First of all, I would like to thank all of you who told me I had spelling mistakes. OK, I'm a baka (idiot and Japanese). I was tired and kind of like...der...during the whole writing thing. I know it's not an exucse! So...I got a beta!!!! *frolics through a field of wild flowers* I really needed one on chap. 4, padawan_jinx knows what I'm talking about. *snickers* Thank you, Nenuial, ever so much. Kind of short chap, mainly for more Haldir/Akira ineractions. I've written a couple of chaps. that are just for thier interactions, because I can't just have them talking once or twice then have Haldir profess his undying love for her, now can I?
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Over the past few days, Akira had gradually begun to become friends with the hobbits. She wasn't one to easily trust people, but they were just so tiny and cute, how could they possibly be evil? The hobbits had taken a liking to her, and she could most often be found with Pippin and Merry, resting or simply lying around, enjoying the company of the cheerful half-lings. Haldir had continued their lessons, and she had been getting a little better. Even Aragorn had been sparring with her.
Pippin and Merry watched with unwavering gazes as Aragorn attempted to teach Akira the finer points of the sword. A smile of triumph crossed the young woman's features as she quickly lifted her sword, effectively blocking the rangers. Her smile quickly disappeared, however, as Aragorn brought his own blade down, throwing hers across the floor. Haldir sighed and shook his head. And here he had thought maybe she was getting better. The teenager caught his sigh and stuck her studded tongue out at him, receiving a few strange glances in the process.
"Be quiet pretty boy," she told him plopping down next to the hobbits.
Blue eyes narrowed at the young girl. "Pretty boy? That is not a term that is respectable of a march warden."
Akira laid down on the soft grass, closing her eyes and a small smirk tugging at the ends of her lips. "Maybe," she said smiling. "But it is a perfectly respectable term for a dude in tights. And didn't your mother ever tell you that it wasn't nice to make fun of others? Haldir stayed in place, glaring at her, knowing perfectly well that she could not see him.
"I was not 'making fun'," he said. "I am simply disappointed in your lack of improvement."
"The student reflects the teacher," she said smugly. "And besides, I'm a lover, not a fighter."
Aragorn glanced at the captain, and turned away when he received another cold glare. Haldir wished people would stop giving him such questioning glances. Could people honestly believe that he and that girl were actually...
Frodo and Sam trudged into the clearing. The young woman sat up, her attention turning from the elf to the entering half-lings. A look of distraught and sadness had passed over the ring bearers face. Over the time of the passed few days, Akira had decided to take it upon herself to try and keep the ring bearer from slipping further into his state of depression. He reminded the young woman of a person from her past.
"What's with the frown's little dudes?" she questioned as they took their seats. Frodo sat next to her, sighing as he glanced around at the beauty of Lothlorien.
He smiled a bit sadly at the woman sitting next to him, a woman who had been helping him through his grief since he had come to the Golden Wood. "We are leaving tomorrow," he said softly.
A sad look crossed over the red heads features. They were leaving? She had grown so attached to the young hobbits in so little time, having them with her had been so very comforting, here in Middle Earth where she was so incredibly out of place.
The march warden watched as Akira frowned at this news and turned her saddened brown eyes to the hobbits. "You're leaving?" she questioned. Sam nodded in agreement with the statement. "So, your last night in Lothlorien, what to do?" she said softly, almost as if talking to herself.
"Akira...?" Aragorn asked as the young woman began drifting into her own world of thought. "Do you not wish to continue in your lesson?"
She snapped her attention back to the former ranger, a look of concentration still on her features. "Well, no," the teenager answered. "We have to do something. Like a farewell party or something. You guys can't just leave without a proper farewell." Haldir eyed her curiously. Proper farewell? What was she planning?
~~~
The group of creatures, ranging from elf to dwarf, and hobbit to man, looked down at the mat in confusion. It was spread out on the grass, with circles of green, red, blue, and yellow painted on it. Another, smaller piece of the mat, with smaller circles painted on it as well, laid beside it. Akira stood by her creation, a self-satisfied smile on her lipstick covered grey lips. The others simply blinked at her.
"What is this creation?" Lord Celeborn asked the young woman.
Smiling brighter, the young woman answered. "Ladies and gentlemen, the game that ties you up in knots." They all starred blankly. "Twister," she elaborated.
Haldir's eye brows scrunched together. Rumil and Orophin stood next to their brother, equally as perplexed by the strange looking mat which lay on the ground. "Is it some kind of...art?" Galadriel questioned.
