Legolas followed her with his eyes. As she rose, he waited until Aunorey had reached the back stairs to follow her. He came up behind her silently, and as she turned to go into the hall, he grabbed her and covered her mouth, pushing her until they reached his room, which was only two rooms down from hers. He shoved her inside, closed and latched the door, and turned to see Aunorey sprawled on the floor. He moved quietly through the room, lighting a fire in the hearth and lighting a few candles before finally pushing his hood back and letting his long, golden hair spill forth. He turned toward her, his blue eyes hard.
"Y.. You!" Aunorey sputtered. She rose with all of the dignity and grace she could muster and stood her ground, her hands balled into fists at her sides.
"Yes, me." Sarcasm laced his words. "You are hard to follow sometimes, Aunorey, you know that? What a ruckus you cause! And all for what? What is it you need?" His eyes narrowed as he took her in, with what seemed real, and was truly fake, disgust. Legolas paced in front of her. "Attention?" He turned his back on her, taking his cloak off, revealing a brown vest with hand-stitched designs made of silver thread over a green dublet. A black belt was around his waist, down to the tight forest coloured breeches. Aunorey looked at him as something gleamed in the firelight, and noticed he still wore two pieces of armor. He had clanked around his forearms two metal pieces that had Elvish inscribing on them. Unable to look at him anymore, she looked down at his feet which were clad in knee-high brown boots. They were still clean, meaning the horse outside was his.
Horse?
An idea suddenly spraing into her head. "Attention?" She finally spat out. "Yes, Legolas, that is what I need. As though I didn't get enough negative attention from you."
Legolas heard annoyance and anger in her tone, but no fear. Good, he thought, I shall make her fear. The little wench, she needs someone to tame her.
Although he had no idea she would be the one to tame him.