Chapter 10 - edited

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"I don't see why you are so upset about the fact that Boromir is here." Kayla said simply.

Legolas look slightly taken aback, and then his face smoothed over, removing all emotion from it. "Do you wish to go to Gondor?" He asked, and much like his face, his voice had become void of emotion.

"No." She replied, "But I don't understand why you keep acting so angry about it."

He didn't reply.

"So you're not going to tell me why it's bothering you so much?" she questioned.

He just gave a curt shake of his head.

Kayla sighed. "Fine. Be stubborn then." She turned away from him and continued walking, leaving Tauriel alone with Legolas.

"Why won't you tell her?" Tauriel turned her sharp gaze to Legolas, once she was sure the other girl was out of earshot.

"That is my business. I would ask you kindly to stop prying into it."

He tried to walk but Tauriel grabbed his arm. "She deserves answers. You're supposed to be helping her."

Legolas turned his penetratingly blue gaze to Tauriel. "Do you imply that I am hindering her?" anger had returned to his voice.

Tauriel shook her head. "No. I think you are trying to protect her too much, Legolas. You should believe in her. I think she is capable of much more than you could expect."

Kayla sat down on her bed, and braced herself by wrapping her fingers through the thin blanket that covered the mattress. Slowly the darkness enveloped her. She shut her eyes, and when she opened them again, she was no longer in her room in the Halls of Thranduil.

She stood in a wide court yard. She assessed the details, trying to imprint them into her mind, so she could relay them to Tauriel or Legolas, should he decide to actually speak to her, later.

As she gazed around herself she noted the fact that everything was white. The stones of the ground the stones of the walls, even the tree that stood bear in the middle of the courtyard, was white. She also noted the four guards that stood at attention, creating a sort of a box around the tree.

Her eyes turned towards to the doors that were set into the wall at the far end of the courtyard. She began walking towards them, feeling an odd pull, as though something was telling her to get closer. Just as she reached the doors, and was reaching out to grab hold of the handle to open it, when it clicked and began swinging open. She could hear voices. Angry voices, she thought to herself.

She moved out of the way, even though she knew that if they did happen to walk where she was standing, they would simply go through her. It was, just a vision, after all.

"They can't keep her there!" Snapped a familiar voice. So familiar in fact, that Kayla flinched at the sound of it. Her eyes widened as she watched the woman, the voice belonged to, storm out of the building, into the courtyard.

Her aunt.

At least she thought it was. She sounded just like her and looked just like her, but there was something different. And not just the clothing she wore, that was now the normal garb of Middle Earth. Kayla sensed something... off about her.

Her aunt was followed by an odd looking man, with long dark hair. By the looks of his clothes and jewelry, she guessed he was of high standings, in... Where ever they were.

"Thranduil was the one to send the message. Clearly he does not wish to keep her. I have sent my eldest son, Boromir, to retrieve her. He will have her here soon."

So, this is Boromir's father, the Steward of Gondor. Kayla thought to herself. She allowed herself another quick glance around her, taking in what she now knew must be Gondor, before turning her attention back to the Steward, and her Aunt.

Her aunt had only crossed her arms. Her entire being just radiated agitation. "She needs to be here now." Her aunt muttered. "The silly girl doesn't know what she is doing. She could end up anywhere, without meaning to. And someone with her power... if someone were to find out what she is capable of..." She turned her gaze back to the Steward.

"I have put too much work into keeping her blind, for this long, for it all to be ruined, by one meddling wizard, and a handful of oblivious Elves."

"Boromir shall persuade her to come. She will be here soon. Your work, won't be for naught."

She flashed him a dark look. "It better not."

Just as her Aunt began stalking away from the Steward the vision began to fade, and she could her a distant voice calling her.

Suddenly she felt a pair of hands on her shoulders, shaking her.

She felt the cold ground against her back. Her eyes slowly fluttered, open, and she gave a soft groan. There was a dull pounding in her head.

"Kayla?"

Kayla opened her eyes to a very distraught looking Legolas. She pushed his hands away from her face. "It's... I'm fine." Kayla choked out. "It was just a vision."

He helped Kayla stand, but the look of worry still lingered over his features.

"Really I'm fine."

Legolas shook his head. "You are not fine. What did you see Kayla? What has brought such a darkness to your eyes?"

She avoided his gaze. How could she tell him, if she didn't even truly understand what was going on herself?

"Kayla." He put a finger beneath her chin, gently forcing her eyes to meet his. "Please tell me."

"I... I think my aunt is in Middle Earth, working with Denethor. She is the one behind Boromir being sent."