"No," the red head said. "It's a game."
Pippin approached the Twister mat, starring at it warily. "How can you play with a mat that has circles painted on it?"
The young woman smiled. "Twister puts players face-to-face in a fantastically funny test of pretzel-ability. Each spin requires players to move a hand or foot onto a different colored circle on the game mat. As players maneuver around each other, it becomes harder and harder to stay in balance and still find room for hands and feet! The first one to topple is the loser! An indoor or outdoor game for 2 to 4 players." Haldir raised his eyebrow at her. She gave him a rueful smile before returning to the hobbits, who were frantically questioning the game. Akira had memorized the game description on the box. Hey, she didn't have cable. "It's my absolute favorite game of all time."
"Can we play?" Merry asked, his eyes wide with excitement. Akira smiled and nodded her head.
"Of course. We just need a pointer or an arrow or something," she said, frowning a bit. She had been completely surprised when Ruali had actually brought her the paint that she needed for the mat. She turned to see the elfin captain standing in front of her, holding out an arrow from his quiver. Rumil and Orophin exchanged glances. The young woman looked down at it and blinked. "I didn't mean literally," she said.
He sighed. "I was only trying to be helpful," the march warden said. He glanced at the Lady, who was looking intently at the Twister mat, along with the Lord. She was the one who had told him to do what he believed would be best to try and gain the young woman's trust. Obviously, it wasn't working.
Haldir looked up when he felt the arrow being snatched from his hand. The red head laid the arrow on the smaller block. "It'll have to do," she said softly. "All right!" she announced, gaining the attention of the others. "Who wants to go first?"
~~~
Laughter filled the clearing as Boromir reached his right hand towards a red circle, succeeding in once again toppling over. The hobbits chuckled as he stood up, a scowl settling on his face as he rejoined his companions. Akira stood up, smiling with triumph. "I am the undisputed champion of twister!" she yelled happily, throwing her fist into the air.
And, it was true. The Fellowship, of course including Gimli and Legolas, Rumil and Orophin, and even the Lord and Lady of Lothlorien had taken Akira on. Given years of playing the game, and extensive yoga, Akira was an excellent Twister player. It was actually a very impressive title. After all she had taken on an elfin prince, a lord and a lady, a steward of Gondor, an heir to the thrown of Gondor, and the bearer of the ring of power. The hobbits smiled happily at their friend.
"Wait," Rumil said, a mischievous smirk on his face. "You can not be undisputed until you have played this, 'Twister', with everyone. Our brother has yet to attempt to defeat you."
Orophin glared at his brother. Why must he insist on making things so difficult? Akira frowned and gazed at the march warden, who was sitting, looking as if he were deep in thought, barely paying attention to what was going on around him. The young woman turned her attention then to the other elf. "Fine," she said softly. She walked to Haldir, and stood in front of him, waiting for him to acknowledge her. "Yo," she said waving a hand in front of his face. The captain was pulled out of his pondering when he saw a pale hand in front of him.
"What?" he questioned, his eyes meeting hers.
Akira looked away for a moment, then back to the march warden. "I am challenging you," she said, smiling smugly.
The march warden raised an eyebrow, then slowly stood from his seat to face the young woman. "To what?"
The red head tried to keep the smirk off of her face. She was going to beat him so bad, he would not be able to show his face for an entire week. Show him to laugh at her.
~~~
He starred down at the young woman, his intense blue eyes boring into her darker ones. He was breathing heavily, as was she.
"Right hand, blue."
Haldir moved his hand cautiously to a blue circle, never removing his gaze from the young woman's. His muscles seemed to be aching from playing this game for so long. Why could he not win this ridiculous game?
"Left foot, green."
Akira slid her foot slowly to a green circle. She was in a sort of back bending position, holding herself up steadily. The march warden was holding himself up in an awkward position. His hands were spread inches apart, and his feet were side by side. He was holding himself up in a vertical position, while Akira was holding herself up in a more horizontal position. They were not at all close, besides the fact that their faces were hanging only inches away from each other. Each time the red head attempted to push herself up a bit more, or Haldir lost his balance a bit, they would become even closer.
Rumil smiled smugly at the sight. Ah, the glory of being the mischievous one.
Pippin flicked the arrow around again. "Haldir," he said. "Right foot, yell-"
"That's not a foot," Merry interjected. "That is clearly a hand. Haldir, left hand, yell-"
"No it's not! And it is right, not left. And look, it is five toes."
