I'm back with the next chapter. I am SO sorry about the nearly three-month wait, but I had this chapter nearly halfway done before I was hit with four weeks worth of no freetime. I was in my college's musical, and it ate up a lot of writing time. Plus, this chapter is possibly the longest one I have ever written. It was also hard to get it the way I wanted it.
The good news is that it's finally here, plus I have a new mailing list for updates. The link for it is on my bio.
If anyone has been considering doing fan art for this fic, send me an e-mail or check out the message on my mailing list (you'll have to go to "Previous Messages" to see it though). I'd greatly appreciate it.
Special thanks goes to Aragorn's Chick and Deranged Lil' Hobbit for the chapter ideas. Thanks! :D
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Chapter 5 – Aragorn's POV
After the initial shock of discovering I had turned into an Elf, I was actually starting to enjoy it.
Growing up, I had always envied my foster brothers – they could run faster, climb higher, and sneak up behind me without being noticed. I hated it when they did that.
Now *I* was the Elf . . . and I was taking full advantage of the situation.
After sneaking up and scaring different members of the Fellowship for the hundredth time, the Hobbit-formally-known-as-Merry said "I think you're enjoying that a bit too much."
I just smiled and shrugged. I didn't care.
Unfortunately, all that is gold does not glitter after a while. Later that afternoon, while I was sitting down sharpening my pocket knife, Legolas was rummaging through his pack, obviously looking for something.
"Aragorn?"
"Yes, oh body-of-mine?" I replied, not bothering to look up.
"Have you seen my soap?"
I froze. I had, um, 'borrowed' and used up his last bar of soap the other night.
Of course, it wasn't just *any* soap. This was Legolas' private cache, the good Mirkwood kind. To the rest of us, it was just soap. To Legolas, it was the miruv r of the Valar. His possessiveness of his soap is worse than Sam's possessiveness of Fro– I mean, his pans . . .
I tried to hide my guilt, unsuccessfully. "No . . ."
His eyes narrowed. "Aragorn?" He walked over to me and stopped, inches away from my face . . . and sniffed my hair.
"YOU USED MY SOAP!!!"
I turned pale, smiled innocently, then ran for my life, being chased the entire way by Legolas screaming Elven obscenities at me.
About an hour later, he was finally stopped by 'Gimli'. We were separated and watched with a close eye until nightfall.
The real trouble began that night after I had fallen asleep. Thanks to Legolas' Elvish hearing, I awoke to hear "What's this? A ranger caught off his guard?"
ARWEN!!!
I quickly sat up – only to be painfully reminded that I had fallen asleep with my head under a large log.
Holding my sore forehead, I saw her beside myself – I mean, Legolas . . .
I rubbed my eyes. She was still there. My worst nightmare had come true.
::This is bad; this is very, very bad . . . ::
Arwen's back was to me, and I was facing Legolas.
He was just as surprised as I was. "Arwen! What are you doing here?"
"I've been searching for you for two whole days. You forgot this." She gave him something hidden from my view.
Legolas raised an eyebrow at me.
::What did she give him?::
"Why are you wearing Legolas' clothes?" Arwen asked him.
::Good luck explaining that one.::
"I fell into a river," he lied. "Legolas let me borrow some of his clothes until mine were dry."
She glanced at me then looked back at him. "Then why is he wearing yours?"
"He fell in, too, except much later."
She obviously wasn't believing a word he was saying. She looked at the both of us, back and forth. "What is going on here?"
He smiled at her. "Nothing, Arwen." He raised my hand to her cheek.
'Touch her and DIE!' I mouthed, careful to avoid catching Arwen's hearing. Legolas didn't notice, so I tried again. 'Don't you dare!' I couldn't believe he was touching *my* Arwen.
All right, I know that I do not own her. It's just that I love her, and I do not like seeing her in someone's arms that aren't mine . . .
That came out wrong.
Unfortunately, she must have heard me. She spun around and gave me a look of death. "Legolas! I'm surprised at you!"
