AN: I decided to delete my other stories. I had just recently watched the new Hobbit movie, and I won't spoil all of it. There will be spoilers in here, so be warned. I fell in love with this pair today XD.
Disclaimer: I do bit own anything mentioned in here. Only my ow. Idea, and any characters that I create myself.
His lips were still warm when she kissed them, a single tear dripping down her pale cheek. It hurt her in a way that she had never experienced before. It was as if something had pierced her soul, twisting and lodged deeper with every beat.
He was dead, and this feeling that engulfed her wasn't just of grief. There was something deeper.
Arial shot up, the tangle of blankets binding her to her bed. She was in a cold sweat, her long auburn hair plastered to her clammy face. Her chest rose and fell hard with every breath she took, and she could hear her heart thundering through her ears.
Thoughts raced through her head as the memories of the reoccurring dream slowly faded. This was a dream that she had started having two years ago, back when she was 20. Then, they had only occurred about once every other month, always waking her up like this. As time wore on, the dreams had increased, up until they had occurred every night, never giving her a chance to get good sleep.
They had been very vivid dreams, but she never could really remember them when she woke up. This had both displeased her and made her want to claw out her hair.
That wasn't all. She knew it was about a guy. A guy that made her feel everything that she ever wanted to. That much she knew.
It wasn't just a dream, though. Every time she woke up, she felt a great sense of loss. Like her life was incomplete. Her heart thumped for him.
The thing was that she didn't know why.
Why did the man in her dreams make her feel more, when she had a loved one that she loved? He was just a figment of her imagination, a ghost that was nothing.
Rubbing the bridge of her nose, she tried to calm her heart. Her face was wet with tears that she shed in her dream. What had caused it was a mystery to her.
"Damn it!" she cursed under her breath, tears welling up again. "Why can't I remember?"
Her heart still seemed to remember what her mind didn't, and she didn't like it. Who was this man that filled her dreams and mind?
It couldn't be just a dream... If it was, she wouldn't feel like this. But on the other hand, he couldn't be real... He just couldn't.
Arial looked at her alarm clock, only to see that it was five in the morning. Darn. She usually woke up at six.
Sighing, she attempted to untangle herself from her cold sheets, cursing when it took forever.
In the process, a nail was broken, and a toe got stubbed. Warily rising from the bed, she couldn't help the sadness that still racked her very soul.
"I have to get out of here..." Arial groaned, rubbing her forehead. Slipping on a green sweater and a pair of sweats over her shorts, she searched for her shoes.
When she found them, she slipped the flats on, grabbed her purse, and headed out the door.
She had a boyfriend, and thought that it was pretty serious. It did, however, pale in comparison to how she felt about the man in her dreams.
The air was brisk and the cold rejuvenated her skin. It was just what she needed. Her heart still pounded through her, something bothering her.
The sky was dark, a hint of light showing off in the distance. The town that she lived in was a small one that had an agenda.
There was a certain time when everyone went into their houses, and a certain time when going outside in the morning. For Pete's sake, everyone had the same precise time for the three courses of the day.
It irked her in an unimaginable way. She usually stayed inside, even though she really didn't care what anyone thought of her. There wasn't a law that prohibited you from taking a stroll anytime you wanted, but it was like an unsaid rule that everybody agreed upon.
Lost in thought about the short mysterious man that invaded her dreams, she wasn't thinking about where she was heading. Usually, she would tell someone about the reoccurring dreams, but whenever she had tried lately, it felt wrong.
As if it were some secret that only herself should know. Like somebody would steal him away if they heard what little she knew about him. Who knew? Maybe they would be like her if they heard it.
It was all just a big ball of confusion to her. Thinking about it too much caused her head to pound softly, right along with her heart, which had calmed down since she last thought about it. Thinking about it, she laughed.
As if her boyfriend would want another guy. In fact, it made her laugh pretty hard. She came to an abrupt halt And stood still. The hairs on the back of her neck were standing straight up, alerting her to a pair of watching eyes.
"You know," a rough male voice called out in a low voice, "I think that the people have the right idea when they suggest that you should stay inside at night."
Arial whirled around and stood with her fists up in a defensive position. "Don't you dare try anything on me." She growled in a warning voice, stepping back slowly.
This man was a stranger. But at the same time, he seemed familiar. Granted, it was still dark out, but that fact alone didn't silence her warning bells that were going off. His voice made her hitch, and at once, she knew he was something that she had to keep an eye on.
