Heheheheh another chapter.... This is fun.
Aunorey had moved them into the small grove a couple feet away that was awash with moonlight because of a breaking in the trees. Tears sprang to Aunorey's eyes when Legolas groaned as he turned over for her. A deep, long gash that looked like purple flesh with bruised skin smeared with red blood ran in between some of Legolas's ribs. She felt softly, no broken bones. Angry tears spilled over when she turned her hand over to find that her own skin was soaked with blood just from barely touching him. She looked over to where Mariu lay, and a thick knot in her throat kept her from speaking for a moment.
"That sick bastard..."
Legolas rolled over again, trying to keep pressure off of his side. His breath came in quick, short spurts and she could see, even in the dark, that his face had gone white and his blue eyes glinted and had turned black. There were tight lines around his mouth. But he acted as though nothing was wrong, and he grabbed Aunorey's clean hand and kissed her fingertips and the palms gently, blowing warm air on them to keep her warm. He suddenly began to shake, and she realized, looking down, that he had been stabbed in the back of his thigh, too. Legolas hadn't even realized it yet, either, Aunorey realized.
"Aunorey." His voice was quiet, and his eyes were a glazed over white, and he kissed her hand again, and smiled at her, his lips turning a flushed pink colour. "You KNOW what Mariu said to you isn't true." He kissed her fingertips. "You're beautiful, you're mine..." His eyes seemed to search hers. "You want me to touch you, right?"
Aunorey cried out, and bent over to kiss Legolas's lips over and over again. "Of course I do." She murmured.
Legolas grinned, and stroked her hair, and pleasure took over the pain when she nuzzled his hand with her cheek.
"Mariu..." Legolas let out a quick cough, and Aunorey was afraid there might be blood coming out of his mouth, too. He coughed again quickly and wiped his mouth, and kept on. "Mariu was sick... Demented, I guess. Just good at hiding it. He was jealous. What we're doing..." He squeezed his eyes shut before opening them. He couldn't see. "What we're doing isn't wrong, Norey." He kissed her palm again. "Now help me up, we have to go to the river."
"What?!" Aunorey rested on her heels. "No, you can't walk!"
"Yes, I can, I need to get to those sirens."
"Sirens?"
"Yes, listen...."
A song was flowing through the air, through the leaves, and met both their ears. It was a sad, beautiful sound. (A/N the same song from when Legolas gave Lent for Gandalf or whatever) Aunorey groaned. "So that was what Mariu was talking about. I didn't hear them..."
Legolas grabbed Aunorey's hand. "Help me up." He struggled and quickly stood up, standing still blinking to get rid of the dizziness and blindness. He looked down at Aunorey, who had pressed some of the silk from her dress to his back. He had no idea that the irises of his eyes had turned an obsidian black, and no idea why Aunorey looked scared. "What is it?"
Aunorey shook her head. "Your eyes, they've turned black."
Legolas blinked again. "I've never before been stabbed with an elvish blade, maybe that's why." He reached over and gripped Aunorey's hand, and they walked the distance quietly to the river. Legolas kept looking over at her, and wondered how she was feeling. Her cheeks were smeared with dirt and blood, her hair a mass of tangled, glistening strands, the dress he had picked out torn and dirty. He wondered if she knew how beautiful he thought she was, even now. She never ceased to be the most beautiful creature on earth to him.
Aunorey's eyes were on the ground, her lids and eyelashes concealing her thoughts from him. He heard the singing get louder, and it lulled him, making him want to sleep and dream... and thoughts of Aunorey and the life he wanted for them flooded his brain. "Aunorey." She looked up at him, her lashes still wet. "What are you thinking?"
Aunorey shrugged lightly, her collarbone had run blood and soaked the top of her dress. "How depressed I am over this dress."
Legolas laughed. "I'll buy you ten just like it, in any colours you want."
Aunorey laughed, and teased. "All right... why not fifteen?" She tried to lighten the mood, but a dark cloud still loomed over her head. She realized it was because she wasn't saying what she thought. She sighed, and tightened her fingers between Legolas's. "It's because I love you so much, and I've never been so scared in my life, or worried for you or for myself. I honestly thought he was going to kill me... And the thought of not seeing you again..." Her throat closed and she stopped speaking.
"That's what I was thinking just a few minutes ago.... Aunorey," He said, after a moment's pause. "I want to be with you."
Aunorey's heart blossomed, but her head kept saying No, it can never be. She had no idea why. "For how long?"