Uh-oh. ::Sam, give me your shovel, because I'm digging a hole . . . my own grave . . . ::
I was stuck. "I . . ."
Legolas had probably never seen his face so red in his entire life.
I had never seen Arwen so upset. "If I want to be with Estel, I will be with Estel."
I tried to protest. "But--"
"No 'buts'." She interrupted. "You have no right to interfere. End of discussion." She turned around in a huff.
::But *I'm* Estel . . . ::
Legolas reached out and held Arwen's hand. "It's all right, Und miel. You have every right to be upset. Never mind him." He had that evil glint in his eye . . . the one he only uses when he's up to mischief. It was even more obvious on me.
I probably should have left, right then and there, but I was NOT going to leave Arwen alone with my imposter.
Her head tilted to one side. "Estel, why aren't you wearing my necklace?"
I smirked. ::This ought to be interesting.:: Too soon.
Without missing a beat, he replied "Legolas stole it."
It took a split second to realize he was referring to me. "I did *not*!" I yelled.
His – My eyes narrowed slightly. "Then try to explain why it is hanging around your neck."
I decided to tell her the truth. "Arwen, this is going to be hard to accept, but *I* am Estel. Pippin toyed with Gandalf's staff and accidentally switched us around."
She turned to face Legolas. "Is this true?"
"I have absolutely no idea what he is talking about," he replied with my face perfectly straight.
My – I mean, Legolas' – jaw hit the ground.
If and when Gandalf changed us back, I was going to *kill* him.
"Legolas," Arwen demanded, "give Estel my pendant."
Handing over the Evenstar jewel was like ripping out my own heart.
"Thank you," Legolas smugly replied, after he had the pendant in hand.
If it were not my own body, I would have taken And ril and sliced off his . . . arm.
"I have to get back before Father worries," Arwen told him. "I'll leave you two to your petty bickering."
"Alright then," he chuckled but turned serious. "Be careful."
He wrapped my arms around her, hugging her goodbye.
I could feel my face feel hot as I welled up with frustration and anger.
He had that evil smile as he looked at me. 'This is for stealing my soap,' he mouthed, and he kissed her right in front of me!
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Before I knew it, my eyes flew open and I sat upright, only to hit my head against the log again. Clutching my very sore forehead, I looked down to see the pendant still around my neck.
It was just a dream!
My glance fell upon my sleeping self across the camp. I no longer cared if it *was* my body – I walked over to that grabby Elf and kicked him right between the legs.
I make a very strange noise when kicked. Kind of like "ffftttt," but not quite. The way my eyeballs bulged out was very odd too.
Sulking, I went back to bed.
I wanted my body back.
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Review responses:
Starlight Wolf -- *thinks for a minute* I do have a thing with torturing people, lol. Thanks.
Dimgwrthien Adeline -- Not a big fight scene here, but maybe later.
Deranged Lil' Hobbit -- I wonder if he did have a secret list of Elvish swear words. And I can see Elrond dropping a few F-bombs during the Council. For the fun of it, I did some translating and figured out how to say SOB in Quenya, as well as some other "interesting" phrases. :) There's a link to my (under construction) list on my website. It's called "Gwestach? Baw, Dan Istan I Phithath!" (Do You Swear? No, But I Know All The Words!) Just go to my website on my bio, click on "Eldarin" then scroll down to "Gwestach?" Note: it's a PG-13 site because of content. (And yeah, the title comes from The Three Stooges. I wanted to think of a good title and this one was one of the first to come to mind.)
Cela -- *hands over box of tissues* There's more coming, I promise. Hopefully, later this month.
AllPowerfulDaisy -- I don't know what'll happen to Pippin. I do have something in mind, though. And thank you for adding me to your favs. :D
elfitchick -- Thanks for the suggestions! That'll be funny.
natalie -- I'll try to do that. Thanks.
Aragorn's Chick -- Yep. This one was just for you. I hope you liked it. Thank you so much for your idea.
DaakuKitsune -- I'm sorry for the long wait, I really am. Thank you so much.