The man shuffled out of the corner, the street light shedding some light on him. He was still mostly shrouded in the shadows, as if he didn't want her to know what he looked like fully just yet. "Don't you worry. I'm not going to hurt you at all."
She gave a humorless laugh and said "yeah right. What is your name?" She paused, taking a second to observe his silhouette. He was rather short, but he seemed to be a man. "State your name and what household you come from." She demanded, lowering her fists a little.
"I'm not from around here. My brother is staying at the inn here, right along with me. The townsfolk gave me the advise not to stray too far outside."
His voice made her shiver, though it held no sign of hostility or smugness of a killer or mugger. It sounded eerily familiar, and at the same time, she couldn't recall ever hearing the low and scratchy tone that his voice made. It both chilled her to the bone, and delighted her. Yet she still remained calm. Her heart fluttered. "Then why aren't you there with him?"
He stepped feared her, more of his profile being shown. "I could ask you the same thing, miss." The man said, chuckling with a deep sound.
She bristled at his teasing tone. "This is no laughing matter. I asked you first, and you better answer me."
He stopped, and although she couldn't see his eyes, she could feel them boring into her, like they were piercing her soul. It gave her multiple feelings. "Would you tell me your answer if I told you mine?" He asked carefully, shuffling from one foot to the other.
She took an intake of breath and answered, "maybe."
He stood there silently for a moment, as if he was observing her. A moment later, the answer came. "I couldn't sleep. So I'm out here. You?"
She let her fists fall to her sides as she strained to see what he looked like. Why did he seem vaguely familiar to her? Why did this question keep bouncing around in her brain? She felt both at ease, and wary at the same time. "Same."
"I'm going to step out, and I don't want you to throw punches at me, okay?" The stranger told her, taking a slow and cautious step towards her.
"I won't... as long as you don't try anything." The words were meant teasingly, but she made them sound like she wasn't messing around. She wanted to get back at him for poking at her earlier. Odd but she wanted to do so. In reality, she felt like she could trust this man. She also felt as if she already knew what he looked like before she even did.
"No promises." He played along, taking the final step into the light, taking the breath out of her.
She knew this man. She had never seen him in her whole entire life, and she sure as hell never caught a glimpse of him from any distance. Of course it wasn't because of previously said things. The lean build of the man, the strong yet compact muscles that rippled powerfully as his fists clenched and unclenched. His piercing almost gold brown eyes, and the dark stubble drawn across his strong and angular jaw. The arch of his cheekbones, and his stance.
Other than his hair, which was short, the man that stood in front of her was the man of her dreams. Literally, he was the man that plagued her dreams every night. The dreams that woke her up early in the mornings. There he was, in flesh and blood. No wonder why he felt so familiar. "No way."
The man took a step backwards, startled by her words. "Yes?" He asked in a calm voice, like he hadn't just jumped a second earlier. His laid back attitude felt familiar too.
She said nothing, only able to stand there and stare at him, with a dumbfounded look sitting upon her pale face. The realization made her want to run up to him and embraced him, and a part of her wanted to hightail it out of his presence.
They both stood there, gazing at each other, as if sizing up an opponent. He looked like he wanted to do something too, but was as stuck as she was. A million thoughts ran through her head as the feeling from her dreams became reality.
"You wanna go get some coffee?" She asked. Her face burned red as she said the words. It was random, and her own question surprised her. Her heart thudded loudly. He could probably hear it.
"Sure." When she only looked at him, not a move made, he shifted to the other foot awkwardly. "I have nothing better to do. Might as well do something productive."
Arial took a step towards him, confidence suddenly swooping down, crashing right into her. Without asking, she looped her arm through his, his outdoorsy smell a compliment to her nose. "The nearest one os over here."
Without a reply himself, he lowed her to escort him in the direction of the small diner that he had come across earlier that day. A thought occurred to him. "Are you going to ask me my name?"
She flushed again, pulling away. "Sorry about that Mr., um-"
"Kile. Just Kile." He said, chuckling again, "yours?" Kile took her arm again, continuing then on their quest to the diner.
"Arial." She was mentally slapping herself for not introducing herself before marching up to him. She made a fool out of herself, and she hated it when she did that. Kile. That was a grand name. Yet it felt wrong in her thoughts, just as it would surly coming out of her mouth.
"Nothing to be embarrassed about, Arial." He seemed to have had to force out her name, like it was acid or something.
