Chapter 12 - edited yoooo
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"She cannot stay here. Not anymore. She should not have been here in the first place. I will not allow this to go on."
Legolas held back a frustrated sigh. His father was being stubborn and insisted that Kayla needed to go back with Boromir, to the White City, for her own 'good.'
"She doesn't belong with Men. Here at least Gandalf can show her how to strengthen, and control her gifts. Sending her away would be the wrong thing to do."
A flash of anger livened Thranduil's cool eyes, but Legolas turned on his heels, before his father could reply.
"She will not be leaving these Halls anytime soon. Not by your word. And if she does," He paused at the doorway, sending a look back at his father, "Then I shall be first to offer to accompany her."
He stalked through the door steaming, he forced himself to calm down and continued walking at a slower place. He headed straight for the library, assuming that it would be where Kayla was.
But when he entered the large room, he did not find Kayla, but the old grey wizard, hunched over a thick volume of some sort. He looked up, and smiled at Legolas.
"She is not here." He looked around the room briefly. "I do believe that Boromir managed to convince her to accompany him on a walk outside."
Legolas felt a lurch of jealousy scratching in his chest, but he pushed it down, thanked the wizard and turned back the way he came.
Instead of trying to find Kayla, and Boromir, he turned towards him chambers, deciding it would be best to leave her be for now. He knew she would come and find him once they returned.
Kayla bent her head as they walked beneath a twisted willow tree.
"This place is extravagant. Truly." Boromir looked around them in awe, and Kayla stifled a giggle.
"But it probably can't even hold a candle to the White City, am I right?" She said, mocking him, and his earlier speech of how there was no land that was finer than Gondor.
He let out a robust chuckle. "You have such an odd way of speaking, young Caster. But yes, not even the beauty of this elven realm could compare to that of Gondor."
"You travel around a lot, yes?"
He looked at her questioningly, "Of course. Mostly within the borders of my father's land, but I do leave our realm, from time to time."
Kayla was silent for a few moments, before working up the courage to ask her next question.
"Do you ever miss it? Your home?"
Boromir stopped to look at her. His face softened, as he saw the earnest light of her question upon her face. "Yes. I do miss my home. All of the time. You are homesick, little Caster?"
Kayla started walking again trying to form a proper answer.
"Yes and no. It's hard to explain. Here, for the first time in my life I feel at home, and yet I do not belong. I miss my father, even though he never really is around much…" She snorted, "He probably hasn't even noticed I'm missing." She gave a sigh. "Legolas has extended so much kindness to me, and Tauriel also… But I know that even though I love it here, I don't belong."
Boromir opened his mouth, but she held up a hand. "I know what you'll say, that I should go with you to Gondor, which that's where I really belong, but I'm not so sure. I belong with people like me. Other Casters, but there are none. So really I don't belong anywhere."
She finished, and wondered why she decided to say all of this to Boromir.
He gave her a soft smile. "You belong where you choose to."
She smiled at his use of her own words from their earlier meeting.
They continued walking along the path, and it finally led them back into the Halls. Kayla thanked Boromir, and turned to go to her room, when he caught her hand. "Just consider, Lady Kayla, that even though you may believe you do not belong within the walls of the White City, that it may be good to experience it. Perhaps you will find that you do belong in the place you least expected." He gave her a soft smile, still grasping her hand.
"You certainly are good with words, Boromir, of Gondor. I'll consider it."
He nodded and dropped her hand, and turned and walked away from her.
Kayla rubbed her face. "What are you doing? You can't even consider it!" She chided herself.
She leaned her back against the wall. But the way Boromir speaks of his home, it seems so enticing. She shook her head trying to force the thoughts out of her head. Yes but the idea of meeting up with your crazy aunt is so much less enticing.
Kayla forced herself away from the wall and continued on to her room. She collapsed on her bed, rolling over so her face was in the blankets, she let out a groan.
After a few minutes she got up and changed out of her clothes, washing, and replacing them with a new set tunic and leggings. She pulled out her hair and raked her fingers through it multiple times.
She walked out of her room and made her way down towards Legolas's chambers, she walked through the entrance without a second thought, but jumped back, when she was greeted by the sight of a very shirtless Legolas. He turned and his face lit up at the sight of her. She turned away in embarrassment.
"Oh… uh… Sorry… I-I guess I should've… should've knocked…" She trailed off and she felt her face reddening.
