Chapter Nine: Unwashed and Somewhat Slightly Dazed
Or: I wish I had johnny depp's hair…
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Éowyn clutched the metal handle bar that ran the length of Sarah's lift. Her terrified reflection surrounded her, as some gifted interior designer had decided to mirror not only the walls, but the ceiling and floor as well. (Sarah called it the perv's lift, due to the extreme hazard skirts caused when riding it.)
Sarah patted Éowyn's shoulder and tried in vain to be reassuring "Erm.. it's just a lift Éowyn…Really, we're quite safe…"
Éowyn's pale face turned, her blue eyes stretched wide with fear, "It's moving so fast! We will surely be smashed to pieces when we reach the ground!"
"No it won't! Lift's have been around for centuries.. they never do that anymore."
Éowyn who had screwed her eyes shut, suddenly opened them and glared at her, "anymore?!?!!?.. WHAT DO YOU MEAN!? THEY USED TO?!?!"
Sarah backed away from her friend's now very pale and rather angry face cringing, "noo.."
Luckily she was saved facing Éowyn's wrath by a loud chime as the door silently slid open.
Sarah smiled, "See! All safe now.. " She took Éowyn by the hand, and was able to extract her from the lift, leading her out into the glittering foyer beyond.
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Éowyn took a deep breath and took in her surroundings. She was in a huge hall, more beautiful than any she'd ever seen, perhaps finer than even the great hall of the palace in Gondor (definitely cleaner..). The ceiling was waaaaay above her head, supported by huge gilt columns similar to those in Sarah's rooms. There was fine furniture, mostly couches, chairs and tables doting the room and rows upon rows of what she assumed to be lifts, although they were across the room, not near the one she'd been in. There were also what appeared to be carefully trimmed trees. They sat in big urns set into alcoves along the walls, between the columns.
Éowyn noted all this in a split second then her attention fell to the paint on the walls and ceiling. At first she'd assumed it was black paint, but she realised now it was in fact a moving painting of the night sky.
"Sarah! The walls.. the ceiling! The paint moves!"
Her friend looked around a little puzzled, "oh that's just a screen.. you know.. like a TV?…" she paused, wondering how best to explain the concept of TV screens to Éowyn, "of course you don't… Erm, don't worry Éowyn, it's not anything special, just erm… I'll explain later.."
Éowyn moved away from Sarah and stood slowly spinning and staring up at the stars shining on the ceiling high above. "It's beautiful…."
Sarah smiled, Éowyn was just so…innocent and nice..
She didn't have long to contemplate that thought however, as she heard a quiet cough behind her. She turned suspiciously. Sure enough, a young man stood nervously before her, a sweat breaking out on his forehead. Behind him stood another man, holding a little shiny object that was most probably a camera.
"Erm, Lady Sarah?.. might I have a picture with you?"
He looked up at her pleadingly and Sarah sighed, she'd almost forgotten how annoying being her could be. Pasting her 'public' smile on her pretty face she leant next to the man "Certainly."
His friend with the camera looked at her awed for a moment, unmoving. Sarah waited patiently as the man next to her put an arm around her shoulders rather inappropriately, and pulled her very close to his adolescent pimples.
Sarah cringed inwardly and forced herself to behave, and ignore the urge to forcefully removed the man's arm from her and perhaps turn him into a toad.
Eventually his friend remembered the camera he held and took a photo.
Sarah smiled politely and disentangled herself from the man's clutches, "Excuse me, my friend and I were just leaving.." She turned and pulled Éowyn's hand into her own. She noticed that she and Éowyn now held everyone in the foyer's attention, some were pointing at her other whispering to each other.
The Rohirrim woman pouted, "oh., are we going?"
Sarah rolled her eyes, "Yes. Look around, we are causing a scene. It will get ugly if we don't leave now."
She steered her friend to the girl at the reception desk, "call my driver please."
