Hannah ran until her legs gave out. She collapsed on the ground and curled
up trying to forget what had almost happened. Trying to forget how right it
felt to be held in Legolas' arms. Her eyes started to drift shut until she
was first asleep.
1 " Mistress, step away from the window. Your father will not be pleased"
"Arian, I don't care. Look, all those people are going to die, just because he's power-hungry."
"Mistress, if your father hears you speak like that. He's good really. He gave you that gold ring."
"Only because it's the good version of his."
"But if he asks you to help with your…powers."
"I won't. One day, Arian, I'm going to leave this place, I'm going to fly far, far away."
She awoke with a start. Her father? She had never known her father; her mother said he had died. So who was this person they were talking about? And who was Arian?
Hannah started shivering. The ring around her neck was growing brighter and it was starting to grow warm. Just warm enough to stop her feeling cold. What was it she had said about her ring? That it was the good version of her father's, which meant there was a bad one. And what was that about having to use her powers? What powers? Unless Arian meant that light that had shot out Aragon.
Meanwhile, back on the staircase Legolas, Aragon and Elrond were talking.
"I believe that perhaps Gandalf might have an explanation about this girls powers. And perhaps he can suggest a way to help her control the," said Elrond.
"I just hope that this gift of her does not bring trouble. Though I do miss the exciting days of the Quest," said Aragon, "just do not let Arwen hear I said that."
"And what say you about this matter, Legolas?" Asked Elrond.
"I agree with you. If you will excuse me, I need to find Hannah and apologize."
With that Legolas sprinted off. Aragon and Elrond looked at each other.
"He's got it bad."
Hannah was close to tears. She couldn't stop the scene from playing in her head; it seemed to be stuck on replay.
She started shivering again. This time, however, instead of the ring warming her, a pair of arms wrapped around her and she was pulled back against a solid chest. She looked up. A pair of blue eyes stared back at her and the pale face looked worried.
" Are you alright?"
Hannah just buried her face in the crook of Legolas' neck and let him comfort her. He was rubbing her back like she was a small child. He made her feel that she was safe.
Then she let the tears fall.
1 " Mistress, step away from the window. Your father will not be pleased"
"Arian, I don't care. Look, all those people are going to die, just because he's power-hungry."
"Mistress, if your father hears you speak like that. He's good really. He gave you that gold ring."
"Only because it's the good version of his."
"But if he asks you to help with your…powers."
"I won't. One day, Arian, I'm going to leave this place, I'm going to fly far, far away."
She awoke with a start. Her father? She had never known her father; her mother said he had died. So who was this person they were talking about? And who was Arian?
Hannah started shivering. The ring around her neck was growing brighter and it was starting to grow warm. Just warm enough to stop her feeling cold. What was it she had said about her ring? That it was the good version of her father's, which meant there was a bad one. And what was that about having to use her powers? What powers? Unless Arian meant that light that had shot out Aragon.
Meanwhile, back on the staircase Legolas, Aragon and Elrond were talking.
"I believe that perhaps Gandalf might have an explanation about this girls powers. And perhaps he can suggest a way to help her control the," said Elrond.
"I just hope that this gift of her does not bring trouble. Though I do miss the exciting days of the Quest," said Aragon, "just do not let Arwen hear I said that."
"And what say you about this matter, Legolas?" Asked Elrond.
"I agree with you. If you will excuse me, I need to find Hannah and apologize."
With that Legolas sprinted off. Aragon and Elrond looked at each other.
"He's got it bad."
Hannah was close to tears. She couldn't stop the scene from playing in her head; it seemed to be stuck on replay.
She started shivering again. This time, however, instead of the ring warming her, a pair of arms wrapped around her and she was pulled back against a solid chest. She looked up. A pair of blue eyes stared back at her and the pale face looked worried.
" Are you alright?"
Hannah just buried her face in the crook of Legolas' neck and let him comfort her. He was rubbing her back like she was a small child. He made her feel that she was safe.
Then she let the tears fall.