Upstairs in the inn, Aunorey sat on the plush cushion in the widow seat, brushing her hair and looked out upon the small, but rather busy town. It reminded her of Rome... With parties held all night, music, people dancing... She wished she could be down there.
Aunorey sighed, a tree was right outside the widow, its leaves making more music as wind rustled through its green leaves. She looked up, and saw the moon. This was her favorite time of night, it was almost 9 o'clock, and it was clear as day. But it was darker, with everything looking washed and clean in the milky light. She sighed again, closing the wooden shutters and turning around to where Legolas was smoking a weed pipe, slouched in a chair, his long, booted legs sprawled in front of him. He was brooding, she could tell. His right arm was crossed over his chest, his left elbow resting against his right hand, and the left hand holding the pipe. His looked was straight forward, his eyes and eyebrows kind of narrowed, his mouth a thin line that only opened to release smoke.
Aunorey sat, staring at him, almost... Mesmorized. His face had shadows on it, clearly defining his face, where the hollows were, his cheek bones, his strong, straight nose. He was absolutely gorgeous...
What am I thinking? Aunorey looked away just as Legolas turned to look at her. She re-opened the windows and stared down at the crowd down the street. There was a huge fire roaring in the middle, and she could see tables and chairs everywhere, the tables laden with food and drink... People surrounded the fire, dancing, talking, laughing...
Legolas saw a look of complete longing on Aunorey's face.
"What is it?" He asked, and felt Aunorey jump. He was leaning right over her, his chest almost touching her shoulders. He had put his head right by hers to look out the window. He spotted the party.
"Nothing." She muttered, relaxing.
"Do you wish to go?" He asked her quietly.
Aunorey began to shake her head... and then nodded. "Yes, Legolas, I do. But it seems rather impossible."
"Why is that?"
"Because... it just does. You probably do not want to go, and if we did you'd watch me like a hawk."
Legolas's face took on a look of pure agony, and he sagged down on the window seat next to her. He gripped his chest in his hand and gave a meek cry. His face softened, and his jaw went slack... And then his eyes moved, he looked at her, and his mouth slowly turned into a smile, showing his straight, pearly white teeth. He started laughing, grabbed her hand. "Come, Aunorey, we will dance. But make me a promise, you will NOT run away."
Aunorey stared into his face, it was serious again. His eyes burned into hers, and his mouth was set. "I promise."
"Good, now let's go." Legolas grabbed her hand and began for the door.
"But Legolas! My clothes!" She was wearing her green silk skirt with the gold trim, and had tied loose silk around the top of the skirt that glinted gold in the firelight. Her hair was up in a messy bun, with curls and tendrils of hair hanging here and there, framing her face. Her shirt was buttoned, but not all the way to the collar. All in all, she was incredibly sexy.
Aunorey watched him size her up. "You look fine." He told her quietly. His eyes held emotions. They were guarded, except for something... A flicker she couldn't read. But as he looked at her and smiled again, she forgot about it, and took his hand and ran down the stairs with him.
As they both reached the party, still hand and hand, they were greeted warmly. Anyone was welcome!, they had exclaimed, giving them hearty slaps on the back and shoving goblets of elvish wine into their hands.
Aunorey and Legolas drank, and when they had finished, refilled their goblets. Soon, she felt rather lightheaded. She had never drank before. She felt a tugging on her arm, and saw Legolas pulling her into the crowd of dancing people. She laughed and followed him, his arm circling her hip and shoulder, her right hand resting on his shoulder, her left arms circling his own hips. It was closer than she would have liked, normally, but tonight there was something going on...
They began a type of waltz, hopping and laughing and just dancing. He twirled her around a few times... They circled the fire, laughing in each other's arms, and soon, the moon was at it's highest. As midnite crept upon them, they danced harder, the sparks floating towards the moon like fireflies. The crowd cheering, talking, it was a loud buzz. Aunorey couldn't stop laughing, Legolas getting in a few little jokes or sayings here and there. Neither of them felt tired after the dancing, the music kept going on and on...
(A/N 'Caravan' by Rachel Portman is an excellent song for this scene! So if you can download music... go ahead :). It's sexy, smooth, and makes ya' wonder... Onward!)
Legolas suddenly slowed them down, grabbing Aunorey's left hand with his, interlacing their fingers. Aunorey still felt rather lightheaded, and she gave him a brilliant smile, their feet still moving slowly. Legolas looked serious all of a sudden... The other couples swirled by them in masses of bright colours and sounds of ruffling skirts. Aunorey didn't miss the way Legolas's eyes kept floating down to her lips, and she licked them nervously. "Legolas?"
Legolas stopped them completely, ran his right hand up to her neck and lowered his head down to hers. When she didn't stop him, he brushed his mouth lightly over hers. Her eyelashes fluttered against his cheek in surprise and she sort of back her head away, but not completely. His mouth brushed the side of her mouth and her chin, and then they kissed each other. Their mouths crushed against the others, and Legolas tickled the line of her mouth with his tongue until she opened for him. Their tongues met and danced the same dance they had just done. Legolas could feel and hear her heart pounding, but there was a double beat... His heart was doing the same thing. Legolas felt her right hand creep up to his shoulder, and she pushed him closer.
Finally, Aunorey broke the kiss and stared at him. Her breathing was labored, her eyes wild. "What just happened?" She whispered.
