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3rd Chapter: Haeathion or Legolas?
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Galenvagoriel rested her head Heath's shoulder and closed her eyes, her long, dark lashes practically reaching cheeks (uh, not possible). She still felt uneasy but she immediately relaxed as she heard Heath's strong, masculine voice read out a poem from a romantic book choc full of poems, short stories, and songs all about love. She looked up at his innocent face, stroking his short brown hair and looking into his dark brown almond shaped eyes. She relaxed a little more. They were under the shade of a giant tree in her castles garden, just resting and reading, something she has not done in a while with Heath. Her father disapproved of Heath so her spending time with him was limited.
She snuggled closer to Heath and she was about to fall asleep when her keen elven ears heard the faint sound of footsteps. She looked at Heath, who continued reading out loud. He couldn't hear the footsteps for he was a man. Enough said.
"Your eyes twinkle like the stars and your grace is real and true . . ." Heath recited, ultimately embarrassed that he was saying these words. He loved Gal, of course, but if his friends ever heard him talking like this, he would die of humiliation. Truly. Fortunately, Gal cut him off abruptly.
"Heath? I hear someone approaching . . ." she stood up quickly. "I'll just investigate."
Heath stood up, stretching his long legs, very, very happy, and reached for Galenvagoriel's small hand. "I'll come with you, then we can go to my house for dinner, okay, love?"
Gal smiled and held her heavy red book against her chest. They were talking joyfully while keeping an eye out for Arwen, or Possibly her father, Elrond. They were so caught up in their conversation that when they reached the edge of the garden, they had noticed nothing.
But something was there. . .
"Hello, Gal."
Galenvagoriel turned around and almost dropped her book at her astonishment. She stepped forward, looking for whoever said hello to her. Then she smelled the musky scent of the forest right beside her. "Hello Gal." That person said once more.
Gal faced the person and found she staring into familiar dull blue eyes. She wanted to kick herself. So that was what she had forgotten . . .
Legolas was arriving today!
"Uh, uh, hello Legolas. . ." Galenvagoriel squeaked, and squeezed Heath's hand tighter.
"Hello, as I said." Legolas' face was emotionless.
'Why must he always conceal his emotions like that?' Galenvagoriel thought, annoyed. She knew he was mad for not greeting him when he arrived, but he has to understand she can't always be free, even if it is to meet her best friend.
Gal sighed and turned her back to face Heath, who looked annoyed as well as confused.
"Uh, Heath, as you know, this is Legolas, my best friend."
They smiled and shook hands, but Galenvagoriel sensed right away that there was very thick tension between them. . . .
Uh oh!
It continued like that throughout Legolas' stay. It was very hard to divide her time with Legolas and Heath always vying for her attention.
She enjoyed it, though. It was amusing, in a twisted way . . .
One day the situation and she knew that she had to finally bring the two of them together. She knew they wouldn't like it, but it was for their own good.
She had asked both of them to attend a picnic with her, but the catch was, they didn't know they wouldn't be alone.
Legolas arrived first and he was utterly befuddled when he saw more food than needed. "Gal, I'm not that hungry." Legolas gave a small frown as he held Gal's hand, leading the way to the garden. Galenvagoriel secreted a little mischievous grin behind his back and lifted the humungous picnic basket, overflowing with goodies, letting him smell the mouth-watering scents that came from the basket. "Oh, you will be. . ."
Legolas just shrugged his shoulders.
They arrived the picnic spot and they just stood there for a while, inhaling the sweet smell of flowers and fruits.
"Why don't we stay here?!" Gal insisted as she pointed to a spot in the middle of the wide, plush garden. 'That way, Heath will see us for certain.' She thought happily.
Legolas just nodded. He knew his best friend was acting unusual, but she always had some scheme she was planning, so he really didn't give her behavior much thought. He sat down beside Gal whose lightweight yellow dress was spread all around her.
Legolas picked up the faint sound of footsteps in the distance, he was just about to ask Gal if she knew about another person she invited, but he did not need to.
"Galenvagoriel?!" Haeathion said loudly, spotting the both of them talking leisurely.
Gal didn't seem surprised to see him, but Legolas sure was. "Gal? What is he doing here?" He asked, standing up immediately.
Gal stood up too, but she was calm and had this slightly amused expression on her face. "I thought it was time for you two to bond."
"BOND?" Both Legolas and Heath said simultaneously, outraged.
Suddenly Gal thought her idea wasn't so good anymore. "Well, yes. . ."
Legolas just stood there, dumbfounded, But Heath just took matters into his own hands.
"Come here, Gal." He went over to a confused Galenvagoriel and took her by the hand to the other side of the garden.
Legolas moved closer to them, just close enough to hear their conversation. He knew it was not called for, but he could not help it.
"This has to stop." Heath said softly, planting a soft kiss on Gal's hand. Legolas' ears could hear him loud and clear.
"What has to stop?" Galenvagoriel asked innocently, even if she knew exactly he was speaking of.
"This. Legolas and I. You will have to choose between us, dear."
"What?" She expected him to be joking, but she knew even Heath wouldn't joke about something like this. "You know I can't do that."
"Choose, Gal. You will have to one day." Heath smiled sadly, hoping she wouldn't leave him.
"I love you. I do not love Legolas. You are my love and he's just my friend."
Legolas shook a little, surprised at what she said. 'She does not love me at all?' He wondered. His heart ached a little when he realized she never would.
"So, who would it be?" Heath asked again, and he regretted the question as soon as it came out of his mouth.
Gal looked away for a moment and answered quickly. "Legolas."
