Chapter 11!
The next morning Legolas was sitting in a chair beside Elora's bed, his hands lay on the arm rests and his eyes were open but unseeing. So when Morgan peered into the room he saw the elf and walked in his eyes on Elora as she lay completely still, the only sign that she lived was the shallow rise and fall of her chest. Her face was pale and she had angry bruises on her face and neck.
"How is she, is her arm mending well?" He asked as he let his eyes travel to her wounded arm. After a few seconds he raised an eyebrow to Legolas. "Is her arm mending?" He asked again as he walked to the other side of the bed where Legolas sat. When he took a better look at him he realized he was fast asleep, though his eyes stared into the air. Morgan said no more he simply sighed and reached his hand out and using two knuckles pinched the elf's nose, cutting off his air supply. He grinned as Legolas jerked his head slightly then gasped and jumped to his feet.
"Good morning!" He said as he chuckled, Legolas' face was startled at first then he saw Morgan's expression and sighed. He smiled slightly but shook his head and glared.
"You could've simply said something to rouse me." He said as the man shook his head and crossed his arms.
"I had a whole conversation with you thinking you were awake! You were sleeping like a rock." He retorted as Legolas pulled the chair he'd slept in closer to the bed and sat down.
"Well then I was truely exhausted." He looked over Elora's injuries placing his hand on her forehead to check for fever and replace her bandage.
"Though I've already asked it twice I say it again, is her arm mending well?" Legolas turned his head as he wrapped her arm and smirked.
"Very well, it should heal quickly. She seems to mend easily." He said as recalled that when her arm had been injured before it had healed as if Aragorn had tended to it personally.
"She always has," Morgan said as he sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes on her face. "I remember one time when we young she and her handmaiden had gone off into the woods without permission. So I followed them thinking I was a couple years older than them, I'd be the gentleman and make sure they were alright." He looked at Legolas who was listening with a pleasant face. "See a week before hand she'd broken her arm fallin' off her horse, so she wasn't allowed to ride but it didn't stop her. I rode out after them and for the whole day they didn't know I was there and I was so proud of myself for tracking them so well." A grin grew on his face as he continued, now completely forgetting the reason for the story.
"But there was a gully nearby and it was probably thirty feet straight down and it was rocky and dangerous and I saw them run off right towards it and disappear in the trees. Now I'm thinking 'Holy Hell their gonna fall in that gully and break their legs!' so I rush after them on foot. And I get to the edge of the cliff and I hear nothing, and I assume those girls are dead at the bottom. So I crawl on belly to the edge and look down and I didn't see them but it was dark and rocky so I kind of held onto the ground and leaned further." He was now using his body to tell the story his hands demonstrating him holding the grass. "And I yell 'Elora!' at the top of my lungs and listen for an answer. And I've got all my attention down this gully, so when I hear a voice behind me say something I freak out and lose my grip and fall down into the rocky, dangerous gorge." Legolas laughed and gave a rare toothy grin.
"It gets better." Morgan went on as he sits down again. "I'm laying with a broken leg at the bottom of this gully and I look up and see Elora laughing and she's saying 'I'm up here stupid!' which really made me feel better. And I can't get out because it's this big sink hole with no even ground to climb out on. So Elora with her already broken arm climbs down and practically carries me, twice her size and limping the whole way, up the side. She puts me on my horse and then leads me back into the city, and I never lived it down with her. Even my men tease my about it, the general who was rescued by a twelve year old girl. " He shook his head and ran his hand through his sandy hair.
"I could see her doing that." Legolas said, his smile still in place. When he turned back to look at Elora her eyes were open and looking up at him, a tiny smile on her tired face. His face sobered but his eyes lit up and he took her hand.
"Your awake." He said as Morgan rushed to her other side and sat next to her. She smiled wider and put her free hand to Morgan's cheek.
"I never heard you tell that." She said quietly, her words seemed like they cost her a lot of energy. "I remember my father lecturing both of us in the healers quarters." She sighed and let her hand fall, looking around her. She tried to clear her throat then frowned, motioning that she needed some water. Legolas turned and brought a ready glass to her mouth, raising her slightly so she could drink it. After a few deep gulps she pulled back and sighed.
