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Elenya by Shelly
CHAPTER TWO
She watched as he left, her mouth slightly open in surprise. It had been no mere elf that had saved her life but the Prince of the Shadowood himself. Things must be grave indeed if he was here, leaving her to wonder at who else was summoned. Surely representatives from the other races would be here as well, and her thoughts touched on the dwarves as she knew that the elves still harbored an enmity towards them as a result of what had happened in Moria. She herself thought it quite foolish to hold such a childish grudge for so long, but then again she hadn't been born at that time and didn't have to experience the pain at having to leave the elves' beloved lands.
Suddenly she longed for fresh air and slowly eased from her bed and discovered various gowns laid out for her to choose from. She ran her hand over the soft silk, not being able to remember the last time she had worn such a garment much less what one felt like as she had been on the road so long. She chose the forest green silk gown and stepped behind the dressing screen to put it on, the soft material sliding across her skin. The sleeves were long and fitted all the way to her wrists where the fabric narrowed down to a point above her middle fingers. The bodice fit perfectly and flared out beyond her waist to touch the floor and form a small train behind her.
She found a brush nearby and ran it through her hair quickly before stepping to the door and pulling it open, only she didn't notice there was someone on the other side coming in until he crashed into her, sending them both to the floor. The sudden impact sent a jolt through her injured shoulder, and she hissed lightly in pain. Luckily her visitor had caught themself from furthering her pain by adding their weight to hers, and she raised her eyes to look into the same pair of blue eyes that she had seen in the forest. Her breathing seemed to stop as did the whole world as she had suddenly seen it in his eyes. His features were flawless and very handsome indeed, framed by light blond hair that stirred with every breath she spent. The fact that he had caught himself before falling on top of her suggested great strength and agility.
All her life she had viewed princes as being above all others, unattainable and having about as much personality as a statue. This prince was certainly none of these things, and he certainly wasn't supposed to be making her heart pound so fiercely within her chest.
Legolas himself was just as surprised at seeing her for the first time. Never had he seen hair the color of hers. It shone in a myriad of colors, ranging from the deepest auburn to burnished copper. Her eyes were no less enchanting, two jewels of sparkling sapphire that shone in apparent surprise. He noticed the bandage on her left shoulder and quickly rose to his feet, holding out his hand to help her to hers. She placed her hand in his and rose to her feet, his very touch making her head spin. Or maybe it was the fact that she had risen too fast, and she must have swayed a little as he placed a hand on her good shoulder to steady her.
"Are you going to be all right?" he asked in his soft voice.
"Yes, I'll be fine," she replied, holding her hand to her forehead to try and stop the room from spinning. "All I need is some fresh air."
She swayed again, and this time he circled his arm around her waist to keep her from falling. "You need rest. Your body's still weak from the poison."
"How are you in any position to know what it is I need? I told you all I need is fresh air, and if you'll just get out of my way--" She suddenly screeched in outrage as he picked her up in his arms and dropped her on the bed. "How dare you take such liberties with me!"
"You will remain here until your strength returns. There's no need to push yourself, you'll only make things worse."
Though her eyes were a bit unfocused as her head was still spinning, she still managed to pin him with a simmering glare. "You are not my father nor my husband, so who are you to tell me what I can and cannot do? You think that just because you saved my life you can take it over?"
He breathed deeply to keep his own anger in check at her stubbornness. Then a sudden thought occured to him, which had her wondering if it would result in even more grief on her behalf. He walked to the doorway and stopped an elf that happened to walk by, speaking a few words with him before sending him on his way and returning to the chair by her bedside that Elrond had occupied a short while ago.
"What did you do?" she asked. "Place a guard at my door to make sure I don't slip outside when you're not here?"
A small smile teased the corners of his mouth, which only drew her attention to them. "You know, that wouldn't be a bad idea."
"So now I'm essentially a prisoner here?" she asked heatedly.
"If you are, it is because of your own stubbornness to admit you are in no condition to do anything right now."
She suddenly threw her hands up in defeat and gathered her knees to her chest, resting her forehead on her knees. When she raised her head, he could see two tears trailing down her cheeks. "Why are you doing this to me?" she whispered.
At the sight of her tears, he moved onto the bed beside her, feeling awful for making her suffer. He reached up and brushed the tears away with his thumb. "I can offer no answer, my lady, except that I wish you to get well as soon as possible."
Her breath caught in her throat at the soft touch of his fingers and she found herself lost again in his eyes. "Why?"
"There are many things I wish to show you about Rivendell, and the sooner you recover the more time we have to spend together. Terrible things are happening in the world around us, and I fear that our time will be short here."
She looked away as she realized the truth of his words as well as the utter craziness of them. He talked as if he hoped something would develop between them. But how could it when she already loved someone with all her heart that she had promised to wait for? But what if he was dead as well as the others and would never return to her? She gazed into his eyes once more, and felt herself being drawn closer to him, his own eyes searching her face. She turned away before anything could happen, feeling him draw away in surprise.
"What is it?" he asked.
