Something Special

Author: Lil-Hellraiser

Disclaimer: Don't own any of em. Nope, just my computer here and my poster of Orlando.

I realized through my immensely long writer's block that this is a ROMANCE fanfiction, and therefore, it should have romance IN IT. So, without further ado, a fluffy chapter!

Chase and I talked most of the afternoon, sharing our stories and experiences, discoveries and ideas, pain and heartbreak…well, at least Chase's pain and heartbreak. He had gotten himself involved with a lady elf about five years ago and was stunned to learn that she had been only fooling with him before her marriage took place in a month. Something to do with living again, last chances, bull like that. Needless to say, it left Chase quite upset.

"So," he sighed dramatically. "Enough about my pathetic life. Anyone special in yours?"

I was blushing on the spot. Was there…no. No, right? I mean, Legolas and I had had some brief meetings before, but please! I hadn't even spoken to him in at least two years! I decided to turn the tables.

"Why…are you hinting at something, sir?" I sat up and laid a hand over my heart, batting my eyelashes suggestively. He caught on, but ruined the moment. "Ew. No thanks, Jolie." I threw a pillow off my bed at him, but he batted it away easily.

"Stop avoiding the subject," He said with a grin. I flopped down on the bed, but wouldn't tell. There was nothing TO tell. "Come on…" He pressed.

"Okay, jeez…" I closed my eyes tightly. "Well…there is someone…"

And I was interrupted by the sound of yelling elves. There were too many to hear what they were saying, but Chase stared at me, seemingly not hearing them.

"What's going on?" I asked, scrambling to my window to see. Chase waved an unconcerned hand.

"Just some new arrivals, probably," Then he gasped. "Shit! I have to go!"

And he was gone.

I exhaled a deep breath. At least we were off the subject of my love life. WHICH, by the way, I didn't have. The new arrivals were elves, no doubt, and their clothing was unfamiliar to me. It was green, and most certainly not regal like in Rivendell, or terribly fashionable like in Lorien. It seemed very casual and laid back, almost. They had pretty horses.

I quickly fixed my hair into an acceptable braid, smoothed my dress out, and left my talan to see the commotion.

The elves were massed together, talking and mingling, and I didn't know what to do. Glorfindel was among them, so I thought I might as well head over in his direction, as I didn't want to just sit back like an idiot. I was just about to move when I spotted him.

An elf with long flaxen hair, crystalline blue eyes, and weathered green and brown traveling clothes. His signature bow and arrows were still on his back, and his twin daggers had not been moved from their comfortable spot at his waist. He hadn't changed much, of course. I was suddenly overwhelmed with an unfamiliar feelings…nervousness, maybe? In any case, he looked up at me and my heart was beating as if I had just participated in a marathon. I managed a quick wave and tried to turn away, but he was suddenly walking towards me.

I was caught up in his form. He looked like a soldier returning home from war, looking weary but happy, eyes full of experiences and journeys. I found myself wondering if he had a significant other waiting for him. Back in Mirkwood.

"Jolie," He breathed, stopping a foot from me, looking down. I glanced up, taken aback by his closeness. He lifted a hand between us and took my hand. Then he bent down and raised it to his lips, kissing it softly. His lips tickled my hand; they felt like velvet flower petals.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Jolie, where did that come from?

I composed myself and nodded at him, smiling.

"Greetings, Legolas." I said, my breath catching as he lifted his head from my knuckles, but didn't let go. "How…" I coughed. "How have you been?"

This was so stupid. I hadn't seen him for years and even now the way he was acting made me feel like an obsessed fan-girl.

He smiled slightly and bent down close to my ear. His breath was making me shiver. Shiver! For God's sake…

"Lonely." He said simply, but with meaning behind it. My heart was beating so fast that I felt at any moment it would just die on me.