"I've never seen you laugh like that." She said to Legolas. "You should do it more." He nodded and bowed his head.
"As you wish." He replied, a smile on his face. She looked around her then to the window that overlooked Edoras.
"Did it work? How long have I been here?" She asked as she moved to sit up letting them help to prop her up with pillows.
"We've been here since late last night, we found you in a field with a legion of dead orc's all over." Morgan said as she sighed. "It worked, believe me." She lay her head back and closed her eyes. Legolas looked at her bruised neck and face and his face was deadly serious.
"Did they hurt you before..." She shook her head stopping his words with a hand to his lips.
"No." He let out a sigh and she could see he was relieved, had he worried so much? "I gave them no chance, and now I understand the weapon I possess much better. It's an energy, a light. When it hits a person all evil influence and shadow is wiped from them. In the orc's case they were made from it, their hearts could not be cleansed they were so full of darkness. It killed them. As I thought it would." Legolas and Morgan shared a look at her distant stare and Morgan leaned towards her with a small smile.
"Well they will never hurt anyone again, nothing short of an army would've defeated them. But you did and it makes me rest easier knowing you are safe now." She nodded to her friend, her eyes going to her wounded arm.
"Good." But then a thought hit her and her eyes went wide. "What about the little one, the brownie. Is he alright?" Legolas nodded his head.
"Yes on our way here Eomer discovered him when the creature started shooting him with tiny arrows." He grinned. "But he appologized once he knew you were in no danger." She tilted her head at the name.
"Eomer? Is he Rohan's king?" She asked as a voice from the doorway answered.
"Yes, and pin cushion to your small friend." Elora looked up at the king walked to them. He looked on the woman he'd seen yesterday with new eyes, her eyes were not how he pictured. They were dark and sparkling even though her face was bruised and tired. "I am glad to see you awake My Lady." He said as she managed a small bow and smiled. "I am Eomer Eadig, King of Rohan and her people's." He bowed his head to her as well. She looked at his unruly golden hair and dark kind eyes and smiled. He didn't look like any king she'd seen.
"My name is Elora Danan, though I do not think you know of my kingdom. Tir Asleen it is called, but it's far into the east from here." Legolas squeezed her hand then stood and turned to Eomer.
"How long until we leave for Gondor?" He asked as the king nodded to his friend.
"Two days time, many of my marshals arrived just now. Only the far north have yet to come, already I have sent messengers to the White City." He said as he glanced back to Elora. "Of course, when do the healers say she is fit to travel?" As soon as he'd asked the question Elora sat up straight and cleared her throat.
"No need to worry about me your majesty, I will be fine by nightfall. I don't expect a small flesh wound to keep me down any longer." When she moved to get up a stout woman with a mess of blondish grey hair piled ontop of her head rushed up from seemingly nowhere.
"My lady you must rest at least until supper time, your heart was nearly stopping on you last night. You sure gave it a workin'." She said as she poured a glass of some muddy looking remedy and held it to Elora's lips. She frowned but took a sip anyway.
"Oh that's horrible!" She said as she made a face and looked at the liquid. "What is it?" She asked as the woman gave a stern look.
"An herbal tonic now drink up it'll do you good." Elora reluctantly swallowed the mixture then looked back to where the three now stood talking.
"Since most of them that were north are gone I am not worried about Edoras. I will leave some men hear but I believe the most trouble will be found in Gondor." Eomer was saying as Legolas nodded in agreement.
"Did any survive?" Elora asked as the three turned to her. "Any that followed you two?" She asked as Morgan shook his head.
"No, not one. The riders of Rohan came just as we were charging to our death's." He said as he motioned to the tall man beside him. It seemed like all the men in this new land were very tall, she thought as she compared Legolas and Eomer to Morgan's height. She'd always thought she was tall, but clearly here she was of the average.
"Then I owe you much King Eomer, they were all I thought of as I fled east." She said as the King smiled to her.
"You need not worry for them, Legolas is a force to be roconed with and your kinsman is greater than most with a sword. Our only concern was getting you away from the orc's. It seems you are to determine all our fates." He said as he regaurded her with kind eyes. He was young she noted, younger than most kings. But she could tell that behind the rough exterior was a gentle soul his eyes were open and caring.