She swallowed deeply as she turned back towards him but not looking him in the eye as it was dangerous to do so. How could she explain to him what was going on when she didn't even know herself what was happening? She had first laid eyes on him today, yet the instant attraction between them was undeniable, and she wondered what was wrong with her to love someone and still be attracted to another. Never had any other male elf been able to draw her to him like this, and the only male to do so was Boromir.
Legolas saw the conflicting emotions that crossed her face and wondered what thoughts ran through her mind at this moment. Perhaps he was pushing things too fast where they were concerned, but never had he seen someone so beautiful and so brave as to withstand an orc's poison for two days or more. Elrond had told him that she was very special and bid him to keep an eye on her over the past two days she had been recovering here, leaving him plenty of time to study her features while she slept.
Soon they were both saved from the awkward moment as an elf maiden entered the room carrying an ornate silver tray laden with fruits which she placed on the bed. Lillisandra looked at the food with longing as it had been some time since she had eaten anything that could be called food, and she suddenly realized how hungry she was.
Legolas thanked the maiden as she left. "I thought you could use something to eat as I guessed that you hadn't eaten in a while."
Her eyes shone with tears once again as she realized that he had done nothing but see to her every need, and she had repaid him by acting like a spoiled child. "I am sorry, my lord. You have been very kind to me so far and I've acted like such a child."
"Please do not call me that. And you have nothing to apologize for as some of what you said was true." He stood then. "I will leave you to eat your meal in peace."
She looked up at him. "Thank you."
He smiled and lowered his head a bit to her. "You're welcome, Lillisandra of Silmarion."
She sighed as he closed the door behind him, leaving her alone to her troubled thoughts.
After she had eaten and rested, she soon became restless again and attempted walking around the room. She experienced no negative effects this time and was determined to see trees around her again. She eased up to the doorway and slowly opened the door this time, but no one was there and she suddenly wondered where Legolas was. Not that she cared, but if he were to come along and find her he would no doubt pick her right back up and carry her back inside again. She stepped outside onto the balcony and stared in awe at the wonder of nature around her. There were small waterfalls everywhere, filling the valley with their peaceful music, and she turned her face up to the sun to let it warm her skin. Autumn had begun to set in around them, and the trees around her donned the appropriate colors for the season.
Her sensitive ears finally caught the sound of footsteps, and she ducked inside the first door she came to which turned out not to be hers. It was too late to make an escape for her own room, and she hoped whoever it was didn't come to see her only to find her gone. And she hoped with all her heart that it wasn't Legolas himself.
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Is it Legolas coming after her? And who's room is she in? Find out next chapter! Thanks for reading and please review!
Elenya by Shelly
CHAPTER TWO
She watched as he left, her mouth slightly open in surprise. It had been no mere elf that had saved her life but the Prince of the Shadowood himself. Things must be grave indeed if he was here, leaving her to wonder at who else was summoned. Surely representatives from the other races would be here as well, and her thoughts touched on the dwarves as she knew that the elves still harbored an enmity towards them as a result of what had happened in Moria. She herself thought it quite foolish to hold such a childish grudge for so long, but then again she hadn't been born at that time and didn't have to experience the pain at having to leave the elves' beloved lands.
Suddenly she longed for fresh air and slowly eased from her bed and discovered various gowns laid out for her to choose from. She ran her hand over the soft silk, not being able to remember the last time she had worn such a garment much less what one felt like as she had been on the road so long. She chose the forest green silk gown and stepped behind the dressing screen to put it on, the soft material sliding across her skin. The sleeves were long and fitted all the way to her wrists where the fabric narrowed down to a point above her middle fingers. The bodice fit perfectly and flared out beyond her waist to touch the floor and form a small train behind her.
She found a brush nearby and ran it through her hair quickly before stepping to the door and pulling it open, only she didn't notice there was someone on the other side coming in until he crashed into her, sending them both to the floor. The sudden impact sent a jolt through her injured shoulder, and she hissed lightly in pain. Luckily her visitor had caught themself from furthering her pain by adding their weight to hers, and she raised her eyes to look into the same pair of blue eyes that she had seen in the forest. Her breathing seemed to stop as did the whole world as she had suddenly seen it in his eyes. His features were flawless and very handsome indeed, framed by light blond hair that stirred with every breath she spent. The fact that he had caught himself before falling on top of her suggested great strength and agility.
All her life she had viewed princes as being above all others, unattainable and having about as much personality as a statue. This prince was certainly none of these things, and he certainly wasn't supposed to be making her heart pound so fiercely within her chest.
Legolas himself was just as surprised at seeing her for the first time. Never had he seen hair the color of hers. It shone in a myriad of colors, ranging from the deepest auburn to burnished copper. Her eyes were no less enchanting, two jewels of sparkling sapphire that shone in apparent surprise. He noticed the bandage on her left shoulder and quickly rose to his feet, holding out his hand to help her to hers. She placed her hand in his and rose to her feet, his very touch making her head spin. Or maybe it was the fact that she had risen too fast, and she must have swayed a little as he placed a hand on her good shoulder to steady her.
"Are you going to be all right?" he asked in his soft voice.
