Aunorey woke, and was startled to see a sleeping form huddled on the rug under a blanket ten feet away from her bed. Legolas was sleeping on a pillow on his stomach, his hands bended at the elbows with his hands near his face, a blanket covering his legs. His face was turned towards hers, and his hair gleamed gold in the light that cascaded through the crack in the drapes on him. He was beautiful.
But such an ass, she told herself.
Rising, she stretched, and went over to the windows. Opening the drapes, she gathered it to be about 7 o'clock. She could see there was a slight wind, and Spring was beginning to warm the air only slightly, the nights were still going to freeze.
Aunorey wondered how to wake Legolas up. After washing her face and letting her hair down and brushing it until it was nothing but beautiful waves, she changed her shirt quickly and then turned to look at the sleeping Legolas.
She put her hand to her mouth, turned quietly and began to walk, and tripped right over him.
Aunorey landed on him, causing him to go OOF! and open his eyes and grab at her. "Christ Jesus, Aunorey. What are you doing?"
"What am I doing? What are YOU doing all sprawled on the floor like that?"
Legolas chuckled and rolled over. "I'm sleepin', thanks."
She watched him close his eyes again.
"I'm going downstairs to get something to eat." She informed him, and began to walk towards the door only to have a hand wrap itself around her ankle and trip her.
"OW! That's twice I've landed on my behind in the past two minutes!" She rubbed the small of her back. "What?"
"You aren't going ANYWHERE without me." Legolas informed her drowsily. He yawned as he sat up, and then eyed her warily. "Woman, it's barely mid morning. Breakfeast isn't even for another hour. Why are ye up so early?" His accent was thicker than normal, and she noticed that as he rubbed his jaw, blonde whiskers graced his face in a light morning beard.
"I'm not up any later than I usually am." She told him, giving a growl herself. "And I'm hungry, mind you, and never am I happy or in a good mood when I am hungry. In fact, it leaves me in quite a foul disposition."
Legolas chuckled, smiling. She noticed his smiles never fully reached his eyes. Maybe loving himself isn't enough for him, she thought bitterly. But then she noticed, he hadn't once talked about himself in the past day about himself. Only about her... Nevermind that, she told herself, and gave him her death glare.
"Well, if it puts you in that foul of a disposition, then I'm sure it will put me in an even worse one." He ran a hand through his hair, straightened his clothes, and gestured towards the door. "Shall we eat downstairs, milady?"
Rolling her eyes, Aunorey opened the door and almost ran down the stairs in an atempt to be away from him.
Legolas followed lazily behind.
Seating him self next to her, each ordered the same thing, and then gave each other glances of surprise. "Copy cat." She said jokingly.
"No, you only have good taste."
They laughed, and then everything turned awkward again.
Not minding his manners, Legolas put his elbows on the table and rested his head on his heads and sighed dreamily. "What a morning..."
"Ah, good morning to you!" The innkeeper's wife came baring a tray laden with their meals. She placed two flat bowls in front of them, added a spoon, then put a large bowl filled with crème of rice in front of them, a small dish of sugar with a tiny serving spoon on the side, and two glasses of orange juice on the side. "What a cute couple ye make!" The woman swooned. "I never thought I'd see the day when two fine young folk find each other, honestly it's just not the same anymore."
She continued babbling on as she placed a water pitcher on the table and some napkins, not listening to Aunorey's own babbling of how she hated Legolas until Legolas finally firmly intervened. "We aren't a couple, madam." He said, his smooth voice low. "We are merely... acquainted, as you would call it. I am here to help her on her journey back home."
The innkeeper eyed them both. "Ah, well then! What a fine couple you two WOULD make." And with that, she picked up her platter and left, leaving Aunorey's face burning with embarrassment and Legolas chuckling with glee at the look on her face as he picked up his spoon....
But such an ass, she told herself.
Rising, she stretched, and went over to the windows. Opening the drapes, she gathered it to be about 7 o'clock. She could see there was a slight wind, and Spring was beginning to warm the air only slightly, the nights were still going to freeze.
Aunorey wondered how to wake Legolas up. After washing her face and letting her hair down and brushing it until it was nothing but beautiful waves, she changed her shirt quickly and then turned to look at the sleeping Legolas.
She put her hand to her mouth, turned quietly and began to walk, and tripped right over him.
Aunorey landed on him, causing him to go OOF! and open his eyes and grab at her. "Christ Jesus, Aunorey. What are you doing?"
"What am I doing? What are YOU doing all sprawled on the floor like that?"
Legolas chuckled and rolled over. "I'm sleepin', thanks."
She watched him close his eyes again.
"I'm going downstairs to get something to eat." She informed him, and began to walk towards the door only to have a hand wrap itself around her ankle and trip her.
"OW! That's twice I've landed on my behind in the past two minutes!" She rubbed the small of her back. "What?"
"You aren't going ANYWHERE without me." Legolas informed her drowsily. He yawned as he sat up, and then eyed her warily. "Woman, it's barely mid morning. Breakfeast isn't even for another hour. Why are ye up so early?" His accent was thicker than normal, and she noticed that as he rubbed his jaw, blonde whiskers graced his face in a light morning beard.
"I'm not up any later than I usually am." She told him, giving a growl herself. "And I'm hungry, mind you, and never am I happy or in a good mood when I am hungry. In fact, it leaves me in quite a foul disposition."
Legolas chuckled, smiling. She noticed his smiles never fully reached his eyes. Maybe loving himself isn't enough for him, she thought bitterly. But then she noticed, he hadn't once talked about himself in the past day about himself. Only about her... Nevermind that, she told herself, and gave him her death glare.
"Well, if it puts you in that foul of a disposition, then I'm sure it will put me in an even worse one." He ran a hand through his hair, straightened his clothes, and gestured towards the door. "Shall we eat downstairs, milady?"
Rolling her eyes, Aunorey opened the door and almost ran down the stairs in an atempt to be away from him.
Legolas followed lazily behind.
Seating him self next to her, each ordered the same thing, and then gave each other glances of surprise. "Copy cat." She said jokingly.
"No, you only have good taste."
They laughed, and then everything turned awkward again.
Not minding his manners, Legolas put his elbows on the table and rested his head on his heads and sighed dreamily. "What a morning..."
"Ah, good morning to you!" The innkeeper's wife came baring a tray laden with their meals. She placed two flat bowls in front of them, added a spoon, then put a large bowl filled with crème of rice in front of them, a small dish of sugar with a tiny serving spoon on the side, and two glasses of orange juice on the side. "What a cute couple ye make!" The woman swooned. "I never thought I'd see the day when two fine young folk find each other, honestly it's just not the same anymore."
She continued babbling on as she placed a water pitcher on the table and some napkins, not listening to Aunorey's own babbling of how she hated Legolas until Legolas finally firmly intervened. "We aren't a couple, madam." He said, his smooth voice low. "We are merely... acquainted, as you would call it. I am here to help her on her journey back home."
The innkeeper eyed them both. "Ah, well then! What a fine couple you two WOULD make." And with that, she picked up her platter and left, leaving Aunorey's face burning with embarrassment and Legolas chuckling with glee at the look on her face as he picked up his spoon....