"I will not let you down." The healer that was now fussing over her bruised face turned to the men.
"Alright now she'll be joining you for dinner but she needs her rest." She shoed them out like they were dogs, even her king but he didn't mind he only smiled.
"Well, that was rude. She could've let us say good bye." Morgan said as he frowned as the door shut behind them.
"It is best to let her be, she's got a temper. Every time I get a scratch she fusses for a week." Eomer said as he lead the two to rooms they could clean themselves up in.
Legolas was the first to emerge from his quarters considering he only had to bathe and plait some braids behind his ears, his clothes were not soiled. He walked through the great halls seeing the old reconings of Eorl and the line of Kings of the Mark. When he was near the healing wing he decided to see if Elora was ready for dinner. As he neared her room he heard a laugh ring out and smiled slightly. He could tell it was her's. But when the door to her room opened and he saw her emerge on the arm of Eomer he stopped. A strange feeling took hold of him.
The tall king began to give her a tour, his booming voice echoing down the halls as he pointed to a sword on a mount and told of it's history. He watched them and was puzzled for only a second. The way Elora smiled wide and laughed and hung on his every word made it clear. She was attracted to him.
He'd noticed the way Eomer had looked at her but didn't pay it any mind. She was beautiful and a rare beauty at that. Her brown eyes seemed older than her, they were wise and bright. And evidently the looks Eomer had given her were more than simple admiration.
Legolas rarely openly appreciated anyone's beauty but he had with her on more than one occassion. And then their kiss...Well it hadn't really been a kiss because she was not herself. He'd seen her stare at him and always blush when he caught her looking, but that's all she was doing. Looking.
She'd never seen an elf and was curious. He has been told he was fair even for an elf, but he'd never really recieved any special attention from any women, elf or human. She'd only been in awe and now that it had faded so had her interest.
He turned around and walked back the way he'd come, their laughing voices fading. The more he thought about it the more he realized it was for the best. She was mortal. Had he even taken that into consideration? Why was he even letting himself look at her in such a way if he could never be with her? He would only lose her one way or another and he couldn't live with that. He sighed, he let himself get carried away in a tense situation. He didn't need anything clouding his mind anyway. She simply drew people to her, Morgan's feelings were deeper than he lead on and now he too had been amazed by her light and beauty. But it was not to be, she had her own kingdom far away and he had Mirkwood until he crossed the sea. Another place she could not follow him to.
Sighing he decided to wait a few minutes before going to the dinning hall.
"Well Lady Elora I must go, I have enjoyed your company." His kind eyes gleamed as he smiled at her and she returned it.
"As have I. I will see you at dinner then?" She asked as he nodded and lay his hand over hers that was resting on his forearm.
"Of course." He said as they stopped in front of the main hall that led to his chambers. "Until then." He left her with a kind smile and then disappeared through the golden halls. She looked up at the ornate ceiling and decorations that hung from it along with beautiful golden candle holders and torches along the walls. Turning back she slowly walked amiring as she went.
Finally she ended up in a large room with long windows that overlooked the mountains, the sun was now setting behind them and she stared. It was beautiful, never had she seen such a sunset in Tir Asleen. The sky danced with colours of blue and purple which faded to orange and red at the tip of the mountains that hid the sun.
"Amazing." She breathed as she neared the window, her eyes wide. After a few more moments of silent observation she felt as though someone was behind her and turned. Standing there in his white elven tunic and grey trousers and boots Legolas stood. His hands were clasped behind his back and he had also been watching the sunset, at least until she entered the room.
"Legolas, you make no sound. I thought I was alone." She said he walked to her and smiled, his eyes traveling from the window back to her. The brilliant colors of the setting sun turned her hair into spun gold.
"I was simply admiring the view." His low melodious voice made her smile and she sighed as she turned her face to the window.
"It's beautiful." She said as he nodded his eyes resting on her chocolate eyes.
"It is." He then blinked and looked away, his eyes distant and concerned. The brief show was soon over and the sun was hidden far into the west, the sky turning dark.
