Alright one note here: One note...lol j/k now really to the one person who wrote a review and said that how is she laying down? It's cause before I said she fell if u read back. Well anyway here's the next chapter thanks for the reviews guys!
Also: (Italics) are thoughts
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Fragile
Slowly her eyes fluttered open. Where was she? It was soft, she was warm. Those were two things she didn't feel that often. The ceiling was high; the room incredibly bright...and there was someone else there. Noticing quickly that she was not alone Omoria bolted up but was stopped abruptly due to a sharp pain that shot through her body as she moved. She fell back against the soft bed.
"~shh...laicus dad~" ~shh... lay down~
He said softly, his voice flowing with the wind. She had not the strength to argue with him now. She felt so weak. Also hungry knowing she hadn't eaten a real meal for months. As if right on cue at that moment there was a soft knock and a young woman who looked about her age came in with a tray of food. She gave the tray to Legolas and then turned to leave.
"~bene facis~" ~thank you~
He said to the Elvish maiden who then left them closing the door behind her. Legolas took the lid off of the first thing on the tray and sat next to her on the bed. She could feel his weight as he sat, his eyes looking her over with a curious nature to them. He wondered if she had even known she'd spoken in the common tongue back in the forest. If she could speak it again? So he spoke again ever so gently.
"Milady, do you think you can speak again?"
He asked doubting that she would even understand him. To his surprise though she nodded. She did understand him. Perhaps she had remembered something while she slept. It had been two days since he'd arrived in Rivendell with her. He smiled.
"Do you remember who I am?"
He questioned her. She nodded again.
"You're...Legolas?"
He smiled and placed his hand onto hers.
"Yes that's right. And you are Omoria if I heard you correctly milady."
She smiled a little, but said nothing else. Legolas reached over and picked up the food tray and placed it in front of her.
"Are you hungry?"
She smiled again,
"~ita vero~" ~yes~
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The next day after Omoria had awoken, Lord Elrond had insisted that she get out of bed and walk around. Lady Arwen: his daughter came by with a dress she had made for her. After dressing Arwen guided the cautious girl out of her room. This proved to be more difficult then it should have been. Omoria kept stopping and looking around as though she were being hunted by something. Arwen tried to get her to calm down but any time she got two close the girl would flinch and back away. In fact the only one out of all of them that seemed to be able to get close to her at all was Legolas.
"Omoria we really must press on. What is it that frightens you so?'
She said nothing. She rarely spoke to anyone. Arwen sighed.
"Do you wish to return to your room?"
Arwen's voice seemed worried. The poor girl hadn't really talked much, and she seemed to be frightened all the time. Of course being alone lost in a forest for what might have been months could explain that. Omoria nodded and then turned back to her room. As she hurried down the hall she broke into a run. A strange fright had taken her over as she ran. After turning the corner to the hall where her room was she fell right into someone and sent them both crashing down to the floor.
She'd hit him square in the chest knocking the wind out of him, and causing him to loose his balance. He fell backwards grabbing hold of her so she did not hit the floor. Instead she fell on top of him.
"Legolas..." She said out of breath.
"Omoria, are you alright?"
He asked her standing, then offering his hand to her. She took it graciously.
"Yes...I am sorry Majesty"
She almost left but he stepped in her way.
"Majesty? Where did you hear that?"
He asked curious.
"From lady Arwen, she says you are Prince of Mirkwood. Although if you remember you did say so to me before, but I did not understand you then."
He sighed,
"Well Lady Omoria with all do respect, you may just call me Legolas. There is no need for you to look up to me,"
She smiled at this, and then moved quickly past him. As she did she called back behind her,
"Very well then Legolas. From now on I shall think of you as my equal!"
She then turned into her room and shut the door.
Legolas's faced shifted as he realized he'd been staring at her door for a few minutes now. Arwen had appeared behind him but said nothing. He glanced back at her; she had an amused smirk on her face.
"What may I ask is so funny Lady?"
She rolled her eyes.
"As predictable as ever dear Legolas, I give you this as a warning though. Be careful with this one, I sense something much deeper is going on then she is letting us know."
Legolas frowned. (What did she mean by that? And how was he predictable?) With that statement though Arwen had retreated to the comforts of her own cambers.
Legolas stood there for a few moments. He had forgotten why he'd come to this hall in the first place. He quietly walked to the door of her room. (What am I doing?) He thought as he softly knocked on the door. When there was no answer he decided to enter anyways. Normally he would have just taken his leave with no answer but something seemed to be drawing him to her room.
As the door opened the sight he took in caused his breath to stop...