"As long as you'll let me." Legolas said quietly.
Aunorey looked up at him, and suddenly both of them had wet feet. Aunorey laughed and looked down. They were at the river. Legolas sat down, and pulled her down with him. "Be very, very quiet. And just listen."
Legolas sat straight backed, his legs folded. He forgot about the intense pain and began to speak a counter-curse. He needed the sirens help. The sirens here were probably the same as the ones that lived in the sea that Mirkwood overlooked. He had met one, just once, when he had been a little, little boy, and had swam out too far when his parents weren't looking. A Siren had come, named Glirendal, and had brought him back as far as she could. Glirendal was so beautiful you could hardly look her in the face without thinking you were dreaming. She had been wearing a necklace made of shells and glass and inside the glass you could see some sort of smoke. He remembered he had asked what it was before she left.
Her voice was accented, soft, and powerful, (A/NLike Arwen's in the 1st LOTR when she had found Frodo after he had been stabbed), and she had told him it was the most powerful healing in all the world, and that only Siren's had it for they were the only ones who knew where in the sea it came from. They used it only when commanded.
Legolas began a long, lilting speech, his voice seemed to change even to Aunorey's ears. He spoke in a husky, powerful voice in Elvish, and closed his eyes. There were a few delicate splashes and Aunorey closed her eyes. When Legolas finished chanting, she opened her eyes, and saw Legolas stand up on his own and wade waist deep into the water. Two Sirens sat on the rocks in the river and watched him. They had black hair that glinted silver when struck by moonlight, and amazing features.
Aunorey had never seen anyone so stunningly gorgeous. Their wavy, long hair covered their breasts, their skin a milky white with fins of multi coloured metallic-coloured scales. She wasn't envious, actually, merely curious.
She heard Legolas's low, powerful voice and saw the Siren's almond shaped eyes tilt and watch him curiously. He spoke in Sindarin, and used his hands as he spoke, which surprised Aunorey greatly, because he had to be in great pain. Blood trailed down from the gash on his back to float onto the black water.
Suddenly, the Siren that had sat highest on the water lept gracefully from the rock, and came up behind Legolas, and before he could turn she grabbed him and dragged him under into the black water.
Aunorey had moved them into the small grove a couple feet away that was awash with moonlight because of a breaking in the trees. Tears sprang to Aunorey's eyes when Legolas groaned as he turned over for her. A deep, long gash that looked like purple flesh with bruised skin smeared with red blood ran in between some of Legolas's ribs. She felt softly, no broken bones. Angry tears spilled over when she turned her hand over to find that her own skin was soaked with blood just from barely touching him. She looked over to where Mariu lay, and a thick knot in her throat kept her from speaking for a moment.
"That sick bastard..."
Legolas rolled over again, trying to keep pressure off of his side. His breath came in quick, short spurts and she could see, even in the dark, that his face had gone white and his blue eyes glinted and had turned black. There were tight lines around his mouth. But he acted as though nothing was wrong, and he grabbed Aunorey's clean hand and kissed her fingertips and the palms gently, blowing warm air on them to keep her warm. He suddenly began to shake, and she realized, looking down, that he had been stabbed in the back of his thigh, too. Legolas hadn't even realized it yet, either, Aunorey realized.
"Aunorey." His voice was quiet, and his eyes were a glazed over white, and he kissed her hand again, and smiled at her, his lips turning a flushed pink colour. "You KNOW what Mariu said to you isn't true." He kissed her fingertips. "You're beautiful, you're mine..." His eyes seemed to search hers. "You want me to touch you, right?"
Aunorey cried out, and bent over to kiss Legolas's lips over and over again. "Of course I do." She murmured.
Legolas grinned, and stroked her hair, and pleasure took over the pain when she nuzzled his hand with her cheek.
"Mariu..." Legolas let out a quick cough, and Aunorey was afraid there might be blood coming out of his mouth, too. He coughed again quickly and wiped his mouth, and kept on. "Mariu was sick... Demented, I guess. Just good at hiding it. He was jealous. What we're doing..." He squeezed his eyes shut before opening them. He couldn't see. "What we're doing isn't wrong, Norey." He kissed her palm again. "Now help me up, we have to go to the river."
"What?!" Aunorey rested on her heels. "No, you can't walk!"
"Yes, I can, I need to get to those sirens."
"Sirens?"
"Yes, listen...."