"Where I come from seems so small and dark compared to your lands. Everything is grand here, it is like someone sculpted the land like in a painting." She looked up at him and saw his diverted gaze and how something bothered him. His brow was creased and his bright eyes now held the deepest of sorrow. She was stunned at how he could emit so much love and happiness with one smile and so much pain with only his eyes.
"What is wrong?" She asked as he brought his gaze to her and then covered his worry, trying not to let her see it. "Nothing." Came his hushed reply and she frowned not buying it for a second. He turned his head to the side but she stepped forward and gently brought her hand to his face and made him look at her. At her touch his face seemed to come alive, eyes bright and the frown gone. He swallowed as her dark eyes searched his, seeing deep emotion in them not hidden but bluntly set before him.
"Something troubles you, will you not tell me?" She asked as he pulled her hand from his face, unconciously neither letting go.
"It is nothing, I worry about our journey." The lie came out easily enough but her eyes were still stuck on his. "Do not trouble yourself, no matter what happens when we reach Gondor we will face it together. Those beasts would've taken me to Mordor if not for you." At the mere thought he frowned and his hand tightened around hers. She paused at his intense stare, feeling suddenly shy beneath it. What she saw in his eyes now she'd not seen before, it made her heart beat faster.
Footsteps suddenly entered the room and the two took a step back from eachother releasing their hands. They turned to see a young man looking at them uneasily afraid he'd interupted something.
"Pardon me, but dinner is now ready. King Eomer bids you to come." He bowed then left them, the air which had been crackling with tension now faded and the two looked at eachother shyly, unsure of what to do or say.
Legolas composed himself inwardly chidding his actions and he offered her his arm. "Come, I know you must be starving." She looked relieved that he had broke the silence and nodded with a small smile. "I am." The light touch of her hand made his arm tingle and he tried to ignore it as they walked from the room towards the dinning hall.
He was confused and full of doubt and regret but there was something else. Some wonderful feeling that bloomed when she'd looked at him that way, that made him feel like he could walk on air.
He'd never seen her look at Eomer that way.
Ok, I know it's alot of talking and no action but it is coming! Stay with me! And as always a little R/R would do me good;)
The next morning Legolas was sitting in a chair beside Elora's bed, his hands lay on the arm rests and his eyes were open but unseeing. So when Morgan peered into the room he saw the elf and walked in his eyes on Elora as she lay completely still, the only sign that she lived was the shallow rise and fall of her chest. Her face was pale and she had angry bruises on her face and neck.
"How is she, is her arm mending well?" He asked as he let his eyes travel to her wounded arm. After a few seconds he raised an eyebrow to Legolas. "Is her arm mending?" He asked again as he walked to the other side of the bed where Legolas sat. When he took a better look at him he realized he was fast asleep, though his eyes stared into the air. Morgan said no more he simply sighed and reached his hand out and using two knuckles pinched the elf's nose, cutting off his air supply. He grinned as Legolas jerked his head slightly then gasped and jumped to his feet.
"Good morning!" He said as he chuckled, Legolas' face was startled at first then he saw Morgan's expression and sighed. He smiled slightly but shook his head and glared.
"You could've simply said something to rouse me." He said as the man shook his head and crossed his arms.
"I had a whole conversation with you thinking you were awake! You were sleeping like a rock." He retorted as Legolas pulled the chair he'd slept in closer to the bed and sat down.
"Well then I was truely exhausted." He looked over Elora's injuries placing his hand on her forehead to check for fever and replace her bandage.
"Though I've already asked it twice I say it again, is her arm mending well?" Legolas turned his head as he wrapped her arm and smirked.
"Very well, it should heal quickly. She seems to mend easily." He said as recalled that when her arm had been injured before it had healed as if Aragorn had tended to it personally.
"She always has," Morgan said as he sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes on her face. "I remember one time when we young she and her handmaiden had gone off into the woods without permission. So I followed them thinking I was a couple years older than them, I'd be the gentleman and make sure they were alright." He looked at Legolas who was listening with a pleasant face. "See a week before hand she'd broken her arm fallin' off her horse, so she wasn't allowed to ride but it didn't stop her. I rode out after them and for the whole day they didn't know I was there and I was so proud of myself for tracking them so well." A grin grew on his face as he continued, now completely forgetting the reason for the story.
