Legolas held out his hand to Melannen, "Come on, I'm not going to let you fall." He sat on his bike, beckoning her to stand on the pegs.
"For some reason I don't trust you." She said, shaking her head.
"You're impossible!"
"Fine, if you insist." she said, grabbing his shoulders and hoisting herself up.
Before Melannen was able to even get a firm grip, they were flying down the hill. She heard Legolas laughing, more than likely at her. As they neared the bottom Melannen noticed the large puddle that covered a the path ahead.
"This bike has fenders, right?"
"Of course." He lied.
There was the sound of the tires slicing through the accumulated rainwater, followed by a very shrill scream. Not only had his bike not had fenders, but at their speed, the cold, brownish water had spewed all of the way up Melannen's back. "Legolas I'm going to kill you! This was one of my best shirts and now it's ruined!"
"What a pity." he said derisively, "Isn't it that tight white one? Too bad it didn't go down the front." Melannen smacked him. "What was that for?"
"You know well why, Prince Legolas."
"You sound like my mother." He laughed, "Why 'Prince' anyway? Last night I was God." the comment earned him another stinging slap.
Days passed, then months, and time crawled by. Before they knew it, two years had slipped away. Two wonderful years, but both of them knew it would not last forever, of course they might, but not wonderful. It is an transient thing, and never likes to visit for very long. While Misery, on the other hand, had its own plans of destroying everything they had accomplished.
Author's note- evil laugh