The brunette reception girl smiled cheerily and nodded, "Certainly my lady! Charles will have the car around the front in just a moment!"
Sarah raised an eyebrow at her bizarre friendliness, it was unnerving.."erm..Thankyou..Miss.."
Éowyn pulled her arm like a child, "Can't we stay but a little while?"
"No."
"But I just want to look around a little more.."
Sarah ignored her and began towards the great doors across the hall, her heels clicking loudly in the sudden silence. Despite the foyer being quite full, hardly anyone spoke.
"Sarah? Can we come back then?"
"Éowyn, the stars in Middle Earth are twice as bright! The night sky here is grey not black, there is too much pollution and light for the stars to shine like they should. And besides! I will take you places much more exciting than standing in a stuffy hotel staring at a ceiling."
Suddenly Sarah heard her name ring out echoing in the empty silence. That in itself did not surprise her, after all, she was sure everyone in the hotel knew her name, but she'd recognise that accent and pompous tone anywhere. She turned, dragging Éowyn with her, to see her father walking sedately across the marble floor towards them.
All attention in the foyer immediately fell to the handsome figure. He was after all, something of a legend. Everyone in the hotel might know who Sarah was, but Everyone knew who Lord Maxime de Málnoir was.
He stopped right in front of her.
"Sarah, I need to speak with you."
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Maxime stared at his beautiful daughter. She glared openly at him as she had not since she was a child.
She'd always been horribly behaved but now her manner seemed more confidant, stronger perhaps.
"There's nothing I need to speak to you of father."
Maxime noted that the regal blonde girl, Éowyn, was also staring daggers at him.
"Well I need to speak to you, daughter."
Sarah rolled her eyes, "can't you see I'm going out!? It can wait till tomorrow!"
Maxime's jaw clenched, "No Sarah. You will come upstairs and speak with me NOW!"
The last word was ripped from his throat with such strength that a woman somewhere in the foyer screamed in fright.
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Sarah stared at him in shock. Then, she laughed.
She spoke clearly and slowly as if to a slow child, "No. I'm going out. And you know what? I'm not sure I'll bother coming back! You're such a fucking bastard, I can't stand to even look at you!" her mind silently adding, 'especially when you look so much like Legolas.'
Immediately her brain flickered to the handsome elf. She smiled softly to herself. Thoughts and images slipped through her mind like the recap of a TV series…Eventually Éowyn poked her gently in the side to bring her back to earth.
Her father glared at her in open disgust and un-comprehendible anger.
Suddenly Sarah was scared, it occurred to her, for not the first time that evening, that her father could easily kill herself and Éowyn, in an instant.
"Very well Sarah, we will speak here, now. Tell me, darling daughter, how did you come to know how bright the stars of Middle Earth are? Is that something you picked up in Scandinavia?" His cold eyes flicked from Sarah to Éowyn, "Or is that you didn't really go to Scandinavia? I wonder then, where you really met Lady Éowyn .." He paused, his gaze returning to Sarah, "And where you met this Legolas you are so fond of?"
She screwed up her last shred of courage (which let's face it, was not a lot) and stared back at him with a blank bored expression, "ohh so that's what this is all about. You're angry over some guy from Sweden or wherever! Don't go all crazy angry on me over something as stupid as that! I'm sorry to disappoint you father, but I didn't do anything particularly rebellious that will shame you tomorrow in the tabloids… so you don't have an excuse to YELL AT ME IN PUBLIC!"
Her father flinched slightly at her sudden volume change, then his face stiffened into a mask of anger.
She felt rage radiating of him in waves. Éowyn shuddered.
For the first time in a while, Sarah gave into her cowardly schoolgirl side and did the only thing she could think of. She grabbed Éowyn and they ran like five yr olds from a spanking.
'Please let the car be ready!'
She refused to turn around and look as she and Éowyn flew outside into the frigid night air and down the carpeted steps. She did not even register the flashes of cameras as the ever-present paparatzzi snapped away at the supposedly missing girl and her mysterious friend.
