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The Ship of Dreams|| Closed Bowleggedxhunter

England was beautiful, but she’d been here long enough. Alexandra had traveled around Europe, not reaching out to her father in Scotland, selling her art where she could. Right now, she was enjoying a good poker game where she was amazing and had a great hand.

A friend she’d made in France was with her and she had a full house. The pot was full, and there were tickets for Titanic there. She grinned as she laid her cards down and smirked, taking the pot. “Full house, boys! I’m goin’ home!” She exclaimed.

“Titanic goes to America in five minutes,” The bartender said, causing the two women to grab their things and then run to the docks. They made it just in time and were let on the ship, making their way to their 3rd class cabin.

But after they were settled in, Alex wanted to see the ship. The ship that would take her home. She went up to the deck and smiled, looking around at the luxury around her. She never thought it would come to this, but she was happy she was getting to go home.

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“If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy.” ~bowleggedxhunter

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“Let’s just say... he’ll be out for a good, long time. This is why you never touch a woman without her consent. You’ll get your ass handed to you along with your drunk buddies.”

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“How do you accidentally buy sixty birthday cakes?” ~bowleggedxhunter

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“I wanted sixteen, but they gave me sixty. And I wanted Sixteen so there would be enough to go around SHIELD and the academy for Fury’s birthday. No one would suspect it would be me who brought them.”

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Furiously, Legolas stared at the door. Not that he hated that door in particular - if it had been opened, the elf would possibly bless the steel it had been made of, and pass through it. The problem was, however, that it was not opened - and neither was any other window in the room, which made the elf effectively locked up... And that was exactly the cause of his anger.

Legolas hated being locked up. He hated it with every fibre in his being. Nandor were not made to be caught - and yet that was exactly what had happened. A man - nay, not a man, for no man had the power to travel through light and speed - a creature had hauled him by his neck as if he was some pup, and before the wood-elf knew what was happening, he had been transported far away from his home, into the small room, where he was now passing his time by imagining the foulest curses to throw at the door and the being who had kidnapped him.

Long he didn’t have to wait until he could bring the theory into practice though. When the door opened, Legolas rose to his feet, and prepared to greet the stranger with all contempt and hate he could muster into his eyes.