Sam peered down, looking at the key. "Those are fingers Pip."
"I believe I must agree with young master Gamgee," Lord Celeborn commented, also crowding around the smaller key. "Those are indeed fingers."
As the others began looking at the key, the two who were currently stranded on the Twister mat glared over at the group. Haldir cleared his throat, hoping to gain their attentions. Did they expect him to stay this way while they continued bickering. How hard was it to tell a hand from a foot anyway? He narrowed his icy eyes at the young woman.
Akira blinked at him. Why was he glaring at her? She didn't do anything. It wasn't her fault that the hobbits, adorable as they may be, couldn't tell the difference between toes and fingers. The young woman couldn't understand for the life of her how they couldn't. She was an excellent artist.
"No no no," Legolas told them, shaking his head. "It's a foot."
"I must agree with the Master Elf," Gimli commented. "Most definitely a foot."
Orophin could not understand how his own kindred could call that a foot, when it was so clearly a hand. "See, that is the index finger, the thumb..."
"That's the big toe," Rumil corrected.
The argument was put on hold as a large thump and some disgruntled shrieks and curses were heard. The entire group turned around, only to see the two lying on the ground.
Haldir opened his eyes, angry that he had fallen. When he opened them, he saw red hair surrounding him out of the corner of his blue eyes. He tilted his head up, only to see Akira sprawled out on top of him. Her face was buried into his neck, mumbling curses against the fabric of his shirt. The march warden wondered if she was even aware that she was on top of him, not that he minded.
He did not just think that. It was a very disturbing position. One he did not like what-so-ever. "Get off of me," he said.
The teenager was jolted back into reality. After a particularly un-lady like curse, she snapped her head up, meeting the elf's angry gaze. It was only then that she realized she was lying on top of him. She blinked, her cheeks flushing a deep red. The march warden was waiting for her to get off of him. The other's watched them intensely, wondering why Akira was simply lying there, unmoving and simply staring at Haldir.
"Get off," Haldir repeated, a bit more sternly and irritated then before. Embarrassed, and unsure of why she had not done it sooner, the young woman pushed herself off of the elf and scrambled to her feet. The march warden stood up, with a frustrating amount of more grace then she, and glared once more at her.
Akira felt her cheeks burning as she turned to face the group. She avoided the amused glances of Rumil and Aragon, and tried to keep her eyes on the grass. "Well, um," she said trying to keep the embarrassment out of her voice. "Guess that's a draw then. I'm tried," Akira announced beginning to head towards her room. "Guess I'll uh...go to sleep then. I'll um, I'll see you guy's in the morning." She smiled weakly at the hobbits, then hurried off to her own talan.
~~~
Well, I think we've established that I have a twisted mind. Who else could make a game of twister be filled with sexual tension? My talens truly are endless...Oh oh! TIME FOR SPECIAL THANKS AND Q&A TIME!
Haldir- Oh dear God...
Palmers_Girl- Thank you for telling me about spelling mistakes. It wasn't critism! It was helping me.
Nenuial-Thank you for being my beta. ^_^! (Nifty symbol huh?)
fanfictiongeek36- DER!!!!! (inside joke...)
Now, time for Q & A!!!
Dreamzer- Story is based on bookverse for the Fellowship and Two Towers (meaning Haldir does NOT go to Helm's Deep...stupid Peter Jackson...). Movieverse for Return of the King since I have yet to get my chuby little hands on the book, or the Silmilarion.
Mia (Dazzler420)- OK. First of all, I'm not going to make Akira be shy, nor am I going to make her a slut or anything. She's comfortable with her body, and has worn a number of midrif bearing shirts. The reason she was so upset about Haldir seeing her doing yoga was one, she was still a bit mad about him seeing her naked, and also when she doesn't trust him very much. She's not afraid of him, but she just doesn't really like the idea of some creepy dude (which she thinks Haldir is at the moment) watching her and stuff. I mean, come on, if you landed in some alternate universe, and the guy who withheld food from you had seen you naked, and you already thought he was some kind of freaky perv. was watching you stretching or something, you might not be to happy either. *shudders* It's kind of like my gym teachers...But at least I know your paying attention!! ^_^
That's it I think. Oh yeah! HALDIR!!!!!
Haldir- WHAT?!
Commodores R Ppl 2 says HI!
