Authors note: Matt . . . . ur a perv and have no right calling me one. And I have no interest in what you meant by that statement. What disturbs me more is the fact that first) you are what . . . . two years younger than me? And second) the only face you associate the name 'Melannen' with is me. Which means either a) you're gay or b) I turn you on. shudder that's all that needs to be said. Okay, that's enough . . . to the story!
"Legolas?" Melannen called up the stairs. There was no answer. She called again, but received the same response, complete silence. "Legolas!" She shouted out the back door, hoping that he had just not heard her. Though she was alone. Where he had gone in such a hurry without telling her a single thing, Melannen did not know. No note saying why, or when he would return. If he would return. Melannen was even unsure if he would ever come back. She had been unsure about many things within the last few days.
She walked slowly into the kitchen, wondering why she had even dared to trust him again. Melannen poured herself a cup of coffee and dumped about seven spoon-fulls of sugar into the steaming cup. Still, though, the drink seemed bitter and left a bad taste in her mouth. Just like the thought of Legolas.
The Elf jumped when the doorbell trilled shrilly. She got up and went to the front door. When Melannen opened it, she was surprised by what she saw. A young woman stood there, with dark brown hair and skin tight clothes.
"Where is that bastard? I know he's in there! Hiding!" She shouted over Melannen's shoulder. "I know your in there! Sometimes you have to have a little responsibility, ya know?
Melannen took a step backwards. "May I ask, who are you looking for?" Then I'll tell you whether or not you can rip him to pieces.
"Who are you? His newest plaything? No doubt." Whoever she was, she was far too brash for Melannen's liking.
"A name, I need a name."
She flicked her hair, "Liv."
Big help, 'Liv.' "Who are you looking for?" Melannen repeated.
"Orlando, where is he? Either he's nowhere to be found or two places at once!"
Melannen laughed, if only she had the slightest clue.
"Do you think this is funny?"
"Not at all." Melannen was enjoying the little game with Elladan's mortal dalliance.
"Then why are you laughing? My hair was like frickin' green for like a week!" She hissed.
Melannen gasped. "Oh no! That's awful!"
"How dare you mock me?"
There was a laugh. "How dare she? She is so evil."
Both turned to see Legolas standing behind them in the doorway, an impish grin on his face. "Where were you?" Melannen asked.
"In the shower."
"Oh." Melannen cursed herself for being so stupid. And so supposing.
He smiled, "Were you worried, meleth nin?"
"La."
Liv smiled and licked her lips, making a loud and offensive smacking sound. "I'm glad I brought my library card, so I can check you out."
Legolas arched his eyebrows, before shaking his head. "Did Orli forget to mention me? Please, next time you see him, tell him" the Prince pretended to check his nails. "That he forgot his pink, fuzzy handcuffs and I will be keeping them hostage until he comes back." Legolas tsked and feigned talking to himself in an almost Gollum-like manor. "And the purple thong. But wait, what if he wanted me to have it, the sweetie. No, it was his favorite, I shouldn't keep it. But he wanted me to have it . . . . ugh." he faced Liv again. "Ask him if he wants his purple thong back too, you know, the one with little shiny jewels."
Melannen choked and Liv blanched to a shade of unearthly paleness.
Legolas saw that he was getting the desired effect by his little joke, so he went a step farther. "Oh, also tell him that," he sighed. "That– oh, I shouldn't be telling you this." he giggled, "Tell him that I had a wonderful time." Melannen shot him a sideways glance and Liv looked ready to throw up. "Oh, yeah, and if I forgot to mention, his—." Liv turned around and ran full speed towards her car before the sound of burning rubber was heard as she hastened away.
Melannen faced him. "What in the name of Iluvatar was that?"
"An idea."
"You mean a fantasy."
"No, I mean a way to get rid of little fire pants."
She pointed a finger in his direction, opening her mouth many times, but never starting a sentence. "You . . . you worry me."
"I know." he said with an impish grin.
Melannen cursed herself. How could she have been so stupid? How could she have let this happen? Again. Someone would have thought she had learned her lesson, but no. Legolas had left two days earlier to 'clear up' some aspects of his 'former life.' Melannen was sure that if she knew what he had meant by the statement, she would have kicked him out. Though hadn't she had enough torture over the past two-thousand and sixteen years? What was it with her life that the Valar loved to ruin so much? At the time, though, only one question was paramount in her mind. . . . . . how was she going to tell Legolas? She had hit a wall on that one.
