming more lighter as the first rays of morning son washed over them.
"Yes," Legolas responded with the insecurity in his voice and Frodo broke down in the trail of giggles.
"And I had thought that only my cousin, Shmacky Took, was entirely damaged for a hobbit creature, but I guess I was wrong. You, my friend..." Frodo paused and he giggled.
"You had really beaten my weird cousin. He is crazy but he is not that crazy" Frodo chuckled again and I blushed a little, cocking my head at the hobbit's comment.
I knew that Frodo was only joking with me, when I heard his clear laughter sounding through the woods.
"Ha, Ha" My voice sounded as I pretended to be offended." I am glad to hear you laughter, my friend, even if it's on my expense. Now tell me, who is that Shmacky person you are talking about. I would sure love to meet the person who is as crazy as me."
I merrily responded to the hobbits teasing and I cherished the sound of the laughter again; wishing that my heart would be light like this forever. But I knew that this was not prone to last.
"No, you wouldn't. Shmacky is a Pippin's younger brother and you may trust me when I say, that he has been rated a number one menace throughout the entire Shire. One time, he even tried to kill himself by experimenting with the fire."
Frodo giggled and I knew that he was being reminded of the more happier times, as his face glowed, and his smile was more expressive than before.
"How?" I asked because if I knew Pippin very well, I was sure that his brother was a very interesting creature.
"All right, this is the story! This happened five years ago, I think. Or was it six, I don't remember, but Shmacky claimed that he had invented some sort of the fire-resistant suit, and he claimed that he couldn't be burned by the fire if he wore it. He told us that he could walk through a small camp fire without burning himself to ashes, so me, Merry and Pippin agreed to see it for ourselves and to find out if it was true. Unfortunately, when Shmacky stepped into the fire, his suit started to melt and in a few seconds he was running to the pond, located only a few feet away. Lucky for him that we tried to burn him beside the some element of a water, otherwise we would have a one toasted hobbit on our hands."
I was doubling over with laughter when Frodo finished the small story of Shmacky-The - Toasted-Hobbit. I never heard something so ridiculous in all of my lifetime and I had to laugh at his tale. Spending some time with a little one had made my mood lighter and I knew I could face my day fully now.
"Uhm, maybe we should get back to the camp, Legolas. It is already a morning and I think that guardians would want us to be on the move."
I nodded to him and I pulled myself from the forest floor, offering the hand to my smaller companion.
In a few minutes we were ready to go back to the camp and in my heart I knew I longed to see Haldir's face again.
I knew he would ignore me and make me invisible to his eye, but I realized that I had to try to reconcile with him. I would have to talk to him and make him realize that I had silently loved him all those years we have been parted.
TBC
A? N: Okay one more chapie is here. In this chapter I created an OC called Shmacky a.k.a. (the-toasted-hobbit) who is a Pippin's brother. I don't know if Pip had any siblings so I took liberty in creating one for him.
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(Legolas POV
Second Age)
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A knock on the door, brought me up from my revirie.I looked around the room and I congratulated myself on the exceptional display in front of me.
In the middle of my room lay a small dinning table for two, decorated in the fashion of the spring leaves.
Beside it lay a two chairs, royally designed in the same color as the table was. Upon the table lay dinning utensils and beside it, on the moving cart, were located the various trays of food.
I opened the door of my room and I smiled when I saw *him* standing there beside the door frame, his face drowned with uncertainty.
"I knew you would come. Come in, Haldir." I showed him in, with the gentle tug on his sleeve, and I glanced upon him while his eyes flickered around my room.
"I didn't want to come, but I thought it would be rude to decline your offer." I looked at him with a small mischievous smile plastered on my face.
I saw that a light blue shirt he wore reflected the color of his eyes, and although they were gray, they still were the most enchanting things I had ever saw.
The guardian was the sight for a sore eyes, with his lightly colored attire and a silver hair braided in the warrior's fashion.
I was admiring the other elf and I didn't even notice that he was staring at me; the question clearly written on his handsome face.
"What?" He asked me and I pulled my eyes from his body, reprehending myself for being so transparent.
I shook my head as I tried to dislodge some wicked thoughts that whirled around my head and I replied.
"Oh, Nothing. I was just lost in my thoughts. Oh, silly me, I haven't even offered you a seat. Please sit down." I pointed at the free chair beside the dinning table and I moved myself to the cabinet, pulling a few bottles of the wine from it's side drawers.
I had stolen these from the wine cellar earlier today, and I had to hide them in a case my father found out there were some missing on the shelves.
I also labeled the *drugged* bottle of the wine with the blue label, and I poured some of it in the empty glass, stealing a glance toward the nervous Marchwarden.
I poured myself a glass of the apple juice from the pitcher and I left the cabinet, carrying two glasses and handing one to Haldir. He accepted it without the question and he started drinking almost immediately, and I knew that the drugging him tonight would be a very easy task.
He didn't even complain about the taste of the wine, and I knew it was almost the time to go to the second step of my plan.
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And slowly this evening went on. He was being quiet and so was I, indulging himself in the food in front of him and intentionally ignoring my presence.
