At 7 o'clock, Aunorey rose. She opened the heavy drapes to look out at the night sky. It was a beautiful navy blue, with clouds still clinging to the sky. The stars twinkled gold and silver, and the greatness of the milky white moon stunned her. It was a beautiful night.
Aunorey felt happy... But all of a sudden, lonely. She shook the feeling off and went to the mirror to brush her hair. She was clean, dressed, and ready to go. She French braided her hair then gathered her things and went down stairs. She entered the bar area, ordered a small plate of potatoes and covered in green onions, and a glass of water. She took her meal, and sat down to enjoy it. She liked being able to just eat, and not worry about anyone watching her to slip or make a mistake or drop something on herself. Such a little leisure, but it was precious to her.
Halfway through her meal, she felt as though she were being watched. (A/N Yes, yes I sort of stole this from the movie... But I found it sooooo incredibly sexy! On with the story..) She looked around casually, spearing another potato. Not finding anyone she recognized or anyone staring at her, she looked back down at her plate. Still, the feeling did not leave her.
She looked at her cup of water, and a flashback of a memory buzzed in her brain...
She was six years old, and sitting next to nine-year-old Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood. Aunorey liked to call him Lord to tease him and knew he hated it. She had just turned to reply to something her mother had asked, and when she turned back Legolas was suddenly spooning up his soup one after the other, as quickly as he could. Although she had no reason for it, she was annoyed. She rolled her little eyes and turned back to her soup. She spooned up a little, and almost began to eat again when she saw something move in her soup. She poked at it, and it writhed beneath her spoon. The small body of a worm rose out of her soup, and then another, and another, and another.... Aunorey screamed, dropped her spoon, and grabbed Legolas's hair. She pulled Legolas's small head to the right and then down into her soup, while the shocked adults merely stared on, before realizing what she was doing and stopping her....
Aunorey looked up. She was nineteen now... That had happened so long ago, but it seemed like yesterday. What an insufferable and arrogant man Legolas Greenleaf was, she thought. They rarely spoke, but when they did he was either trying to make himself look better or put her down.
Suddenly uncomfortable, Aunorey shifted in her seat. She knew she was being watched, then. She turned her head to the side, looking over by the large hearth. A man in an inky black cloak that reached the floor sat at a small table under a window. A small candle lit the chin and nose area of the unknown man's face, and the rest of his face and head were covered with a hood, but she knew that he was looking at her. One hand rested on the hilt of a sword under his cloak and the other rested on the table. From there she could see nothing else. Aunorey stared straight back, but he still did not look away. Stopping the innkeeper, she asked who the man in the cloak was. She watched as he narrowed his eyes in the dim and smoky light, and saw the surprise register in his eyes. He replied, "I do not know, miss." Thomas lied. "Scary fellow, he is. Came 'ere three days ago. He just sits and stares, like he's waiting for something." That was truth, he knew, and excused himself. She let him wander off, and turned back to her meal. When she finished, she rose.
Aunorey felt happy... But all of a sudden, lonely. She shook the feeling off and went to the mirror to brush her hair. She was clean, dressed, and ready to go. She French braided her hair then gathered her things and went down stairs. She entered the bar area, ordered a small plate of potatoes and covered in green onions, and a glass of water. She took her meal, and sat down to enjoy it. She liked being able to just eat, and not worry about anyone watching her to slip or make a mistake or drop something on herself. Such a little leisure, but it was precious to her.
Halfway through her meal, she felt as though she were being watched. (A/N Yes, yes I sort of stole this from the movie... But I found it sooooo incredibly sexy! On with the story..) She looked around casually, spearing another potato. Not finding anyone she recognized or anyone staring at her, she looked back down at her plate. Still, the feeling did not leave her.
She looked at her cup of water, and a flashback of a memory buzzed in her brain...
She was six years old, and sitting next to nine-year-old Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood. Aunorey liked to call him Lord to tease him and knew he hated it. She had just turned to reply to something her mother had asked, and when she turned back Legolas was suddenly spooning up his soup one after the other, as quickly as he could. Although she had no reason for it, she was annoyed. She rolled her little eyes and turned back to her soup. She spooned up a little, and almost began to eat again when she saw something move in her soup. She poked at it, and it writhed beneath her spoon. The small body of a worm rose out of her soup, and then another, and another, and another.... Aunorey screamed, dropped her spoon, and grabbed Legolas's hair. She pulled Legolas's small head to the right and then down into her soup, while the shocked adults merely stared on, before realizing what she was doing and stopping her....
Aunorey looked up. She was nineteen now... That had happened so long ago, but it seemed like yesterday. What an insufferable and arrogant man Legolas Greenleaf was, she thought. They rarely spoke, but when they did he was either trying to make himself look better or put her down.
Suddenly uncomfortable, Aunorey shifted in her seat. She knew she was being watched, then. She turned her head to the side, looking over by the large hearth. A man in an inky black cloak that reached the floor sat at a small table under a window. A small candle lit the chin and nose area of the unknown man's face, and the rest of his face and head were covered with a hood, but she knew that he was looking at her. One hand rested on the hilt of a sword under his cloak and the other rested on the table. From there she could see nothing else. Aunorey stared straight back, but he still did not look away. Stopping the innkeeper, she asked who the man in the cloak was. She watched as he narrowed his eyes in the dim and smoky light, and saw the surprise register in his eyes. He replied, "I do not know, miss." Thomas lied. "Scary fellow, he is. Came 'ere three days ago. He just sits and stares, like he's waiting for something." That was truth, he knew, and excused himself. She let him wander off, and turned back to her meal. When she finished, she rose.