A/N: Well...finally here is another update. Sorry for the long break, but
Thanksgiving holidays are so convenient with the boredom, I've decided I'll
update some of my stories!
Disclaimer: I own Larien, My computer, My PDA, My life, My school uniform, My bedroom, and a few other things. Tolkien owns everything from Legolas to Pippin's mug of ale. I wish he didn't own Aragorn, because Aragorn's too hot not to be mine... *sigh*
Chapter 3:
"Legolas!"
Legolas rolled over, and found himself in a comfortable bed in Larien's flet, surrounded by the smells of morning dew. "LEGOLAS!" came a second call. "Hurry up, you lazy wood elf, or your Lembas is going to be gone!"
Only then did he smell the fresh Lembas bread. It was something that Larien had made for him several times before, made of...well, he didn't know. He only knew that it was the most heavenly things that he had ever tasted in his three millennia life.
When the smell finally coaxed him out of his bed, he pulled on his breeches and walked out of the room. The cool morning air felt so pleasant on his bare chest, and the sun coming through the windows played on his features.
When he walked into the kitchen, (which, if possible, smelled even better than the rest of the house), he saw Larien calmly cutting fresh Lembas into squares, singing softly to herself.
"...Through the wind and the rain, she stands hard as a stone in a world that she can't rise above, but her dreams give her wings, and she flies to a place where she's loved...Concrete angel..."
She noticed him come in and she abruptly stopped, blushing a little.
"Tis such a beautiful song you sing, milady. I have never heard of it, what is it called?" he asked her, formally.
"Drop the formality, mellonamin." She took a deep breath, "It is called Concrete Angel," she murmured. "and I learned it, long ago..." memories flashed before her eyes. Her mother, her father, her brother, life before...
Legolas noticed the change. "Ah..." he said slyly. "The ever mysterious Larien and her ever mysterious past."
She punched him playfully and handed him a plate of cinnamon Lembas. "Made it for you. Since I know how you like it so much..."
Legolas remembered last time he had her specialty Lembas. He had eaten so much he had spent the next day in bed with the worst stomach ache elves could imagine.
He gratefully bit into the Lembas, and a sweet explosion of taste was deployed. He never ceased to be amazed at the Lembas. "Larien, won't you please tell me the recipe?" he begged. "this would be a hit in the Mirkwood kitchens!"
She just smiled and waved her finger 'no'. "I told you two hundred years ago, Legolas. N-O." she spelled it for him.
He definitely liked this elf.
A/N: Hope you liked it. Chapters will be getting progressively longer, so if you bug me about length, I'll hurt you. Seriously. You can have a choice: short chapters, faster updates. Long chapters: slower updates. Pick your choose, choose your pick!
Hey, anyone heard the RotK soundtrack? *melts* Billy Boyd and Viggo Mortenson sing in some of the songs!! *evaporates* It's probably the best one yet! GO BUY IT!!!
...and read Ardonelle Celebrindal's stories, I'M SERIOUS GO READ THEM NOW!!!!! She's a great writer, and a wonderful friend, who happens to be my 'Not Knowing' Beta. So if you like that story, then READ HERS.
...Make a button happy, click the purply-blue button down in the left hand corner. Make a person happy, type a nice comment in the pretty box! -The Hobbit Ivy
Disclaimer: I own Larien, My computer, My PDA, My life, My school uniform, My bedroom, and a few other things. Tolkien owns everything from Legolas to Pippin's mug of ale. I wish he didn't own Aragorn, because Aragorn's too hot not to be mine... *sigh*
Chapter 3:
"Legolas!"
Legolas rolled over, and found himself in a comfortable bed in Larien's flet, surrounded by the smells of morning dew. "LEGOLAS!" came a second call. "Hurry up, you lazy wood elf, or your Lembas is going to be gone!"
Only then did he smell the fresh Lembas bread. It was something that Larien had made for him several times before, made of...well, he didn't know. He only knew that it was the most heavenly things that he had ever tasted in his three millennia life.
When the smell finally coaxed him out of his bed, he pulled on his breeches and walked out of the room. The cool morning air felt so pleasant on his bare chest, and the sun coming through the windows played on his features.
When he walked into the kitchen, (which, if possible, smelled even better than the rest of the house), he saw Larien calmly cutting fresh Lembas into squares, singing softly to herself.
"...Through the wind and the rain, she stands hard as a stone in a world that she can't rise above, but her dreams give her wings, and she flies to a place where she's loved...Concrete angel..."
She noticed him come in and she abruptly stopped, blushing a little.
"Tis such a beautiful song you sing, milady. I have never heard of it, what is it called?" he asked her, formally.
"Drop the formality, mellonamin." She took a deep breath, "It is called Concrete Angel," she murmured. "and I learned it, long ago..." memories flashed before her eyes. Her mother, her father, her brother, life before...
Legolas noticed the change. "Ah..." he said slyly. "The ever mysterious Larien and her ever mysterious past."
She punched him playfully and handed him a plate of cinnamon Lembas. "Made it for you. Since I know how you like it so much..."
Legolas remembered last time he had her specialty Lembas. He had eaten so much he had spent the next day in bed with the worst stomach ache elves could imagine.
He gratefully bit into the Lembas, and a sweet explosion of taste was deployed. He never ceased to be amazed at the Lembas. "Larien, won't you please tell me the recipe?" he begged. "this would be a hit in the Mirkwood kitchens!"
She just smiled and waved her finger 'no'. "I told you two hundred years ago, Legolas. N-O." she spelled it for him.
He definitely liked this elf.
A/N: Hope you liked it. Chapters will be getting progressively longer, so if you bug me about length, I'll hurt you. Seriously. You can have a choice: short chapters, faster updates. Long chapters: slower updates. Pick your choose, choose your pick!
Hey, anyone heard the RotK soundtrack? *melts* Billy Boyd and Viggo Mortenson sing in some of the songs!! *evaporates* It's probably the best one yet! GO BUY IT!!!
...and read Ardonelle Celebrindal's stories, I'M SERIOUS GO READ THEM NOW!!!!! She's a great writer, and a wonderful friend, who happens to be my 'Not Knowing' Beta. So if you like that story, then READ HERS.
...Make a button happy, click the purply-blue button down in the left hand corner. Make a person happy, type a nice comment in the pretty box! -The Hobbit Ivy