Haldir- And...? *gets hit in the head with a flip flop* I mean, Grettings and salutations. You know, that is soo true. Commodores ARE ppl too...
*rolls eyes* Anyway, I'll be posting the next chapter soon. Some1 told me I update faster then anyone they know! Ain't I just the greatest? Please review!!!
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Over the past few days, Akira had gradually begun to become friends with the hobbits. She wasn't one to easily trust people, but they were just so tiny and cute, how could they possibly be evil? The hobbits had taken a liking to her, and she could most often be found with Pippin and Merry, resting or simply lying around, enjoying the company of the cheerful half-lings. Haldir had continued their lessons, and she had been getting a little better. Even Aragorn had been sparring with her.
Pippin and Merry watched with unwavering gazes as Aragorn attempted to teach Akira the finer points of the sword. A smile of triumph crossed the young woman's features as she quickly lifted her sword, effectively blocking the rangers. Her smile quickly disappeared, however, as Aragorn brought his own blade down, throwing hers across the floor. Haldir sighed and shook his head. And here he had thought maybe she was getting better. The teenager caught his sigh and stuck her studded tongue out at him, receiving a few strange glances in the process.
"Be quiet pretty boy," she told him plopping down next to the hobbits.
Blue eyes narrowed at the young girl. "Pretty boy? That is not a term that is respectable of a march warden."
Akira laid down on the soft grass, closing her eyes and a small smirk tugging at the ends of her lips. "Maybe," she said smiling. "But it is a perfectly respectable term for a dude in tights. And didn't your mother ever tell you that it wasn't nice to make fun of others? Haldir stayed in place, glaring at her, knowing perfectly well that she could not see him.
"I was not 'making fun'," he said. "I am simply disappointed in your lack of improvement."
"The student reflects the teacher," she said smugly. "And besides, I'm a lover, not a fighter."
Aragorn glanced at the captain, and turned away when he received another cold glare. Haldir wished people would stop giving him such questioning glances. Could people honestly believe that he and that girl were actually...
Frodo and Sam trudged into the clearing. The young woman sat up, her attention turning from the elf to the entering half-lings. A look of distraught and sadness had passed over the ring bearers face. Over the time of the passed few days, Akira had decided to take it upon herself to try and keep the ring bearer from slipping further into his state of depression. He reminded the young woman of a person from her past.
"What's with the frown's little dudes?" she questioned as they took their seats. Frodo sat next to her, sighing as he glanced around at the beauty of Lothlorien.
He smiled a bit sadly at the woman sitting next to him, a woman who had been helping him through his grief since he had come to the Golden Wood. "We are leaving tomorrow," he said softly.
A sad look crossed over the red heads features. They were leaving? She had grown so attached to the young hobbits in so little time, having them with her had been so very comforting, here in Middle Earth where she was so incredibly out of place.
The march warden watched as Akira frowned at this news and turned her saddened brown eyes to the hobbits. "You're leaving?" she questioned. Sam nodded in agreement with the statement. "So, your last night in Lothlorien, what to do?" she said softly, almost as if talking to herself.
"Akira...?" Aragorn asked as the young woman began drifting into her own world of thought. "Do you not wish to continue in your lesson?"
She snapped her attention back to the former ranger, a look of concentration still on her features. "Well, no," the teenager answered. "We have to do something. Like a farewell party or something. You guys can't just leave without a proper farewell." Haldir eyed her curiously. Proper farewell? What was she planning?
~~~
The group of creatures, ranging from elf to dwarf, and hobbit to man, looked down at the mat in confusion. It was spread out on the grass, with circles of green, red, blue, and yellow painted on it. Another, smaller piece of the mat, with smaller circles painted on it as well, laid beside it. Akira stood by her creation, a self-satisfied smile on her lipstick covered grey lips. The others simply blinked at her.
"What is this creation?" Lord Celeborn asked the young woman.
Smiling brighter, the young woman answered. "Ladies and gentlemen, the game that ties you up in knots." They all starred blankly. "Twister," she elaborated.
Haldir's eye brows scrunched together. Rumil and Orophin stood next to their brother, equally as perplexed by the strange looking mat which lay on the ground. "Is it some kind of...art?" Galadriel questioned.
"No," the red head said. "It's a game."
Pippin approached the Twister mat, starring at it warily. "How can you play with a mat that has circles painted on it?"
