Pick Up Lines From Middle Earth part 2

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Did it hurt? What? When you fell from heaven?


The Fellowship hiked though the forest in a single file.
Gandalf and Aragorn in the lead, followed by the hobbits
and Gimli. Boromir brought up the end behind Bill.

Legolas kept watch as they traveled from a superior
position in the trees themselves. Running gracefully on
limbs that did not shake under his weight, he could go
anywhere unseen. But his eyes and body strayed repeatedly
to the end of the caravan as he contemplated his feelings
for the man.

Boromir was made of fire, the elf had decided. From his
hair to his grace, often did he move and not even touch
Legolas. Yet the elf could feel his heat. He was being
eaten away from the inside.

And that infernal man had no idea that his very presence
threatened to undo Legolas' elven aloofness. Their match
the day before had only served to intensify his need. It
even helped his deluded mind to think that maybe the man
returned his feelings.

When they made camp that night, Legolas stayed to the
trees. He saw Aragorn walk to where Boromir was sitting a
little off from everyone else. Fighting down an irrational
wave of jealousy, Legolas followed them as they walked into
the forest out of sight of the campfire.

They were talking in hushed whispers, that even he could
not hear, but Legolas could not help but see the way
Aragorn caressed Boromir's arm. They stood close
together, sharing a secret.

The branch creaked beneath him, but paying it no mind,
Legolas leaned out further trying to catch the barest hint
of the men's words.

CRACK

Legolas plummeted trying to twist to land on his feet but
he was not going to make it. Closing his eyes tight, he
went limp in the air, and accelerated towards the earth.
He was brought to an immediate stop, and found himself
nestled next to a rapid heartbeat.

"Unusual weather we're having," Aragorn stated blandly.

Legolas opened his eyes hesitantly, surely it would be
better to be thought dead then the humiliation that
awaited him. He was held in Boromir's strong arms. He
felt his pale elven blood rushing to his face as he spied the
amusement on both men's faces.

"Indeed, it's raining elves! Maybe, we should be off back
to camp before more fall out to bludgeon our heads."

With that, Boromir slung Legolas over his shoulder (over much
loud protest from the elf that he could and should be put down
immediately) and walked with Aragorn to camp. No doubt to show
the others his amazing trophy.