When the door to her limo was pulled open before her she nearly cried out in relief.
She shoved Éowyn inside unceremoniously and leapt in after her, slamming the door shut. Charles her driver turned, "Where too lady Sarah?"
She just shrugged and sighed in relief.
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Maxime stared at his daughter. Her reaction to his confrontation regarding Middle Earth had left him doubting she even knew what he was talking about. There was plenty of evidence, that was sure enough, but she had never been a good liar and as far as Maxime could tell, she was telling him the truth regarding Legolas and Éowyn. Perhaps she really had just ended up in Scandinavia and met some boy who happened to look so much like Legolas… After all blue eyes and blonde hair was hardly a rare combination. And he hadn't seen the boy in over a thousand years, perhaps his memory failed him.
But still, he would have to find out for sure where his daughter had been.
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Sarah looked out the window, her father stood on the top step to the hotel, hands clasped behind his back, glaring silently at her. Very handsome he looked standing there, but Sarah had never been more afraid of anyone. Those cold eyes seemed to burn a hole in her.
It was almost as if he could see through the black glass of the limousine.
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Legolas was busy, but his mind and body were in three different places. His body was swiftly and perfectly hacking orcs into pieces with his swords, while he kept up a humorous tally with Gimli, but his mind was dwelling on rather unrelated things. Namely, Sarah. He'd been unable to put her out his mind since the riders had left Rohan. At first it had been only when he closed his eyes. Every time he blinked he'd see those beautiful eyes. Brightest violet rimmed with silver.
Now they were all he could see. Even as he aimed a sword at a particularly ugly Uruk-hai's thick neck, he could think only of her.
He'd never had this problem before, he was usually very good at switching himself of for battle. It would not do to be distracted by a girl and get himself killed.
He was momentarily shook from his revelry by the thick accent of Gimli, "I've 26 master elf!"
Legolas shook his head softly as he extracted his blade from the skull of on orc, the dwarf was only three behind him. He really must be distracted, "Well done master-dwarf, I fear you catch me up! I've 29."
Gimli laughed maliciously wiggling his bushy eyebrows almost…obscenely, "Fear not laddy everyone must meet a warrior superior to themselves eventually. Pay attention and p'raps you'll pick up a thing or two."
Legolas shot him a withering look, "You would undoubtedly be very familiar with that feeling, meeting one more skilled then yourself."
The dwarf grunted, "Ha! We shall see!"
Legolas did not hang around to hear more, instead leaping down the stone wall into the men fighting in the court yard below. Trying very hard to think only of battle, to concentrate on the stroke of his swords against black orc flesh rather then remembering the exact texture of Sarah's soft lips.
Three orcs died, then Legolas heard it. Sarah's voice. He couldn't hear what she was saying, but the soft sound of her voice wrapped around his brain.
. She was angry… but not at him… her words grew more forceful, but Legolas, still fending off Orcs and Uruk-hai did not let himself listen. Her voice died down to a soft murmur in the very back of his consciousness.
He continued that way for a minute or too, then suddenly her voice grew loud again. She was most defiantly not angry this time. He could tell she was scared, not angry.. and that oddly enough she was thinking of him. Then it became clear, he could sense her emotions, and he was hearing her thoughts from hundreds of leagues away. Legolas's bright blue eyes widened with shock and he gasped as if hit.
He had formed part of an elven bond with Sarah.
He was amazed, he hadn't even lain with her, and he'd scarcely known her a week, but apparently they had bonded. And now she was calling out to him.
He'd had many lovers over his long life but this was entirely new to him. Never before had any sort of bond formed between himself and a she-elf.
He was so shocked that he let his guard down for a second. He froze, not even seeing the crude metal weapon hurtling towards him.
