1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
2. I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will post the answers to the questions (and the questions themselves) on your LJ.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions. And thus the endless cycle of the meme goes on and on and on and on.....
OK, so I saw this in Nikki's journal and I just couldn't help myself. I had to ask for an interview. So, here it is. And for those of you who may, don't take this too seriously. It's all in good fun. I'm posting this twice, since I have an alternate answer for every question. Sorry Nikki, I know I'm only supposed to do one, but I just had too much good material to let go of. One of them is perfectly innocent, and the other is, well, not entirely. *mischeivous smirk* Nikki will certainly appreciate it, if no one else does. Anyway, here's one of them.
Linauri wandered about the extensive castle grounds uncertainly. She had been searching for a way inside the massive stone structure for she had heard there were elves about and was dying to meet one. Yet all the doors were locked, and none had answered her knocking. Now she was at a loss over what to do.
“Hold!” Linauri spun about to find herself face to face with the pointy end of a rather sharp arrow. Squeaking loudly, she jumped back.
“You should be more careful; you just entered the archery range." The bow dropped to reveal a beautiful blonde-haired elf with dark sapphire eyes. Linauri’s breath caught in her throat. It was him!
“Um…sorry,” she stammered. “I was just…”
“I know,” he said, and she could easily read the amusement in Legolas’ large expressive eyes. “But you cannot go inside until you have been interviewed.”
I don’t think I need to find a way in anymore, Linauri mused, but kept the thought to herself. Instead she merely nodded her acquiescence.
“Very well.” He smiled, placing the arrow back in his quiver, and slung the bow over his shoulder. Then he took her arm in his own and began to walk.
“Question one.” They passed by a rosebush, and Legolas bent to pick a soft pink rose from its thorny depths. This he kissed before handing the blossom to Linauri. “What is an Urak-hi’s favorite flower and why?”
Her cheeks flushed to match the flower as she took it from him shyly. She breathed in it's heady aroma and stared at it for a moment before she registered his words. Blinking in confusion, she frowned slightly. "I wasn't aware that yrrch cared for flowers at all. Do they even notice them?"
Legolas chuckled lightly, the sound sending shivers up her spine. "A just question hiril nin. I shall be certain to ask the next one that I capture. But we digress. You still have four questions of your own to answer. Question two. You find yourself locked in my father’s wine cellar with two,” he paused, stroking the back of her hand and looking at her carefully. “Nay, one male elf. Who is it, and what do you do?”
"You." She answered without thinking, her cheeks flushing more brightly still, at the thoughts invading her mind. Legolas simply watched her with a knowing smirk, and continued to stroke her hand.
"And what would we be doing down in that cellar, hiril nin?"
She managed to swallow another outburst in time and squeaked out "Checkers" as she ducked her head, letting her ebony curls fall around her heated face.
He nodded thoughtfully and continued walking. “Question three. You walk into the library and find the book ‘Sonnets of Doriathian Blacksmiths’ lying open upon a table. Who was reading it last, and where did they go in such a hurry?”
Taking a moment to compose herself, she ponders the strange question, only coming up with questions of her own. "Wasn't Celeborn from Doriathian? And why would anyone want to write sonnets about blacksmiths?"
Legolas smiled. "You are to answer questions, hiril nin, and yet you seem to find more to ask instead. For an elleth, you seem to posess the curiosity of the edain, and you know what they say about that particular trait."
Her cheeks once more took on a pinker hue, though her eyes sparkled with mischief as she held his gaze. "Aye, hir nin, but it is not I who has been known to crawl around in caves with the naugrim." He chuckled as she turned back to the path. "It was Celeborn. He was reminiscing about his homeland when he was called away on urgent business and did not have time to put the book away properly."
“Question four, and I’m sorry but I’ve been ordered to ask. You see Haldir and he asks if you would wish to go mallorn hunting with him. Do you accept, and why or why not?”
Linauri frowned in confusion. "Why would I want to hunt trees?"
Legolas simply laughed. She should have been upset, but she simply enjoyed the sight of his face lit up with unabashed joy. When his laughter had faded to chuckles, he gently pulled her around the last corner of the castle, looking oddly pleased with her answer. "I am glad that you declined, hiril nin. It would be most unfortunate for you to waste your time on such a *ehem* fruitless hunt with Haldir." Still confused about the subject, she simply smiled up at him brightly, happy to have pleased him at least.
“Question five.” By this point they reached the massive castle doors and stopped. Legolas took Linauri’s hand and kissed the back of it in a way that was at once both gentlemanly and sweetly intimate. “You are almost inside, where you can meet any elf your heart desires. What will you do now?”
She gazed up into his eyes and considered the question. She had already met the elf that she had been hoping to see. What else was there to do? She smiled "I can go inside at any time. Just now, I believe I would like to improve my skills at archery. As you are considered, by far, the most talented in this, perhaps you could teach me?"
He smiled and began to lead her back to their original meeting place. "Be iest lin, hiril nin."