Yup, I have finally gotten the next chapter in this tale out. The updates to this will probably take a while to get done being as I'm trying to concentrate more on my original works and less on my fanfics. I want to get something original done so I can get something published but I'm so addicted to writing fanfiction. It's a shame that we can't make profit off of it. ::sigh:: Oh well. I finished this chapter while trying to work through a block I've stumped up against on my original works. Thanks to all of you guys for reading this and for your awesome reviews. ::hugs::
Hidden Treasures
Chapter Seven
The rest of the night Allia's dreams were peaceful and safe. Waking with the morning light, she burrowed her check against the soft comfort of her moving pillow. A frown furrowed her brow as she thought to herself, 'Since when do pillow's move?'
Falling away from the haze of sleep, she moved her hand and noticed that it was placed against the smooth warm material of Legolas shirt. Eyes slowly opening, Allia blinked at the dark blur hindering her vision until her eyes could focus and she found her face resting in the crook of his shoulder and neck. A slow smile creased her lips as she inhaled his scent, forest and sandalwood.
Before she could think about what she was doing, she leaned into him more and pressed a light kiss against the smooth skin of his neck. His arms automatically tightened around her as her actions caused him to shudder in delight.
Legolas inhaled sharply at the feel of her lips pressed against his throat. He had been watching her before the sun had even began to rise. Pressing her body closer to his, he turned his face down towards her, his lips brushing against her temple tenderly.
In response to this, she raised her face up to meet his and without words to express her desires Legolas took possession of her lips with his own. Her eyes closed against the tenderness and possessiveness of his kiss, a sigh escaping her as he slowly pulled away. Blue eyes locked with green and they lay within each other's arms, relishing their silent moment together. In that one gaze both expressed a love and longing that nearly took both their breaths away.
Removing her hand from resting against his muscled chest, she tenderly reached up, her fingers tracing the contours of his cheek and chin. He was so beautiful.
He watched her with longing. She was so lovely, a beauty far surpassing any in all of his elvin life. There was a light behind her eyes. She held such innocence and caring. He would truly parish if he were to lose her.
"Good morning," she silently spoke.
He smiled then, "Good morning, melamin."
The warmth behind her eyes grew as she now knew what the word melamin meant. Fingers tracing the contours of his face she whispered back, "Melamin."
Grasping her fingers within his hand, Legolas brought her hand up to his lips and pressed a small kiss against the inside of her palm. The joy and love that shined behind his eyes took her very breath away making her heart skip a beat.
Leaning forwards, Allia pressed her lips lightly against his but pulled away before he could deepen the kiss. Her eyes searching his, she found herself in deep thought, the happiness and warmth within her eyes fading into a frown.
Legolas, cupped her cheek with his hand, "What is wrong?"
Allia just shook her head and dropped it gently back down upon his chest. "I…" taking in a deep breath she tried again, "am afraid, afraid of what else of my past that I'll remember. If they are anything like the one from last night I don't want to remember."
His arms tightened, his hand stroking her back as he attempted to comfort her. "I can do nothing to stop the memories from returning Allia, but I promise you that you will not face them alone."
"You don't understand. We were so happy, there was so much love and warmth and then suddenly the screams, the cold dread of evil and darkness. She told me, "Cell, Allia, car-ú tir-ad. CELL! " My mother told me to run and to not look back." As she paused to hold back the sob that threatened to escape Legolas pulled her closer to him, his lips brushing the top of her head as he continued to rub her back in hopes to sooth her.
Pulling away, she looked to Legolas with tear filled eyes, "I remember now. My mother told me not to look back but… I remember I stumbled and fell then before I could pull myself back up I saw my mother and father from far away. Mother called out for my father as…" Allia had to swallow back her tears so that she could continue, "as the creatures that were swarming around them swiped at him with its blade. When he fell back she had grabbed one of the swords from one of the fallen and tried to protect him."
Hands balling up into fists material of his shirt bunched up in her hands, her eyes were distant as if seeing the scene playing out before her. Tears were silently streaming down her flushed cheeks, her body shivering with the horror of what it was that she was remembering. "He had called out to her, told her no but she stood proud before him with a bloodied swords grasped securely within her hands. She cut down a few of them but there were so many. They… they circled around them and one of them swiped at her from behind. I watched her fall to her knees…"
At this Legolas grabbed her and pulled her to him, "You do not have to say more."
She shook her head against his shoulder, burying her head in the crook of his neck. Taking a deep shuddering breath, she hoarsely whispered, "I was finally able to look away and I ran as fast as I could, wanting to get as far away from the horror, from my parents tormented screams."
"Shh, melamin, shh." A sharp pain pierced his heart at hearing her words. He could feel her pain, knew that the memory was replaying before her eyes as if it were taking place this very moment.
"Amin sinome I am here. Amin hiraetha, melamin I am sorry, my love."
As his words brushed against her hair, Allia's tears began to dissipate until finally she had cried her fill. Looking up at him, her brows furrowed in confusion, "Amin rangwa lle I understand you"
Legolas hand stilled as he heard her speak in his native tongue, his breath catching in amazed wonder.
