Chapter 12
"Legolas!" Aéneth screamed as she ran towards him. She sunk to her knees and examined his condition. He had both hands on his chest, but she could tell it was bad. The blood had already seeped through his fingers.
"No, no! This can't happen! You're an elf! You're supposed to heal!"
"Aéneth," He said, his voice shuddering with every breath, "There are some thing that a single elf can't heal. Only the best of our healers could save me now."
"No, no you can't!" She exclaimed, "You can't!"
A single tear slid down her cheek.
Legolas smiled feebly. "Hey, don't cry. There's no need to cry. Please Aéneth."
She shook her head and continued to mutter, "No, you cant."
He reached up and wiped the tear from her face.
"I love you," He murmured, then she kissed him, but this time it was different. It was filled with longing, with sorrow. With loss.
Electricity ran through her body, coursing through her veins. She held him there, their lips pressed together until his body went limp in her arms.
She took her lips from his and wept.
Although something happened. Something strange.
A tear that had run down her cheek, dripped and landed on Legolas's parted lips. It slid into his mouth.
A glowing light was suddenly visible from in between his fingertips, where his wound was. It got brighter and Aéneth moved his fingers to see what was happening.
The wound was barely visible through the light, but she could just about see what was happening and what was happening was quite remarkable.
The wound was healing.
The skin was drawing over the gaping hole and binding itself together. Aéneth gazed in wonder as the last of the wound disapeared.
The entire forest held its breath.
Then Legolas coughed and sat up.
Aéneth let out a gasp and threw her arms round him. He held her tightly and laughed.
He released her and looked into her eyes, her mesmerising hazel eyes.
"How did you do that?" He asked.
"I, I don't know!" She explained, "It just, happened!"
Legolas smiled and she kissed him on the cheek.
"I love you," She whispered into his ear.
It was the first time he'd heard her say it and was both glad and shocked she'd said it.
"Say it again," He said, frowning.
"Legolas," She told him, "I love you."
He laughed and jumped to his feet, pulling Aéneth with him. He lifted her into the air and swung her round. She laughed and squealed with delight.
He set her back on the ground and moved his face closer to hers. His kiss was long and lingering and lifted Aéneth's spirits considerably. She clung onto his arms, bunching up the familiar green fabric of his top. Then one of her hands moved to the back of his head and she ran her fingers through his hair. His fingertips were cool on her cheek and he slid them under a loose strand of hair.
She was desperate for air, but didn't care. Legolas however, noticed this and his lips moved to her neck, tracing a line to the crook just above her collar bone.
When, and only when, he was satisfied she had gotten enough air, he let her pull him back up to her lips.
It was blissful. It felt like their spirits were connected as well as their lips and Aéneth savoured every moment of it.
But then she heard a voice in her head, a voice that could only belong to one person.
Gandalf.
Well done child, he said, you have done what you came for, so now you can go live life back in your own world.
She broke apart from Legolas and a cry escaped her lips.
"What is wrong Lady Aéneth?!" Legolas exclaimed.
She was just about to answer both him and the voice of the wizard with "No, I wish to stay!", but it was too late. The world was already fading.
Legolas reached out to her, but his hand passed through her.
"No!" He cried, his fair face contorted with worry.
He started to disappear and Aéneth's vision became clouded.
With one final attempt to reach out and touch him, she disappeared from the world.
And Emma's eyes flew open.
Sequel? Second story? I think I might do a second story, but still, tell me what you think!
