A/N: Here's the new chapter. The last one was as far as I'd written up… from here; it's a first draft. Feel free to comment on the… uhh… crappyness of it. ^^; If I write too fast, the story tends to go from "brainless fluff" to "brainless smut." The short chapters keep it from doing so. I apologize, but… yeah. Anyways, more nekkid Legolas!
Disclaimer: *sighs* I still own Andreal. I still don't own LOTR. *snifls* I still don't own Orlando Bloom. ;-;!
Caught, Chapter 6
Andreal stared at Legolas (who stared back) for several moments. Finally, embarrassment won out over the confusion, and both looked away. 'Come on!' Andreal told herself. 'It isn't like I've never been touched… there before…' The female elf took a few deep, calming breaths. 'After 1,613 years, I should be used to it.' She looked down at herself. 'It isn't like I'm small…and males are fascinated by what they don't have…' She looked up at Legolas, who was flushing in humiliation. 'None of them have ever really looked like that after…touching…before…' Before she'd completely made up her mind, Andreal moved forward, toward Legolas, just as the male elf came forth to apologize.
They collided somewhere in between. Andreal gasped, and Legolas marveled at the way her chest felt against his. He didn't have time to think before his body made its decision for him. His hand reached up and his fingers stroked along her cheekbone, then made their way into her dark hair. Andreal looked up, and their eyes met, as if he was asking her permission.
Andreal couldn't think. In her sixteen some centuries, she'd never had contact like this with another being. She felt as if she would melt at any moment. When the male elf leaned in and pressed his lips lightly to hers, she was amazed that she didn't melt.
Both of them snapped back to attention at the sound of heavy footfalls crunching on dead leaves and twigs. 'Gimli. Aragorn is too careful for that,' Andreal analyzed.
"Gimli has come to look for me. I told them that if I was not back at camp in an hour, that they should begin searching," Legolas confirmed Andreal's suspicion. Legolas listened more closely, then whispered to Andreal, "Get down!"
Andreal dove underwater, just in time to avoid being seen by the dwarf. "Legolas!" Gimli cried, more than a little tipsy, no doubt the aftereffects of drinking a bit of his supply of alcohol.
'Oh, no…' Legolas' mind chased itself. 'Andreal can't stay underwater forever… but coming up for air would mean being seen by…' he shuddered slightly, 'the dwarf.'
Andreal, at the sound of the dwarf's half-drunken bellow, found the solution. Her prior knowledge of this place was, indeed, useful.
