Disclaimer: Legolas likes me. He said so. But still, he's not mine. :(
Weeks had gone by. Bridget had spoken to Gandalf only briefly since the night they had dined together, and he hadn't found anything positive to tell her. She sighed. She had been watching Legolas practise his archery all morning, and even if he had shown absolutely no sign of interest in her, that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy a good perve.
Muscles rippled beneath the light, pale blue silk of his shirt, standing in his archers' stance, staring intently down the shaft of the arrow…
Suddenly he loosed, the arrow making a loud 'Whack!' as it hit the target, and Bridget had been so busy daydreaming that she wasn't paying attention anymore and fell backwards off the wall she was sitting on in shock, going "Waaaaaarghniha!" and then 'Thump!' as she hit the ground.
Picking herself up off the ground, Bridget peered cautiously over the wall and found that Legolas was staring intently down at, not his arrow, but at her.
"Are you alright Bridget?"
"Yes. I'm quite fine, actually." She said calmly, though her cheeks aflame.
"How did you fall off the wall?"
"I ah, lost my balance."
"An elf would never lose their balance."
"Yeah, I've noticed. You never fall over."
"But what made you lose your balance in the first place?" Legolas actually had a pretty clear idea why. He had been aware that Bridget was watching him, and though he didn't quite know how he felt about that, it had given him a strange feeling of pride. Watching out the corner of his eye, he had seen her face go all dreamy, and had thought it was the most peaceful he had every seen her. But now she was frowning and looked like she wanted to strangle something.
"I didn't even lose my balance anyway! I fell off 'cos I wanted to! You should try it some time, it's very… Oh I've forgotten the word! You know, learning experience? Aaah, forget it, I'm useless." The last part was mumbled as Bridget waved her hand dismissively in the air. But Legolas heard her anyway.
"What could I possibly learn from falling off a wall?"
"I said forget it."
"Yes, I heard."
"Then why did you ask for! Bloody mono-browed mongoloid…Hmmph. Later elf."
"Where are going?"
"To see Harod. He said he had something important to tell me."
"You really like this boy, don't you?"
"He's nice. And he has already said he likes me."
"Is it serious?"
"Depends. On weither Gandalf finds a way for me to get home or not."
Legolas was studying Bridgets face. She looked worried, and it saddened him that this had become the norm for her. In a time when everyone was enjoying their hard won peace, he felt it was unfair that she was not happy too. He smiled (we all know the one.), and was rewarded with a smile back.
"Well have fun! And behave yourself!" he said, waging a finger mockingly.
"Haha! You know that's not possible.!"
Laughing, Bridget strolled off, and Legolas watched her go with a touch of sadness in his heart.
Estelle Tiniwiel : I'm glad you like it! Bridget is based loosely on my self, but I only act like that when I feel comfortable with the people I'm with. Bridget does have a lot of random craziness though… Haha, hope you enjoy this chapter.
Child of Fenris : Of course it is! Were else would I get my inspiration?
Gingatastic: Yes. Yes I did. Lol.
I don't have very many regular reviewers do I? I have more. They're just all over the place. Lol.