The outside world ceased to exist. He weakened and let his focus slip to Sarah. Emotions welled up inside him at the thought of her; he wanted so badly to be near her that he felt his heart would burst.
The Uruk-hai's face curled in a twisted smile of victory as his blunt blade swung right into the elf's chest.
The twisted smile slipped however, as he met nothing but air.
Legolas was gone.
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Sarah was on her way to her favourite club with Éowyn, day dreaming again about Legolas, when two very odd things happened. Firstly Éowyn gave a scream like Sarah had never heard and promptly fainted. Secondly, a pair of rather shocked blue eyes stared into her startled face as blonde-haired elf suddenly appeared in the middle of the floor, his face level with her own and not more than a few inches away.
Sarah instantly felt her heart skip a beat, "Legolas!"
For a moment Sarah was sure she had fallen asleep and that she was in the midst of a quite enjoyable dream. Then she registered Legolas' appearance. He was covered in thick black orc blood, his fine clothes and armor flecked with mud, and in his hands he held two long knives slick with fresh blood. It was odd to see someone so fine and beautiful holding such weapons. Sarah thought he looked rather like an archangel would. Except without all the shining armor… All in all he would have looked quite disturbing, were it not for the open unguarded look of joy on his face.
He leant forward and surprised her with a brief kiss, his teeth grazing her bottom lip as he pulled away. He smiled at her then looked around. His eyes widened. "Sarah?! How… what happened?!.. where am I?!"
The fairy flicked a dainty hand dismissively, "who cares!" Legolas was about to reply, after all, it was quite unusual to simply vanish and reappear randomly, but Sarah had thrown her arms around him and sunk to the floor with him, her head tucked in his neck. He smelt of sweat and blood, but Sarah was still felt an intense feeling of relief at being near him again.
Instantly Legolas forgot about his important questions and dropped his knives carelessly to the floor, his arms wrapping tightly around the slight girl.
He sighed in contentment as the sweet scent of flowers drifted up from her hair. He felt at ease for the first time since leaving Edoras, forgetting about everything else in the world for a moment except her. She was warm and soft against him, seeming to fit perfectly. She was wearing next to nothing, just a silver silken shirt and tight pants with tall boots fastened with buckles. Every curve of her slight form was evident, and Legolas' hands slipped to the swell of her hips. She sighed and pulled back from him, smiling brightly. "I was just thinking about you!"
Legolas smirked, "yes, I know. I heard."
Sarah's eyes widened, "really… you were reading my mind?! That's considered most rude in this world you know!…" Her full lips slipped into a slight smile, "… what exactly was I thinking about?"
The elf's smirk widened, "why, Sarah, this of course…." He leant forward, bridging the gap between them, and caught her lips in a gentle kiss.
When he pulled away she smiled at him, "well, you're half right, but what I was actually thinking about goes more along the lines of this…." She kissed him back, but with far more passion and urgency, her arms tightening around him and her teeth grazing his lip.
Legolas groaned and returned her attentions with equal enthusiasm, his tongue teasing and playing with hers. Sarah was struck again by what a good kisser he was. All he had to do was kiss her and she felt desire and lust begin to rise within her. He buried a hand in her braided her, pulling her closer still, his kisses becoming more aggressive. Sarah groaned into his mouth as he toyed with the tip of one of her ears, her blood beginning to pound almost painfully along her veins. When he unexpectedly moved his attentions to her other ear Sarah gasped and pulled out of his kiss. Needing to space herself from him least she get carried away. She was, after all, in the back of a limo and Éowyn would wake any moment.
However, by pulling away from Legolas she unwittingly exposed her neck to his heated gaze. Immediately his lips descended on the soft flesh, his teeth finding her skin in a harsh kiss. Sarah's hands twisted in his hair as he continued his attack on her, rendering her incapable of coherent thought.