Suddenly she felt a pair of hands on her shoulders.
Don't stare at his chest don't stare at his chest don't stare at his chest
She chanted to herself in her head, then she forced herself to look up into Legolas's blue eyes.
"I missed you. When I returned you had left the library."
She sensed that even though he didn't let his emotions shine through, he was hurt. He knew she had been with Boromir. In a way it made her feel almost guilty. She didn't say anything, continuing to force herself to meet his eyes. He pushed some stray hair away from her face that had fallen, covering her left eye.
He let one hand slowly trail down her right arm, eventually to her hip, and then behind where his hand came to rest on the small of her back.
"I missed you." He repeated. Then he pulled her to him wrapping his arms around her tightly.
Kayla was slightly shocked, but let her hands come to rest lightly on his shoulder blades. She could feel the muscles beneath her fingers tense at the contact.
He moved away from her, and she went to step back, but he seemed to change his mind and pulled her back to him, one arm still firm around her waist. She looked up at him in alarm, but the look soon vanished, when his lips met hers.
He deepened the kiss, and she matched his hunger. Her hands slid from his back down to his hips, and then back up his chest, to his neck. A small growl escaped from the back of his throat, and he lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, and pushed her, so she had her back against the wall.
Kayla allowed her hands to explore a little more, and eventually got tangled in his soft hair.
She pulled away first, gasping for air. Her eyes came to rest on his blue ones, now darkened.
Legolas looked at their compromising position, and put her down slowly, a slight redness coming to his cheeks. He averted his eyes, but kept his arms around her, and she was grateful. Kayla wasn't sure if she could stand by herself.
Kayla giggled and reached up to touch one of Legolas's cheeks. It was still burning with color.
"I am sorry." He said quietly.
"Uh… for what?" Kayla asked thoroughly confused.
"I put you in quite a compromising position. I did not mean to push you over any boundaries."
Kayla just snorted. "You weren't the only one pushing."
He looked down at her, his eyes had returned back to their normal color. Legolas looked at a loss for words, so Kayla stood on her toes and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.
"I missed you too." She untangled herself from his arms, and walked slowly over to a soft chair that sat in the corner. She placed herself in it, and looked up to find Legolas watching her.
"I was out walking with Boromir. He tried convincing me to go with him to Gondor."
Legolas's face tightened, but he chose not to speak.
"I am considering it."
He looked at her, with something in her eyes that reminded her of betrayal.
She held up her hands. "But I know I shouldn't. I can't go. Not without knowing what's going on. Or, without being able to protect myself."
When he still said nothing, she said, "I don't consider it without regret. You have been nothing but kind. And you are my friend. I do not want to lose you so soon." I don't want to lose you ever. She almost physically flinched as the words ran through her mind, but she forced herself to ignore them.
Legolas finally moved. She watched his beautiful form move over to the bed, where he sat down, still eying her.
"That's what I came here to tell you. You make this place my home, but I do not belong here."
He chose to fixate on the last part of her sentence, before she could finish. "So you believe that you belong there? With people who will only wish to use you for what you have?"
His words were like a blow to Kayla. "I know I won't belong there either, Legolas. The thing is I don't belong anywhere." Unless you count by your side. I definitely belong there. She kept the words inside her head. Now was not the time to say something stupid.
"Unlike you, I don't have a people to go to. My people are gone. For all we know my aunt and I are the last ones."
He sat there tense, and brooding. Kayla hesitated before getting up and cautiously moving over to the bed. She sat down beside him, but he wouldn't look at her.
She scooted closer to him, and rested a hand on his shoulder. She felt him tense even more.
"You didn't let me finish what I was saying. I was trying to tell you that you make this place my home, and even though I don't belong most of the time I don't notice because I'm with you. Legolas, you are my home. You helped me and took me in, even if others didn't approve."
Legolas's eyes instantly snapped to Kayla's face.
Kayla gave him a soft smile. "I heard you talking to Tauriel in the hall. Your father and most of the other elves don't think I should be here. And yet after everything, you decided to help me. This is what I'm trying to tell you. You are my home Legolas."
His eyes searched hers, and then he slowly leaned in and his lips met hers. This kiss was different from the last. It was sweet, and soft. He pulled away, resting his forehead to hers.
"And you are mine, Kayla."