Kayla bit her lip and fell into a thoughtful silence. Legolas watched her closely, and when the silence stretched further, and the worry lines etched themselves deeper into Kayla's forehead, Legolas reached out and pulled her to him, holding her to his chest in a tight embrace.

Kayla melted almost immediately.

"Maybe, I should talk to Gandalf." She mumbled into his green tunic, when she was finally capable of words.

"Perhaps that would be wise." He pulled away allowing himself a better view of her face.

She stared up into his endlessly blue eyes.

"What do you think of her being here?"

Legolas blushed and looked away. A little bit of embarrassment came over him.

"I would not think it would be best... to ask me that."

Kayla took a step back, not understanding. "Why?"

Legolas looked up at the ceiling. "Because I could not think well of anyone who was trying to take you away from me. And that would taint my opinion on what her appearance here in Middle Earth means."

Kayla looked at him a little stunned. Then her face broke into a smile, and she walked over and hugged him again.

"Is that why you were so angry before, when Boromir showed up?"

Legolas wrapped his arms around her again. "Yes. I am sorry, Kayla. I don't understand why, but I have become very attached to you over these last few days, and the prospect of someone taking you from me... I could not bear to think how dark these halls would be, without you."

She squeezed him tightly, his words had touched her deeply. She realized she felt the same way. He had become a close friend, in a few short days. Not to mention that he had kissed her, and she wasn't just ready to let go of the prospect of them become more than friends.

She halted her thoughts. No. She mentally chided herself. That is not what you need to be thinking about. You need to deal with everything else first.

She let out a sigh, her thoughts shifting back to her vision, her aunt, and how she was supposed to be trying to get home.

She finally extracted herself from Legolas's arms, smiling tiredly up at him. "I really appreciate that, Lego."

He raised an eyebrow at her, "Lego?" A hint of laughter colored his voice.

Kayla shrugged, "I thought I'd try giving you a nickname... but I don't think it really fits..."

He laughed and rolled his eyes at her. "You are absolutely ridiculous, do you realize that?"

She gave another shrug. She opened her mouth to suggest that they should go see Gandalf, but Legolas held up a hand. "He's still with Boromir. We can go see him later."

Kayla stood there with her eyes narrowed. "How did you know what I was going to say?"

"You are an open book. Your face tells me everything."

Kayla crossed her arms and pouted. "Well at least I'm not a stone face, like some people around here..." She said in jest, winking at him.

"Stone face." Legolas repeated in mock horror.

"Well, if that's what you think of me, then I guess you will not want to accompany me, on a walk through the halls." He turned on his heels and marched out of the room.

Kayla let out a laugh, at how ridiculous he looked. She knew he was doing it, to keep her mind off of the other more pressing matters, for the moment, and she was grateful for the distraction.

She quickly chased him down, catching him by the arm.

He stopped walking and turned and gave her a look. "Oh, so does this means you wish to take back your former grievance towards me?" He asked a small smile playing at his lips.

Kayla scoffed, playing along. "Never. I simply need to find a way to distract myself for the moment. And what better way than to go on a stroll with a handsome prince." She physically winced, as the words left her mouth. She didn't mean for the handsome part to come out.

Legolas smirked. "You think I'm handsome?"

He stared into her eyes with such an intense look, Kayla had to look away. She felt the heat rising to her cheeks.

"Well... I... uh..." She couldn't think of anything witty to say, and his intense stare that she could still feel on her face, was not helping. She wracked her brain for something to say, when she was startled by warm breath by her ear.

"I think you are the absolute, most beautiful creature I have ever laid my eyes upon."

Her back stiffened and her eyes met Legolas's again. The intensity was still there in his eyes, but she found it easier to meet his gaze now.

She cleared her throat.

"Well. You may be handsome, but you're also a liar."

She gave him a wink, and walked away from him. She was screaming at herself in her head, and her heart was pounding, going faster than a race horse.

Legolas watched her move away, with a curious expression.

She stopped, and then turned to look at him. With one eyebrow raised.

"I thought I was going to be accompanied on this fine walk."

Legolas's face split into a smile that shattered any composer she had momentarily gained. "As you wish, my lady."

a/n: I would like to say, I do realize that they have only known each other for three days, but I am going about it, that because they, Kayla and Legolas are both not human, their feeling work differently than a normal Human. They deeper and stronger. (I've read in multiple places of this being the reason why Thranduil is so cold, because the loss of his wife, whom he loved very dearly, and his grief is so deep that he acts the way he does, as though he can't feel anything.) So, yeah. I felt that kind of needed to be said. Anyways I hope you enjoyed this chapter.