The young woman smiled. "Twister puts players face-to-face in a fantastically funny test of pretzel-ability. Each spin requires players to move a hand or foot onto a different colored circle on the game mat. As players maneuver around each other, it becomes harder and harder to stay in balance and still find room for hands and feet! The first one to topple is the loser! An indoor or outdoor game for 2 to 4 players." Haldir raised his eyebrow at her. She gave him a rueful smile before returning to the hobbits, who were frantically questioning the game. Akira had memorized the game description on the box. Hey, she didn't have cable. "It's my absolute favorite game of all time."
"Can we play?" Merry asked, his eyes wide with excitement. Akira smiled and nodded her head.
"Of course. We just need a pointer or an arrow or something," she said, frowning a bit. She had been completely surprised when Ruali had actually brought her the paint that she needed for the mat. She turned to see the elfin captain standing in front of her, holding out an arrow from his quiver. Rumil and Orophin exchanged glances. The young woman looked down at it and blinked. "I didn't mean literally," she said.
He sighed. "I was only trying to be helpful," the march warden said. He glanced at the Lady, who was looking intently at the Twister mat, along with the Lord. She was the one who had told him to do what he believed would be best to try and gain the young woman's trust. Obviously, it wasn't working.
Haldir looked up when he felt the arrow being snatched from his hand. The red head laid the arrow on the smaller block. "It'll have to do," she said softly. "All right!" she announced, gaining the attention of the others. "Who wants to go first?"
~~~
Laughter filled the clearing as Boromir reached his right hand towards a red circle, succeeding in once again toppling over. The hobbits chuckled as he stood up, a scowl settling on his face as he rejoined his companions. Akira stood up, smiling with triumph. "I am the undisputed champion of twister!" she yelled happily, throwing her fist into the air.
And, it was true. The Fellowship, of course including Gimli and Legolas, Rumil and Orophin, and even the Lord and Lady of Lothlorien had taken Akira on. Given years of playing the game, and extensive yoga, Akira was an excellent Twister player. It was actually a very impressive title. After all she had taken on an elfin prince, a lord and a lady, a steward of Gondor, an heir to the thrown of Gondor, and the bearer of the ring of power. The hobbits smiled happily at their friend.
"Wait," Rumil said, a mischievous smirk on his face. "You can not be undisputed until you have played this, 'Twister', with everyone. Our brother has yet to attempt to defeat you."
Orophin glared at his brother. Why must he insist on making things so difficult? Akira frowned and gazed at the march warden, who was sitting, looking as if he were deep in thought, barely paying attention to what was going on around him. The young woman turned her attention then to the other elf. "Fine," she said softly. She walked to Haldir, and stood in front of him, waiting for him to acknowledge her. "Yo," she said waving a hand in front of his face. The captain was pulled out of his pondering when he saw a pale hand in front of him.
"What?" he questioned, his eyes meeting hers.
Akira looked away for a moment, then back to the march warden. "I am challenging you," she said, smiling smugly.
The march warden raised an eyebrow, then slowly stood from his seat to face the young woman. "To what?"
The red head tried to keep the smirk off of her face. She was going to beat him so bad, he would not be able to show his face for an entire week. Show him to laugh at her.
~~~
He starred down at the young woman, his intense blue eyes boring into her darker ones. He was breathing heavily, as was she.
"Right hand, blue."
Haldir moved his hand cautiously to a blue circle, never removing his gaze from the young woman's. His muscles seemed to be aching from playing this game for so long. Why could he not win this ridiculous game?
"Left foot, green."
Akira slid her foot slowly to a green circle. She was in a sort of back bending position, holding herself up steadily. The march warden was holding himself up in an awkward position. His hands were spread inches apart, and his feet were side by side. He was holding himself up in a vertical position, while Akira was holding herself up in a more horizontal position. They were not at all close, besides the fact that their faces were hanging only inches away from each other. Each time the red head attempted to push herself up a bit more, or Haldir lost his balance a bit, they would become even closer.
Rumil smiled smugly at the sight. Ah, the glory of being the mischievous one.
Pippin flicked the arrow around again. "Haldir," he said. "Right foot, yell-"
"That's not a foot," Merry interjected. "That is clearly a hand. Haldir, left hand, yell-"
"No it's not! And it is right, not left. And look, it is five toes."
Sam peered down, looking at the key. "Those are fingers Pip."
"I believe I must agree with young master Gamgee," Lord Celeborn commented, also crowding around the smaller key. "Those are indeed fingers."
