Chapter Five
"You know," Will panted the next afternoon as the two were sprinting along, "I hate to tell you this, but-"
The young Turner collapsed to the ground. Although Legolas had heard the sudden stop in Will's apology, and the thud that followed, it was a good ten yards before he realized his companion was not with him. Turning around to see the fallen form, he bit back a yell of frustration, and doubled back.
Will heaved himself into a sitting position, his chest heaving desperately for air. Legolas dropped down on his knees, and sighed, "I guess now is as good as a time as any for lunch."
Pausing from his gasping, Will cocked his head sideways at him, "Suzanne told me Elves didn't need food." "Did you believe everything she told you?" Legolas demanded. Will shrugged, watching the Elf dig around in his pack. He withdrew some dried meat, and a flask of water, handing both to Will.
The two ate, and when Will's breathing went back to normal, Legolas stood up, "Let us continue."
Reluctantly, Will climbed to his feet, and the two continued on their way.
.
By nightfall, Anganwen had all the pieces hammered out. Wiping her brow, she turned around to look at Boromir, "I should have it finished by tomorrow. Would you care to stay the night?"
"If I would not be a burden, all I require a flat surface." Boromir answered graciously. Anganwen shook her head, grinning, "Follow me."
As the two were heading to the small house, footsteps behind them made both whirl around. Anganwen, who was still grasping her fire tongs, wielded them viciously at the approaching young woman who had flung both arms out in a potential hug.
"Kelsey!" She screamed. Anganwen's expression changed to sheer confusion as she beheld the advancing figure. The teenager halted, looking confused. Her hands dropped pointlessly to her sides. "Kelsey? Is that you?" Anganwen shot Boromir a puzzled look, and then looked back at the teenager, "I am not this Kelsey you speak of, I can assure you."
"You look just like her." The woman persisted. Boromir drew out his sword, "Are you accusing Anganwen of lying?" The girl's eyes widened as she looked at the sword. Then she smirked, "You won't hurt me. By the way, does the same rule about lightsabers apply to swords?"
Boromir had no idea what she was implying, but he had the impression it was not what a young woman should be talking about.
"Leave now" he demanded, "or so help me, I will skewer you like a boar on a spit."
A look of digust grew on her face, "Gross. I'll just be on my way in search of Kelsey, then."
"You didn't understand me," Boromir continued, "I meant to leave this world. Go back to your own, and trouble us no more."
"Are you kidding?!" She countered, "I haven't even seen the Prince of Hotness yet. Legolas." She added, seeing both bewildered faces. Anganwen strode forward, still clutching the tongs, widened them, and placed them by both of the girl's ears.
"Do you hear that hissing?" Anganwen asked in a low voice, "The metal is still very, very hot. Now you can either leave now, or have an interesting brand to show all your friends."
Boromir watched in awe as Anganwen whispered something else to the girl. Whatever she had said must have been effective, for the girl made a gesture with both hands, and disappeared.
"You handled that impressively." Boromir noted. Snapping the tongs shut, Anganwen nodded satisfiedly, "Now I'll show you where you can sleep."
.
"Hey you sexy Elf, you."
Will jerked in his sleep. He slowly opened his eyes, and then forced himself not to jump or reveal his consciousness.
A girl had appeared by the dying fire right next to Legolas, who was looking horrified, the whites of his eyes encircling his irises.
"Go away." Legolas whimpered, drawing himself up in a tight ball. Will wondered if he had just seen the Elf's eye twitch.
The girl laughed, and Will's blood grew hot with anger. It was the women like this that had separated him from Elizabeth in the first place. Trying not to be noticed, he reached his sword (one he had forged himself), and tried to shrink into the dark.
"Where's the rest of the fellowship?" The teenaged-girl asked. A sound not unlike a squeak came from Legolas in reply.
Waiting no longer, Will leapt to his feet, flashing his sword in the firelight. The girl inhaled sharply, and then smiled widely.
"Two Orlandos in one place; how lucky am I?" She exclaimed, scrambling to her feet. "Not very." Will snapped, unsure what she had meant.
The girl pouted, "Have pity on me."
"Never." Will countered, "Leave this instant, and tell Suzanne that she's a filthy lying whelp."
"A whelp? That's cute. Sweetie, I don't know any Suzanne, but if I see her, I'll relay the message."
"You will leave now." Will ordered. The girl put both hands on her hips, "Or what? Whatcha gonna do? Threaten me?"
"No." Will replied, looking around wildly for inspiration.
And then it came.
Will seized Legolas by the arm, and hauled him to his feet. Holding his sword at Legolas's throat, he growled, "Leave now or your Elf gets it."
The girl gave a scream of horror, glaring at Will. "You disgusting freak, I hate you!"
Will jerked the sword closer, and the girl gasped, covering her mouth with both hands, "Ok, ok, ok. I'll go! Don't kill him!"
Without another word, she vanished. Will relaxed his grip, and it was Legolas's turn to collapse on the ground in a nervous heap.
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Tinania Legolinde: Legolas, Orlando, and Will. What a perfect world that would be.
Elven-Star-of-Gold: Harboring hatred is fun, unless you harbor it too long... A Mary Sue killing machine? That would come in handy while reading some fanfictions on this site, but don't get me started on my rant...
Hobbit-eyes: Wow, see, if I find something like myself in another person, I find it easier to connect to him/her, but than again, that's me.
Imithwennyere: Ooh, the plot thickens. A disguise? Shan't say nothing here...
