(a/n) Thanks again to Jen. Warning: This chappie and the next is guaranteed to rot your teeth. DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE PROBLEMS WITH CUTE MUSHIE GUSHIE STUFF!
Cliché ch 7- Alone with Legolas
They laughed and dashed out to the TV. Legolas was still in my room. He was sitting on my bed, looking down at me.
"What?"
"Aren't you going to go with your friends?"
"They can handle themselves. And you should go watch some of the movie with them, it's good."
He shook his head. "Only if you go. And it's not polite to do something else while you have guests over."
"First of all, they are not my guests, they are my friends. And they've been here so many times and spend so much time here that they practically live here. So that excuse doesn't work. Second of all, I didn't invite either you or Aragorn, not that I'm unhappy that you're here, but you don't count as guests either as you weren't invited. Therefore, I have no guests to entertain."
"Touché... Not only are you witty, but very quick on your feet."
Oh no... not again! How can he do this? No other person on this earth could possibly make me act this way! ARGH! Not again with those god-given eyes! Grrrr! Why!
"Are you alright? You seem a bit distracted."
"Well wouldn't you be if two random people fell out of two of the most important posters on your walls and couldn't get home?"
"Alright, you win again. But if you really want us to go home, we will be more than happy to comply as soon as there is a way." He sighed and fell back onto my bed, throwing his arms up above his head.
Why is he doing this? Why did he have to materialize? Why couldn't he simply stay as a fantasy that lives in my head? And he's doing the bloody cute disappointed look again. DAMMIT! I want him…NO! No I don't! Bad Maris! God why does he do this to me?!
"Legolas, I'm gonna need my bed back so that I can take a nap, ok?"
"Nothing's stopping you. Why refuse a nap simply because I'm here? Go right ahead. There's plenty of room." He rolled over to one side of my bed, presumably giving me room.
GOD! Why is this happening! The hottest guy I have ever seen and the elf from my dreams wants to share a bed with me! ARGH! BLOODY HELL!...Wait a second, why am I thinking this? Isn't this what I want? Why am I so negative? I'm negative because I was perfectly happy to keep this as a dream! In my head. Where no one else could see it! But nooooo! Life just can't be nice and simple! Instead I have to deal with two literary characters from Tolkien's mind and 3 of my would-be rapist friends! ARGH! Not to mention that they aren't here right now to rape him and save me! UGH! BLOODY HELL!
"What????I don't think I heard you correctly. I want to take a nap! By myself, in my bed. But, I guess I can't because somebody is in my bed and it's not me! GRRRR!"
"Remember what I said earlier about you being extremely pretty when you yell? You're proving me right again."
"Fine! As I'm obviously not able to take a nap, I guess I'm going to go update my fics! And no, you cannot follow me!"
I stormed out of my room and headed to the computer. I slammed the door, which was probably a mistake because the stupid elf now knew exactly where I had gone, pulled up Microsoft Word to continue my fics. No sooner had I started to type then Legolas showed up, again. I sighed, and continued to write, completely ignoring his presence.
"Milady?"
"Yes?"
"Why do you dislike me so much?" He asked, sadly.
I sighed. "I don't dislike you, that's the problem."
"Ah. So my being here upsets you because you don't dislike me?"
"Pretty much. Never mind. Don't worry about it. It doesn't matter. It's not important. Besides, the movie should be getting to a good part soon and I think you should go watch it."
"But, I don't understand. Why, if you don't hate me, do you want me to leave?" He asked, innocently.
"It's a long story. Let's just put it this way, childish fantasies are meant to stay as fantasies, and not enter reality, even if we really wish that they would. Am I clear?"
"Inescapably."
I nodded. "Good. Now go watch the movie, it's good. Besides, I think that you need to go save everyone from the demonic moving pictures. Not literally. Just kidding. Sorry. So…"
"Why do you keep trying to get rid of me?" He pressed.
"I'm not trying to get rid of you. Now be a good elf and go watch the movie. Besides, the character Will Turner looks like you." I groaned.
"Why do you get uncomfortable when people like you or want to be close to you?"
"I'm not!" I gave an exasperated sigh. "Please go away, you're scaring my plot bunnies."
"What're plot bunnies?"
"Well," I twisted in my seat to look at him and explain. "They are my inspiration. They give me ideas for my stories."
"Do they get scared and run away if people get close to them too?"
"Point taken. Alright, you can stay, I guess." I shook my head to get a bit of flying hair away from my face.
I looked back down at the keyboard and the stupid piece of hair fluttered back into my face. I shook my head to move it but it didn't seem to want to move. Within a few seconds, I felt a soft hand brushing my face, pushing the hair back into place. "Thanks," I whispered.
He smiled, and he seemed only inches away from me. "You know, you're not only pretty when you're angry."
I smiled, "Thanks. And you're not so bad either. If I had to have someone fall through my wall, I'm glad it was you."
"See, you can open up, its not so bad."
"Yeah well, no one will ever know about this, ok? I try very hard to ensure that everyone sees me as happy and reserved."
"Well, as long as no one is going to know anyway…" He leaned in, closing the distance between our lips in a mind-blowing kiss.