Legolas's blue eyes looked black, deep with passion. He was scared, oh, yes, he was terrified. He didn't know how to answer...
Aunorey sighed, a tree was right outside the widow, its leaves making more music as wind rustled through its green leaves. She looked up, and saw the moon. This was her favorite time of night, it was almost 9 o'clock, and it was clear as day. But it was darker, with everything looking washed and clean in the milky light. She sighed again, closing the wooden shutters and turning around to where Legolas was smoking a weed pipe, slouched in a chair, his long, booted legs sprawled in front of him. He was brooding, she could tell. His right arm was crossed over his chest, his left elbow resting against his right hand, and the left hand holding the pipe. His looked was straight forward, his eyes and eyebrows kind of narrowed, his mouth a thin line that only opened to release smoke.
Aunorey sat, staring at him, almost... Mesmorized. His face had shadows on it, clearly defining his face, where the hollows were, his cheek bones, his strong, straight nose. He was absolutely gorgeous...
What am I thinking? Aunorey looked away just as Legolas turned to look at her. She re-opened the windows and stared down at the crowd down the street. There was a huge fire roaring in the middle, and she could see tables and chairs everywhere, the tables laden with food and drink... People surrounded the fire, dancing, talking, laughing...
Legolas saw a look of complete longing on Aunorey's face.
"What is it?" He asked, and felt Aunorey jump. He was leaning right over her, his chest almost touching her shoulders. He had put his head right by hers to look out the window. He spotted the party.
"Nothing." She muttered, relaxing.
"Do you wish to go?" He asked her quietly.
Aunorey began to shake her head... and then nodded. "Yes, Legolas, I do. But it seems rather impossible."
"Why is that?"
"Because... it just does. You probably do not want to go, and if we did you'd watch me like a hawk."
Legolas's face took on a look of pure agony, and he sagged down on the window seat next to her. He gripped his chest in his hand and gave a meek cry. His face softened, and his jaw went slack... And then his eyes moved, he looked at her, and his mouth slowly turned into a smile, showing his straight, pearly white teeth. He started laughing, grabbed her hand. "Come, Aunorey, we will dance. But make me a promise, you will NOT run away."
Aunorey stared into his face, it was serious again. His eyes burned into hers, and his mouth was set. "I promise."
"Good, now let's go." Legolas grabbed her hand and began for the door.
"But Legolas! My clothes!" She was wearing her green silk skirt with the gold trim, and had tied loose silk around the top of the skirt that glinted gold in the firelight. Her hair was up in a messy bun, with curls and tendrils of hair hanging here and there, framing her face. Her shirt was buttoned, but not all the way to the collar. All in all, she was incredibly sexy.
Aunorey watched him size her up. "You look fine." He told her quietly. His eyes held emotions. They were guarded, except for something... A flicker she couldn't read. But as he looked at her and smiled again, she forgot about it, and took his hand and ran down the stairs with him.
As they both reached the party, still hand and hand, they were greeted warmly. Anyone was welcome!, they had exclaimed, giving them hearty slaps on the back and shoving goblets of elvish wine into their hands.
Aunorey and Legolas drank, and when they had finished, refilled their goblets. Soon, she felt rather lightheaded. She had never drank before. She felt a tugging on her arm, and saw Legolas pulling her into the crowd of dancing people. She laughed and followed him, his arm circling her hip and shoulder, her right hand resting on his shoulder, her left arms circling his own hips. It was closer than she would have liked, normally, but tonight there was something going on...
They began a type of waltz, hopping and laughing and just dancing. He twirled her around a few times... They circled the fire, laughing in each other's arms, and soon, the moon was at it's highest. As midnite crept upon them, they danced harder, the sparks floating towards the moon like fireflies. The crowd cheering, talking, it was a loud buzz. Aunorey couldn't stop laughing, Legolas getting in a few little jokes or sayings here and there. Neither of them felt tired after the dancing, the music kept going on and on...
(A/N 'Caravan' by Rachel Portman is an excellent song for this scene! So if you can download music... go ahead :). It's sexy, smooth, and makes ya' wonder... Onward!)
Legolas suddenly slowed them down, grabbing Aunorey's left hand with his, interlacing their fingers. Aunorey still felt rather lightheaded, and she gave him a brilliant smile, their feet still moving slowly. Legolas looked serious all of a sudden... The other couples swirled by them in masses of bright colours and sounds of ruffling skirts. Aunorey didn't miss the way Legolas's eyes kept floating down to her lips, and she licked them nervously. "Legolas?"
Legolas stopped them completely, ran his right hand up to her neck and lowered his head down to hers. When she didn't stop him, he brushed his mouth lightly over hers. Her eyelashes fluttered against his cheek in surprise and she sort of back her head away, but not completely. His mouth brushed the side of her mouth and her chin, and then they kissed each other. Their mouths crushed against the others, and Legolas tickled the line of her mouth with his tongue until she opened for him. Their tongues met and danced the same dance they had just done. Legolas could feel and hear her heart pounding, but there was a double beat... His heart was doing the same thing. Legolas felt her right hand creep up to his shoulder, and she pushed him closer.
Finally, Aunorey broke the kiss and stared at him. Her breathing was labored, her eyes wild. "What just happened?" She whispered.
Legolas's blue eyes looked black, deep with passion. He was scared, oh, yes, he was terrified. He didn't know how to answer...