The Starlord and the Warlady
Disclaimer: Shadowsong no own LOTR or Aida. You no sue Shadowsong. Shadowsong own Leahnlah, Lissie Cairdal, and Stella. You ask and Shadowsong no sue you. You have question?
Author's Notes: To explain the disclaimer: This is a Haldir/Original fic. The original character is Leahnlah. She is Aragorn's twin sister. She falls in love with Haldir, of all people. Lissie and Stella will show up later.
Chapter 5: The Price of a Kiss
I realized, the moment after I named the forfeit, it was probably a very, very stupid thing to do. Haldir looked torn between shock and fury, as if he couldn't decide which would be the appropriate emotion. I was banking on fury, since I had already gone out of my way to irritate him. Normally, I don't go out of my way to irritate people. I didn't even when I was a kid. But Haldir had interrupted something very sacred to me. I had just wanted him to GO AWAY. He hadn't seemed to want to, so I had set out to *make* him want to.
"What?" he whispered. So I was wrong. He decided shock was appropriate.
"Wasn't I clear, Haldir?" I asked sweetly. "I named the forfeit. Now you have to give it, or I tell the whole city that you didn't."
"You do not play by any rules I know," he muttered sullenly.
"Sulking, are we? I thought we'd *learned* I play dirty by now."
"You are the single most irritating person I have ever had the misfortune of meeting."
"Thank you, thank you very much."
He blinked at me. "That wasn't a complement."
"Wasn't it? You just told me I was irritating. That was what I set out to be. So are you going to pay the forfeit or not?"
Despite the fact that I had never gone out of my way to irritate someone, I was enjoying this very much. Perhaps a bit *too* much.
"Very well." He wasn't being confrontational for once. Instead, he actually looked nervous. He walked over to me.
"You've never done this before, have you." A statement, not a question. Actually, I hadn't *either,* but I wasn't about to tell *him* that.
"No," he whispered. It was amazing how *close* two people could get.I pushed thoughts about how nice his hair was firmly out of my head. "Have you?"
"No," I answered, also whispering. Wait a minute.I thought I *wasn't* going to tell him that.it was amazing how perfect his face was.I wondered how, through the hour I was his prisoner and the half-hour we'd been here, I had managed to not notice that.
He was just staring down at me. He cautiously reached up and brushed a stray strand of hair out of my face. "I have never seen hair with such.personality," he murmured, as if to himself.
"Yeah, personality," I said wryly. "I would *dearly* love to see *you* try to take care of it.I wish I had hair like yours."
"My hair is boring," he answered, smiling slightly. It was the first time I had ever seen him smile. I decided he looked better like that. Much less intimidating, for certain.
"At least it doesn't take you an hour to get it out of the way."
"No, it doesn't." I could have *sworn* he had chuckled.it was amazing how many shades of blue a pair of eyes could be.I gave myself a mental shake. I am *NOT* attracted to him! I screamed at myself. GET A GRIP!
"Weren't we supposed to be taking care of your forfeit? Or are you trying to get out of it?" I asked scathingly, deliberately spoiling the moment.
He shook himself. Literally. I could feel his hands shaking on my shoulders. "Right," he said. He leaned down. To make it easier on him, I got up on my toes. I closed my eyes. I felt a very slight pressure on my lips. The hands were gone. When I opened my eyes, he was gone.
I stood there for several minutes, staring after him. I shakily touched my lips with my fingers. Maybe Haldir *wasn't* so bad, after all.
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A/N: How's *that* for a sweet scene? Come on, everyone, one, two, three.AWWWWWWWWW!!!
Disclaimer: Shadowsong no own LOTR or Aida. You no sue Shadowsong. Shadowsong own Leahnlah, Lissie Cairdal, and Stella. You ask and Shadowsong no sue you. You have question?
Author's Notes: To explain the disclaimer: This is a Haldir/Original fic. The original character is Leahnlah. She is Aragorn's twin sister. She falls in love with Haldir, of all people. Lissie and Stella will show up later.
Chapter 5: The Price of a Kiss
I realized, the moment after I named the forfeit, it was probably a very, very stupid thing to do. Haldir looked torn between shock and fury, as if he couldn't decide which would be the appropriate emotion. I was banking on fury, since I had already gone out of my way to irritate him. Normally, I don't go out of my way to irritate people. I didn't even when I was a kid. But Haldir had interrupted something very sacred to me. I had just wanted him to GO AWAY. He hadn't seemed to want to, so I had set out to *make* him want to.
"What?" he whispered. So I was wrong. He decided shock was appropriate.
"Wasn't I clear, Haldir?" I asked sweetly. "I named the forfeit. Now you have to give it, or I tell the whole city that you didn't."
"You do not play by any rules I know," he muttered sullenly.
"Sulking, are we? I thought we'd *learned* I play dirty by now."
"You are the single most irritating person I have ever had the misfortune of meeting."
"Thank you, thank you very much."
He blinked at me. "That wasn't a complement."
"Wasn't it? You just told me I was irritating. That was what I set out to be. So are you going to pay the forfeit or not?"
Despite the fact that I had never gone out of my way to irritate someone, I was enjoying this very much. Perhaps a bit *too* much.
"Very well." He wasn't being confrontational for once. Instead, he actually looked nervous. He walked over to me.
"You've never done this before, have you." A statement, not a question. Actually, I hadn't *either,* but I wasn't about to tell *him* that.
"No," he whispered. It was amazing how *close* two people could get.I pushed thoughts about how nice his hair was firmly out of my head. "Have you?"
"No," I answered, also whispering. Wait a minute.I thought I *wasn't* going to tell him that.it was amazing how perfect his face was.I wondered how, through the hour I was his prisoner and the half-hour we'd been here, I had managed to not notice that.
He was just staring down at me. He cautiously reached up and brushed a stray strand of hair out of my face. "I have never seen hair with such.personality," he murmured, as if to himself.
"Yeah, personality," I said wryly. "I would *dearly* love to see *you* try to take care of it.I wish I had hair like yours."
"My hair is boring," he answered, smiling slightly. It was the first time I had ever seen him smile. I decided he looked better like that. Much less intimidating, for certain.
"At least it doesn't take you an hour to get it out of the way."
"No, it doesn't." I could have *sworn* he had chuckled.it was amazing how many shades of blue a pair of eyes could be.I gave myself a mental shake. I am *NOT* attracted to him! I screamed at myself. GET A GRIP!
"Weren't we supposed to be taking care of your forfeit? Or are you trying to get out of it?" I asked scathingly, deliberately spoiling the moment.
He shook himself. Literally. I could feel his hands shaking on my shoulders. "Right," he said. He leaned down. To make it easier on him, I got up on my toes. I closed my eyes. I felt a very slight pressure on my lips. The hands were gone. When I opened my eyes, he was gone.
I stood there for several minutes, staring after him. I shakily touched my lips with my fingers. Maybe Haldir *wasn't* so bad, after all.
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A/N: How's *that* for a sweet scene? Come on, everyone, one, two, three.AWWWWWWWWW!!!