Hello there, this idea was inspired by InterestedRandom. I must say we chuckled a lot while we wrote it, because it is so immensely true. I too would react like Alex had I been so close to such a hunk Well enjoy!
18- The allure of being around a gorgeous suspiciously-Orlando-Bloom-Lookalike.
The title says it all! Being around a gorgeous suspiciously-Orlando-Bloom-Lookalike all day for days makes a woman weak in the knees. And night time its even worst. You see him there, lying on the ground, so defenseless while his beautiful lean body glows under the moonlight… I get poetic sometimes, I should write a book. Sometimes your mind starts having all of these weird fantasies with Orlando-Bloom-Looking-Legolas, (only a hundred times hotter than what he already is) and suddenly you find yourself having crawled all the way to said elf, arms stretched out ready to just rip off his clothes, only to receive a menacing glare from a very angry elf. After that you find yourself ten miles away from the elf within a second. You would be surprised at how terrifying Legolas' glares can be. But who could blame me? He's the prettiest of the bunch by far. Who wouldn't want to crawl up to him in the middle of the night to rip his clothes off? A girl has needs too! Especially when you are a single woman and you are surrounded by men all day and night for weeks on end.
I understand why Legolas fans get so crazy about the elf, and believe me, seeing him, the real him, is a billion times better than seeing him in the movies.
One time I was so deep in thought about the fact that he really is an Orlando-look-alike that I didn't actually realized that my hand was reaching for his hair to see if it was a wig or not. Thing is, I think I yanked it a little bit too hard; so hard that the elf lost his balance completely and landed on the floor, right on his beautiful buttocks. I was in such a state of shock that I really couldn't even move a muscle as he slowly turned his head back to give me the scariest, most gorgeous menacing looking glare that I had ever seen in my entire life. This only meant one thing: RUN! Run like the wind! Run like hell! Run like you've never ran before in your life, or possibly ever will! Turns out, all that walking and running in Middle earth paid off. I was able to evade his arrows, something that I thought wasn't even possible, but the fear of actually being hit was more powerful than even that. I don't know how I'm even alive to this day. Since then he's always been a little bit more cautious of me, but I have the upper hand, I know have quite a large lock of Legolas' hair. *triumphant smirk* buahahahaha!
What do you think? Would you have done the same?