"R—really?" I asked, trying to act like I was unconcerned with his closeness. He had leaned away slightly, to my relief, and was staring at me with his clear eyes. "Um…" I cleared my throat. My voice was getting high. I imagined that I was extremely flushed as well. "Ah…maybe we could meet sometime…like, to talk." But that sounded so wrong to my ears. Just talk. Sure.

But he seemed…pleased…with the idea.

"Until later, Jolie," He said, and giving my hand a small squeeze, disappeared into the throes of elves, not once looking back. I stared after him for as long as I could, but eventually lost him.

"Is that him?" I turned to see Chase. I squealed with surprise, attracting the attention of most of the elves. I smiled sheepishly and turned back to Chase.

"Where'd you come from?" I asked hurriedly. "And how much did you see?"

"Lighten up, princess," He said with a grin. "Who's he?"

"You'll laugh," I said, crossing my arms.

"No, I won't. Scouts honor," He raised two fingers to his forehead in a salute. I rolled my eyes, partly because of the way he was goading me into this situation, and partly because I knew he would be using that whole "scouts honor" thing a whole lot more, considering he was an actual scout now.

"Legolas Greenleaf,"

At first Chase had no reaction. Then he furrowed his brows. "Beg pardon?"

"Legolas," I repeated. Then I realized that he was doing his best not to laugh.

"Oh, just let it out," I snapped. He turned up his head and shook it.

"Scouts…honor…" He breathed in and out slowly.

"Hey, you have a crush on ARWEN, remember?" I said the name loudly, causing him to shut up.

"Yeah, but I didn't follow through with it," He reminded me once he was sure that no one was listening.

"I didn't follow through with anything!" I insisted.

"You guys were digging on each other so bad," Chase said, grinning broadly. "He wouldn't stop staring at you and you were all flustered looking…it was cute. Really. A prince charming to match the princess."

I gaped at him. He wasn't implying that Legolas actually liked me?

"Oh, don't even," He said evenly, guiding me into a little underbrush near a pond. The trees were a magnificent shade of gold and in the sunset they looked dazzling enough to make me forget what Chase was talking about.

"Now, when did you guys get together?" He said, snapping me out of my trance-like state. I raised one eyebrow.

"Get together?" I said heatedly.

"Fine…meet for the first time, I guess," He said, rephrasing himself. "Either way you say it, y'all obviously have something going on."

I glared.

But deep down, I knew that there was something strange about our meetings. Normal people would have simply said hello, how are you, how's the family, and so on. And then eventually goodbye.

I'm sure there was something I missed. And I couldn't deny to myself that I might just have a teensie weensie little crush on him. But that was only expected, right? I mean, two years without seeing someone will do that to you. I think.

"It's plain that you like him," Chase said smartly. "In fact, you're probably thinking about him right now."

My cheeks burned and I moved to smack his shoulder.

"Why don't you go take a walk with him sometime?" He asked after he had moved out of my way, only further agitating me.

"We've already made plans," I said, knowing that Chase was never going to let me live this down.

"Have you?" His grin was pure torture.

"Don't look at me that way," I almost pleaded. "Can't we just forget this?"

He looked very menacing for a minute. I almost lost hope.

"Fine," He said, and I let out a relieved breath. "I won't get involved, though I really want to."

He smiled wider.

"It's best to let things take their natural course anyway. And besides, you know y'all are gonna end up getting married anyway."

I made a move to smack him and hit my mark.

He rubbed his head gently.

"Hey, only joking," He said lightly, though I could tell he hadn't been. "But no matter what you say, you guys will be very close, be it as friends or otherwise."

I guffawed. Yet for some reason, I held a secret pride for knowing that someone thought we were going to end up together.

Author's Note: The only reason it's taken me so long to update is because I was stupidwrote/saved this on my sister's computer and she's always kicking me off it, so I never got it finished. Sorry! Not doing that again...writing on my sister's computer, I mean. I'll always have time to update this story! I have SO MUCH planned...that's not even counting when The War of the Ring begins.