"But there was a gully nearby and it was probably thirty feet straight down and it was rocky and dangerous and I saw them run off right towards it and disappear in the trees. Now I'm thinking 'Holy Hell their gonna fall in that gully and break their legs!' so I rush after them on foot. And I get to the edge of the cliff and I hear nothing, and I assume those girls are dead at the bottom. So I crawl on belly to the edge and look down and I didn't see them but it was dark and rocky so I kind of held onto the ground and leaned further." He was now using his body to tell the story his hands demonstrating him holding the grass. "And I yell 'Elora!' at the top of my lungs and listen for an answer. And I've got all my attention down this gully, so when I hear a voice behind me say something I freak out and lose my grip and fall down into the rocky, dangerous gorge." Legolas laughed and gave a rare toothy grin.
"It gets better." Morgan went on as he sits down again. "I'm laying with a broken leg at the bottom of this gully and I look up and see Elora laughing and she's saying 'I'm up here stupid!' which really made me feel better. And I can't get out because it's this big sink hole with no even ground to climb out on. So Elora with her already broken arm climbs down and practically carries me, twice her size and limping the whole way, up the side. She puts me on my horse and then leads me back into the city, and I never lived it down with her. Even my men tease my about it, the general who was rescued by a twelve year old girl. " He shook his head and ran his hand through his sandy hair.
"I could see her doing that." Legolas said, his smile still in place. When he turned back to look at Elora her eyes were open and looking up at him, a tiny smile on her tired face. His face sobered but his eyes lit up and he took her hand.
"Your awake." He said as Morgan rushed to her other side and sat next to her. She smiled wider and put her free hand to Morgan's cheek.
"I never heard you tell that." She said quietly, her words seemed like they cost her a lot of energy. "I remember my father lecturing both of us in the healers quarters." She sighed and let her hand fall, looking around her. She tried to clear her throat then frowned, motioning that she needed some water. Legolas turned and brought a ready glass to her mouth, raising her slightly so she could drink it. After a few deep gulps she pulled back and sighed.
"I've never seen you laugh like that." She said to Legolas. "You should do it more." He nodded and bowed his head.
"As you wish." He replied, a smile on his face. She looked around her then to the window that overlooked Edoras.
"Did it work? How long have I been here?" She asked as she moved to sit up letting them help to prop her up with pillows.
"We've been here since late last night, we found you in a field with a legion of dead orc's all over." Morgan said as she sighed. "It worked, believe me." She lay her head back and closed her eyes. Legolas looked at her bruised neck and face and his face was deadly serious.
"Did they hurt you before..." She shook her head stopping his words with a hand to his lips.
"No." He let out a sigh and she could see he was relieved, had he worried so much? "I gave them no chance, and now I understand the weapon I possess much better. It's an energy, a light. When it hits a person all evil influence and shadow is wiped from them. In the orc's case they were made from it, their hearts could not be cleansed they were so full of darkness. It killed them. As I thought it would." Legolas and Morgan shared a look at her distant stare and Morgan leaned towards her with a small smile.
"Well they will never hurt anyone again, nothing short of an army would've defeated them. But you did and it makes me rest easier knowing you are safe now." She nodded to her friend, her eyes going to her wounded arm.
"Good." But then a thought hit her and her eyes went wide. "What about the little one, the brownie. Is he alright?" Legolas nodded his head.
"Yes on our way here Eomer discovered him when the creature started shooting him with tiny arrows." He grinned. "But he appologized once he knew you were in no danger." She tilted her head at the name.
"Eomer? Is he Rohan's king?" She asked as a voice from the doorway answered.
"Yes, and pin cushion to your small friend." Elora looked up at the king walked to them. He looked on the woman he'd seen yesterday with new eyes, her eyes were not how he pictured. They were dark and sparkling even though her face was bruised and tired. "I am glad to see you awake My Lady." He said as she managed a small bow and smiled. "I am Eomer Eadig, King of Rohan and her people's." He bowed his head to her as well. She looked at his unruly golden hair and dark kind eyes and smiled. He didn't look like any king she'd seen.
