Disclaimer; Bridget is scary. I don't want her any more.
Chapter 4; Polishing the Floor.
Bridget woke to the sound of birds, she opened her eyes to see soft gold sunlight filtering into the room. Smiling pleased that her vision had returned to normal, she sat up, being careful of her throbbing head. Then she remembered what had happened the last time she woke up. 'Mwahahahaha!' she laughed to her self. 'I kissed Legolas! Or at least a Legolas look-a-like, he he… Jealous fangirls will throw rocks at me…'
It was then that Bridget noticed the might-be-elf in question sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, staring into space. She waved her hand in the air in his approximate line of sight. 'Nothing. Not even a blink.' Bridget snorted. 'Talk about obsessed, he's even doing the elfy trance thingy.'
She watched him for a while. Slowly, an evil grin spread across her face. She'd teach the look-a-like to slack off on the job, and have some fun as well…
Bridget stood up, forgetting all about her dizzy head in the midst of her excitement, and fell flat on her face with a loud "Oomph!"
Legolas was roused from his trance by a 'thump', followed by a stream of loud and rather advanced swearing... He looked over to see the girl lying face down on the floor. He wouldn't have thought someone as young as she could've know such words.
"What are you doing?" he asked quietly.
-There was silence-
"Excuse me? I said-"
"Suck arse pie fucker!"
"What? I was only asking a question." Legolas was shocked. No-one had ever spoken to him thus. Not even Aragorn.
"Well, isn't it obvious what I'm doing?" Stabbed in the head with sarcasm needles.
"You're lying on the floor swearing. Why?"
"Polishing the floor!" Bridget screamed, rolling over on to her back and staring at him.
Legolas stared back for a while, completely at a loss. Finally he said:
"Why did you kiss me?"
"Because."
"Because why?"
"Why what?"
"Why did you kiss me?" He was starting to get annoyed.
"I kissed you?" She was starting to have fun.
"Yes!"
"When?"
"Before!"
"Before what?"
"Before when you woke up!"
"I woke up?"
"Yes!"
"Well, who would have thought."
There are no words to describe to describe the state of Legolas's bewilderment. Makes a pretty picture though.
"Do you mind helping me up?" Bridget asked innocently.
"You belong on the floor." Legolas replied, reaching down and clasping her arm anyway.
"Aaaaarghack!" Bridget screamed. "Ah fuck, my arm! What'd you do?"
Legolas had clasped her by her broken arm and tried to pull her up with it.
"I'm so sorry!" he cried, kneeling down next to her, "Your arm is broken."
"My arm is broken! How come your aware of this and I'm not!"
There were tears streaming down her face and she was clutching her arm to her chest.
"I'm sorry, truly, I didn't mean-"
Just then Aragorn walked in, hearing the commotion.
"What's going on?" he asked.
"Nothing. An accident Aragorn."
"What kind of accident-"
Just then, he was interrupted. Bridget does that to people.
"Legolas? Aragorn? Who the fuck are you people! And what do you want with me?"
She had slid across the floor to the wall when Legolas was occupied.
"I am Aragorn, King-"
"Of fucking Gondor, I know. You're a liar! And don't you dare tell me your Legolas Prince-of-bloody-Mirkwood," she yelled, turning to Legolas, "'Cos he's an elf, and elves aren't real!"
FallenTruth: You are loyal. I like you. I'm glad you like it so far, but I'm kind of stuck as to where to go next, so any ideas would be welcome.
Xtyuru: I will try not to make this Mary-sue. I think you will be pleased.
Gingatastic: I know who you are!