Feebly she attempted to pull herself out her almost drunken haze of desire, weakly murmuring his name. But his only response was to slip a hand under her top against the heated flesh of her waist. Lazily he drew circles on her skin as his hand slid up along her ribcage. Without hesitating he cupped her breast in his hand, delighting in the way her eyes flew open in shock and the way she gasped as his thumb traced her nipple. Her head fell back against the edge of her seat as his hand caressed her breast, feeling the rosy bud harden under his ministrations.
Sarah's breathing had become ragged and Legolas was quite sure he could have simply taken her then and there, but no matter how much he desired her, he knew such a thing would be wrong. Especially since it would most probably complete their bond. If that happened Sarah would be stuck with him forever. He couldn't bring himself to knowingly take advantage of her like that. So instead he pulled his lips from her throat and looked into those bright violet eyes of hers as his hand slid down to her hip.
Her eyes were wide and glassy and her breath was coming in little hurried gasps.
She met his gaze definitely, "That's.. most… inappropriate!.. and not …fair!"
Legolas smiled, leaning his forehead against hers so his lips brushed teasingly against hers as he talked, " Quel n'est pas juste mon amour ?"
*"What is not fair my love?"*
In response Sarah tilted her lips up to met his in a lingering kiss while she focused on a particularly effective lust charm she'd picked up from one of the more 'knowledgeable' (aka; slutty) girls at her school. When it was ready she pulled out of his kiss and pressed her lips onto the skin below his earlobe " Ne taquinez pas moi Legolas."
*"Do not tease me Legolas"*
She paused then released the charm in her breath, blowing it gently on to his skin. The result was instant.
Legolas stiffened against her, a low groan escaping his lips.
Sarah pulled back to admire her handy work. Legolas's eyes were black with lust and his grip on her hip almost painfully tight. She shifted her legs from the tangled mess she sat in with Legolas, allowing him to pull her flush against him. She gasped as his arousal rubbed intimately against her, instantly re-igniting the hot fire in her veins. Her arms wrapped around him, crushing her to his chest as he ground his hips against hers. Sarah, her control finally slipping, pushed Legolas back, his head narrowly missing the front seat so he lay on the carpeted floor with her straddling him. Her hands clenched in his mail shirt as her lips sought his out in a violent kiss.
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Éowyn was woken by a particularly loud groan. She groggily glanced over to where Sarah was sitting, wondering vaguely why she had fainted. Sarah's seat was empty, but her eyes swiftly found her.
Her eyes widened with shock. There, not two feet from were she sat, Sarah and Prince Legolas were kissing passionately, their bodies entwined on the floor.
The woman was too shocked to say anything straight away, having never really witnessed anything similar before (save an embarrassing incident in the stables). Sarah was straddling the elven prince, her hands against his chest as they kissed, while his hands rested on her backside, pulling her hips closer to his own.
Poor Éowyn was so shocked and confused, she probably wouldn't have thought to let them know of her waking for some time. So it was good that Charles, the driver, who had been listening with increasing curiosity to the noises coming from the back for some time, chose then to speak.
"Lady Sarah?"
The fae in question instantly froze. Sitting up a little, she replied in a somewhat breathless innocent voice "Erm.. Yes Charles?"
"I just thought you might like to know we're just a few minutes away from the club."
Sarah's eyes widened and she turned to Éowyn, hoping the poor girl hadn't been traumatized by her little make out session with Legolas, "Thank you Charles."
Sarah sat back, dragging a rather disgruntled, disappointed and uncomfortable looking elf with her, and returned to her seat.
No one spoke for a moment.
Finally Éowyn broke the silence, "you know that was quite a shock I got when I woke up… I was reminded of the time that I visited my stables late one night, and found one of the servant girls and the stable boy hiding in my horse's stall."
Sarah chuckled, blushing slightly. "yes.. well.. sorry about that.."
Éowyn nodded, trying to seem composed and un-affected. "Don't worry about it. But tell me, how did Legolas end up here?"