"My name is Elora Danan, though I do not think you know of my kingdom. Tir Asleen it is called, but it's far into the east from here." Legolas squeezed her hand then stood and turned to Eomer.
"How long until we leave for Gondor?" He asked as the king nodded to his friend.
"Two days time, many of my marshals arrived just now. Only the far north have yet to come, already I have sent messengers to the White City." He said as he glanced back to Elora. "Of course, when do the healers say she is fit to travel?" As soon as he'd asked the question Elora sat up straight and cleared her throat.
"No need to worry about me your majesty, I will be fine by nightfall. I don't expect a small flesh wound to keep me down any longer." When she moved to get up a stout woman with a mess of blondish grey hair piled ontop of her head rushed up from seemingly nowhere.
"My lady you must rest at least until supper time, your heart was nearly stopping on you last night. You sure gave it a workin'." She said as she poured a glass of some muddy looking remedy and held it to Elora's lips. She frowned but took a sip anyway.
"Oh that's horrible!" She said as she made a face and looked at the liquid. "What is it?" She asked as the woman gave a stern look.
"An herbal tonic now drink up it'll do you good." Elora reluctantly swallowed the mixture then looked back to where the three now stood talking.
"Since most of them that were north are gone I am not worried about Edoras. I will leave some men hear but I believe the most trouble will be found in Gondor." Eomer was saying as Legolas nodded in agreement.
"Did any survive?" Elora asked as the three turned to her. "Any that followed you two?" She asked as Morgan shook his head.
"No, not one. The riders of Rohan came just as we were charging to our death's." He said as he motioned to the tall man beside him. It seemed like all the men in this new land were very tall, she thought as she compared Legolas and Eomer to Morgan's height. She'd always thought she was tall, but clearly here she was of the average.
"Then I owe you much King Eomer, they were all I thought of as I fled east." She said as the King smiled to her.
"You need not worry for them, Legolas is a force to be roconed with and your kinsman is greater than most with a sword. Our only concern was getting you away from the orc's. It seems you are to determine all our fates." He said as he regaurded her with kind eyes. He was young she noted, younger than most kings. But she could tell that behind the rough exterior was a gentle soul his eyes were open and caring.
"I will not let you down." The healer that was now fussing over her bruised face turned to the men.
"Alright now she'll be joining you for dinner but she needs her rest." She shoed them out like they were dogs, even her king but he didn't mind he only smiled.
"Well, that was rude. She could've let us say good bye." Morgan said as he frowned as the door shut behind them.
"It is best to let her be, she's got a temper. Every time I get a scratch she fusses for a week." Eomer said as he lead the two to rooms they could clean themselves up in.
Legolas was the first to emerge from his quarters considering he only had to bathe and plait some braids behind his ears, his clothes were not soiled. He walked through the great halls seeing the old reconings of Eorl and the line of Kings of the Mark. When he was near the healing wing he decided to see if Elora was ready for dinner. As he neared her room he heard a laugh ring out and smiled slightly. He could tell it was her's. But when the door to her room opened and he saw her emerge on the arm of Eomer he stopped. A strange feeling took hold of him.
The tall king began to give her a tour, his booming voice echoing down the halls as he pointed to a sword on a mount and told of it's history. He watched them and was puzzled for only a second. The way Elora smiled wide and laughed and hung on his every word made it clear. She was attracted to him.
He'd noticed the way Eomer had looked at her but didn't pay it any mind. She was beautiful and a rare beauty at that. Her brown eyes seemed older than her, they were wise and bright. And evidently the looks Eomer had given her were more than simple admiration.
Legolas rarely openly appreciated anyone's beauty but he had with her on more than one occassion. And then their kiss...Well it hadn't really been a kiss because she was not herself. He'd seen her stare at him and always blush when he caught her looking, but that's all she was doing. Looking.
She'd never seen an elf and was curious. He has been told he was fair even for an elf, but he'd never really recieved any special attention from any women, elf or human. She'd only been in awe and now that it had faded so had her interest.