"Yes, I'll be fine," she replied, holding her hand to her forehead to try and stop the room from spinning. "All I need is some fresh air."
She swayed again, and this time he circled his arm around her waist to keep her from falling. "You need rest. Your body's still weak from the poison."
"How are you in any position to know what it is I need? I told you all I need is fresh air, and if you'll just get out of my way--" She suddenly screeched in outrage as he picked her up in his arms and dropped her on the bed. "How dare you take such liberties with me!"
"You will remain here until your strength returns. There's no need to push yourself, you'll only make things worse."
Though her eyes were a bit unfocused as her head was still spinning, she still managed to pin him with a simmering glare. "You are not my father nor my husband, so who are you to tell me what I can and cannot do? You think that just because you saved my life you can take it over?"
He breathed deeply to keep his own anger in check at her stubbornness. Then a sudden thought occured to him, which had her wondering if it would result in even more grief on her behalf. He walked to the doorway and stopped an elf that happened to walk by, speaking a few words with him before sending him on his way and returning to the chair by her bedside that Elrond had occupied a short while ago.
"What did you do?" she asked. "Place a guard at my door to make sure I don't slip outside when you're not here?"
A small smile teased the corners of his mouth, which only drew her attention to them. "You know, that wouldn't be a bad idea."
"So now I'm essentially a prisoner here?" she asked heatedly.
"If you are, it is because of your own stubbornness to admit you are in no condition to do anything right now."
She suddenly threw her hands up in defeat and gathered her knees to her chest, resting her forehead on her knees. When she raised her head, he could see two tears trailing down her cheeks. "Why are you doing this to me?" she whispered.
At the sight of her tears, he moved onto the bed beside her, feeling awful for making her suffer. He reached up and brushed the tears away with his thumb. "I can offer no answer, my lady, except that I wish you to get well as soon as possible."
Her breath caught in her throat at the soft touch of his fingers and she found herself lost again in his eyes. "Why?"
"There are many things I wish to show you about Rivendell, and the sooner you recover the more time we have to spend together. Terrible things are happening in the world around us, and I fear that our time will be short here."
She looked away as she realized the truth of his words as well as the utter craziness of them. He talked as if he hoped something would develop between them. But how could it when she already loved someone with all her heart that she had promised to wait for? But what if he was dead as well as the others and would never return to her? She gazed into his eyes once more, and felt herself being drawn closer to him, his own eyes searching her face. She turned away before anything could happen, feeling him draw away in surprise.
"What is it?" he asked.
She swallowed deeply as she turned back towards him but not looking him in the eye as it was dangerous to do so. How could she explain to him what was going on when she didn't even know herself what was happening? She had first laid eyes on him today, yet the instant attraction between them was undeniable, and she wondered what was wrong with her to love someone and still be attracted to another. Never had any other male elf been able to draw her to him like this, and the only male to do so was Boromir.
Legolas saw the conflicting emotions that crossed her face and wondered what thoughts ran through her mind at this moment. Perhaps he was pushing things too fast where they were concerned, but never had he seen someone so beautiful and so brave as to withstand an orc's poison for two days or more. Elrond had told him that she was very special and bid him to keep an eye on her over the past two days she had been recovering here, leaving him plenty of time to study her features while she slept.
Soon they were both saved from the awkward moment as an elf maiden entered the room carrying an ornate silver tray laden with fruits which she placed on the bed. Lillisandra looked at the food with longing as it had been some time since she had eaten anything that could be called food, and she suddenly realized how hungry she was.
Legolas thanked the maiden as she left. "I thought you could use something to eat as I guessed that you hadn't eaten in a while."
Her eyes shone with tears once again as she realized that he had done nothing but see to her every need, and she had repaid him by acting like a spoiled child. "I am sorry, my lord. You have been very kind to me so far and I've acted like such a child."
"Please do not call me that. And you have nothing to apologize for as some of what you said was true." He stood then. "I will leave you to eat your meal in peace."
She looked up at him. "Thank you."
He smiled and lowered his head a bit to her. "You're welcome, Lillisandra of Silmarion."
She sighed as he closed the door behind him, leaving her alone to her troubled thoughts.
After she had eaten and rested, she soon became restless again and attempted walking around the room. She experienced no negative effects this time and was determined to see trees around her again. She eased up to the doorway and slowly opened the door this time, but no one was there and she suddenly wondered where Legolas was. Not that she cared, but if he were to come along and find her he would no doubt pick her right back up and carry her back inside again. She stepped outside onto the balcony and stared in awe at the wonder of nature around her. There were small waterfalls everywhere, filling the valley with their peaceful music, and she turned her face up to the sun to let it warm her skin. Autumn had begun to set in around them, and the trees around her donned the appropriate colors for the season.
Her sensitive ears finally caught the sound of footsteps, and she ducked inside the first door she came to which turned out not to be hers. It was too late to make an escape for her own room, and she hoped whoever it was didn't come to see her only to find her gone. And she hoped with all her heart that it wasn't Legolas himself.
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Is it Legolas coming after her? And who's room is she in? Find out next chapter! Thanks for reading and please review!