Legolas dismissed himself from the group after initial introductions were
made. As he climbed up the stone staircase to the top of the wall, he
wondered why Anarkyn was there. How had she known where the were going to
be? She was intuitive, but she was no psychic. He turned and saw her
sitting with her back against the parapet watching him. She didn't move or
say anything until he was about three feet from her, then with one quick
movement she was on her feet, arms around his neck. He pulled her to
himself and held her momentarily before they both quickly pulled away.
"What are you doing here?" Legolas asked.
"Galadriel sent me," Anarkyn answered, "she thought I could make myself useful."
Legolas saw from her expression that that wasn't everything, but he realized the explanation would have to suffice.
"I saw you on the cliff in front of us," he said stepping closer to her again, "I thought I was imagining things."
He put his hand up onto the side of her neck.
"I wish all of this was over," he said.
"Tell me what's happened," Anarkyn said, breaking the intensity of the mood.
Legolas leaned back against the parapet and tried to tell an abbreviated version of events since Rivendell.
"We finally ended up here helping the Roharrim," he finished.
"And Gandalf the Grey is now White," Anarkyn said, "and the Ringbearer is now lost."
"Hope is not gone yet," Legolas said, putting his hands on her shoulders.
"But there is still much darkness before light," she said with a sad smile.
"There you are Master Elf," came a gruff voice.
Both elves spun around to face the owner.
"Oh," said the speaker, " I didn't realize."
"That's all right Gimli," said Legolas, "this is Anarkyn."
The dwarf looked puzzled and peered at Anarkyn.
"You're the one this fool elf speaks so highly of?" he said, still sounding befuddled, "from your description Legolas, I was expecting something a little…"
"More feminine?" Anarkyn offered, shooting a sidelong glance at Legolas, "what did you exactly tell him?"
"The truth," Legolas said simply.
Anarkyn gave him such a heart felt look that neither of them noticed the harrumphing of the embarrassed dwarf in front of them for a while.
"It's all right," Anarkyn said finally to Gimli, "I realize I'm not exactly normal."
Gimli was still a bit bewildered. It was hard for him to comprehend his friend having soft feelings for the thing standing in front of him. He eyed the nose chain and scars, but then saw her gray eyes giving such a loving look to Legolas that the dwarf had to reconsider his ideas.
"Why I bet if she were dressed like a normal lady elf," he thought, "with that look she would make and man envious of Legolas."
"My apologies,' Gimli said, "any friend of Legolas is a friend of mine."
Anarkyn smiled.
"Like wise."
"What are you doing here?" Legolas asked.
"Galadriel sent me," Anarkyn answered, "she thought I could make myself useful."
Legolas saw from her expression that that wasn't everything, but he realized the explanation would have to suffice.
"I saw you on the cliff in front of us," he said stepping closer to her again, "I thought I was imagining things."
He put his hand up onto the side of her neck.
"I wish all of this was over," he said.
"Tell me what's happened," Anarkyn said, breaking the intensity of the mood.
Legolas leaned back against the parapet and tried to tell an abbreviated version of events since Rivendell.
"We finally ended up here helping the Roharrim," he finished.
"And Gandalf the Grey is now White," Anarkyn said, "and the Ringbearer is now lost."
"Hope is not gone yet," Legolas said, putting his hands on her shoulders.
"But there is still much darkness before light," she said with a sad smile.
"There you are Master Elf," came a gruff voice.
Both elves spun around to face the owner.
"Oh," said the speaker, " I didn't realize."
"That's all right Gimli," said Legolas, "this is Anarkyn."
The dwarf looked puzzled and peered at Anarkyn.
"You're the one this fool elf speaks so highly of?" he said, still sounding befuddled, "from your description Legolas, I was expecting something a little…"
"More feminine?" Anarkyn offered, shooting a sidelong glance at Legolas, "what did you exactly tell him?"
"The truth," Legolas said simply.
Anarkyn gave him such a heart felt look that neither of them noticed the harrumphing of the embarrassed dwarf in front of them for a while.
"It's all right," Anarkyn said finally to Gimli, "I realize I'm not exactly normal."
Gimli was still a bit bewildered. It was hard for him to comprehend his friend having soft feelings for the thing standing in front of him. He eyed the nose chain and scars, but then saw her gray eyes giving such a loving look to Legolas that the dwarf had to reconsider his ideas.
"Why I bet if she were dressed like a normal lady elf," he thought, "with that look she would make and man envious of Legolas."
"My apologies,' Gimli said, "any friend of Legolas is a friend of mine."
Anarkyn smiled.
"Like wise."