Authors Note: Chapter 4! Hope you enjoy... this is not the last of Silviel. The tune I hum is "You Wont Be Mine" by Matchbox 20.
Disclaimer: Please, review! And flame, that snow is getting pretty high! Anyways, I own nothing, cept Silviel and me. Enjoy!
I crept to a corner of the smoky pub and stayed there for a while, watching my sister shamelessly flirting with Legolas. Something in my stomach tightened. I wasn't jealous; I had only known him for a few days. But I didn't like seeing my sister hanging off the only friend I felt I had. After half an hour I walked out the door. I strolled down the street, my gaze foolishly focused upward. I hummed a slow tune and crossed my arms over my chest, underneath the folds of my cloak. I had the hood thrown back, allowing my hair to stream loosely down. I gazed at the sky, picking out the constellations I could name. I walked for a while, my eyes skyward.
As I came closer to the pub, a shadow emerged from the darkness at the foot of a building. My hand moved to my sword hilt, until I saw familiar blond hair. "What's wrong, my sister become boring?" I asked Legolas. My carefree mood had turned grumpy when I saw him.
He looked a little confused. "No, she's quite nice actually. The Hobbits were wondering where you went off to. Frankly, so am I." He said, not noticing or ignoring the ice in my voice.
My arms returned to the folded position under my cloak. "I went for a walk. My sister is not one of my favorite people, nor are her friends." I said, my eyes returning to the sky. The moon was a silver crescent, sending down enough light to luminate Legolas's high cheekbones.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because I don't have favorite people." I answered bluntly, my eyes never leaving the sky.
"So, we are all disliked by you?" he asked softly, sounding a little hurt. He grabbed my arm lightly, forcing me to face him. My stomach tightened nervously before I wrenched out of his grasp.
"No. Not disliked. Distanced. I don't like being close to anyone." I said, and to prove my point drifted a little farther away from him and continued to walk.
"Well, even though I haven't known you for long, you have become one of our favorite people." He said, walking again, closing the gap between us. I fidgeted. He was too close.
"Proves you have no caution," I said, my eyes reflecting the moon.
"I tend to throw caution away on occasion," he said, his eyes also drifting up to the moon. I saw the lights of the pub and sighed my relief.
"Then you will get your silly head bashed in one day," I answered sharply. I had a feeling I knew where this conversation was going. If I could avoid his eyes...
He grabbed my hand this time, taking the other when I turned. "And I'm sure you would hate that," he said, gently lowering his mouth to mine almost timidly. I stood in what I wish to call shock, but know was love for a moment, my face tilting up. Then I came crashing back to reality, and pulling away, racing down the road and into the pub. I flew up the stairs and into the room where I was supposed to stay the evening.
A blond haired, green-eyed male elf was sitting in the desk chair. "Hello Narie," he said.
"Hello Aldarion. What are you doing here?" I asked in a pleasantly icy voice. I knew why he was here of course, but I did not want to acknowledge it. He stood, striding over to take my hands. I stood, frozen in time.
"I needed to see you. Silviel told me you were here. What were you thinking, leaving me like that?" he said, crushing my lips with his mouth before the back of his hand hit my cheek with full force. I turned my head with the force of his blow, my eyes closed. "You stupid little witch, you didn't think you could survive without me, could you?" he asked, his hand gently smoothing over the place he had just hit.
"Well, am I standing now?" I asked, my eyes still closed, unable to look at the creature of my pain and nightmares that I thought I had been outrun. I felt a strong hand grasp my hair, pushing me against the wall, my head snapping on my neck. A tear escaped a closed eye.
"I don't appreciate you trying to anger me, Morier." He said, his voice dripping with venom.
"I don't think she appreciates being called Morier either. Please, let her go now." A strong voice came from the doorway. I saw the dark shape of Aragorn there, flanked by Legolas.
"And who is this? Your new keepers?" Aldarion relaxed his grip on my hair, making it look like he was smoothing it. I tried to move, but a large hand covered the small of my back, keeping me in place. My newfound courage came into play.
"Let me go. Now." I said, wrenching out of his grasp, walking over to Aragorn and Legolas. "You can't control me any more, Yrch," I said, my eyes flashing. He lunged at me, only to be grabbed by Aragorn. I shrank against Legolas, my back meeting his chest. He put out a hand to steady me.
"If you attempt to touch her again, you will be taken to Rivendell and be brought in front of the council of Elrond." Aragorn said, forcefully removing Aldarion from my room. I sank onto the bed, burying my head in shaking hands. Legolas sat next to me, putting a comforting arm around my shoulders. My shoulders were heaving, and I felt the fear settle over me like a blanket. I wept into his shoulder, feeling comforted by the strong hand stroking my hair. His other arm closed around me, gently rocking back and forth.
I calmed down several minutes later. "I can understand why you didn't want me to touch you before," he said gently, tipping my chin up with a gentle hand. I could not meet his eyes.
"I'm very tired," I said, shifting so I could get up. I felt his arms tighten around me again, keeping me there. He met my gaze and, for the second time that evening, pressed his lips gently against mine. His hands traced down the small of my back, gently circling my waist. I shattered the walls I had put up around myself by allowing my hands to travel up to his shoulders. He changed the angle of the kiss and let his hands play across my back. He broke the kiss first, standing.
"I'll let you sleep then," he said, closing my door gently. I heard him whisper something outside the door. I pulled the blankets around me gratefully and curled up. For the first time in years I slept with peaceful dreams.