Sarah frowned and looked over the elf who suddenly seemed to be very engrossed with the window. "I'm not sure.."
Legolas turned back to face her. He was loathe to tell her about their bond, as he had a feeling she had no idea such things existed, and besides, he didn't want to scare her away. " I'll explain how I ended up here to you later Sarah. But for now, could you tell me where I am?"
Sarah smiled, "But of course! We're in London and about to go to a club!" She paused taking in the elf's clothes, "erm.. I think I'll have to change your clothes I'm afraid."
The elf looked down over his clothes and frowned slightly, "yes. I am rather dirty…." He glanced over at Sarah, "I'm afraid you'll probably have to change as well Sarah, I fear I've covered you in mud and orc blood."
Sure enough, Sarah's top was smeared with the foul smelling stuff. She poked her tongue out at her clothes and they cleaned themselves.
Satisfied, the fairy sat back and turned to Éowyn, "what do you think would suit Legolas? You've seen the kind of clothes men here wear.."
The woman rolled her eyes, "hardly.. I've only been here one night… Just don't dress him like your father. " The woman shuddered.
Sarah nodded, "good point. What wouldn't my father wear?.. hmm…"
After a minute's contemplation, she leant beside her and took a handful of Legolas's mail and tunic into her hand. She frowned at it and it turned into a black buttoned shirt with a loud pop. Legolas's eyes widened. Sarah then pinched the cloth of his leggings and with another pop they became a pair of faded black jeans. His boots she turned into a pair of sneakers and his leather cuffs she decided to leave.
Sarah sat back a little and admired him in normal clothes. "You look hot."
Legolas quirked an eyebrow, "Hot?"
"Very good looking."
The elf blushed, "thank you.."
Sarah smiled then added, "But the hair.. it doesn't quite match…" Her eyes suddenly brightened, "I know!!" she buried her hands in the silky strands and suddenly Legolas found he had many more braids, beads, ribbons and Elbereth knew what else braided into his hair.
(AN: think Johnny Depp people!! *drool*)
The limo stopped. The door opened and Sarah nudged Legolas to get out.
Legolas pulled himself from the bizarre carriage and was momentarily blinded as bright lights appeared all around him. Then Sarah had taken his arm, with Éowyn on her other, and led then up some stairs past flashing cameras and into the club.
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Sarah's bedroom,
Hotel Málnoir, London,
12:07pm, March 2500.
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Legolas licked his dry lips. His mouth felt as parched as a desert. He swallowed painfully.
Water.
What he wouldn't do for some water.
His head pounded in agreement, however his stomach lurched at the thought of movement.
He groaned and opened one eye before quickly shutting it. The room was obscenely bright.
Ignoring his headache and thirst, he tried in vain to recall where he was and how he'd ended up there.
His mind drew a complete blank apart from Helm's deep, so he assumed he's been injured and was in a hospital or something.
The bed he lay in was very soft and warm, and smelt nice. But he was still dressed and his clothes felt odd… and his pillow felt like it was filled with pebbles. Gingerly he raised a hand over himself and was disturbed to feel his hair braided with beads and other little objects. He had no idea when that had happened. 'Perhaps they are healing charms …"
Bracing himself he opened his eyes again. After blinking rapidly he eventually regained the ability to see.
His surroundings where completely alien to him. He was in a huge bedchamber of some sort. The wall facing him appeared to be a single huge single window. A window through which the sun was currently beating. He was astonished, a piece of glass that big would be worth a small fortune!
He licked his lips again. Noticing what lay beyond the glass.
What he could see out of the window was wrong. He could see a fantastic city of some sort. Tall dark buildings went on for as far as he could see, which being elvish, was quite some way.
Then he heard a soft groan.
He slowly turned to face the other side of the bed.
He could see a mass of darkest red hair and a smooth bare leg. Instantly he recognised Sarah. It appeared she had at least managed to remove some of her clothes before passing out.