With trembling lips she whispered, "Legolas, what's happening to me?"
He had wanted to keep his theory to himself until they had reached Rivendell but seeing the fear and confusion within her eyes he could not keep it to himself any longer. Cupping her face with both of his hands he smiled softly to her, "I think I know but I can not be sure. I think that your mother was an elf and that your father was Ithron. It might explain your abilities and your repressed memories."
Allia pushed herself away from him and stood. Hands running through her slightly disheveled hair, she began to pace before him, her hands fidgeting with the skirt of her dress. She could not believe this but the evidence was so clear. Her mother did speak of her not being ready for training. Was it training for the use of her powers? Her mother's name was elvish and she spoke in the elvin tongue. Now she was starting to speak the language herself and actually understand what she was hearing and saying. Why the repressed memories? Was it a part of some spell?
Legolas watched her as she paced before him, obviously distraught. He wished to gather her within his arms and to chase away her fears but he knew to give her a moment to take what he had told her in.
The trees swayed, the leaves rustling as a wind began to rise around them. The fallen leaves that were scattered upon the ground began to stir and swirl around them. Legolas could hear the whispering of the trees, the magic building. All at once the wind died, the leaves fell and the trees became still. A silence and calm then surrounded them and it was eerie in its absolute stillness. No birds or insects sang, the trees became silent and the only sound was of their breathing.
Allia looked at Legolas, her body trembling as her breathing increased. Her green eyes were round and he could clearly see the white of her eyes. Falling to her knees she wrapped her arms around her stomach.
Quickly, Legolas was at her side taking her trembling body within his arms. He had no words of comfort to offer, nothing that would ease her fears. He himself was taken back by the amount of power he had sensed coming from her. He had witnessed power before but nothing that felt quite like what he felt just moments ago. They needed to reach Rivendell as soon as possible. He had a feeling that things were going to progress. Whatever spell that had been cast to keep her memories repressed, he had a feeling, were also responsible for keeping her powers repressed as well.
Her voice broke through his thoughts as she finally spoke, "I think we need to get to Rivendell as soon as we can."
Pulling away from her, he brushed back her hair and tucked it behind her ears, his eyes searching her face. Finally after a moments pause, he nodded, "I think you're right. There is a town not too far from here where we can acquire some horses to speed our journey."
Allia nodded in agreement but as she tried to pull away she found that she could not, as Legolas hands on her shoulders prevented her from doing so. Facing him she waited for an explanation and watched as he freed one hand from her shoulder and moved towards her face once again. His fingers brushed the outside of her ear, the sensation making her shiver as a jolt of pleasure pulsed from that one touch.
Seeing the wonder in his eyes, she felt a bit self-conscious as she asked, "What?" and lifted her hand to the ear that he had just recently touched. Her eyes widened and she reached with her other hand for her other ear feeling the new shape.
"Le… Legolas, my ears… they're?" she felt as if she might be loosing her mind.
Eyes still filled with wonder Legolas answered, "Shaped as mine are. Allia, it is as I had thought. You are an elf."
She just stood there looking dumbfounded. One day she was just an orphaned human mortal woman and then suddenly she's an elf! Sitting down once again she shook her head and dropped her head into both of her hands. It was all so crazy. How can she one day be a mortal woman and then the next be part elf and Ithron? Most of all, how can her ears suddenly be pointed?
Touching her shoulder, Legolas knelt beside her, "Are you all right, melamin?"
Pulling her face out from her hands, she gazed at him in bewilderment, "I think so. This is just a lot to take in."
He smiled to her in reassurance. "All will be well."
Standing he offered her his hand and she accepted it, allowing him to help her to rise to her feet. "Let us pack up camp and head to the next town. With a good horse it will take us only a four days to reach there."
Allia could find no fault with his plan and helped him to pack up camp, which did not take long being that they had very little to pack. Soon they were off towards the unknown town to retrieve some horses. Alia wondered if she should tell him that she had very little practice with horse riding.
With the events of the morning, Allia remained silent as they began their journey for she had much to think about. Her journey outside of Orna was turning out to be more than she had ever imagined it to be. What was this power that she possessed? Why were her repressed memories suddenly flooding to the surface and why were her ears suddenly pointed? She knew they were pointed because she was part elf but why change now? What did this all mean? Why were her parents murdered? Was it a random attack or was it planned? Allia was finding that she had more questions than answers and hoped that this Lord Elrond would be able to shed some light on this mystery. As long lived as elves were, she knew that there had to be someone who new her parents, someone to shed some light on her mysterious past, her heritage.
Long lived, she mentally shook her head at the idea. It was odd to think that her life span was going to be longer than she had ever imagined it could be. Well, she had plenty of time to come to grips with the idea. Glancing over at Legolas she had to smile. It was strange and yet comforting to know that she would not age and die, as he still stayed young.
Moving closer, she took his hand in hers and smiled up at him. He returned her smile and squeezed her hand before bringing it up to press a kiss on the back of her hand. He was right; all would be well, especially with him by her side.
