This chapter is a wee bit longer, sorry for the wait. Have a merry Christmas from both Tini, and yours truly!

Chapter 7

After we had found out about our lack of 'parental hovering', it was utter chaos. Legolas and Aragorn were constantly poking and prodding at things that moved, or glowed. Aragorn found out first hand that a stove top that is on, is not a thing that he wants to stick his hand on.

I had been asleep, in my room, when a light tapping came on the door. I groaned, and I think I mumbled a barely coherent, "Come in…"

The door opened, and a bed tousled Legolas appeared in the doorway.

He wore only a pair of the boxers we had guessed would fit him, and a pair of jeans that were not buttoned up. (The boxers were Sponge Bob Square Pants, blame Christina…)

I growled lightly when I realized, that however messy he looked, he would always look a million times better then I would in the mornings. I kept staring at his bare chest, which was muscled, but not to a point of overly bulky. The elf seemed to notice I was starting, and he cleared his throat gently.

"Oh! Yeeeeeaaaah.....Sorry about that..." I muttered, fiddling with the covers. "Whatcha need?"

"I believe that Aragorn is in need of assistance in the...Keet-chan?" He frowned as he tried to pronounce the unfamiliar word, and then shrugged. "Down the steps."

"Ah..." I stated, throwing off the covers, and thanking my thinking ahead, for I was wearing decent pajamas this time. "What happened?" I asked, walking down the steps lethargically.

"I believe that Aragorn wanted to further examine the "stove top" that the Lady Christina was using to make eggs." He followed me down, arms crossed.

Sure enough, when I reached the bottom of the steps, Christina was busy scolding him, examining his burnt fingers. I walked over, and peered over her shoulder. "Huh." I offered. Christina glared at me. "Oi, don't get mad at me, just go take him to the bathroom, and put some medicine on it or something. Warn him about hydrogen proxide though…" I added as an afterthought. "That stuff sucks when you have a deep cut…"

She nodded, and dragged the Ranger off.

I turned to the stove, and groaned. The eggs were burning, and I was hungry. "Stupid eggs," I complained, and then took a fork to hesitantly prod them. "Ewww."

I glared at him, and snapped, "No crap Captain Obvious…"

He didn't seem to catch the whole meaning of the insult, but I think he got the gist of it. He shrugged, and leaned against one of the counters, managing to look incredibly sexy right there. 'Do not drool!' I ordered myself- while self-consciously checking.

"Lady Sarah, I wish to thank you…" Came the soft voice of the elf, as I turned back to the eggs.

"Huh?" I said, albeit a bit stupidly.

Two hands rested on my shoulders, and squeezed gently. "I wish to thank you for helping both myself and Aragorn…" he explained patiently.

I turned around in his arms, and looked up at his impossibly deep, chocolate brown eyes. "Um…yeah…" I whispered, trying to calm my breathing. "Yeah…You're both welcome…" I gripped the edge of the counter, and found myself backed against it. Glancing down, and then back up, I realized that he had cleared the space between us, and was now standing right smack against me. "Um…personal bubble…space being invaded…" I murmured, feeling his hands slip around my waist, and his thumbs stroke the skin lightly. Shivering, I gulped, and blinked a few times.

"Do you really care so much?" He breathed, bending down, and pressing his lips against mine. I leaned against his warm body, and tangled my fingers in his hair, kissing him back just as slowly. I did care…not anymore though… was my distracted thought as one of his hands raked though my hair.

"Huh. Does this look like they are cooking eggs to you My Lord Aragorn?" Came the mocking voice of Christina.

"Nay, my lady, I fear that it does not…" Came an equally amused voice. "Rather the eggs look as if they are burning…"

God, just kill me now. Earth, come and swallow me up…