As the others began looking at the key, the two who were currently stranded on the Twister mat glared over at the group. Haldir cleared his throat, hoping to gain their attentions. Did they expect him to stay this way while they continued bickering. How hard was it to tell a hand from a foot anyway? He narrowed his icy eyes at the young woman.
Akira blinked at him. Why was he glaring at her? She didn't do anything. It wasn't her fault that the hobbits, adorable as they may be, couldn't tell the difference between toes and fingers. The young woman couldn't understand for the life of her how they couldn't. She was an excellent artist.
"No no no," Legolas told them, shaking his head. "It's a foot."
"I must agree with the Master Elf," Gimli commented. "Most definitely a foot."
Orophin could not understand how his own kindred could call that a foot, when it was so clearly a hand. "See, that is the index finger, the thumb..."
"That's the big toe," Rumil corrected.
The argument was put on hold as a large thump and some disgruntled shrieks and curses were heard. The entire group turned around, only to see the two lying on the ground.
Haldir opened his eyes, angry that he had fallen. When he opened them, he saw red hair surrounding him out of the corner of his blue eyes. He tilted his head up, only to see Akira sprawled out on top of him. Her face was buried into his neck, mumbling curses against the fabric of his shirt. The march warden wondered if she was even aware that she was on top of him, not that he minded.
He did not just think that. It was a very disturbing position. One he did not like what-so-ever. "Get off of me," he said.
The teenager was jolted back into reality. After a particularly un-lady like curse, she snapped her head up, meeting the elf's angry gaze. It was only then that she realized she was lying on top of him. She blinked, her cheeks flushing a deep red. The march warden was waiting for her to get off of him. The other's watched them intensely, wondering why Akira was simply lying there, unmoving and simply staring at Haldir.
"Get off," Haldir repeated, a bit more sternly and irritated then before. Embarrassed, and unsure of why she had not done it sooner, the young woman pushed herself off of the elf and scrambled to her feet. The march warden stood up, with a frustrating amount of more grace then she, and glared once more at her.
Akira felt her cheeks burning as she turned to face the group. She avoided the amused glances of Rumil and Aragon, and tried to keep her eyes on the grass. "Well, um," she said trying to keep the embarrassment out of her voice. "Guess that's a draw then. I'm tried," Akira announced beginning to head towards her room. "Guess I'll uh...go to sleep then. I'll um, I'll see you guy's in the morning." She smiled weakly at the hobbits, then hurried off to her own talan.
~~~
Well, I think we've established that I have a twisted mind. Who else could make a game of twister be filled with sexual tension? My talens truly are endless...Oh oh! TIME FOR SPECIAL THANKS AND Q&A TIME!
Haldir- Oh dear God...
Palmers_Girl- Thank you for telling me about spelling mistakes. It wasn't critism! It was helping me.
Nenuial-Thank you for being my beta. ^_^! (Nifty symbol huh?)
fanfictiongeek36- DER!!!!! (inside joke...)
Now, time for Q & A!!!
Dreamzer- Story is based on bookverse for the Fellowship and Two Towers (meaning Haldir does NOT go to Helm's Deep...stupid Peter Jackson...). Movieverse for Return of the King since I have yet to get my chuby little hands on the book, or the Silmilarion.
Mia (Dazzler420)- OK. First of all, I'm not going to make Akira be shy, nor am I going to make her a slut or anything. She's comfortable with her body, and has worn a number of midrif bearing shirts. The reason she was so upset about Haldir seeing her doing yoga was one, she was still a bit mad about him seeing her naked, and also when she doesn't trust him very much. She's not afraid of him, but she just doesn't really like the idea of some creepy dude (which she thinks Haldir is at the moment) watching her and stuff. I mean, come on, if you landed in some alternate universe, and the guy who withheld food from you had seen you naked, and you already thought he was some kind of freaky perv. was watching you stretching or something, you might not be to happy either. *shudders* It's kind of like my gym teachers...But at least I know your paying attention!! ^_^
That's it I think. Oh yeah! HALDIR!!!!!
Haldir- WHAT?!
Commodores R Ppl 2 says HI!
Haldir- And...? *gets hit in the head with a flip flop* I mean, Grettings and salutations. You know, that is soo true. Commodores ARE ppl too...
*rolls eyes* Anyway, I'll be posting the next chapter soon. Some1 told me I update faster then anyone they know! Ain't I just the greatest? Please review!!!