I filled the second glass of wine and I handed it to him again, keeping the bottle with a *blue label* on the dinning table, this time.
His eyes were somewhat glassy and I knew that the drug was taking it's affect on him. I didn't eat much, but I enjoyed watching him succumb to the potent herbs.
After a while he even started speaking, although his words were becoming tangled and lost, I patiently listened and pretended that I wanted to hear it all.
He talked to me about his brother's mischievous ways, and sometimes an occasional deformed smile was showed on his face, but something about his demeanor troubled me deeply, as I realized he had some trouble with catching his breath.
I covered my suspicions, deciding that nothing was wrong with him, and I concluded that his behavior was mostly affected by those potent herbs. I placed my hand upon his very lightly, and I saw that his expression became alarmed.
I knew that I was moving all too fast, but I didn't want to stop. My eyes radiated a heated look, as I gazed upon him, and I raised myself from the chair; gracefully moving my body to his direction.
He was looking confused, flustered and suspicious at the same time, and I smiled at him, as I lowered myself upon his lap.
He was gaping at me and I found it very easy to capture his lips in the small kiss; pushing my tongue inside of the deepness of his mouth.
I kissed him like that for a while, with him not responding to any of my ministrations and I knew that I was doing something wrong.
His gaze was indifferent and his eyes were still glassy from the drug effect. I looked at his face; trying to figure out why he wasn't responding to me.
But, then he looked at me and I knew that his senses were not completely clouded by those herbs, and I prepared myself for being pushed away.
But he didn't do it. He just stared at me, his eyes piercing mine with his harsh gaze, his arms griping my hips and pulling my face closer to his.
His hunger had awoken and suddenly my lips were being devoured by his, his arms groping my body so hard, that I knew his actions would leave some bruises upon my flesh.
My bed was only a few feet away and I found myself being carried to it by this strong elf, and suddenly I was being lowered very gently upon it.
My green shirt was ripped off right after he lowered me to the bed, and I was gazing at him in wonder as he removed his own shirt.
This was not the first time I found him half naked, because that day on the Lake I had took a small peak upon his gorgeous body, but this time his form had left me bewitched.
His leggings were the last one to go and only article of clothing that was left between us were my own leggings.
He expertly untied the knots on my pants and he pulled them off with the haste, leaving me bare to his heated gaze.
He showered me with his warm kisses, and they sneaked all over my face and toward my throat, until his lips found their way to the tip of my pointed ear.
He started to lick upon it and I shivered, my bare body was clinging to his stronger form.
I knew I wanted him so much and that I had accomplished this step of my plan, without facing any resistance on the way.
He played with my ear, licking, sucking, pulling at it with his pouty lips; melting me with his every ministration.
His hand finally found the center of my desire and he touched it with his fingers, provoking a soft moan from my mouth.
His fingers became more bolder and he stroked my arousal with his calloused hand, as I raised my hips and relished every touch he elicited upon me.
I knew that something had changed in Haldir's behavior and that the drug was not the only catalyst for all of this action.
I heard his growl and I gasped as he grounded his hips against mine. His arousal had already awoken and I could feel him trembling as he moved against me.
I realized that he needed his release so bad and I reached for the oil; pulling it from under the pillow and handing it to the heated elf. He took it from my grasp and he moved himself between my legs, spreading them open with the quick motion.
I didn't dare to look upon him as he slicked his fingers with the oil, making them wet for this preparation.
And then I felt it. The tip of his finger moving in very slowly, very steadily, as my limbs were burning with the fire I felt inside.
He explored my insides just with one finger for a long time, my body becoming accustomed just to this invasion.
I knew I needed to have more inside of me, and I begged him to give me more of that delicious friction I cherished so much.
"Haldir, Please. One more..."
I said breathlessly as the small wrecks went through my sensitive limbs, making me vulnerable to the small breeze, that suddenly went through my room.
He added one more finger as I have requested, and he stared moving them in and out with the fast pace.
I could feel myself getting lost in a pleasure, and I moaned every time he stroked the sweet spot that made me crazy and gooey inside.
He didn't linger with his exploration after he added the third finger, and he pulled his digits from my hungry body.
I moved my hips and I shifted them from the bed, rolling them in the circular motion like some *well- seasoned whore*, in the need for a good rump. And the good rump was something I was indeed seeking.
Haldir's face carried a grin as he impaled me with his engorged flesh, thrusting just a little bit when he ventured in.
I couldn't believe how big *that thing* was, and I grabbed the headboard for the physical support, waiting for the other elf to start thrusting some more.
"Ai, Haldir." I coaxed him into moving by eliciting some seductive moans and he started to thrust almost immediately. He did it with the more force than I had expected he would do.
He raised my legs to the almost impossible level and I found myself face to face to my knees, as the Marchwarden explored me deeply.
"Ugh, Haldir, Oh, fuuuuc.. Ai"
I couldn't help myself as I released a loud noises, and shocking obscenities, as I hoped that the *third party* in this game had heard this act between me and my Marchwarden.
"You like it... Huh ?...Huh? Ugh, Valar!"
Marchwarden's words came in the raged breaths and with every thrust he brought me to the very verge of an ecstasy.
