#33 Dreams and Fantasies
Legolas shivered and wrapped his arms around his body in an effort to keep warm whilst wondering just why his body felt as if it were covered in ice.
He was an elf.
He should not feel the cold.
Looking up to the sky he watched, mesmerised as bright red flakes of snow swirled and danced their way down from pillows of clouds, plump and fluffy in the glow of the setting sun. Their frantic yet graceful movements reminding him of silvans cavorting at a yule festival in the Greenwood.
He shivered again and once more his mind wondered at the uncharacteristic movement as he hugged himself tighter, lowering his gaze to the ground beneath him as he pondered the strange fact.
It was soon joined by another.
He seemed to have sat himself down in a shallow pool coloured as crimson as the falling snow, which felt strangely warm and sticky to the touch.
"Lad ye!"
The faint growl of a voice accompanied his next shiver and he frowned, tilting his head in an effort to interpret the sound.
"Don…a…leaf…mah!"
The elf shook his head as the voice became more insistent yet no more distinct. What was this strange language? It made no sense whatsoever. Brushing the sounds off as naught but a fantasy created by an over tired mind, he went back to contemplating the intricate patterns woven by the pirouetting snowflakes. Beautiful…simply beautiful…
A/N
Sorry it has taken me so long to update but I just lost all faith in myself as a writer for a while and although I am still struggling I am trying to get back to at least finishing what I have started.
Thanks for reading.
