Pick Up Lines From Middle Earth:

[chase_acow]

Slash, and what does the word "characterzation" mean again?

So, is that a Sword in your pocket, or. . . part 1

Legolas never thought it would have come this far. He
ducked and again saw the blur of a sword sweeping past his
head, and back pedaled wildly barely bringing his own
sword up in time to deflect another blow.

He could feel his breath harshly moving in great gushes in
and out of his lungs. His palms sweated as they gripped the
unfamiliar weapon. Looking around, his eyes wide with
adrenaline, the elf found his only source of salvation.

Merry and Pippin. He was as good as dead.

Oh joy, they were now doing their mime show of doom for
his predeath enjoyment. His heart was beating in his ears,
as he looked again entreatingly at the hobbits. They
jumped up and down in frustration and again went through
their motions.

Revelation dawned in the elf's head and at the next great
blow, instead of avoiding or deflecting it, he angled his
sword so it would hit on the hilt. With a startled cry (he did
not think it would sting so much) he dropped the sword and
clutched at his hand.

The instant his opponent's guard dropped, Legolas let loose
a terrific kick to his shins, and while the man was hopping
on one foot tackled him to the ground and started his poke
attack to his enemy's sides.

Laughter raged at each side, and Aragorn called out, "How
many more times are you going to fall for that?"

"Maybe just a few more," Boromir gasped through his
choked giggling as he tried to fend off the elf," after all, it is
such fun,"

Legolas didn't pause in his onslaught, he was chest to chest
with the man. He heaved up as Boromir panted, and felt
his raging heartbeat through all their layers of clothes.

Tears streaked from his eyes, and Boromir of Gondor Had
Enough. He surged upwards and easily reversed their
positions so he was sitting on Legolas' midsection. Puffing
for air, he managed to catch both the elf's arms and pin his
arms to either side of his body.

"Now, Elf, you will pay for your crimes," Boromir said,
ever trace of mirth erased from his face. "I will make you
squirm with my torture."

Legolas' eyes narrowed as he looked at the face of the man
whose weight was grinding him into the earth. Something
intangible had changed in their banter, more serious now.

Suddenly Boromir was lowering his face until it was the
only thing taken in by Legolas' vision. Unconsciously he
held his breath waiting for the impossible to happen.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, nooooooo not that!"

Legolas thrashed and bucked underneath the man, who was
evilly digging his whiskers into the elf's delicate skin. It
almost hurt how the man, rubbed from his forehead to
cheekbones, down to his neck and back to his ears, but he
was powerless to stop it.

Suddenly the man did, still braced beside Legolas' ear, he
could feel Boromir's hot breath slide over his skin.

"Had enough?" he asked, his voice tinged with huskiness.

"Aye, you've won," Legolas whispered.

"And about what you said?" Boromir asked raising just
enough to look Legolas in the eyes.

"Must have been some other Steward I was thinking about."

"Good, and don't you forget it," Boromir shifted his weight
and stood up, holding out his hand for the elf.

"You are ruthless, son of Gondor," Legolas remarked.

"You have no idea," Boromir said looking thoughtful, and holding Legolas' hand maybe a
second longer then he had to.

Comments

[ladymoonray.livejournal.com]

OK, now I'm amused too. But your icon is WAY better than mine!

ladym

[kissesago.livejournal.com]

well thank you, I live to serve