A song was flowing through the air, through the leaves, and met both their ears. It was a sad, beautiful sound. (A/N the same song from when Legolas gave Lent for Gandalf or whatever) Aunorey groaned. "So that was what Mariu was talking about. I didn't hear them..."
Legolas grabbed Aunorey's hand. "Help me up." He struggled and quickly stood up, standing still blinking to get rid of the dizziness and blindness. He looked down at Aunorey, who had pressed some of the silk from her dress to his back. He had no idea that the irises of his eyes had turned an obsidian black, and no idea why Aunorey looked scared. "What is it?"
Aunorey shook her head. "Your eyes, they've turned black."
Legolas blinked again. "I've never before been stabbed with an elvish blade, maybe that's why." He reached over and gripped Aunorey's hand, and they walked the distance quietly to the river. Legolas kept looking over at her, and wondered how she was feeling. Her cheeks were smeared with dirt and blood, her hair a mass of tangled, glistening strands, the dress he had picked out torn and dirty. He wondered if she knew how beautiful he thought she was, even now. She never ceased to be the most beautiful creature on earth to him.
Aunorey's eyes were on the ground, her lids and eyelashes concealing her thoughts from him. He heard the singing get louder, and it lulled him, making him want to sleep and dream... and thoughts of Aunorey and the life he wanted for them flooded his brain. "Aunorey." She looked up at him, her lashes still wet. "What are you thinking?"
Aunorey shrugged lightly, her collarbone had run blood and soaked the top of her dress. "How depressed I am over this dress."
Legolas laughed. "I'll buy you ten just like it, in any colours you want."
Aunorey laughed, and teased. "All right... why not fifteen?" She tried to lighten the mood, but a dark cloud still loomed over her head. She realized it was because she wasn't saying what she thought. She sighed, and tightened her fingers between Legolas's. "It's because I love you so much, and I've never been so scared in my life, or worried for you or for myself. I honestly thought he was going to kill me... And the thought of not seeing you again..." Her throat closed and she stopped speaking.
"That's what I was thinking just a few minutes ago.... Aunorey," He said, after a moment's pause. "I want to be with you."
Aunorey's heart blossomed, but her head kept saying No, it can never be. She had no idea why. "For how long?"
"As long as you'll let me." Legolas said quietly.
Aunorey looked up at him, and suddenly both of them had wet feet. Aunorey laughed and looked down. They were at the river. Legolas sat down, and pulled her down with him. "Be very, very quiet. And just listen."
Legolas sat straight backed, his legs folded. He forgot about the intense pain and began to speak a counter-curse. He needed the sirens help. The sirens here were probably the same as the ones that lived in the sea that Mirkwood overlooked. He had met one, just once, when he had been a little, little boy, and had swam out too far when his parents weren't looking. A Siren had come, named Glirendal, and had brought him back as far as she could. Glirendal was so beautiful you could hardly look her in the face without thinking you were dreaming. She had been wearing a necklace made of shells and glass and inside the glass you could see some sort of smoke. He remembered he had asked what it was before she left.
Her voice was accented, soft, and powerful, (A/NLike Arwen's in the 1st LOTR when she had found Frodo after he had been stabbed), and she had told him it was the most powerful healing in all the world, and that only Siren's had it for they were the only ones who knew where in the sea it came from. They used it only when commanded.
Legolas began a long, lilting speech, his voice seemed to change even to Aunorey's ears. He spoke in a husky, powerful voice in Elvish, and closed his eyes. There were a few delicate splashes and Aunorey closed her eyes. When Legolas finished chanting, she opened her eyes, and saw Legolas stand up on his own and wade waist deep into the water. Two Sirens sat on the rocks in the river and watched him. They had black hair that glinted silver when struck by moonlight, and amazing features.
Aunorey had never seen anyone so stunningly gorgeous. Their wavy, long hair covered their breasts, their skin a milky white with fins of multi coloured metallic-coloured scales. She wasn't envious, actually, merely curious.
She heard Legolas's low, powerful voice and saw the Siren's almond shaped eyes tilt and watch him curiously. He spoke in Sindarin, and used his hands as he spoke, which surprised Aunorey greatly, because he had to be in great pain. Blood trailed down from the gash on his back to float onto the black water.
Suddenly, the Siren that had sat highest on the water lept gracefully from the rock, and came up behind Legolas, and before he could turn she grabbed him and dragged him under into the black water.