He doesn't know I'm watching him. He musent. I dare not make him angry. He is standing in an clearing, gazing to the sky. How he found it in the deep woods of Fangorn, I will never know. It must be one of his elvish instincts. After all, he is Prince of Mirkwood.
It's a wonder that Elven maidens haven't followed us.
A piece of my heart tells me that I shouldn't be here. That I should be with Gimli, on watch like I'm supposed to.
And leave the elf in the middle of Fangorn forest alone?
Maybe I shouldn't of followed him.
Curiosity killed the cat, they say.
He's standing straight as one of the elven arrows in his quiver. The moonlight reflects off his pale skin. His golden, silverish hair is swaying gently with the breeze. Not a strand is out of place. His deep blue eyes are closed, but would twinkle in the moonlight, would they be open...
Gods, he's beautiful.
My palms are sweaty. My thumb and index finger are gently rubbing together, without my knowing. I wonder of the how touch of his hand would feel. Cool? Like ice? Or refreshing, like a summer rain? I struggle not to run and just hold him in my arms.
I catch myself. What the hell is happening? Is this the curse of Isildur, the weakness that runs through my veins? Curse him. Curse him and that damn ring that started this whole thing. If he had just destroyed the ring when he could, I wouldn't have this constant temptation. I could be content with Arwen, who would give up her mortality for me. Would this elf do that?
Probably not.
Just watching him sleep is a constant battle.
Curse this elf. I scowl, and silently returned to Gimli, who was still asleep next to the fire.
He was rolled up on the ground, his back to the dying embers. His snoring could wake the entire forest, had I not covered his mouth with his cloak. I was tired. His turn for watch. I roughly shook his shoulders. No response. I drew my hand back and...
Whack!
Gimli rolled over, grumbling and cursing in the dwarven tongue. He sat up, and scowled at me as he rubbed his head.
" Didja have to whack that hard? I felt you the first time." He grumbled as he sat up against a log. I heard muttering from under his breath.
" You could of responded." I said as I lay myself on the ground as Gimli took the watch. Alas, I could not sleep.
My thoughts were on the elf.