Yes people, I'm still alive. Legolas has yet to slit my throat in my sleep,
though I can promise he's probably itching to do so. So yeah, have at it.
Disclaimer: (Legolas comes out with a sly grin on his face) kchan-
Kchan: ehem.
Legolas: (rolls eyes) the kind and wonderful kchan, who swears she'll be nicer to me, and her other characters, does not own any of Tolkien's works so please don't sue her.
Kchan: (slowly comes out to look at readers.) please don't hurt me! (hides behind Legolas...again.)
Legolas: (shakes head and rolls eyes again) don't worry fangirls, we-er- chatted.
Kchan: (sticks head out and nods profusely) yeah, so keep reading. Here's chapter four.
They walked in silence all the way to Lothlorien. There wasn't much to be said, and both were a bit embarrassed by the situation.
But as soon as Leslee (by the way, thanx In The Depp End, I appreciate the diff spellings. I made this one up just as a weird quirk kind of a thing, but yeah) entered the cover of the trees, a calming sensation came over her, and her mind felt less troubled. Her spirit felt lighter than it had in her entire life. She touched one of the trees on the side of the path, and couldn't help but giggle to herself. Legolas, who was a little ahead along the path, looked back at her and smiled. She noticed and gave him a big grin. "There aren't many forests back home, and none as beautiful as this one. It's even more wonderful than I imagined it would be."
"I'm glad that you are enjoying this. You must have the soul of an elf deep within you if you can love the trees so much."
"Yeah, well I'm afraid it's buried six feet under if it's in this human body of mine."
And for the first time, it dawned on him: he had fallen in love (and quite quickly might I add) with not only his captive, but also a human nonetheless. His father would kill him!
But the king of Mirkwood was the least of their problems at the moment. Legolas heard a twig snap; an almost inaudible sound to even his elven ears, but it was there just the same. He quickly took Menla by the arm, and drew his sword just as half a dozen archers jumped onto the path, surrounding them. He was about to explain themselves, and who they were, when Menla spoke.
"Wait. We come in peace." (corny, I know, but the elves didn't get it so she's safe.) she took out a necklace that she had been wearing under her shirt and vest. Legolas almost gawked at her as she pulled out the Lothlorien leaf that was tied round her neck.
The elves disbanded, bowed, and departed without question. Soon, Legolas and Leslee stood there as if the elves had never come upon them. She sighed happily as she slipped the leaf back under her vest, and tucked it under her shirt. She started walking again, quietly laughing to her self. "I told my parent that this would give safe passage through elven lands, and they thought I was crazy. Shows you how much they know."
"Where did you get that?" asked Legolas incredulously.
She turned back to look at him where he still stood unmoved. "I got it from a bookmark. The tassel broke, so I put it on a string." He still looked lost. "What? I'm obsessed. You don't have to tell me. Now come on, lets go."
He nodded and followed in suit. There was silence again for a while. She noticed that he looked a little upset. She wanted to ask him what was troubling him, but she had a bad feeling that it had to do with her. She hesitated for a long time, all the while, the tension growing. Finally, she decided that it would help much more than it could hurt, and slipped her hand into his.
There you have it! Chapter four! Now you can't bug me for a few days. I have yet another head ache (looks suspiciously at Legolas who in turn puts on one of those 'what are you looking at me for? I'm just an angel who wouldn't harm a flee' looks. The look of suspicion turns to a glare) but I won't name any names. I could just be being weird (it wouldn't be the first time) but maybe it's because of this death hold my French braid has on my head. I dunno, but it's late and I need sleep, especially since I have flute tomorrow and I haven't practiced at all. Ulch he's gonna kill me. But at least I'm getting yelled at by a cute, nineteen year old teacher, right? (crickets chirping) oh lord...someone save me. Goodnight.
Disclaimer: (Legolas comes out with a sly grin on his face) kchan-
Kchan: ehem.
Legolas: (rolls eyes) the kind and wonderful kchan, who swears she'll be nicer to me, and her other characters, does not own any of Tolkien's works so please don't sue her.
Kchan: (slowly comes out to look at readers.) please don't hurt me! (hides behind Legolas...again.)
Legolas: (shakes head and rolls eyes again) don't worry fangirls, we-er- chatted.
Kchan: (sticks head out and nods profusely) yeah, so keep reading. Here's chapter four.
They walked in silence all the way to Lothlorien. There wasn't much to be said, and both were a bit embarrassed by the situation.
But as soon as Leslee (by the way, thanx In The Depp End, I appreciate the diff spellings. I made this one up just as a weird quirk kind of a thing, but yeah) entered the cover of the trees, a calming sensation came over her, and her mind felt less troubled. Her spirit felt lighter than it had in her entire life. She touched one of the trees on the side of the path, and couldn't help but giggle to herself. Legolas, who was a little ahead along the path, looked back at her and smiled. She noticed and gave him a big grin. "There aren't many forests back home, and none as beautiful as this one. It's even more wonderful than I imagined it would be."
"I'm glad that you are enjoying this. You must have the soul of an elf deep within you if you can love the trees so much."
"Yeah, well I'm afraid it's buried six feet under if it's in this human body of mine."
And for the first time, it dawned on him: he had fallen in love (and quite quickly might I add) with not only his captive, but also a human nonetheless. His father would kill him!
But the king of Mirkwood was the least of their problems at the moment. Legolas heard a twig snap; an almost inaudible sound to even his elven ears, but it was there just the same. He quickly took Menla by the arm, and drew his sword just as half a dozen archers jumped onto the path, surrounding them. He was about to explain themselves, and who they were, when Menla spoke.
"Wait. We come in peace." (corny, I know, but the elves didn't get it so she's safe.) she took out a necklace that she had been wearing under her shirt and vest. Legolas almost gawked at her as she pulled out the Lothlorien leaf that was tied round her neck.
The elves disbanded, bowed, and departed without question. Soon, Legolas and Leslee stood there as if the elves had never come upon them. She sighed happily as she slipped the leaf back under her vest, and tucked it under her shirt. She started walking again, quietly laughing to her self. "I told my parent that this would give safe passage through elven lands, and they thought I was crazy. Shows you how much they know."
"Where did you get that?" asked Legolas incredulously.
She turned back to look at him where he still stood unmoved. "I got it from a bookmark. The tassel broke, so I put it on a string." He still looked lost. "What? I'm obsessed. You don't have to tell me. Now come on, lets go."
He nodded and followed in suit. There was silence again for a while. She noticed that he looked a little upset. She wanted to ask him what was troubling him, but she had a bad feeling that it had to do with her. She hesitated for a long time, all the while, the tension growing. Finally, she decided that it would help much more than it could hurt, and slipped her hand into his.
There you have it! Chapter four! Now you can't bug me for a few days. I have yet another head ache (looks suspiciously at Legolas who in turn puts on one of those 'what are you looking at me for? I'm just an angel who wouldn't harm a flee' looks. The look of suspicion turns to a glare) but I won't name any names. I could just be being weird (it wouldn't be the first time) but maybe it's because of this death hold my French braid has on my head. I dunno, but it's late and I need sleep, especially since I have flute tomorrow and I haven't practiced at all. Ulch he's gonna kill me. But at least I'm getting yelled at by a cute, nineteen year old teacher, right? (crickets chirping) oh lord...someone save me. Goodnight.