Dreamcast II: The Ivory Host
Chapter 4: A Thousand Words
'Ninety-nine, one hundred!'
Rivers put the brush down happily, flipping her striped hair over her robed shoulder. "One hundred strokes!" She exclaimed.
Someone rapped on the door. "Come in."
Rivers gasped. "Legolas!"
They embraced tightly. When he released her, he said softly, "I apologize for an informal reunion."
"Hey, at least it's a reunion. I thought I was dead."
"You were when I found you."
A wounded expression settled on Rivers' docile features. "Did you leave me?"
Legolas seemed a bit mournful. His hand traced her jaw line as he whispered, "What was I supposed to do? Haul you around with us? Sorry, but you were dead! Orcs like that smell." His hands slid to her shoulders. "I'm sorry, but it didn't look good, and we moved on."
She turned away and sat on a chair. "That's okay. I would have done the same thing."
Minutes squeaked by. Shattering the silence, Rivers inquired, "Well?"
"Oh, yes," he said hastily, puling out her flute. "I lost the case."
"That's fine." She set it aside. "Aren't you gonna ask me how I died?" She flexed her fingers on the word died.
He chuckled. "We already know."
"Aragorn, I presume?"
Legolas managed a smile. She noticed immediately and didn't waste time. "What's up?"
"Nothing."
"Oh, come on." Legolas went and shut the door.
"Nothing, seriously."
"They fought, didn't they?" she said complacently.
"No one fought," he said, tone completely giving it away.
"Aragorn, Gandalf, and Théoden. About the war and the ring. Don't lie to me. I know, anyways."
"He is not listening to Gandalf's wisdom! He will lead us all astray, into Sauron and all shall perish."
"His decisions affect us all, but Gandalf wouldn't let it stand if he did something rash."
"Everything is rash!" Legolas exclaimed. "He is emptying the city. We leave for Helm's Deep in an hour."
"So?"
He turned away. "I forgot. Women have no experience in strategic thinking."
She found her feet and then her voice. "Don't ever say that again! That is very rash right there, so practice what you preach-"
"Don't order me around!"
"That's it! I'm finished." She scampered out the door and fumed down the hall. She slid into the throne room. Gandalf sipped a cup of warm rum as Aragorn paced up and down, muttering. People lined the hall, guards, peasants, and mourners.
A hand caught her shoulder and she whipped around. "Don't you ever run away from me!"
"Who the fuck- oh, it's the elf." She whisked out of reach and her approached her again. She continued to back up, never breaking the heated conversation.
The elf spat, "I see you've set aside this special time to humiliate yourself in public. I never was your type, you know?"
"I'm not your type. I'm not inflatable." Her hand lashed out, but he caught it, saying, "If I wanted a kiss, I'd have asked your mother."
"If I was ten times smarter than you I'd be a moron!"
"Stop trying to sort things out yourself! We know what's going on!"
"And I don't? You couldn't get a clue during the clue-mating season in a field full of horny clues if you smeared your body with clue musk and did the clue-mating dance!"
"You git! You are a pure inspiration for birth control." As soon as the words spilled, he wished he had sucked them back up. Tears had appeared in the corners of her eyes as she said, "Quit hogging all the ugly."
He turned on his heel and marched through the door. His retreat gave her strength. "Don't let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya, bastard!"
A/N: Last line was donated by Lothien ^^ Anyways, review like reviewing reviewers!
'Ninety-nine, one hundred!'
Rivers put the brush down happily, flipping her striped hair over her robed shoulder. "One hundred strokes!" She exclaimed.
Someone rapped on the door. "Come in."
Rivers gasped. "Legolas!"
They embraced tightly. When he released her, he said softly, "I apologize for an informal reunion."
"Hey, at least it's a reunion. I thought I was dead."
"You were when I found you."
A wounded expression settled on Rivers' docile features. "Did you leave me?"
Legolas seemed a bit mournful. His hand traced her jaw line as he whispered, "What was I supposed to do? Haul you around with us? Sorry, but you were dead! Orcs like that smell." His hands slid to her shoulders. "I'm sorry, but it didn't look good, and we moved on."
She turned away and sat on a chair. "That's okay. I would have done the same thing."
Minutes squeaked by. Shattering the silence, Rivers inquired, "Well?"
"Oh, yes," he said hastily, puling out her flute. "I lost the case."
"That's fine." She set it aside. "Aren't you gonna ask me how I died?" She flexed her fingers on the word died.
He chuckled. "We already know."
"Aragorn, I presume?"
Legolas managed a smile. She noticed immediately and didn't waste time. "What's up?"
"Nothing."
"Oh, come on." Legolas went and shut the door.
"Nothing, seriously."
"They fought, didn't they?" she said complacently.
"No one fought," he said, tone completely giving it away.
"Aragorn, Gandalf, and Théoden. About the war and the ring. Don't lie to me. I know, anyways."
"He is not listening to Gandalf's wisdom! He will lead us all astray, into Sauron and all shall perish."
"His decisions affect us all, but Gandalf wouldn't let it stand if he did something rash."
"Everything is rash!" Legolas exclaimed. "He is emptying the city. We leave for Helm's Deep in an hour."
"So?"
He turned away. "I forgot. Women have no experience in strategic thinking."
She found her feet and then her voice. "Don't ever say that again! That is very rash right there, so practice what you preach-"
"Don't order me around!"
"That's it! I'm finished." She scampered out the door and fumed down the hall. She slid into the throne room. Gandalf sipped a cup of warm rum as Aragorn paced up and down, muttering. People lined the hall, guards, peasants, and mourners.
A hand caught her shoulder and she whipped around. "Don't you ever run away from me!"
"Who the fuck- oh, it's the elf." She whisked out of reach and her approached her again. She continued to back up, never breaking the heated conversation.
The elf spat, "I see you've set aside this special time to humiliate yourself in public. I never was your type, you know?"
"I'm not your type. I'm not inflatable." Her hand lashed out, but he caught it, saying, "If I wanted a kiss, I'd have asked your mother."
"If I was ten times smarter than you I'd be a moron!"
"Stop trying to sort things out yourself! We know what's going on!"
"And I don't? You couldn't get a clue during the clue-mating season in a field full of horny clues if you smeared your body with clue musk and did the clue-mating dance!"
"You git! You are a pure inspiration for birth control." As soon as the words spilled, he wished he had sucked them back up. Tears had appeared in the corners of her eyes as she said, "Quit hogging all the ugly."
He turned on his heel and marched through the door. His retreat gave her strength. "Don't let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya, bastard!"
A/N: Last line was donated by Lothien ^^ Anyways, review like reviewing reviewers!