Post anyone? BTW, the references where I know what Leggy is talking about, it's from Lost In Rivendell. Also, my friend Annie and Frodo...well, I asked her, and this is what she really said she would do, so... *shrugs*
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Quickly, I usher my five guests into the house as quietly as possible, and we carry Annie back into her bedroom. After a few moments, I succeed in reviving her. Annie moans, and touches her head, blinking up at me.
"Annie, please pull yourself together. I need your help!" I say irritably, glancing at my watch and noticing I am late.
Annie is suddenly very awake. "You mean I didn't dream it?!! You did bring Frodo Baggins to my house! What…how…" She begins, but I cut her off.
"Annie, believe me, if I knew, I would tell you. I have to go to school and work, so I need you to look after them for today. Please, don't scare Frodo too much. I think you'd kill him from shock if you came on too him too many times. After all, in the last 24 hours he's been taken from his world into this one and I think being hit on by a girl two feet taller than him wouldn't help. Sam would kill you anyway. And watch these guys, they're a handful, I can tell already." I pause for a moment and then begin ticking things off my fingers. "Keep Legolas away from radios. Keep Pippin away from sugar. Keep Sam away from your yard, that state of it would give him a heart attack! Keep Merry away from…well, actually, I don't know what to keep him away from yet, but he's been acting very mischievous, so keep an eye on him. Keep Frodo away from…well, I hate to say this, but on second thought, keep him away from you!" Annie gives me a hurt look, but I know her too well.
I stand up quickly, and head for the door, but not before grabbing Legolas' arm and pulling him aside. "I'm not kidding, keep her away from Frodo…Never leave Frodo alone, as a matter of fact." Legolas looks confused but nods. "Good." I sigh. "Please, behave yourself and keep an eye on the hobbits." With that, I am out the door, already knowing that I am incredibly late.
*****
Hours and hours later, I drag myself wearily out of my car. It is 12:30 in the morning, and I have finally gotten off work. I want nothing more than to go to bed, but I somehow make it to Annie's doorstep and knock quietly.
To my surprise, Merry answers. He gives me a huge grin and lets me in. "Where is everyone?" I ask softly.
Merry seems to think a moment, glancing around. "Well…I think Sam is watching the TV, I think it is?" I nod quickly, already worried about what Sam is watching. "Pippin is in the kitchen." //Of course.// I think. "I'm not sure where Legolas is, and Frodo is…I think he's with your friend."
I immediately grab the small hobbit by the shoulders and shake him. "You mean his alone with her?!!" I demand. Merry gives me a hesitant nod, not sure what's wrong with that. "Crap!" I cry and run into the bedroom.
Annie looks up as I burst in the door, and so does Frodo. Annie grins impishly, and it is then that I see there is just a slight bit of the lipgloss Annie wears on Frodo's lips. The hobbit in question looks at me gratefully, his eyes huge. I give Annie a glare. "Frodo, go to the car, now." I order, and he moves quickly to obey, obviously glad to be leaving.
"Annie Sanchez!" I cry the minute he is out the door. "How could you?"
Annie gives me yet another hurt look. "What?!!" She pauses, the looks away slightly. "He's so sweet." She gives me a small smile, her eyes slightly starry, and her expression seems to say I should understand that she couldn't resist.
I give Annie an incredulous look. "Sweet?!! Sweet?!!! Have you forgotten what Frodo does?!" Annie and I are always at odds because I love Sam. I hold up my right hand and wave the index finger suggestively. "Just remember, in the very end, if it weren't for Gollum, Frodo could have been the next Sauron, or close to it." Annie glares at me, not believing a word, but I storm out of the room…and almost into Merry and Frodo.
"I could have been what?" Frodo asks quietly, horror etched on his face, his hand resting on his chest. Merry is staring at me silently.
Immediately, I am terrified. How could I have let that slip? "It was a figure of speech. Don't worry, Frodo, all will be well in the end." Frodo gives me a look that clearly says he does not believe me, and I sigh. "You could never be like Sauron, you have too good a heart…I was just trying to discourage Annie, that's all." I am lying through my teeth, but I hope he cannot tell. All will never again be well, and somewhere, I think he knows that already. Frodo nods wordlessly and heads for the door.
With a heart broken sigh, I rush to the den to retrieve Sam from the clutches of TV. To my absolute horror, but I must admit, not to my surprise, he is watching FotR. Fortunately, he is only at the council of Elrond, and I quickly flip it off. "Time to go." I say, and Sam gets up with a sigh. "Do you know where Legolas is?" I ask Sam.
Sam thinks a moment and I think is about to say no when I hear Pippin's voice from the doorway. "He went to see the horses." He says, and when I turn to see Pippin, I can tell he has been stuffing himself by the crumbs in the corners of his mouth and on his jacket.
I shake my head at him with a grin. "Lets go get him." I say and usher the hobbits to the door.
