In the second sentence after "That sick bastard..." of the last chapter near the top, I meant 'in the dim light,' not 'even in the dark'. Sorry! I listened to Evening Falls by Enya for the next few chapters.... So maybe that might help a little? :)
Aunorey lept up and screamed. "Legolas!" Aunorey ran into the black, freezing water. She was waist deep, her hands groping the water around her, moving in circles. "Legolas!"
Her heart caught in her throat. No bubbles rose to the surface, to sign of him or the sirens. She began to panic, and a sob rose up. She had no idea what to do. Aunorey held her breathe and went under the surface.
Aunorey waved her hands wildly in search of him. Nothing but water passed through her fingers and panic soon became terror. What had they done to him?
She rose quickly to the surface for air, and began to go under again when she felt something grab her ankle and then her hand. Aunorey got ready to scream but the tug on her hand loosened and wrapped itself around her waist. She looked down and relief ran rampant through her veins. "Legolas!" Aunorey shrieked, and swam backwards to the shore. "Legloas, Oh, my dear sweet Eru, Legolas..." She sat on the sandy bank and held him in between her legs, her chest to his back. His eyes were closed, but he didn't seem to be in pain, only out of breathe and sort of... dazed.
"Legolas? Darling, please, talk to me." Tears of desperation and worry welled up in Aunorey's eyes and she blinked away the itch. She began to stroke his hair away from his face, the thick, long tresses ran smoothly through her fingers and clung to her skin. It looked silvery in the moonlight. She laid Legolas down and began to look at his wounds... Only... there were no wounds...
"Legolas Greenleaf, I swear if you don't look at me...." Aunorey began to think she was just talking to herself when he grabbed her wrist. Legolas began to blink and cough as he gently moved her away from him so he could sit up. He let out a low moan as he rubbed his back, and when his eyes were fully opened he looked at something straight in front of him.
Turning her head to see what he was staring at, Aunorey saw Glirendal on the rock, alone. She looked sad, and Aunorey could see tears that sparkled like glitter fall down her cheeks and down onto the stone. Her midnight black hair curled at the ends and covered her body, and she nodded at Aunorey before she dove back into the water. Glirendal knew her curse was over, and it was time to go home.
Legolas finally turned his complete, if not dazed attention to Aunorey. A weak smile reached his lips and he lifted his hand to cup Aunorey's face. She instantly grabbed his wrists and pressed her now tear soaked cheek into his palm and began to cry. "Legolas, what a very, very strange journey this has become..."
Legolas gathered her into his arms and held her. "Aunorey, I'm better now, nothing to worry about." He stroked her hair as she had his and kissed the top of her head.
Aunorey looked up at him. "I can't believe only these past what... nine, ten, eleven days can change so many years." Was all she was able to get out.
Legolas continued to stroke her hair, shushing her. "Come on, we need to go home, Aunorey."
Aunorey's forehead was marred with worry lines and she looked helpless. Legolas helped her up, and hugged her, comforted her, and loved the way she pressed her face to his chest and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He kissed the side of her face. "Don't worry about anything..."
Grabbing her hand and letting out a shrill whistle, Legolas began to walk into the forest. A few moments later, his large white horse, whom she just discovered a few days ago had a name: Glirendal, just about pounded his way through the forest to Legolas. When he reached them, Legolas gently picked Aunorey up and put her on the saddle. He kissed her hand and held it while grabbing the reins, and began to lead the way back to where Mariu lay.
A few moments later, Legolas picked up his bow, which was still under the large willow tree. He tied it to the saddle, and picked up his knife and put it back in its case. All the while, Aunorey noticed how Legolas purposefully ignored Mariu's corpse. It was sort of eery, watching him. Aunorey knew there were two very different sides to Legolas, more than two, but she loved each and every one of him. He could be insanely violent and painstakingly careless and mind-numbing loving, among other things, Aunorey thought as she felt Legolas get into the saddle and straddle her from behind. She leaned against him and loved the feel of his arms wrapping around her. He kicked the horse once and they left all behind them.
