And here we go! Part two! Also, it's the longest drabble so far... I don't even think drabbles are supposed to be that long... heh, oh well! I guess I'm just trying to make up for the time that I didn't post anything. Welp, hope you all enjoy!


Lost (Part 2)

After what seemed like ages, the storm had finally gone away, giving Taran and Eilonwy the chance to proceed with finding their way back to the cottage. Except they were now left wandering in the dark with only the light coming off of Eilonwy's bauble. Taran had been carrying a stick he found in case if they were to come across something or someone, even though in the back of his mind, he knew a stick won't quite do much. Nevertheless, it was much better than nothing at all.

The boy looked over to Eilonwy, who had remained silent most of the time, much to his surprise. Not that he was complaining, of course. Though, he still couldn't help but wonder what had been going through the girl's mind. Was she feeling tired? Was she still upset with him after their small dispute? Was she thinking about the brief moment they nearly shared? Taran's face suddenly flushed at the thought of that. Of all the doltish things he's done or thought about, being intrigued about such a thing was perhaps the foolish one of them all.

Taran abruptly snapped out of his thoughts when he heard what sounded like footsteps approaching them beyond the large trees. He glanced at the princess with a worried look before he cautiously began to make his way towards the footsteps. Eilonwy quietly followed right behind him as the bauble's light dimmed down. Taran slowly raised his stick, then once he finally reached the tree, he suddenly jumped from behind it, in hopes of scaring off whoever or whatever was coming towards them.

"Great Belin!" shouted the figure.

He immediately lowered the stick and looked at the familiar figure in surprise. "Fflewddur?"

The bard nervously glanced at the two from behind his harp and sighed a breath of relief. "Oh, it's only the two of you, thank goodness!"

Eilonwy smiled brightly and clasped her hands. "Oh Fflewddur, it's so great to see you again!"

"What are you doing out here?" Taran wondered.

"Actually, I was just on my way to Caer Dallben. I would have arrived much sooner if it were not for the storm that passed earlier. Of course, I don't think I'll be able to make it by tonight." He chuckled before he looked at Taran and Eilonwy questionably. "Say, what are you two doing out here at such a late hour?"

"We got lost along the way," Taran admitted, sheepishly rubbing his neck.

"And we ended up getting caught in the storm as well," Eilonwy added as she glanced at the boy with a blank expression.

The bard scratched his chin momentarily and nodded. "Ah, I see. Well, I suppose we should find a place to rest until morning."

"That might be best," Taran said as they began to make their way to do just that.


The companions wandered off for a short while until they found a decent area to rest for the night. Before they settled down on some large logs sitting on the ground, they took a few moments to collect some wood to build a small fire. While Taran prodded the fire with a stick, he listened as Eilonwy spoke to Fflewddur about how he had been fairing. The boy smiled to himself as he thought back to his first grand adventure with both the bard and the princess, as well as his furry little friend. Even though it had only taken place a few weeks before, Taran couldn't help but feel like he was back in those days once more.

However, he had been so lost in thought that he didn't realize Eilonwy was trying to get his attention. "W-What was that?"

"I believe you have poked the fire long enough now. That stick is going to vanish before you know it!"

Taran playfully rolled his eyes before he ended up throwing the stick with the rest of the buring wood. Fflewddur looked at the boy and chuckled to himself while he fixed the strings on his harp, which snapped when he told them about how he took on a few wolves that he came across in the forest. Truth to be told, he was only left running for his life.

Once the bard managed to fix his instrument, Eilonwy looked at him in curiosity. "Would it be alright if you played a song, Fflewddur?"

He looked over to the princess and grinned brightly. "Oh, gladly! A reunion such as this one will not be complete without a song played by a Fflam! Now let's see here.." Fflewddur looked down to his harp and began to pluck on a few strings, which came off as a cheerful tune.

Both Taran and Eilonwy smiled as they listened to the music intently before the girl soon found herself moderately swaying along with the melody. Taran watched her in delight, then suddenly thought about doing something he never thought he would do. The boy eventually stood up and timidly offered his hand to Eilonwy, only to receive a puzzled look from her.

"Would you care to dance..?" asked Taran with a sheepish grin.

The girl blankly stared at him for a few moments before she laughed quietly to herself. "An assistant pig-keeper is asking me to dance?"

"Go on, Princess Eilonwy," Fflewddur lead on with a joyful smile as he continued to play his instrument.

The two glanced at the bard before looking back to each other. Eilonwy soon found herself smiling up at Taran as she finally took his hand and stood up.

"Do you even know how to dance, Taran?"

Taran opened his mouth to respond, but only ended up shrugging instead. "Well, I suppose we will find out soon enough."

With that, the boy attempted to lead the way, which only resulted in a lot of stumbling and stepping on one's feet. Eilonwy couldn't help but laugh at his constant blunders, leaving her wondering if she should take the lead instead. Fflewddur, in the meantime, continued to play the joyous tune on his harp and watched as the two had a grand time. When the song nearly reached the end, Taran finally managed to get his footing right. Or at least, he was much better than how he first started off, which impressed the princess.

