Sorry for the slight delay in updates. School's back after a week off,
which means that free time is increasingly harder to come by. I'm currently
writing it out in class and typing it up the first chance I get. I'll
update as often as possible!
And to explain about the company. The buildings hold offices, but they also hold apartments for the elves.
*
"Hey! Legolas, get off." Aragorn grunted as he tried to push the exuberant elf off him. "What in the name of the Valar has gotten into you?"
Legolas began to giggle wildly, giving Aragorn wanton looks at the same time. "I missed you," he whispered. Aragorn's eyes widened as he backed into a wall.
"Legolas, bugger off," Elladan ordered, grabbing the squirming prince and holding him back.
"But it's my love!" Legolas protested, trying to break free. "I've been waiting for this opportunity for 30 000 years. Don't you want me to be happy?" He began to sniffle.
"Here we go again," Elladan muttered.
Aragorn looked close to tears himself. "What has happened?" he asked. "Why is Legolas so... that. What happened to him? Would you PLEASE explain?"
"Yes," Elladan promised, trying to maintain his hold on Legolas. "Just as soon as we take care of Don Juan here."
Aragorn was about to ask whom Don Juan was when Elrohir returned with LOTS of rope.
After several minutes, near escapes, and Aragorn-maulings, they finally had Legolas sitting unhappily on the floor, arms and legs bound tightly.
"What do we do with him now?" Elrohir asked.
"Take him to his father," Elladan suggested. "He deserves to be stuck with him for awhile."
"How do you propose we get him there? His feet are bound," Elrohir pointed out. And evil glint flashed in Elladan's eyes.
The twins and their foster brother walked to Thranduil's room (possibly taking a longer route than necessary) dragging Legolas behind them with a long piece of rope.
Elladan was about to knock on the door, but paused as something caught his attention.
"What's that sound?" Legolas asked innocently from the floor, blinking up at them. Horrific realization dawned over the twins' faces and Aragorn gulped as they realized just what those sounds were.
"Uh... maybe we should come by later," Elrohir suggested.
"Why?" Legolas asked, frowning.
"I think your father's rather... busy at the moment," Elladan said.
"Too b-busy for me? But I thought he l-loved m-m-me. Ada! D-don't you l- love me?" Legolas began to sob loudly, thankfully concealing a shouted name from inside the room. His sobs reached a piercing intensity, and the twins held their sensitive ears desperately.
"We have to get him to stay quiet," Aragorn yelled.
"Are there any sedatives nearby?" Elladan cried to his brother.
Elrohir shook his head. "No!"
"Well, back to the tried and true method." Elladan grabbed a nearby fire extinguisher, knocking Legolas unconscious with it. Their ears rang as silence took over. Then, before anybody could come out to see what was wrong, they took off for the twins' apartment; Legolas bouncing behind them, no longer capable of complaining about carpet burns.
They deposited Legolas unceremoniously in the hall. Elladan grabbed three bottles of rum and they sat down.
"What," asked Aragorn, "Has happened? Why is Legolas behaving like a child and Thranduil like a, a..."
"Sex kitten?" Elrohir offered.
"Yes, a-" he turned to look at the twin. "WHAT is a sex kitten?"
Elladan sighed. "Drink up, Estel. You're going to need it."
*
Sometime later, things began to make more sense to Aragorn. Although then again, it may have just been the alcohol.
"So the people who live in this world think what happened to us is a story."
"Yes. A fictional story," Elladan said.
"Fictional?"
"Not real... made up," he explained.
"But why would they think that?"
"Well maybe if SOMEONE hadn't gotten drunk and told Tolkien..." Elrohir muttered.
"It wasn't me!" Elladan insisted.
"And they write stories about us?" Aragorn continued, ignoring their arguing. "Called fics." Elrohir nodded. "I THINK I mostly understand. But what does this have to do with Legolas' behaviour?"
"We think some of the fics may be turning to reality, somehow," Elrohir said. Aragorn frowned in confusion. "Y'see, there are a lot of fics out there about you... and Legolas."
"Well I should hope so," Aragorn exclaimed. "We were in the fellowship together. He's one of my best friends! Or at least, the old one was."
Elladan snorted with laughter. "You misunderstand, Estel. There are stories about you and Legolas. Together."
"You mean... the way he was trying to be together earlier?"
Both twins nodded.
"Will this start affecting me too?"
"Possibly," Elrohir said. "So far we've only noticed it with Legolas and Thranduil."
Aragorn sunk down in his seat. "Arwen is going to kill me."
Out of nowhere, a blond blur catapulted across the room, landing square on Aragorn's lap. "I'll kiss it better!" Legolas offered with a broad grin.