*****
I find Legolas sitting quietly with Annie's three horses. Mystic is lying down and Legolas is resting his head and shoulders against her chest. Missy is standing over him, and for a moment I am terrified he will be trampled by her, should she become spooked, so I turn off the car. As I get out of the car, however, I meet another surprise. Layla is lying quietly next to Legolas letting him pet her! That brat has never even stood still once for me, and Legolas is with her for one day! "Elves." I mutter underneath my breath, walking over.
As I get closer, I can hear Legolas speaking quietly, soothingly in elvish to the horses. For a moment I really wish I spoke elvish so I could understand what he is saying. I can make out a few words I know, but not many. "What do you think you're doing laying down in a horse pasture, do you want to be killed?!!" I demand, opening the gate.
Legolas looks at me calmly. "Manaseth, Bramblerose, and Luminal would never hurt me, I am in no danger." He shakes his head. "Humans. No matter how much you are with horses you still tend to maintain the belief that they are stupid." His voice is derogatory, and I glare at him irritably.
"I was referring to the smell, you pointy-eared, stuck-up…elf!" I retaliate, not really angry, but used to calling anyone and everyone I am even mildly annoyed at names. "Get up. You're lucky this place has been freshly cleaned and that she let you lay against her, because if you are even slightly dirty you can sleep with them tonight." Since Legolas was in the pasture instead of the pen, he seems to have lucked out. "It's time to go." I tell him, going to leave.
I can hear Legolas saying goodbye to the horses, again calling them elvish names, and I sigh and turn around. "The dark one is Mystic. The light one is Missy. The one-year-old is Layla." I inform him.
Legolas nods slowly. "I did not know their names, so I gave them elvish ones." He lays a hand on Mystic's nose. "I named her Manaseth, after Elrohir's horse. Elrohir gave her to me as a gift during a particularly trying time in my life. She was one of the greatest friends I had." Legolas has a small smile on his face. His description and the name suddenly shock me as I remember something I once wrote.
Legolas seems not to notice, moving on to Missy and putting his hand on her neck. "This one I named Bramblerose, after a hobbit I once met when I was younger. She cared for me, at risk to herself." Legolas pets her for a moment and moves to the last one.
"The small one I named Luminal, because she reminded me of my little sister. She was sweet but very pushy and wanted a lot of attention at times, but we all loved her so." Legolas' voice is very quiet now, but I barely notice.
Legolas doesn't have to say she died, because I know now that he is referring to events from my stories, and I grimace at the look of pain on his face as I look up. "We have to go." I say hoarsely, leaving as quickly as I can.
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Well? What think ye?
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Quickly, I usher my five guests into the house as quietly as possible, and we carry Annie back into her bedroom. After a few moments, I succeed in reviving her. Annie moans, and touches her head, blinking up at me.
"Annie, please pull yourself together. I need your help!" I say irritably, glancing at my watch and noticing I am late.
Annie is suddenly very awake. "You mean I didn't dream it?!! You did bring Frodo Baggins to my house! What…how…" She begins, but I cut her off.
"Annie, believe me, if I knew, I would tell you. I have to go to school and work, so I need you to look after them for today. Please, don't scare Frodo too much. I think you'd kill him from shock if you came on too him too many times. After all, in the last 24 hours he's been taken from his world into this one and I think being hit on by a girl two feet taller than him wouldn't help. Sam would kill you anyway. And watch these guys, they're a handful, I can tell already." I pause for a moment and then begin ticking things off my fingers. "Keep Legolas away from radios. Keep Pippin away from sugar. Keep Sam away from your yard, that state of it would give him a heart attack! Keep Merry away from…well, actually, I don't know what to keep him away from yet, but he's been acting very mischievous, so keep an eye on him. Keep Frodo away from…well, I hate to say this, but on second thought, keep him away from you!" Annie gives me a hurt look, but I know her too well.
I stand up quickly, and head for the door, but not before grabbing Legolas' arm and pulling him aside. "I'm not kidding, keep her away from Frodo…Never leave Frodo alone, as a matter of fact." Legolas looks confused but nods. "Good." I sigh. "Please, behave yourself and keep an eye on the hobbits." With that, I am out the door, already knowing that I am incredibly late.
*****
Hours and hours later, I drag myself wearily out of my car. It is 12:30 in the morning, and I have finally gotten off work. I want nothing more than to go to bed, but I somehow make it to Annie's doorstep and knock quietly.
To my surprise, Merry answers. He gives me a huge grin and lets me in. "Where is everyone?" I ask softly.
Merry seems to think a moment, glancing around. "Well…I think Sam is watching the TV, I think it is?" I nod quickly, already worried about what Sam is watching. "Pippin is in the kitchen." //Of course.// I think. "I'm not sure where Legolas is, and Frodo is…I think he's with your friend."
I immediately grab the small hobbit by the shoulders and shake him. "You mean his alone with her?!!" I demand. Merry gives me a hesitant nod, not sure what's wrong with that. "Crap!" I cry and run into the bedroom.