His hands grabbed me by my waist, as he pounded into me with the force, that was only known amongst the Men.
I never knew what I got myself into until I screamed so much that my voice had almost vanished; as my lover took all of his might upon my body.
I loved every second of our brutal act and I never knew what a good sex really was until I experienced it with Haldir.
My body was telling me I wouldn't last long, and I wanted to surrender myself to this ultimate release. I didn't even touch myself when I came and the thrusts Haldir delivered had brought me to my final release.
I screamed as the intensity of the thrusts continued and Haldir yelled when he had finally succumbed himself to his desires. He came inside of me and I had almost felt like he was filling me with his essence, from my head to the my curling toes.
He pulled himself from me, and his tired sweaty body fell beside me on the bed, his breathing coming in the hard gasps, his eyes rolling around and his face pale as the death.
I wondered what was wrong with him, but then I felt that he had drifted into the deep slumber. My heart was deeply racing with some unknown fear, because his breathing didn't stabilize.
In a few minutes I pondered what to do, but my thoughts of concern were destroyed, when I heard a light knock on the door and I saw Irlun coming in.
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"A bet is a bet and I had won, Olwe, so tell your brother to wait for me in the gardens tomorrow." I smiled at the angry elf as he looked at me with the hatred in his gaze.
Before I had my little meeting with Haldir, I called Irlun to do me a favor and bring Olwe to the doors of my rooms, so he could bear a witness to my victory.
"But, Legolas. Please have a mercy, he is only forty-eight summers old. He is only a child."
Olwe tried to beg for me to consider this and he tried save his brother's innocence. I just shook my head in a deep distaste and I collected my robe around me; patiently uttering the reply.
"I will have your brother, or I will have you and your family banished from Mirkwood. Do not think me unmerciful because I have given you by tomorrow to think about it, Olwe. And I trust you will think it through, my friend. Where will you go if I choose to banish you? Mirkwood is your home, Olwe, and I leave it to you to decide what is best for you and your family. Now if you will excuse me, I have to get back to my previous task."
I came near his face and I said those words to him, lowering a burning decision upon his shoulders. I turned myself and I left the Irlun and Olwe, standing beside my door, as I released a contented sigh from my lungs.
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(Present Time/Freaked Hobbit)
"Let me get this straight; you drugged Haldir, you had *that thing * with him and you called Olwe to witness your glowing victory."
Frodo chuckled and he pulled his blanket around his small form, his eyes becoming more lighter as the first rays of morning son washed over them.
"Yes," Legolas responded with the insecurity in his voice and Frodo broke down in the trail of giggles.
"And I had thought that only my cousin, Shmacky Took, was entirely damaged for a hobbit creature, but I guess I was wrong. You, my friend..." Frodo paused and he giggled.
"You had really beaten my weird cousin. He is crazy but he is not that crazy" Frodo chuckled again and I blushed a little, cocking my head at the hobbit's comment.
I knew that Frodo was only joking with me, when I heard his clear laughter sounding through the woods.
"Ha, Ha" My voice sounded as I pretended to be offended." I am glad to hear you laughter, my friend, even if it's on my expense. Now tell me, who is that Shmacky person you are talking about. I would sure love to meet the person who is as crazy as me."
I merrily responded to the hobbits teasing and I cherished the sound of the laughter again; wishing that my heart would be light like this forever. But I knew that this was not prone to last.
"No, you wouldn't. Shmacky is a Pippin's younger brother and you may trust me when I say, that he has been rated a number one menace throughout the entire Shire. One time, he even tried to kill himself by experimenting with the fire."
Frodo giggled and I knew that he was being reminded of the more happier times, as his face glowed, and his smile was more expressive than before.
"How?" I asked because if I knew Pippin very well, I was sure that his brother was a very interesting creature.
"All right, this is the story! This happened five years ago, I think. Or was it six, I don't remember, but Shmacky claimed that he had invented some sort of the fire-resistant suit, and he claimed that he couldn't be burned by the fire if he wore it. He told us that he could walk through a small camp fire without burning himself to ashes, so me, Merry and Pippin agreed to see it for ourselves and to find out if it was true. Unfortunately, when Shmacky stepped into the fire, his suit started to melt and in a few seconds he was running to the pond, located only a few feet away. Lucky for him that we tried to burn him beside the some element of a water, otherwise we would have a one toasted hobbit on our hands."
I was doubling over with laughter when Frodo finished the small story of Shmacky-The - Toasted-Hobbit. I never heard something so ridiculous in all of my lifetime and I had to laugh at his tale. Spending some time with a little one had made my mood lighter and I knew I could face my day fully now.
"Uhm, maybe we should get back to the camp, Legolas. It is already a morning and I think that guardians would want us to be on the move."
I nodded to him and I pulled myself from the forest floor, offering the hand to my smaller companion.
In a few minutes we were ready to go back to the camp and in my heart I knew I longed to see Haldir's face again.
I knew he would ignore me and make me invisible to his eye, but I realized that I had to try to reconcile with him. I would have to talk to him and make him realize that I had silently loved him all those years we have been parted.
TBC