Aunorey lept up and screamed. "Legolas!" Aunorey ran into the black, freezing water. She was waist deep, her hands groping the water around her, moving in circles. "Legolas!"
Her heart caught in her throat. No bubbles rose to the surface, to sign of him or the sirens. She began to panic, and a sob rose up. She had no idea what to do. Aunorey held her breathe and went under the surface.
Aunorey waved her hands wildly in search of him. Nothing but water passed through her fingers and panic soon became terror. What had they done to him?
She rose quickly to the surface for air, and began to go under again when she felt something grab her ankle and then her hand. Aunorey got ready to scream but the tug on her hand loosened and wrapped itself around her waist. She looked down and relief ran rampant through her veins. "Legolas!" Aunorey shrieked, and swam backwards to the shore. "Legloas, Oh, my dear sweet Eru, Legolas..." She sat on the sandy bank and held him in between her legs, her chest to his back. His eyes were closed, but he didn't seem to be in pain, only out of breathe and sort of... dazed.
"Legolas? Darling, please, talk to me." Tears of desperation and worry welled up in Aunorey's eyes and she blinked away the itch. She began to stroke his hair away from his face, the thick, long tresses ran smoothly through her fingers and clung to her skin. It looked silvery in the moonlight. She laid Legolas down and began to look at his wounds... Only... there were no wounds...
"Legolas Greenleaf, I swear if you don't look at me...." Aunorey began to think she was just talking to herself when he grabbed her wrist. Legolas began to blink and cough as he gently moved her away from him so he could sit up. He let out a low moan as he rubbed his back, and when his eyes were fully opened he looked at something straight in front of him.
Turning her head to see what he was staring at, Aunorey saw Glirendal on the rock, alone. She looked sad, and Aunorey could see tears that sparkled like glitter fall down her cheeks and down onto the stone. Her midnight black hair curled at the ends and covered her body, and she nodded at Aunorey before she dove back into the water. Glirendal knew her curse was over, and it was time to go home.
Legolas finally turned his complete, if not dazed attention to Aunorey. A weak smile reached his lips and he lifted his hand to cup Aunorey's face. She instantly grabbed his wrists and pressed her now tear soaked cheek into his palm and began to cry. "Legolas, what a very, very strange journey this has become..."
Legolas gathered her into his arms and held her. "Aunorey, I'm better now, nothing to worry about." He stroked her hair as she had his and kissed the top of her head.
Aunorey looked up at him. "I can't believe only these past what... nine, ten, eleven days can change so many years." Was all she was able to get out.
Legolas continued to stroke her hair, shushing her. "Come on, we need to go home, Aunorey."
Aunorey's forehead was marred with worry lines and she looked helpless. Legolas helped her up, and hugged her, comforted her, and loved the way she pressed her face to his chest and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He kissed the side of her face. "Don't worry about anything..."
Grabbing her hand and letting out a shrill whistle, Legolas began to walk into the forest. A few moments later, his large white horse, whom she just discovered a few days ago had a name: Glirendal, just about pounded his way through the forest to Legolas. When he reached them, Legolas gently picked Aunorey up and put her on the saddle. He kissed her hand and held it while grabbing the reins, and began to lead the way back to where Mariu lay.
A few moments later, Legolas picked up his bow, which was still under the large willow tree. He tied it to the saddle, and picked up his knife and put it back in its case. All the while, Aunorey noticed how Legolas purposefully ignored Mariu's corpse. It was sort of eery, watching him. Aunorey knew there were two very different sides to Legolas, more than two, but she loved each and every one of him. He could be insanely violent and painstakingly careless and mind-numbing loving, among other things, Aunorey thought as she felt Legolas get into the saddle and straddle her from behind. She leaned against him and loved the feel of his arms wrapping around her. He kicked the horse once and they left all behind them.