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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Mar 24, 2003 7:43:37 GMT
The prince smiles broadly, only the slight flush on his cheeks betraying his emotion. He thinks for a moment, deciding on a song in the common tongue, as elvish might not be appropriate. Singing soflty at first, Legolas' voice is gentle and graceful. His voice purely elvish.
It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live
If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world
I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on
So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen...
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Post by Grubhosh on Mar 24, 2003 22:46:52 GMT
She listened in awe as the elf started to sing, she half-closed her eyes and let the gentle sound of his voice wash over her. Somewhere in her dark mind of dark tunnles and locked doors a pale light grew. She tried to fight it at first to try and keep a hold of who she was what she was but nothing but his voice mattered to her. Then almost as soon as it had began Legolas finished his song. She blinked in the sunlight and smiled lazily at the elf
That was beautiful
she purred stroking his arm and staring into his eyes longingly.
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Mar 25, 2003 3:09:41 GMT
Legolas smiles again, the soft flush returning to his cheeks. He looks at Grubby, his eyes clear and warm.
Thank you... He pauses, taking her hand from his arm and kisses it gently, and whispers. I'm glad you liked it.
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Post by Grubhosh on Mar 25, 2003 22:24:44 GMT
Grubby shuddered and bit her lip so hard that a thin stream of a dark blood dribbled down her chin, she wiped it off with the back of her hand. Though her consience screamed at her not to she took the elfs head in her hands and kissed him.
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Mar 25, 2003 22:58:48 GMT
The elf stops completely, his eyes wide and his breath caught in his throat, though he does not recoil from her kiss. Instead he returns is gently, placing his hands lightly at Grubby's waist.
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Post by Grubhosh on Mar 27, 2003 21:59:06 GMT
Grubby is suprised that the elf didn't push her away,almost growling as he kissed her far far more gentle than any orc could be. She put her arms round his neck and pulled him closer. She was confused she shouldn't be enjoying this but she was. She broke off kissing him and whispered in his ear.
Legolas, why do I feel like this about you?
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Mar 28, 2003 6:25:23 GMT
He sighs softly, closing his eyes as he draws her close. A thin curtain of golden hair spills over his shoulder, but the prince remains unnoticing. Instead he simply whispers back.
I don't know... but to put this into words would only reduce what I feel for you right now to the finite realm of the spoken. For the heart speaks not in the language of men or elves.
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Post by Grubhosh on Mar 28, 2003 21:44:56 GMT
Grubby nuzzled his neck, listening to the soft sound of his voice and his warm breath on her neck. His words made some sense to her, though she'd never heard their like before. She brushed his pale golden hair from his face with the back her hand.She kissed his throat, his perfect mouth, trembling as she fulmbled to unfasten his tunic.
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Mar 29, 2003 6:03:23 GMT
The elf shivers as a cold breeze hits the smooth planes of his chest, Grubby's kiss over the cords of his neck. He lets out a low moan and takes her hands in his own, stopping her from continuing. He composes himself and looks at her, his expression soft and his voice hushed and gentle.
Is this what you want?
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Post by Grubhosh on Mar 30, 2003 20:14:31 GMT
Grubby looked at the elfs body, admiring his lithe well-muscled form and his unbleamished skin. She Squeezed his hands.
Yes it is.. if it's what you want
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Apr 1, 2003 5:12:34 GMT
The prince smiles warmly and kisses her hands. He brushes his lips across her knuckles, kissing gently each finger. Lips still on her hand, he turns them over and kisses her wrist softly, tongue flickeing out slightly at the veins of her forearm.
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Post by Grubhosh on Apr 1, 2003 21:41:09 GMT
Grubby growls as the the elf kisses her scarred hands, her eyes half closed. She leans closer to him and runs her tounge up the side of his neck. She nips his ear, perhaps a bit too hard.
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Apr 5, 2003 2:23:59 GMT
He gasps as she nips at his ear, letting his breath out as she trails her lips back down his neck. He takes her face gently in his hands and kisses her forehead, his open tunic rustling quietly in the wind.
You realize we are still not far from the archery range?
He grins and brushes back stray strands of raven hair from her cheek.
Would you like to come to Mirkwood?
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Post by Grubhosh on Apr 5, 2003 15:43:00 GMT
Grubby smiles at him her dark eyes shinning. At his request she hesitates, thinking. She wouldn't be missed at Minas Morgul, It wasn't like she did any thing useful. She looks doubtfully at the forest she didn't fancy going back in there but as long as Legolas was with her she didn't care where she went. She'd follow him anywhere.
Yeh alright
she says smiling. She kisses him again.
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Apr 6, 2003 5:10:50 GMT
He smiles broadly and can't help but kiss her again at her acceptance of his invitation.
Wonderful! Come. Holds out his arm for her to take. We should be there by nightfall if we continue now.
He walks contentedly by her side, his bow slung over his chest, uncaring of his still-open tunic flapping gently in the breeze.
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