Tera Earth -- Yeah, I would kinda be freaked out too. Thanks.
Pippin, Shadow131, elfchick123, JULES6 -- Thanks.
The good news is that it's finally here, plus I have a new mailing list for updates. The link for it is on my bio.
If anyone has been considering doing fan art for this fic, send me an e-mail or check out the message on my mailing list (you'll have to go to "Previous Messages" to see it though). I'd greatly appreciate it.
Special thanks goes to Aragorn's Chick and Deranged Lil' Hobbit for the chapter ideas. Thanks! :D
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Chapter 5 – Aragorn's POV
After the initial shock of discovering I had turned into an Elf, I was actually starting to enjoy it.
Growing up, I had always envied my foster brothers – they could run faster, climb higher, and sneak up behind me without being noticed. I hated it when they did that.
Now *I* was the Elf . . . and I was taking full advantage of the situation.
After sneaking up and scaring different members of the Fellowship for the hundredth time, the Hobbit-formally-known-as-Merry said "I think you're enjoying that a bit too much."
I just smiled and shrugged. I didn't care.
Unfortunately, all that is gold does not glitter after a while. Later that afternoon, while I was sitting down sharpening my pocket knife, Legolas was rummaging through his pack, obviously looking for something.
"Aragorn?"
"Yes, oh body-of-mine?" I replied, not bothering to look up.
"Have you seen my soap?"
I froze. I had, um, 'borrowed' and used up his last bar of soap the other night.
Of course, it wasn't just *any* soap. This was Legolas' private cache, the good Mirkwood kind. To the rest of us, it was just soap. To Legolas, it was the miruv r of the Valar. His possessiveness of his soap is worse than Sam's possessiveness of Fro– I mean, his pans . . .
I tried to hide my guilt, unsuccessfully. "No . . ."
His eyes narrowed. "Aragorn?" He walked over to me and stopped, inches away from my face . . . and sniffed my hair.
"YOU USED MY SOAP!!!"
I turned pale, smiled innocently, then ran for my life, being chased the entire way by Legolas screaming Elven obscenities at me.
About an hour later, he was finally stopped by 'Gimli'. We were separated and watched with a close eye until nightfall.
The real trouble began that night after I had fallen asleep. Thanks to Legolas' Elvish hearing, I awoke to hear "What's this? A ranger caught off his guard?"
ARWEN!!!
I quickly sat up – only to be painfully reminded that I had fallen asleep with my head under a large log.
Holding my sore forehead, I saw her beside myself – I mean, Legolas . . .
I rubbed my eyes. She was still there. My worst nightmare had come true.
::This is bad; this is very, very bad . . . ::
Arwen's back was to me, and I was facing Legolas.
He was just as surprised as I was. "Arwen! What are you doing here?"
"I've been searching for you for two whole days. You forgot this." She gave him something hidden from my view.
Legolas raised an eyebrow at me.
::What did she give him?::
"Why are you wearing Legolas' clothes?" Arwen asked him.
::Good luck explaining that one.::
"I fell into a river," he lied. "Legolas let me borrow some of his clothes until mine were dry."
She glanced at me then looked back at him. "Then why is he wearing yours?"
"He fell in, too, except much later."
She obviously wasn't believing a word he was saying. She looked at the both of us, back and forth. "What is going on here?"
He smiled at her. "Nothing, Arwen." He raised my hand to her cheek.
'Touch her and DIE!' I mouthed, careful to avoid catching Arwen's hearing. Legolas didn't notice, so I tried again. 'Don't you dare!' I couldn't believe he was touching *my* Arwen.
All right, I know that I do not own her. It's just that I love her, and I do not like seeing her in someone's arms that aren't mine . . .
That came out wrong.
Unfortunately, she must have heard me. She spun around and gave me a look of death. "Legolas! I'm surprised at you!"
Uh-oh. ::Sam, give me your shovel, because I'm digging a hole . . . my own grave . . . ::
I was stuck. "I . . ."
Legolas had probably never seen his face so red in his entire life.
