Crazyroninchic: Well, I'm back. Are you all thrilled? I got 7 reviews. 7! I'm sooooo happy. Anyway, I was looking over my story and decided on something. I'm going for a story with unnaturally mushy moments at one second, and insane…insanity at the next (the who-the-hell-would-want-to-read-this-shit insanity), punctuated by lots of internal reflections.
So, in other words, a bipolar story with schizophrenic tendencies.
(Laughs) My story needs therapy!
This story may be a bit shorter, because it's getting late…
Chapter two
Starr's eyes fluttered openly slowly. She found herself staring a beautiful…"ARGH! Again with the beautiful!"
…domed ceiling with intricate carvings. Her whole room was this fancy, and simply breathtaking. Not unlike Starr herself.
There was a knock at the door, and a young elf came in, announcing herself to be Starr's lady-in-waiting.
For no particular reason whatsoever, the two began to have a pillow fight.
Amidst the flying feathers, Legolas entered the room, looking shocked.
Starr realized that she just happened to be in her skimpy nightgown.
"Oh, what a coincidence!" groaned Eowyn.
She shrieked and tried to cover up. Legolas merely grabbed a pillow and joined right in. Soon, several other male elves were participating, and somehow had lost their shirts…
Well, THERE'S an image I won't be complaining about!
In the excitement, Legolas pulled Starr gently out onto the balcony and shut the light doors.
He turned back to Starr and laughed. She was busy pulling feathers out of her shiny hair that cascaded down her back even despite intense physical actions. Not a hair out of place.
He began to help her, chuckling at the noise still emanating from inside. A sleeve of her nightgown slipped down and he pulled it back up, kissing her shoulder.
"Ohhhh….I've got a nosebleed!" Elladan exclaimed, stuffing tissues dramatically up his nose.
"That would be terribly romantic…" Arwen began. "But somehow she ruins it."
Aragorn just laughed and shook his head.
"Well, you two are a very romantic couple! You've probably done that before, haven't you?" Pippin asked suddenly.
Obviously remembering past escapades, Aragorn and Arwen both turned a lovely shade of crimson.
"Yeah, that's what I thought." Elrohir muttered.
Starr giggled and fluttered her ridiculously long eyelashes.
"Your hair… it rivals even that of elves…Tell me, where are you from?"
"Far away…" Star said, a slightly wistful tone in her voice. "It was so hard there…" Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. "I don't know how I made it that long…If I hadn't been brought here, I don't know what I would have done!" Thick, pearly tears began to slide down her cheeks, and she buried her face in Legolas's tunic.
He didn't know when he had even felt so soul-crushingly helpless to aid someone before.
"Soul-crushingly, eh?" Aragorn mused. "That's pretty bad."
Starr looked up at Legolas, eyes shining.
'I've never trusted anyone so much. This is the man I love. I want to be with him forever and a day!'
Legolas, as if reading her mind, leaned down and pressed his lips earnestly to hers. She gasped slightly, then relaxed as he deepened the kiss.
The room filled with laughter. The hobbits were shaking with laughter, and Faramir had to leave the room to get a hold of himself.
"If you all will just excuse me, I'll be throwing myself off the battlements now." Legolas said with fake cheer.
"Shame…on you, Leggie…Taking advantage…of a distraught…girl…" Merry managed to gasp between laughs.
"I feel like I'm the one being taken advantage of." Said Elf grumbled, seeing Gimli enjoying himself WAY too much.
They broke apart, gasping. The kiss was magical. It was the most intense and beautiful moment of their entire lives.
Legolas gathered Starr up in his arms. "Oh, Starr, I love you! We were meant to be together! I shall always be yours!"
"It is fate…" she whispered.
"Oh, this is ridiculous!" Arwen suddenly snapped, uncharacteristically. "She's known him, for what, a day! He could be a convicted child molester for all she knows!"
"HEY!"
"I didn't say you really WERE, Legolas."
Gimli just found this so amusing he laughed so hard he passed out. This was a good day to be a Dwarf. Hell, this was a good day for everyone except Legolas.
"Keep going!" Elladan urged.
Elrohir nodded. "I'm guessing there is an NC-17 scene coming up…" he turned the page to continue, ignoring the look of pure horror on the Prince of Mirkwood's face.
To be continued…
Oh… a cliff hanger! I'm not actually trying to be mean, but I have to wrap this up for tonight. I'll most likely be posting again really soon, so no fear!