Annie looks up as I burst in the door, and so does Frodo. Annie grins impishly, and it is then that I see there is just a slight bit of the lipgloss Annie wears on Frodo's lips. The hobbit in question looks at me gratefully, his eyes huge. I give Annie a glare. "Frodo, go to the car, now." I order, and he moves quickly to obey, obviously glad to be leaving.
"Annie Sanchez!" I cry the minute he is out the door. "How could you?"
Annie gives me yet another hurt look. "What?!!" She pauses, the looks away slightly. "He's so sweet." She gives me a small smile, her eyes slightly starry, and her expression seems to say I should understand that she couldn't resist.
I give Annie an incredulous look. "Sweet?!! Sweet?!!! Have you forgotten what Frodo does?!" Annie and I are always at odds because I love Sam. I hold up my right hand and wave the index finger suggestively. "Just remember, in the very end, if it weren't for Gollum, Frodo could have been the next Sauron, or close to it." Annie glares at me, not believing a word, but I storm out of the room…and almost into Merry and Frodo.
"I could have been what?" Frodo asks quietly, horror etched on his face, his hand resting on his chest. Merry is staring at me silently.
Immediately, I am terrified. How could I have let that slip? "It was a figure of speech. Don't worry, Frodo, all will be well in the end." Frodo gives me a look that clearly says he does not believe me, and I sigh. "You could never be like Sauron, you have too good a heart…I was just trying to discourage Annie, that's all." I am lying through my teeth, but I hope he cannot tell. All will never again be well, and somewhere, I think he knows that already. Frodo nods wordlessly and heads for the door.
With a heart broken sigh, I rush to the den to retrieve Sam from the clutches of TV. To my absolute horror, but I must admit, not to my surprise, he is watching FotR. Fortunately, he is only at the council of Elrond, and I quickly flip it off. "Time to go." I say, and Sam gets up with a sigh. "Do you know where Legolas is?" I ask Sam.
Sam thinks a moment and I think is about to say no when I hear Pippin's voice from the doorway. "He went to see the horses." He says, and when I turn to see Pippin, I can tell he has been stuffing himself by the crumbs in the corners of his mouth and on his jacket.
I shake my head at him with a grin. "Lets go get him." I say and usher the hobbits to the door.
*****
I find Legolas sitting quietly with Annie's three horses. Mystic is lying down and Legolas is resting his head and shoulders against her chest. Missy is standing over him, and for a moment I am terrified he will be trampled by her, should she become spooked, so I turn off the car. As I get out of the car, however, I meet another surprise. Layla is lying quietly next to Legolas letting him pet her! That brat has never even stood still once for me, and Legolas is with her for one day! "Elves." I mutter underneath my breath, walking over.
As I get closer, I can hear Legolas speaking quietly, soothingly in elvish to the horses. For a moment I really wish I spoke elvish so I could understand what he is saying. I can make out a few words I know, but not many. "What do you think you're doing laying down in a horse pasture, do you want to be killed?!!" I demand, opening the gate.
Legolas looks at me calmly. "Manaseth, Bramblerose, and Luminal would never hurt me, I am in no danger." He shakes his head. "Humans. No matter how much you are with horses you still tend to maintain the belief that they are stupid." His voice is derogatory, and I glare at him irritably.
"I was referring to the smell, you pointy-eared, stuck-up…elf!" I retaliate, not really angry, but used to calling anyone and everyone I am even mildly annoyed at names. "Get up. You're lucky this place has been freshly cleaned and that she let you lay against her, because if you are even slightly dirty you can sleep with them tonight." Since Legolas was in the pasture instead of the pen, he seems to have lucked out. "It's time to go." I tell him, going to leave.
I can hear Legolas saying goodbye to the horses, again calling them elvish names, and I sigh and turn around. "The dark one is Mystic. The light one is Missy. The one-year-old is Layla." I inform him.
Legolas nods slowly. "I did not know their names, so I gave them elvish ones." He lays a hand on Mystic's nose. "I named her Manaseth, after Elrohir's horse. Elrohir gave her to me as a gift during a particularly trying time in my life. She was one of the greatest friends I had." Legolas has a small smile on his face. His description and the name suddenly shock me as I remember something I once wrote.
Legolas seems not to notice, moving on to Missy and putting his hand on her neck. "This one I named Bramblerose, after a hobbit I once met when I was younger. She cared for me, at risk to herself." Legolas pets her for a moment and moves to the last one.
"The small one I named Luminal, because she reminded me of my little sister. She was sweet but very pushy and wanted a lot of attention at times, but we all loved her so." Legolas' voice is very quiet now, but I barely notice.
Legolas doesn't have to say she died, because I know now that he is referring to events from my stories, and I grimace at the look of pain on his face as I look up. "We have to go." I say hoarsely, leaving as quickly as I can.
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Well? What think ye?