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3rd Chapter: Haeathion or Legolas?
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Galenvagoriel rested her head Heath's shoulder and closed her eyes, her long, dark lashes practically reaching cheeks (uh, not possible). She still felt uneasy but she immediately relaxed as she heard Heath's strong, masculine voice read out a poem from a romantic book choc full of poems, short stories, and songs all about love. She looked up at his innocent face, stroking his short brown hair and looking into his dark brown almond shaped eyes. She relaxed a little more. They were under the shade of a giant tree in her castles garden, just resting and reading, something she has not done in a while with Heath. Her father disapproved of Heath so her spending time with him was limited.
She snuggled closer to Heath and she was about to fall asleep when her keen elven ears heard the faint sound of footsteps. She looked at Heath, who continued reading out loud. He couldn't hear the footsteps for he was a man. Enough said.
"Your eyes twinkle like the stars and your grace is real and true . . ." Heath recited, ultimately embarrassed that he was saying these words. He loved Gal, of course, but if his friends ever heard him talking like this, he would die of humiliation. Truly. Fortunately, Gal cut him off abruptly.
"Heath? I hear someone approaching . . ." she stood up quickly. "I'll just investigate."
Heath stood up, stretching his long legs, very, very happy, and reached for Galenvagoriel's small hand. "I'll come with you, then we can go to my house for dinner, okay, love?"
Gal smiled and held her heavy red book against her chest. They were talking joyfully while keeping an eye out for Arwen, or Possibly her father, Elrond. They were so caught up in their conversation that when they reached the edge of the garden, they had noticed nothing.
But something was there. . .
"Hello, Gal."
Galenvagoriel turned around and almost dropped her book at her astonishment. She stepped forward, looking for whoever said hello to her. Then she smelled the musky scent of the forest right beside her. "Hello Gal." That person said once more.
Gal faced the person and found she staring into familiar dull blue eyes. She wanted to kick herself. So that was what she had forgotten . . .
Legolas was arriving today!
"Uh, uh, hello Legolas. . ." Galenvagoriel squeaked, and squeezed Heath's hand tighter.
"Hello, as I said." Legolas' face was emotionless.
'Why must he always conceal his emotions like that?' Galenvagoriel thought, annoyed. She knew he was mad for not greeting him when he arrived, but he has to understand she can't always be free, even if it is to meet her best friend.
Gal sighed and turned her back to face Heath, who looked annoyed as well as confused.
"Uh, Heath, as you know, this is Legolas, my best friend."
They smiled and shook hands, but Galenvagoriel sensed right away that there was very thick tension between them. . . .
Uh oh!
It continued like that throughout Legolas' stay. It was very hard to divide her time with Legolas and Heath always vying for her attention.
She enjoyed it, though. It was amusing, in a twisted way . . .
One day the situation and she knew that she had to finally bring the two of them together. She knew they wouldn't like it, but it was for their own good.
She had asked both of them to attend a picnic with her, but the catch was, they didn't know they wouldn't be alone.
Legolas arrived first and he was utterly befuddled when he saw more food than needed. "Gal, I'm not that hungry." Legolas gave a small frown as he held Gal's hand, leading the way to the garden. Galenvagoriel secreted a little mischievous grin behind his back and lifted the humungous picnic basket, overflowing with goodies, letting him smell the mouth-watering scents that came from the basket. "Oh, you will be. . ."
Legolas just shrugged his shoulders.
They arrived the picnic spot and they just stood there for a while, inhaling the sweet smell of flowers and fruits.
"Why don't we stay here?!" Gal insisted as she pointed to a spot in the middle of the wide, plush garden. 'That way, Heath will see us for certain.' She thought happily.
Legolas just nodded. He knew his best friend was acting unusual, but she always had some scheme she was planning, so he really didn't give her behavior much thought. He sat down beside Gal whose lightweight yellow dress was spread all around her.
Legolas picked up the faint sound of footsteps in the distance, he was just about to ask Gal if she knew about another person she invited, but he did not need to.
"Galenvagoriel?!" Haeathion said loudly, spotting the both of them talking leisurely.
Gal didn't seem surprised to see him, but Legolas sure was. "Gal? What is he doing here?" He asked, standing up immediately.
Gal stood up too, but she was calm and had this slightly amused expression on her face. "I thought it was time for you two to bond."
"BOND?" Both Legolas and Heath said simultaneously, outraged.
Suddenly Gal thought her idea wasn't so good anymore. "Well, yes. . ."
Legolas just stood there, dumbfounded, But Heath just took matters into his own hands.
"Come here, Gal." He went over to a confused Galenvagoriel and took her by the hand to the other side of the garden.
Legolas moved closer to them, just close enough to hear their conversation. He knew it was not called for, but he could not help it.
"This has to stop." Heath said softly, planting a soft kiss on Gal's hand. Legolas' ears could hear him loud and clear.
"What has to stop?" Galenvagoriel asked innocently, even if she knew exactly he was speaking of.
"This. Legolas and I. You will have to choose between us, dear."
"What?" She expected him to be joking, but she knew even Heath wouldn't joke about something like this. "You know I can't do that."
"Choose, Gal. You will have to one day." Heath smiled sadly, hoping she wouldn't leave him.
"I love you. I do not love Legolas. You are my love and he's just my friend."
Legolas shook a little, surprised at what she said. 'She does not love me at all?' He wondered. His heart ached a little when he realized she never would.
"So, who would it be?" Heath asked again, and he regretted the question as soon as it came out of his mouth.
Gal looked away for a moment and answered quickly. "Legolas."
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