They had reached the diner by then. He rushed on ahead and held open the door for her. "You first, milady."
The words had been harmless enough, but they had struck a nerve in her. She was now frozen in ace, unable to move due to a memory enveloping her brain.
In the memory, she was wearing a green dress that felt smooth against her body. Her hair was now below her butt, and she had a bow and arrow slung around her waist. A power surged through her, and she felt light. Upon her head was a crown thing, she felt taller than the man who stood in front of her.
He was the man in her dreams, the man who stood with her in the reality that she wasn't currently in. This one was shorter than her, which contrasted to how she was shorter than him in reality. A cloak surrounded him, and his long curly hair reached just below his shoulder blades. His hands were caked with mud, and many others like him stood behind him. A sword was sheathed and slung across his hip, and his boots were brown and scuffed. He wore dark clothes, and his eyes seemed to look into her soul.
"Thank you for all you have done, milady." The man said, taking her hand. With it, he placed something in the palm of her long and slender hand.
She gazed down upon the smooth rock with words carved into it. It was his good luck rock. Her eyes shot to his, her heart thumping erratically, sadness burning through her chest. "But-"
"For you to remember me." He replied, cutting her off before she could say the rest. He turned around, heading to his people.
She wanted to fall onto her knees, wanting nothing more than to go with him. But she had her duty.
Someone grabbed her arm, jolting her out of her state of mind. Blinking rapidly, her vision focused on Kile, who looked at her with concern in his eyes. "Are you alright?" He asked, his touch sending jolts of sensations up and down her body.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a memory." She shook him off and went to find a table, rattled by he strange memory that strangely doubled as what she felt her dreams were. Was that her remembering her dream?
She had to sit down, so the first empty table she came to, her butt was plopped right I to the seat nearest her. Her mouth was dry, and one thought settled in her brain. She had a boyfriend, and she only knew this guy for about fifteen minutes, and was already head over heels for the guy. She felt like she was cheating. She wasn't, though. She was just having coffee with someone she just met.
How could she have these feelings for him? What feelings did she feel for him, exactly? When the waitress showed up, Arial ordered a cup of coffee with bacon, eggs and some toast.
Kile ordered the same thing, but he kept his coffee black, where she sweetened hers. He seemed to ask no more questions about her episode, as if he could read her mind.
"So, what does this town do, besides do the same thing?" He asked, looking at her.
"Nothing. Just boring stuff." She didn't feel like talking, and no words were apart of that. She couldn't form coherent words. "Where did you come from?"
He fiddled with the hem of his jacket, waiting a moment before replying. "Everywhere." He stated.
"And that would be? Anywhere specific?" She honestly wanted to know.
"Around the mountains." He didn't seem to want to talk about himself either. They continued to make small talk until the food came. The small talk interested both of them more than it should have, and enjoyed each other's company. Her emotions were out of control, she held them in.
The silence that came with the eating of the food seemed right. No awkwardness was involved, and by the time they were done eating, she was a goner.
By then, the sun had came up, and the streets were being filled with people.
"Well, it was nice meeting you, Arial, but it seems that I need to get back to my brother." Kile got up as he said those words, holding out a hand to help her get up.
She took it, enjoying the rough feel of his hands on hers. The thought about her having a boyfriend had popped up multiple times, and she continued to have that thought. She brushed it aside. They were only meeting as friend. It wasn't as if this was a date.
"I have things to do too." She replied, lingering in his hands warmth. He was as tall as she was, and she enjoyed it. They just only looked at each other.
"I guess I'll see you around. How long will you be staying?" She asked, walking out of the diner with him.
"About a week. See you around." He smiled a little, turning to leave.
She did the same, but was stopped by a hand around her arm, and a voice. "When can I see you again?" His tone was fast and brisk. Eyes bored into her intensely, as if her answer was life or death.
"I have a boyfriend." The words came out of her mouth before she could think. She was both relieved that she had that out of the way, and scared of what it night do to the friendship that had just started.
He only blinked. "Not what I asked."
Her breath caught, and she said the first thing that entered her mind. "Tonight. Same place, same time."
He nodded, and then just like that, he was gone, walking off in the opposite direction of her.
She watched his profile fade away as
she thought. She couldn't wait until tonight. She felt as if she had known him forever, compared to the couple of hours that she actually had met him in
AN: I didn't even know it was going to be that long of a chapter lol. Please leave a review, fave and follow. Please, if I messed up, tell me.