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: Aren't I evil? he he I'll just leave it there. You'll have to wait for the next chapter. Well please review! I don't this chapter was that good but hey u be the judge! ~Lady-Willowish~
Also: (Italics) are thoughts
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Fragile
Slowly her eyes fluttered open. Where was she? It was soft, she was warm. Those were two things she didn't feel that often. The ceiling was high; the room incredibly bright...and there was someone else there. Noticing quickly that she was not alone Omoria bolted up but was stopped abruptly due to a sharp pain that shot through her body as she moved. She fell back against the soft bed.
"~shh...laicus dad~" ~shh... lay down~
He said softly, his voice flowing with the wind. She had not the strength to argue with him now. She felt so weak. Also hungry knowing she hadn't eaten a real meal for months. As if right on cue at that moment there was a soft knock and a young woman who looked about her age came in with a tray of food. She gave the tray to Legolas and then turned to leave.
"~bene facis~" ~thank you~
He said to the Elvish maiden who then left them closing the door behind her. Legolas took the lid off of the first thing on the tray and sat next to her on the bed. She could feel his weight as he sat, his eyes looking her over with a curious nature to them. He wondered if she had even known she'd spoken in the common tongue back in the forest. If she could speak it again? So he spoke again ever so gently.
"Milady, do you think you can speak again?"
He asked doubting that she would even understand him. To his surprise though she nodded. She did understand him. Perhaps she had remembered something while she slept. It had been two days since he'd arrived in Rivendell with her. He smiled.
"Do you remember who I am?"
He questioned her. She nodded again.
"You're...Legolas?"
He smiled and placed his hand onto hers.
"Yes that's right. And you are Omoria if I heard you correctly milady."
She smiled a little, but said nothing else. Legolas reached over and picked up the food tray and placed it in front of her.
"Are you hungry?"
She smiled again,
"~ita vero~" ~yes~
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The next day after Omoria had awoken, Lord Elrond had insisted that she get out of bed and walk around. Lady Arwen: his daughter came by with a dress she had made for her. After dressing Arwen guided the cautious girl out of her room. This proved to be more difficult then it should have been. Omoria kept stopping and looking around as though she were being hunted by something. Arwen tried to get her to calm down but any time she got two close the girl would flinch and back away. In fact the only one out of all of them that seemed to be able to get close to her at all was Legolas.
"Omoria we really must press on. What is it that frightens you so?'
She said nothing. She rarely spoke to anyone. Arwen sighed.
"Do you wish to return to your room?"
Arwen's voice seemed worried. The poor girl hadn't really talked much, and she seemed to be frightened all the time. Of course being alone lost in a forest for what might have been months could explain that. Omoria nodded and then turned back to her room. As she hurried down the hall she broke into a run. A strange fright had taken her over as she ran. After turning the corner to the hall where her room was she fell right into someone and sent them both crashing down to the floor.
She'd hit him square in the chest knocking the wind out of him, and causing him to loose his balance. He fell backwards grabbing hold of her so she did not hit the floor. Instead she fell on top of him.
"Legolas..." She said out of breath.
"Omoria, are you alright?"
He asked her standing, then offering his hand to her. She took it graciously.
"Yes...I am sorry Majesty"
She almost left but he stepped in her way.
"Majesty? Where did you hear that?"
He asked curious.
"From lady Arwen, she says you are Prince of Mirkwood. Although if you remember you did say so to me before, but I did not understand you then."
He sighed,
"Well Lady Omoria with all do respect, you may just call me Legolas. There is no need for you to look up to me,"
She smiled at this, and then moved quickly past him. As she did she called back behind her,
"Very well then Legolas. From now on I shall think of you as my equal!"
She then turned into her room and shut the door.
Legolas's faced shifted as he realized he'd been staring at her door for a few minutes now. Arwen had appeared behind him but said nothing. He glanced back at her; she had an amused smirk on her face.
"What may I ask is so funny Lady?"
She rolled her eyes.
"As predictable as ever dear Legolas, I give you this as a warning though. Be careful with this one, I sense something much deeper is going on then she is letting us know."
Legolas frowned. (What did she mean by that? And how was he predictable?) With that statement though Arwen had retreated to the comforts of her own cambers.
Legolas stood there for a few moments. He had forgotten why he'd come to this hall in the first place. He quietly walked to the door of her room. (What am I doing?) He thought as he softly knocked on the door. When there was no answer he decided to enter anyways. Normally he would have just taken his leave with no answer but something seemed to be drawing him to her room.
As the door opened the sight he took in caused his breath to stop...
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: Aren't I evil? he he I'll just leave it there. You'll have to wait for the next chapter. Well please review! I don't this chapter was that good but hey u be the judge! ~Lady-Willowish~