Elrohir smacked his head against the wall as Aragorn desperately tried to rid himself of Legolas. Observing them all for a moment, Elladan downed his rum in five gulps.
And to explain about the company. The buildings hold offices, but they also hold apartments for the elves.
*
"Hey! Legolas, get off." Aragorn grunted as he tried to push the exuberant elf off him. "What in the name of the Valar has gotten into you?"
Legolas began to giggle wildly, giving Aragorn wanton looks at the same time. "I missed you," he whispered. Aragorn's eyes widened as he backed into a wall.
"Legolas, bugger off," Elladan ordered, grabbing the squirming prince and holding him back.
"But it's my love!" Legolas protested, trying to break free. "I've been waiting for this opportunity for 30 000 years. Don't you want me to be happy?" He began to sniffle.
"Here we go again," Elladan muttered.
Aragorn looked close to tears himself. "What has happened?" he asked. "Why is Legolas so... that. What happened to him? Would you PLEASE explain?"
"Yes," Elladan promised, trying to maintain his hold on Legolas. "Just as soon as we take care of Don Juan here."
Aragorn was about to ask whom Don Juan was when Elrohir returned with LOTS of rope.
After several minutes, near escapes, and Aragorn-maulings, they finally had Legolas sitting unhappily on the floor, arms and legs bound tightly.
"What do we do with him now?" Elrohir asked.
"Take him to his father," Elladan suggested. "He deserves to be stuck with him for awhile."
"How do you propose we get him there? His feet are bound," Elrohir pointed out. And evil glint flashed in Elladan's eyes.
The twins and their foster brother walked to Thranduil's room (possibly taking a longer route than necessary) dragging Legolas behind them with a long piece of rope.
Elladan was about to knock on the door, but paused as something caught his attention.
"What's that sound?" Legolas asked innocently from the floor, blinking up at them. Horrific realization dawned over the twins' faces and Aragorn gulped as they realized just what those sounds were.
"Uh... maybe we should come by later," Elrohir suggested.
"Why?" Legolas asked, frowning.
"I think your father's rather... busy at the moment," Elladan said.
"Too b-busy for me? But I thought he l-loved m-m-me. Ada! D-don't you l- love me?" Legolas began to sob loudly, thankfully concealing a shouted name from inside the room. His sobs reached a piercing intensity, and the twins held their sensitive ears desperately.
"We have to get him to stay quiet," Aragorn yelled.
"Are there any sedatives nearby?" Elladan cried to his brother.
Elrohir shook his head. "No!"
"Well, back to the tried and true method." Elladan grabbed a nearby fire extinguisher, knocking Legolas unconscious with it. Their ears rang as silence took over. Then, before anybody could come out to see what was wrong, they took off for the twins' apartment; Legolas bouncing behind them, no longer capable of complaining about carpet burns.
They deposited Legolas unceremoniously in the hall. Elladan grabbed three bottles of rum and they sat down.
"What," asked Aragorn, "Has happened? Why is Legolas behaving like a child and Thranduil like a, a..."
"Sex kitten?" Elrohir offered.
"Yes, a-" he turned to look at the twin. "WHAT is a sex kitten?"
Elladan sighed. "Drink up, Estel. You're going to need it."
*
Sometime later, things began to make more sense to Aragorn. Although then again, it may have just been the alcohol.
"So the people who live in this world think what happened to us is a story."
"Yes. A fictional story," Elladan said.
"Fictional?"
"Not real... made up," he explained.
"But why would they think that?"
"Well maybe if SOMEONE hadn't gotten drunk and told Tolkien..." Elrohir muttered.
"It wasn't me!" Elladan insisted.
"And they write stories about us?" Aragorn continued, ignoring their arguing. "Called fics." Elrohir nodded. "I THINK I mostly understand. But what does this have to do with Legolas' behaviour?"
"We think some of the fics may be turning to reality, somehow," Elrohir said. Aragorn frowned in confusion. "Y'see, there are a lot of fics out there about you... and Legolas."
"Well I should hope so," Aragorn exclaimed. "We were in the fellowship together. He's one of my best friends! Or at least, the old one was."
Elladan snorted with laughter. "You misunderstand, Estel. There are stories about you and Legolas. Together."
"You mean... the way he was trying to be together earlier?"
Both twins nodded.
"Will this start affecting me too?"
"Possibly," Elrohir said. "So far we've only noticed it with Legolas and Thranduil."
Aragorn sunk down in his seat. "Arwen is going to kill me."
Out of nowhere, a blond blur catapulted across the room, landing square on Aragorn's lap. "I'll kiss it better!" Legolas offered with a broad grin.
Elrohir smacked his head against the wall as Aragorn desperately tried to rid himself of Legolas. Observing them all for a moment, Elladan downed his rum in five gulps.