"You know," Will panted the next afternoon as the two were sprinting along, "I hate to tell you this, but-"
The young Turner collapsed to the ground. Although Legolas had heard the sudden stop in Will's apology, and the thud that followed, it was a good ten yards before he realized his companion was not with him. Turning around to see the fallen form, he bit back a yell of frustration, and doubled back.
Will heaved himself into a sitting position, his chest heaving desperately for air. Legolas dropped down on his knees, and sighed, "I guess now is as good as a time as any for lunch."
Pausing from his gasping, Will cocked his head sideways at him, "Suzanne told me Elves didn't need food." "Did you believe everything she told you?" Legolas demanded. Will shrugged, watching the Elf dig around in his pack. He withdrew some dried meat, and a flask of water, handing both to Will.
The two ate, and when Will's breathing went back to normal, Legolas stood up, "Let us continue."
Reluctantly, Will climbed to his feet, and the two continued on their way.
.
By nightfall, Anganwen had all the pieces hammered out. Wiping her brow, she turned around to look at Boromir, "I should have it finished by tomorrow. Would you care to stay the night?"
"If I would not be a burden, all I require a flat surface." Boromir answered graciously. Anganwen shook her head, grinning, "Follow me."
As the two were heading to the small house, footsteps behind them made both whirl around. Anganwen, who was still grasping her fire tongs, wielded them viciously at the approaching young woman who had flung both arms out in a potential hug.
"Kelsey!" She screamed. Anganwen's expression changed to sheer confusion as she beheld the advancing figure. The teenager halted, looking confused. Her hands dropped pointlessly to her sides. "Kelsey? Is that you?" Anganwen shot Boromir a puzzled look, and then looked back at the teenager, "I am not this Kelsey you speak of, I can assure you."
"You look just like her." The woman persisted. Boromir drew out his sword, "Are you accusing Anganwen of lying?" The girl's eyes widened as she looked at the sword. Then she smirked, "You won't hurt me. By the way, does the same rule about lightsabers apply to swords?"
Boromir had no idea what she was implying, but he had the impression it was not what a young woman should be talking about.
"Leave now" he demanded, "or so help me, I will skewer you like a boar on a spit."
A look of digust grew on her face, "Gross. I'll just be on my way in search of Kelsey, then."
"You didn't understand me," Boromir continued, "I meant to leave this world. Go back to your own, and trouble us no more."
"Are you kidding?!" She countered, "I haven't even seen the Prince of Hotness yet. Legolas." She added, seeing both bewildered faces. Anganwen strode forward, still clutching the tongs, widened them, and placed them by both of the girl's ears.
"Do you hear that hissing?" Anganwen asked in a low voice, "The metal is still very, very hot. Now you can either leave now, or have an interesting brand to show all your friends."
Boromir watched in awe as Anganwen whispered something else to the girl. Whatever she had said must have been effective, for the girl made a gesture with both hands, and disappeared.
"You handled that impressively." Boromir noted. Snapping the tongs shut, Anganwen nodded satisfiedly, "Now I'll show you where you can sleep."
.
"Hey you sexy Elf, you."
Will jerked in his sleep. He slowly opened his eyes, and then forced himself not to jump or reveal his consciousness.
A girl had appeared by the dying fire right next to Legolas, who was looking horrified, the whites of his eyes encircling his irises.
"Go away." Legolas whimpered, drawing himself up in a tight ball. Will wondered if he had just seen the Elf's eye twitch.
The girl laughed, and Will's blood grew hot with anger. It was the women like this that had separated him from Elizabeth in the first place. Trying not to be noticed, he reached his sword (one he had forged himself), and tried to shrink into the dark.
"Where's the rest of the fellowship?" The teenaged-girl asked. A sound not unlike a squeak came from Legolas in reply.
Waiting no longer, Will leapt to his feet, flashing his sword in the firelight. The girl inhaled sharply, and then smiled widely.
"Two Orlandos in one place; how lucky am I?" She exclaimed, scrambling to her feet. "Not very." Will snapped, unsure what she had meant.
The girl pouted, "Have pity on me."
"Never." Will countered, "Leave this instant, and tell Suzanne that she's a filthy lying whelp."
"A whelp? That's cute. Sweetie, I don't know any Suzanne, but if I see her, I'll relay the message."
"You will leave now." Will ordered. The girl put both hands on her hips, "Or what? Whatcha gonna do? Threaten me?"
"No." Will replied, looking around wildly for inspiration.
And then it came.
Will seized Legolas by the arm, and hauled him to his feet. Holding his sword at Legolas's throat, he growled, "Leave now or your Elf gets it."
The girl gave a scream of horror, glaring at Will. "You disgusting freak, I hate you!"
Will jerked the sword closer, and the girl gasped, covering her mouth with both hands, "Ok, ok, ok. I'll go! Don't kill him!"
Without another word, she vanished. Will relaxed his grip, and it was Legolas's turn to collapse on the ground in a nervous heap.
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Tinania Legolinde: Legolas, Orlando, and Will. What a perfect world that would be.
Elven-Star-of-Gold: Harboring hatred is fun, unless you harbor it too long... A Mary Sue killing machine? That would come in handy while reading some fanfictions on this site, but don't get me started on my rant...
Hobbit-eyes: Wow, see, if I find something like myself in another person, I find it easier to connect to him/her, but than again, that's me.
Imithwennyere: Ooh, the plot thickens. A disguise? Shan't say nothing here...