Yay! I finally got mah lazy ass to work on "Stitch…" hopefully I can finish it soon. Enough blabbering, on to the thoroughly exciting Disclaimer.
Disclaimer (funfun!): Tolkein owns the characters not me. I own nothing. -_- Legolas is at my house still, in my closet eating some chips, happy as a clam.
Part IV
***Frodo***
I watched as Legolas returned from the river, a greenish tint to his face. His shockingly green eyes seemed to water, like he was on the brink of tears. I strode over to him, gently embracing his shaking body. But instead of receiving a thank you or a gentle whimper of thanks, he pulled away. That moment, all my hopes of ever having Legolas love me back were thrust back at my feet is shards like broken glass. I dejectedly watched as his beautifully sculpted body walked to the fire, sitting beside its warmth. Aragorn offered a bit of bread to him, Legolas declined. He hasn't eaten since he was raped; I'm worried that he will soon become malnourished. I sat beside him, watching out of the corner of my eye as the fire's light danced across his perfect face. A trace of bruises were still there, but his elven healing abilities were making short work of them. The fire's glow gave him a sort of ethereal beauty, like an angel. My angel, or so I wished.
~*~
Later that night, we were sitting around the fire once more, Aragorn retelling a heroic tale of Kings, Princes, Maidens, Trolls, and Orcs. Legolas stared into the flames, half-listening. I sat drinking water from my flask, watching him once more. I'm surprised he hasn't noticed how much I stare at him. I'm quite a funny sight, my behavior similar to those of childish schoolgirls lusting after the most beautiful being in school. One they cannot touch. For I cannot be with Legolas, he has made that clear to me. Or has he? I can only hope that he will still accept me. When I really do tell him how I feel.
***Legolas***
I am aware of Frodo's eyes staring into my body, but I refuse to return his stare. I cannot interpret the look as a look of worry, love, or pity. Pity, that's how everyone else looks at me. I hate it. I can always feel Gimli's eyes upon me, pitying how much in disarray I am. He is right though, even I agree. My face is ash gray with a white tinge. Eyes that used to hold such laughter now are full of fear. Dreams still plague me. Dreams that force me to relive that painful day over and over. The pain that erupted in my body, especially below my waist, it was unbearable. And the shame. I felt so much shame that day. I should've never walked alone, I knew the Orcs were near. My only consolation is Frodo. The only beautiful thing in my life, even though he doesn't know it yet. Or does he? Has he noticed my looks of adoration shot his way? Probably not, for I have tried to hide them. What would my family think if I came home in love with a hobbit, especially one of the same gender! But I can't help it, they keep returning. I shall have to tell him sometime. Soon.
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Night came, everyone climbing into their bedrolls. I sat in mine, feeling dwarfed by the sheer size of it. It was like suffocating warmth that covered my entire body. The dreams still came, worse this time. I shot awake, a cold sweat covering my brow. Seeing Frodo asleep peacefully a few beds away calmed me as I got up and walked quietly over to him. My long fingers gripped his shoulder, shaking him awake. The tears from the dream still coated my face. "Frodo." I ventured, "Frodo, wake up." It was then that his crystalline blue eyes blinked open. "Legolas? What are you doing up? Is everything alright?" He inquired quickly, scooting over and opening the covers of his bed for me to climb in. "It's the dreams, they trouble me more and more. The same visions every time, I can feel the pain." I replied in desperation, my thin form curling up to his. A sigh escaped my parted lips as his friendly arms wrapped 'bout my waist. "It's alright Legolas, It's alright." He softly cooed, lulling me to sleep in his arms. But before I slept, there was something I knew I must do. "Frodo, before another minute passes, I must tell you something. I have been trying to hide it for so long and it pains me to hold it any longer." His eyebrow rose expectantly and I drew in a deep breath. "I-I'm in love with you." The sentence spilled from my mouth in a rush, relief swept over me as soon as I uttered it. Frodo's eyes widened in surprise, at a loss for words. He opened his sweet lips to say something but I placed my finger over his mouth. "There are no needs for words right now." I replied, pressing my lips against his. To my surprise, he returned it in full. When we pulled apart, I gently smiled lying my head on the pillow. I wasn't moving.
(No, they did NOT do anything…Sorry to disappoint you ^_^)
***Frodo***
That night was the best night of my life. Being in Leoglas' arms was the most gratifying thing ever. Morning came and Aragorn came to wake me. Finding Legolas and I wrapped in each other's arms came as quite a shock. He just told us to wake up and walked away. Leoglas rose, dragging me up with him and we walked over to the fire, fingers woven together. Gimli smirked, but saying nothing. Merry and Pippin were too engrossed in their breakfast to notice. But what I saw next disturbed me somewhat. Sam sat there, green eyes eyeing our hands together. There was jealousy there, and I didn't like it.
To Be Continued
What will happen next? ~Gasp~ R&R like good little children now!