He turned around and walked back the way he'd come, their laughing voices fading. The more he thought about it the more he realized it was for the best. She was mortal. Had he even taken that into consideration? Why was he even letting himself look at her in such a way if he could never be with her? He would only lose her one way or another and he couldn't live with that. He sighed, he let himself get carried away in a tense situation. He didn't need anything clouding his mind anyway. She simply drew people to her, Morgan's feelings were deeper than he lead on and now he too had been amazed by her light and beauty. But it was not to be, she had her own kingdom far away and he had Mirkwood until he crossed the sea. Another place she could not follow him to.
Sighing he decided to wait a few minutes before going to the dinning hall.
"Well Lady Elora I must go, I have enjoyed your company." His kind eyes gleamed as he smiled at her and she returned it.
"As have I. I will see you at dinner then?" She asked as he nodded and lay his hand over hers that was resting on his forearm.
"Of course." He said as they stopped in front of the main hall that led to his chambers. "Until then." He left her with a kind smile and then disappeared through the golden halls. She looked up at the ornate ceiling and decorations that hung from it along with beautiful golden candle holders and torches along the walls. Turning back she slowly walked amiring as she went.
Finally she ended up in a large room with long windows that overlooked the mountains, the sun was now setting behind them and she stared. It was beautiful, never had she seen such a sunset in Tir Asleen. The sky danced with colours of blue and purple which faded to orange and red at the tip of the mountains that hid the sun.
"Amazing." She breathed as she neared the window, her eyes wide. After a few more moments of silent observation she felt as though someone was behind her and turned. Standing there in his white elven tunic and grey trousers and boots Legolas stood. His hands were clasped behind his back and he had also been watching the sunset, at least until she entered the room.
"Legolas, you make no sound. I thought I was alone." She said he walked to her and smiled, his eyes traveling from the window back to her. The brilliant colors of the setting sun turned her hair into spun gold.
"I was simply admiring the view." His low melodious voice made her smile and she sighed as she turned her face to the window.
"It's beautiful." She said as he nodded his eyes resting on her chocolate eyes.
"It is." He then blinked and looked away, his eyes distant and concerned. The brief show was soon over and the sun was hidden far into the west, the sky turning dark.
"Where I come from seems so small and dark compared to your lands. Everything is grand here, it is like someone sculpted the land like in a painting." She looked up at him and saw his diverted gaze and how something bothered him. His brow was creased and his bright eyes now held the deepest of sorrow. She was stunned at how he could emit so much love and happiness with one smile and so much pain with only his eyes.
"What is wrong?" She asked as he brought his gaze to her and then covered his worry, trying not to let her see it. "Nothing." Came his hushed reply and she frowned not buying it for a second. He turned his head to the side but she stepped forward and gently brought her hand to his face and made him look at her. At her touch his face seemed to come alive, eyes bright and the frown gone. He swallowed as her dark eyes searched his, seeing deep emotion in them not hidden but bluntly set before him.
"Something troubles you, will you not tell me?" She asked as he pulled her hand from his face, unconciously neither letting go.
"It is nothing, I worry about our journey." The lie came out easily enough but her eyes were still stuck on his. "Do not trouble yourself, no matter what happens when we reach Gondor we will face it together. Those beasts would've taken me to Mordor if not for you." At the mere thought he frowned and his hand tightened around hers. She paused at his intense stare, feeling suddenly shy beneath it. What she saw in his eyes now she'd not seen before, it made her heart beat faster.
Footsteps suddenly entered the room and the two took a step back from eachother releasing their hands. They turned to see a young man looking at them uneasily afraid he'd interupted something.
"Pardon me, but dinner is now ready. King Eomer bids you to come." He bowed then left them, the air which had been crackling with tension now faded and the two looked at eachother shyly, unsure of what to do or say.
Legolas composed himself inwardly chidding his actions and he offered her his arm. "Come, I know you must be starving." She looked relieved that he had broke the silence and nodded with a small smile. "I am." The light touch of her hand made his arm tingle and he tried to ignore it as they walked from the room towards the dinning hall.
He was confused and full of doubt and regret but there was something else. Some wonderful feeling that bloomed when she'd looked at him that way, that made him feel like he could walk on air.
He'd never seen her look at Eomer that way.
Ok, I know it's alot of talking and no action but it is coming! Stay with me! And as always a little R/R would do me good;)