I had never seen Arwen so upset. "If I want to be with Estel, I will be with Estel."
I tried to protest. "But--"
"No 'buts'." She interrupted. "You have no right to interfere. End of discussion." She turned around in a huff.
::But *I'm* Estel . . . ::
Legolas reached out and held Arwen's hand. "It's all right, Und miel. You have every right to be upset. Never mind him." He had that evil glint in his eye . . . the one he only uses when he's up to mischief. It was even more obvious on me.
I probably should have left, right then and there, but I was NOT going to leave Arwen alone with my imposter.
Her head tilted to one side. "Estel, why aren't you wearing my necklace?"
I smirked. ::This ought to be interesting.:: Too soon.
Without missing a beat, he replied "Legolas stole it."
It took a split second to realize he was referring to me. "I did *not*!" I yelled.
His – My eyes narrowed slightly. "Then try to explain why it is hanging around your neck."
I decided to tell her the truth. "Arwen, this is going to be hard to accept, but *I* am Estel. Pippin toyed with Gandalf's staff and accidentally switched us around."
She turned to face Legolas. "Is this true?"
"I have absolutely no idea what he is talking about," he replied with my face perfectly straight.
My – I mean, Legolas' – jaw hit the ground.
If and when Gandalf changed us back, I was going to *kill* him.
"Legolas," Arwen demanded, "give Estel my pendant."
Handing over the Evenstar jewel was like ripping out my own heart.
"Thank you," Legolas smugly replied, after he had the pendant in hand.
If it were not my own body, I would have taken And ril and sliced off his . . . arm.
"I have to get back before Father worries," Arwen told him. "I'll leave you two to your petty bickering."
"Alright then," he chuckled but turned serious. "Be careful."
He wrapped my arms around her, hugging her goodbye.
I could feel my face feel hot as I welled up with frustration and anger.
He had that evil smile as he looked at me. 'This is for stealing my soap,' he mouthed, and he kissed her right in front of me!
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Before I knew it, my eyes flew open and I sat upright, only to hit my head against the log again. Clutching my very sore forehead, I looked down to see the pendant still around my neck.
It was just a dream!
My glance fell upon my sleeping self across the camp. I no longer cared if it *was* my body – I walked over to that grabby Elf and kicked him right between the legs.
I make a very strange noise when kicked. Kind of like "ffftttt," but not quite. The way my eyeballs bulged out was very odd too.
Sulking, I went back to bed.
I wanted my body back.
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Review responses:
Starlight Wolf -- *thinks for a minute* I do have a thing with torturing people, lol. Thanks.
Dimgwrthien Adeline -- Not a big fight scene here, but maybe later.
Deranged Lil' Hobbit -- I wonder if he did have a secret list of Elvish swear words. And I can see Elrond dropping a few F-bombs during the Council. For the fun of it, I did some translating and figured out how to say SOB in Quenya, as well as some other "interesting" phrases. :) There's a link to my (under construction) list on my website. It's called "Gwestach? Baw, Dan Istan I Phithath!" (Do You Swear? No, But I Know All The Words!) Just go to my website on my bio, click on "Eldarin" then scroll down to "Gwestach?" Note: it's a PG-13 site because of content. (And yeah, the title comes from The Three Stooges. I wanted to think of a good title and this one was one of the first to come to mind.)
Cela -- *hands over box of tissues* There's more coming, I promise. Hopefully, later this month.
AllPowerfulDaisy -- I don't know what'll happen to Pippin. I do have something in mind, though. And thank you for adding me to your favs. :D
elfitchick -- Thanks for the suggestions! That'll be funny.
natalie -- I'll try to do that. Thanks.
Aragorn's Chick -- Yep. This one was just for you. I hope you liked it. Thank you so much for your idea.
DaakuKitsune -- I'm sorry for the long wait, I really am. Thank you so much.
Tera Earth -- Yeah, I would kinda be freaked out too. Thanks.
Pippin, Shadow131, elfchick123, JULES6 -- Thanks.