Fflewddur plucked on the strings one last time before the musical sound slowly faded away. Both Taran and Eilonwy pulled away from each other and applauded as Fflewddur bowed down slightly. Then in an instant, a harp string snapped.

"Ah, there it goes again," Fflewddur chuckled sheepishly, "Excuse me for a moment.."

Eilonwy giggled quietly as she turned her attention to Taran, who was still trying to catch his breath.

"Well, that was rather exciting," Eilonwy admitted, grinning slightly, "I thought you were going to be much worse than you were."

Taran raised a brow and scoffed playfully, "I'm not even sure if that is supposed to make me feel better."

The princess laughed softly and shook her head. "Well, I didn't say you were the worst.. but I most certainly didn't say you were the best either."

"I suppose that is fair enough.." Taran said sheepishly.


The fire was put out after some time, leaving the companions with nothing but darkness around them. Taran settled down against the log he previously sat upon and gazed up at the stars peacefully. The boy spent much of his time lost in thought as his friends rested in the meantime. However, he nearly found himself dozing off in the process. That is, until he heard footsteps coming towards him. He tilted his head to see Eilonwy walking up to him with her bauble cupped in her hands.

"You should be resting," Taran said.

"I can say the same to you," Eilonwy said in return as she sat down beside him. "You know, I don't think I ever really apologized for being cross with you earlier today.." she paused for a moment before she gave Taran an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, Taran."

"You are forgiven... and I would also like to apolog-"

"You are forgiven as well," she interrupted, smiling softly, "I know you didn't mean to get us lost. Just... do be more careful where you lead us to."

Taran gave her a small smile and nodded, "I will."

"And tell Dallben about something like this first. You don't want to worry him, do you?"

"Yes, I know.."

The two of them looked up at the clear sky in silence for a few moments before Eilonwy went on. "Well, today was actually quite exciting, despite the trouble we've encountered."

Taran turned to face her and looked at her in wonder. "You enjoyed it?"

"Well, of course! Anything like this is much better than going over some silly lessons.. or being told what to do and what to wear..." The princess trailed off and sighed softly, "Just knowing that I'll have to be returning to all of that soon.. it's disappointing, really."

"I do wish you can stay," Taran mumbled.

"I know, Taran. I wish for the same. But-"

"You cannot," he cut in. "I understand..."

The princess gave Taran a weak smile before turning her gaze down to her bauble. "I would like to have that more than anything at this moment."

Taran glanced at her in thought, wishing there was something he can do, even though he knew nothing can be done. He spent quite some time lost in thought before he realized his gaze somehow ended on her lips. The boy's cheeks flushed as he looked away from her and accidentally let out a nervous laugh. Quickly, he tried to clear his throat to cover his slip up.

Eilonwy raised an eyebrow as she looked at the pig-keeper in confusion. "Taran of Caer Dallben, what is so amusing to you all of a sudden?"

"It's.." The boy briefly stammered before he quickly shook his head. "I-It's nothing to worry about.."

Eilonwy looked at him and giggled to herself, knowing it was obvious that Taran had something to say. "By the looks of it, it doesn't quite seem like nothing. Do tell!"

Taran's face reddened. Thankfully for him, it didn't seem to be noticeable for Eilonwy to see, even under the bauble's light. "Well, I.. y-you see, I.."

"Yes..?" The princess asked softly.

Taran finally turned to look at her and met her questioning eyes. He mentally slapped his forehead, knowing there would most likely be no way out of this now. Suddenly, his heart began to race. Then, without giving much thought to it, he shut his eyes tightly and leaned forward in a swift motion until his lips crashed against Eilonwy's. The girl jumped in surprise at his sudden action, barely having a chance to react properly. Though, her confusion soon vanished as she gradually closed her eyes and found herself enjoying the delightful moment. Taran, on the other hand, didn't quite know what he was doing. Even though they both went through small mishaps involving them to come together, he was still uncertain as to how such a thing worked, and why it seemed rather pleasing. He pulled away moments after, perhaps a little too quickly and was left speechless.

Eilonwy opened her eyes, only to see Taran struggling to find the right words to say. She couldn't help but giggle softly. "Is this your new way of sharing your thoughts?"

Taran managed to let out a small laugh, but he was soon taken over by embarrassment. Within moments, he buried his face in his hands and shook his head. "I.. I'm sorry. That was foolish of me."

"No no, Taran. It's fine! I think it was rather sweet of you," she paused and immediately realized how warm her cheeks felt. Feeling somewhat relieved, the boy peeked up at her. "And.. well.. it wasn't quite like those other times we shared. This was more..."

"Pleasant," Taran finished, unsure whether or not that was the word Eilonwy was looking for. "I-It was pleasant."

"Yes.. pleasant," Eilonwy repeated as she looked at him with a timid smile. Neither of them said a word for a few moments until Eilonwy finally stood up from her spot.

"You should get some rest, Taran," she said, gently kicking his foot. With that said, she walked off to find a more comfortable spot to rest, leaving the boy by himself.

How can I possibly rest now? Taran thought as he brought his hands back to his face to hide the broad smile forming on his lips.


And there ya have it! Their first real kiss. So awkward. So cute.. mostly cute... gosh I wish there was more fan art of these two.