A/N: WE HAVE A PLOT! And a background. Hee hee.
Disclaimer: Please, review! And flame, that snow is getting pretty high! Anyways, I own nothing, cept Silviel and me. Enjoy!
I crept to a corner of the smoky pub and stayed there for a while, watching my sister shamelessly flirting with Legolas. Something in my stomach tightened. I wasn't jealous; I had only known him for a few days. But I didn't like seeing my sister hanging off the only friend I felt I had. After half an hour I walked out the door. I strolled down the street, my gaze foolishly focused upward. I hummed a slow tune and crossed my arms over my chest, underneath the folds of my cloak. I had the hood thrown back, allowing my hair to stream loosely down. I gazed at the sky, picking out the constellations I could name. I walked for a while, my eyes skyward.
As I came closer to the pub, a shadow emerged from the darkness at the foot of a building. My hand moved to my sword hilt, until I saw familiar blond hair. "What's wrong, my sister become boring?" I asked Legolas. My carefree mood had turned grumpy when I saw him.
He looked a little confused. "No, she's quite nice actually. The Hobbits were wondering where you went off to. Frankly, so am I." He said, not noticing or ignoring the ice in my voice.
My arms returned to the folded position under my cloak. "I went for a walk. My sister is not one of my favorite people, nor are her friends." I said, my eyes returning to the sky. The moon was a silver crescent, sending down enough light to luminate Legolas's high cheekbones.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because I don't have favorite people." I answered bluntly, my eyes never leaving the sky.
"So, we are all disliked by you?" he asked softly, sounding a little hurt. He grabbed my arm lightly, forcing me to face him. My stomach tightened nervously before I wrenched out of his grasp.
"No. Not disliked. Distanced. I don't like being close to anyone." I said, and to prove my point drifted a little farther away from him and continued to walk.
"Well, even though I haven't known you for long, you have become one of our favorite people." He said, walking again, closing the gap between us. I fidgeted. He was too close.
"Proves you have no caution," I said, my eyes reflecting the moon.
"I tend to throw caution away on occasion," he said, his eyes also drifting up to the moon. I saw the lights of the pub and sighed my relief.
"Then you will get your silly head bashed in one day," I answered sharply. I had a feeling I knew where this conversation was going. If I could avoid his eyes...
He grabbed my hand this time, taking the other when I turned. "And I'm sure you would hate that," he said, gently lowering his mouth to mine almost timidly. I stood in what I wish to call shock, but know was love for a moment, my face tilting up. Then I came crashing back to reality, and pulling away, racing down the road and into the pub. I flew up the stairs and into the room where I was supposed to stay the evening.
A blond haired, green-eyed male elf was sitting in the desk chair. "Hello Narie," he said.
"Hello Aldarion. What are you doing here?" I asked in a pleasantly icy voice. I knew why he was here of course, but I did not want to acknowledge it. He stood, striding over to take my hands. I stood, frozen in time.
"I needed to see you. Silviel told me you were here. What were you thinking, leaving me like that?" he said, crushing my lips with his mouth before the back of his hand hit my cheek with full force. I turned my head with the force of his blow, my eyes closed. "You stupid little witch, you didn't think you could survive without me, could you?" he asked, his hand gently smoothing over the place he had just hit.
"Well, am I standing now?" I asked, my eyes still closed, unable to look at the creature of my pain and nightmares that I thought I had been outrun. I felt a strong hand grasp my hair, pushing me against the wall, my head snapping on my neck. A tear escaped a closed eye.
"I don't appreciate you trying to anger me, Morier." He said, his voice dripping with venom.
"I don't think she appreciates being called Morier either. Please, let her go now." A strong voice came from the doorway. I saw the dark shape of Aragorn there, flanked by Legolas.
"And who is this? Your new keepers?" Aldarion relaxed his grip on my hair, making it look like he was smoothing it. I tried to move, but a large hand covered the small of my back, keeping me in place. My newfound courage came into play.
"Let me go. Now." I said, wrenching out of his grasp, walking over to Aragorn and Legolas. "You can't control me any more, Yrch," I said, my eyes flashing. He lunged at me, only to be grabbed by Aragorn. I shrank against Legolas, my back meeting his chest. He put out a hand to steady me.
"If you attempt to touch her again, you will be taken to Rivendell and be brought in front of the council of Elrond." Aragorn said, forcefully removing Aldarion from my room. I sank onto the bed, burying my head in shaking hands. Legolas sat next to me, putting a comforting arm around my shoulders. My shoulders were heaving, and I felt the fear settle over me like a blanket. I wept into his shoulder, feeling comforted by the strong hand stroking my hair. His other arm closed around me, gently rocking back and forth.
I calmed down several minutes later. "I can understand why you didn't want me to touch you before," he said gently, tipping my chin up with a gentle hand. I could not meet his eyes.
"I'm very tired," I said, shifting so I could get up. I felt his arms tighten around me again, keeping me there. He met my gaze and, for the second time that evening, pressed his lips gently against mine. His hands traced down the small of my back, gently circling my waist. I shattered the walls I had put up around myself by allowing my hands to travel up to his shoulders. He changed the angle of the kiss and let his hands play across my back. He broke the kiss first, standing.
"I'll let you sleep then," he said, closing my door gently. I heard him whisper something outside the door. I pulled the blankets around me gratefully and curled up. For the first time in years I slept with peaceful dreams.
A/N: WE HAVE A PLOT! And a background. Hee hee.