A/N: This chapter is just fluff and filler. No point really, except for a
tiny bit of character development, and a look into how I think Legolas was
as a child. Enjoy!
After 15 minutes or so of uncomfortable silence, Cailiosa finally spoke up, "I'm sorry, Legolas, I was out of line."
"No need for apologies. We both were."
They fell silent again, before Cailiosa spoke up again. "What did you mean 'ever since we were children'? We never met before you stopped by the village those few weeks ago."
Legolas looked at her for the first time since they'd started traveling back toward the group. "I used to travel down through the woods when I was really little, around 100 or 150, right after my father had told me of our betrothal. I would hide in the outskirts and watch you dancing and playing with your friends, because I'm a curious little bugger and I wanted to know more about the 'beautiful, kind-hearted, creative young lady' from the South. He chuckled softly.
"That's what your father said about me?" At Legolas's nod, she continued, "My father called you caring, noble, loyal, and the most curious elfling he'd ever met, next to me." She laughed a little, "I went and watched you, too. He was right."
She turned the conversation to Pippin. "One time when I went to watch him, he and his friends were trying to see who could jump across a river-big river, wide as the pillars in the Dwarf city, and deeper than you are tall- and Legolas decided he would be the first to jump." She stopped a moment, and smirked at the Elf, seeing what his expression was before she continued the story. He shook his head as if he were trying to keep from laughing at himself. She turned back to the Hobbit and continued, "He made it across, onto the banks, but tripped and fell face-first into the mud. His mother scolded him for a good hour while she was cleaning the mud out of his hair."
Cailiosa laughed, and her hand moved from holding onto the saddle to clinging to the back of Legolas's cloak, apparently deciding she could keep up better that way. Legolas looked down at her from the horse, and their eyes met. They smiled at each other for a moment, before Cailiosa looked at the ground, her pale cheeks blushed slightly.
"Hey, Caili, what happened there?" Pippin reached over and gingerly touched the cut on her ear, and pulled his hand back when she winced in pain.
"Oh, it's nothing, I guess an arrow just got a little closer than I thought," she replied nonchalantly, pretending as if she'd never noticed it before.
Legolas looked at her incredulously, but decided he was better off not to comment on it.
After 15 minutes or so of uncomfortable silence, Cailiosa finally spoke up, "I'm sorry, Legolas, I was out of line."
"No need for apologies. We both were."
They fell silent again, before Cailiosa spoke up again. "What did you mean 'ever since we were children'? We never met before you stopped by the village those few weeks ago."
Legolas looked at her for the first time since they'd started traveling back toward the group. "I used to travel down through the woods when I was really little, around 100 or 150, right after my father had told me of our betrothal. I would hide in the outskirts and watch you dancing and playing with your friends, because I'm a curious little bugger and I wanted to know more about the 'beautiful, kind-hearted, creative young lady' from the South. He chuckled softly.
"That's what your father said about me?" At Legolas's nod, she continued, "My father called you caring, noble, loyal, and the most curious elfling he'd ever met, next to me." She laughed a little, "I went and watched you, too. He was right."
She turned the conversation to Pippin. "One time when I went to watch him, he and his friends were trying to see who could jump across a river-big river, wide as the pillars in the Dwarf city, and deeper than you are tall- and Legolas decided he would be the first to jump." She stopped a moment, and smirked at the Elf, seeing what his expression was before she continued the story. He shook his head as if he were trying to keep from laughing at himself. She turned back to the Hobbit and continued, "He made it across, onto the banks, but tripped and fell face-first into the mud. His mother scolded him for a good hour while she was cleaning the mud out of his hair."
Cailiosa laughed, and her hand moved from holding onto the saddle to clinging to the back of Legolas's cloak, apparently deciding she could keep up better that way. Legolas looked down at her from the horse, and their eyes met. They smiled at each other for a moment, before Cailiosa looked at the ground, her pale cheeks blushed slightly.
"Hey, Caili, what happened there?" Pippin reached over and gingerly touched the cut on her ear, and pulled his hand back when she winced in pain.
"Oh, it's nothing, I guess an arrow just got a little closer than I thought," she replied nonchalantly, pretending as if she'd never noticed it before.
Legolas looked at her incredulously, but decided he was better off not to comment on it.