There was a strange sense of expectation hanging on in the air as the young elf looked out at the surrounding plains. He sighed heavily as he listened to his companions, who were fortunate enough to have sleep cloud their thoughts and give them a moments bliss. He smiled at them, glad now that he didn't need to face their questioning glances. His thoughts were torn back to his immediate surroundings by a moving shadow in the corner of his vision. Spinning around he saw the figure dance between the shadows of the surrounding buildings, without thinking he leapt and landed swiftly on top of the figure, knocking it into the light of the moon. His dagger pressed into the curve of the neck of the figure he was straddling, but his grip on the figure loosened as he noticed the pair of sensual, thick lips. Dropping the dagger to the floor next to the figure, he used his now free hand to move the hood of the dark cloak off the figures face. A pair of bright, innocent eyes stared up at him. He got off her quickly, moving away from her and offering her his hand. She stared at him defiantly, and refused his hand, picking herself off the ground in a slight huff. Legolas bowed at the waist, averting his eyes and showing respect, as his lips parted to apologies, he heard her turn on the spot and move away from him. Instinct took over as he grasped for her and spun her back to face him.
"My lady, let me apologies for my unforgivable behaviour. I know there is nothing for me to do that could make amends for what I have done, but I do hope that you will find it in your heart to forgive me."
She stared at him for a moment, shock written on her face, and Legolas thought he had won, but then she tore her hand from his grasp and smiled sweetly, before saying in a clear voice, "Well you were right about one thing, I couldn't forgive your behaviour."
Legolas watched her stalk back the way she came and sighed, now he felt tired, picking up his discarded dagger he returned to his chambers to rest.
The next morning Aragon stared at his friend who stared at the food placed in front of him. HE looked well rested, at last, but he had a gloomy look in his eyes, almost as if he had once again insulted his father unintentionally. Knowing that couldn't be the case, Aragon sat down next to him and pulled the bowl towards him. When Legolas didnt protest he knew it was serious, placing his hand on his friend's shoulder, he shoved him slightly and grinned.
"What is wrong, my friend?" he whispered as he bent over the bowl of warm food, guzzling the food down his throat. Now Legolas straightened and pasting a smile on his face, but the vacant look didn't leave his eyes.
Getting up from the table he announced to the public,"I am going down to the stables, and maybe i will go for a ride. Does anyone want to join."
He didn't wait for response and made his way down to the stables
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