Legolas looked up just in time to glance the maiden to whom Aragorn seemed to be so infused with and immediately recognized the reason for his enchantment. For the first time during their long journey he was especially thankful to have such keen sight if only to glimpse her clearer. The... Lady, he decided he should call her for lack of name though such a flat title did her character no true justice, was beautiful. He meant this not in the one-dimensional way which the humans seemed to use the word but in the true sense of the word; she had something that set her apart, something that attracted others to her. This quality as far as Legolas could tell was her eyes. Of all the eyes of humans that he had filed away into his memory, hers were the only pair which he truly wished to glimpse again. She must have been the only human woman he had seen that understood that sight was not the only function the eyes had. He sometimes spoke whole conversations with just his eyes when he was still home among his kin. Remembering the eyes of his kin now he realized that he favored the Lady's even to theirs.
He came quickly with the company through the town towards the the hall of Riddermark in hope that he was able to see her once more to try and spy what message he could from her pupils. He betrayed none of this to his companions, of course, through his actions. As they came up the steps he feigned annoyance at the request of their weapons trying to seem less hasty to embark into the hall. He smiled briefly to himself though when the soldiers smirked at him in triumph upon receiving his bow and short knife. He entertained himself by engaging their eyes relaying, "You think I have need of a weapon if I wished for your death?" and waited in vain for the fear to manifest in their stances. He sighed, "The humans are so blind they cannot even see a threat on their own lives," he thought and looked away grinning bitterly to himself in disgust. He glanced slowly down a hallway as the soldiers led them to the throne room and stopped abruptly as he saw the Lady at the end watching him with those wonderful eyes. He stared back at her and watched as she glanced to the soldiers and back into his eyes. Her glare became hard and her hand reached down her gown to a belt which held a sheathed short sword; she stared coldly into his eyes. The message he received was quite clear, "attempt harm towards them and die". She departed down a corridor, leaving the elf shocked and bare of expression. He had expected to see much in the lady's eyes but not a pondered the encounter a moment then smiled gleefully to himself. She was more interesting then he had imagined; not only had she read the message in his eyes towards the soldiers but she had communicated back. A chill went through him as he remembered the feeling he received under her glare; fear, she had scared him with just a look in her eyes."How exciting to find a human so adept with her eyes, and a woman at that'" he thought.
"Legolas!'" he heard an echo break into his deep thoughts and stirred as Gimli clasped his hand on on the his back,"An elf falling behind a dwarf and a human; your kind would disown you could they see you now," he said sarcastically and chuckled slyly. Legolas smirked at this but pretended to still be deep in thought until Aragorn clasped a hand to his shoulder urging him to continue. He rejoined them matching Gimli's pace and waited for the dwarf to ask; he did not wait long. "Are your ears growing rusty, elf? Could you not hear me when I jested you or feel my hand on your back?" questioned Gimli with false concern.
"I did not stir because I thought that a child might be bothering me. Maybe if your hand could reach my shoulder I would have known it was a man who commanded my attention,' Legolas replied smoothly and hurried forward leaving a dumbstruck Gimli scowling at his back as he went. They were stopped at the end of the long hall in front of a raised platform upon which sat a throne. On the throne sat a man whom Legolas could only guess was King Theoden. He wore a crown but at the same time did not look kingly at all. He looked drained; Legolas observed that his eyes seemed to send out no messages not even the recognition of plain sight. At his side was a small crooked man. Legolas shivered when their eyes met; the man was the most unpleasant human Legolas had yet met. His eyes sent out one clear message of cowardice and narcissism. He concluded this must be the Grima Wormtongue that Eomer had mentioned when they met. He face became downcast when his eyes landed on Gandalf. Fear enveloped his gaze and a bitter scowl overtook his already displeasing features. Legolas half expected his tongue to dart quickly out of and back into his mouth as the tongue of a serpent might. He spoke in anger at Gandalf and reprimanded the soldiers for not claiming the wizard's staff at the door. He spoke in anger at Gandalf and was disposed of for the time being.
Legolas surveyed the room ready to defend his friend should any of the soldiers be loyal enough to the imp to attack the wizard. None came forward and he watched as Gandalf turned his attention to the weary King upon his throne. He watched for seconds before surveying the room once more for attackers. He scoured the room just in time to see the Lady enter and rush towards the king. He started forward to stop her but Aragorn was closer and held her back. He felt a small pinch of jealously shoot into the recesses of his mind and started towards them but stopped abruptly when the Lady looked up towards the dais and he caught sight of her eyes.
Tears flowed freely down her pale skin and made her eyes shine even brighter than before. Legolas was frozen still. All of his senses, his smell, his hearing, his touch, everything but his sight ceased to work and all of his thoughts focused solely on the Lady. The deep despair which he saw in her eyes injured him. He felt as though he was cast into the emotion himself though he had nothing over which to despair. He covered his eyes with his own hand for it was the only way to take his sight off of her. He quickly composed his emotions and though he was well versed in creating a mask of false calmness he could not stop one tear from falling into his own hand. He turned back towards the dais and the king to try to keep his eyes from returning to her. It was difficult but he held his gaze forward until he could hear again what Gandalf and the king were saying and all of his senses returned to him.