Suddenly the night before came back to him. Or at least certain parts of it did. He remembered a dark place full of young people drinking and dancing. He remembered Sarah encouraging Éowyn to dance with a few of the better looking ones… he remembered dancing and kissing Sarah a lot … girls trying to grab him, Sarah turning one of them into a rabbit…Smoking some strong sort of pipe-weed that made him dizzy…drinking bizarre drinks that required he lick salt off other people's bodies… He groaned aloud in embarrassment at that last thought… but the last thing he remembered was .. well.. he wasn't sure.
The fairy-girl beside him rolled over, raising a hand to block out the harsh rays of the sun.
"Oh god… I'm never drinking again…"
Legolas smiled weakly, "what were we drinking? I have not felt like this since I stole some of my father's oldest wine when I was 23…"
Sarah yawned and burrowed her face into his arm, her voice weak and muffled, "23? I'm only 19… that's pretty old for your first hang-over Legolas.. I wouldn't admit that in public if I were you…"
"Not first Sarah, only hang-over."
Sarah groaned, "damn you."
She lay motionless for a few minutes, focusing on not being sick, before leaning over to the low table near her side of the bed and retrieving a small bottle.
She opened it and removed a tiny white pill, which she quickly swallowed. She sighed with relief and slunk back into the pillows, her hair forming a dark halo around her face.
"Here Legolas, take one of these. They send you to sleep for half an hour and when you wake up you feel juussttt fine."
Legolas inspected the little bottle, sniffed his pill, and then swallowed it. It stuck a bit in his throat, but he instantly felt better, and very tired.
Sighing he wriggled out of his uncomfortable shirt and let Sarah sleepily wrap her arms around him.
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Maxime had waited patiently for his daughter to come and see him. After all, she'd come home, so she must have intended to apologise to him.
If she would beg his forgiveness he would probably let the matter drop and send her back to her school. Where she was someone else's problem. He was even willing to overlook the current headline in The Sun. It involved an interview with Sarah's driver and claims of a threesome in the back of his limousine. Charles had been fired of course.
When noon passed and she had not yet shown herself, he's made his way into her rooms.
About twenty youths were in her lounge, all in varying stages of unconsciousness. He recognised most of them. Some were wealthy noble's children, others were nouveau-riche actors and musicians.
So, Sarah had decided to have a party. Usually he wouldn't have cared less, she'd had dozens of parties that year already, but he was already angry so this was just something else that annoyed him. His anger rising, Maxime had made his way towards his daughter's bedchambers. He noted that her lovely young friend Éowyn was sleeping in the guest room, fully dressed, with some half-fae nobleman's son.
Sarah's room was, as usual, locked, but Maxime easily charmed it open and strode inside.
What ever he had expected, an orgy, a suicide attempt, perhaps a lesbian fling, it had not been what he found.
Pieces of discarded clothing surrounded the bed and on the ground directly in front of him a bottle of tequila lay, its contents glistening in a puddle on the smooth marble. The air smelt slightly of cigarette smoke, despite the air-cleansing system and the room was filled with noon sunshine. The sunlight reflecting brightly on a head of golden hair in his daughter's bed.
He turned, already knowing what he would see, but still daring to hope he was mistaken.
His daughter Sarah was asleep, wrapped in the strong archer's arms of Prince Legolas, only child of Queen Armîr Lóthanril of Mirkwood.
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AN: * ba baaa baammm*
There we go.. Sarah and Legolas…
(wipes away a single tear for poor Éomer)
I'M SORRY! BUT MORE PEOPLE WANTED HIM!!
Poor poor widdle Éomer…
How about I write in Lothiriel for him? I don't want him to be lonely old man…
Hmm…
Hitchcock and SkysTheLimit:- yes.. plot is getting a tad twisted ey? But fear not! I will attempt
to remember all the weird things I've written and pull them together …somehow..
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ps: new chapter next weekend..
pps. more bunny!