Part 3
I don't own Legolas (wish I did but there you go) I do own Fahrwen. Hope you all like this chapter- I'm not particularly pleased with it so please r&r so I know what you think.
Embraces in the dark
Fahrwen led Legolas through the crowds of elves, dwarves and men. Occasionally checking to make sure he was still behind her, he followed in wonder, trying to work out where they were going. The further they went the less people there became, Legolas' mind was beginning to explore what might happen if they were alone. All the time he tried not lose sight of her, fearing that he may never find her again.
They reached the doors of Elrond's house and Fahrwen opened them quietly. The cold night air hit them both as they stepped out into the twilight, still Fahrwen walked on, and still she was followed. The Ford of Bruinen was in sight, if they went much further they would no longer be in Rivendell, but in the dangerous realms surrounding it that carried dark secrets.
Underneath a large oak tree beside the ford Fahrwen abruptly stopped and sat down. Legolas obediently did the same, adjusting his position a few times as the ground was cold.
"I come here as often as I can," she said, looking out over the Bruinen, "water has always been my weak spot."
Legolas smiled to himself, he knew how that felt.
The strong wind was whistling around them, blowing Fahrwen's hair neatly behind her shoulders, making her look like some kind of angel. Legolas couldn't take his eyes from her, she was an angel.
She turned her head skyward as a large gust of wind collided with them,
"I think it's going to rain." She started shivering, Legolas quickly noticed this, and in one swift movement unclipped the brooch holding his cloak in place and removed it from his shoulders. He draped it carefully over the both of them and gently put his arm around Fahrwen. She shivered again, but not due to the cold.
Suddenly a large clap of thunder erupted from the sky and made them both jump. The rain began pouring down; drenching everything it could lay its icy claws on. Legolas went to get up, but Fahrwen grabbed his arm.
"Stay. We don't have to go in, the storm can't hurt us."
"You might catch a chill." Said Legolas worriedly.
"And so might you, anyway, you're at risk of catching worse things than a chill where you're going. Don't worry about it."
She retreated further underneath the tree, pulling Legolas with her. As she now had control over the cloak she placed it over their shoulders and rested her head on Legolas' chest.
He placed his arm round her once more in a desperate attempt to shelter her from the rain. He rested his head on her head; feeling like nothing could separate her from him. He gently turned his head to sniff her hair, he could smell all the wonderful smells of the world: a dew covered forest in early spring, roses blooming in summer, crisp snow in winter and sun coloured leaves falling from trees in late Autumn- if that had a smell.
He lent and kissed her head so gently he wasn't even sure that she'd felt it. He nuzzled his cheek in her hair, when she began laughing softly.
"What?" smiled Legolas.
" I can hear your heart."
Legolas couldn't feel the cold anymore, the sun was shining right out of his heart and soul, perhaps it's a strange or corny thing to say. But if you think of a time when you were so happy that you thought you might cry, the whole world didn't matter and was melting to nothing. The only thing that was left was you and the thing that was bringing you all that happiness, then you'd have been close to the way he was feeling then.
"What is it saying?" he asked intently.
Fahrwen lifted her head and turned to face him, looking deep into his eyes.
"You tell me."
He couldn't hold his feelings in anymore, without a moment's hesitation he leant forward and kissed her lips with his. Legolas lost all his senses, all could he feel was her lips on his, kissing him back in return. Locked in a kiss that they both hoped would and could last forever.
And that was how Aragorn found them. He had decided to come and find them as it was growing late and a storm was forming. He had a fair idea of where Fahrwen had taken him, for she had taken him to the same place in the past. But not in the same circumstances. She was a very great friend to him and he had seen the obvious attraction between her and Legolas. He had thought they would suit each other even before seeing them together.
As he reached the Ford he caught sight of them, sitting beneath a tree soaked to the skin, but they were caught in an embrace and he did not have the heart to interrupt. He thought about sitting and waiting for them to separate from each other, but he felt that would be an intrusion of their privacy. They reminded him so much of himself and Arwen when they first met. He recalled the feelings he experienced with a smile, he thought he had strayed into a dream.
He turned back the way he had come swiftly and silently. They needed this time together, for soon they would be separated.
*
I don't own Legolas (wish I did but there you go) I do own Fahrwen. Hope you all like this chapter- I'm not particularly pleased with it so please r&r so I know what you think.
Embraces in the dark
Fahrwen led Legolas through the crowds of elves, dwarves and men. Occasionally checking to make sure he was still behind her, he followed in wonder, trying to work out where they were going. The further they went the less people there became, Legolas' mind was beginning to explore what might happen if they were alone. All the time he tried not lose sight of her, fearing that he may never find her again.
They reached the doors of Elrond's house and Fahrwen opened them quietly. The cold night air hit them both as they stepped out into the twilight, still Fahrwen walked on, and still she was followed. The Ford of Bruinen was in sight, if they went much further they would no longer be in Rivendell, but in the dangerous realms surrounding it that carried dark secrets.
Underneath a large oak tree beside the ford Fahrwen abruptly stopped and sat down. Legolas obediently did the same, adjusting his position a few times as the ground was cold.
"I come here as often as I can," she said, looking out over the Bruinen, "water has always been my weak spot."
Legolas smiled to himself, he knew how that felt.
The strong wind was whistling around them, blowing Fahrwen's hair neatly behind her shoulders, making her look like some kind of angel. Legolas couldn't take his eyes from her, she was an angel.
She turned her head skyward as a large gust of wind collided with them,
"I think it's going to rain." She started shivering, Legolas quickly noticed this, and in one swift movement unclipped the brooch holding his cloak in place and removed it from his shoulders. He draped it carefully over the both of them and gently put his arm around Fahrwen. She shivered again, but not due to the cold.
Suddenly a large clap of thunder erupted from the sky and made them both jump. The rain began pouring down; drenching everything it could lay its icy claws on. Legolas went to get up, but Fahrwen grabbed his arm.
"Stay. We don't have to go in, the storm can't hurt us."
"You might catch a chill." Said Legolas worriedly.
"And so might you, anyway, you're at risk of catching worse things than a chill where you're going. Don't worry about it."
She retreated further underneath the tree, pulling Legolas with her. As she now had control over the cloak she placed it over their shoulders and rested her head on Legolas' chest.
He placed his arm round her once more in a desperate attempt to shelter her from the rain. He rested his head on her head; feeling like nothing could separate her from him. He gently turned his head to sniff her hair, he could smell all the wonderful smells of the world: a dew covered forest in early spring, roses blooming in summer, crisp snow in winter and sun coloured leaves falling from trees in late Autumn- if that had a smell.
He lent and kissed her head so gently he wasn't even sure that she'd felt it. He nuzzled his cheek in her hair, when she began laughing softly.
"What?" smiled Legolas.
" I can hear your heart."
Legolas couldn't feel the cold anymore, the sun was shining right out of his heart and soul, perhaps it's a strange or corny thing to say. But if you think of a time when you were so happy that you thought you might cry, the whole world didn't matter and was melting to nothing. The only thing that was left was you and the thing that was bringing you all that happiness, then you'd have been close to the way he was feeling then.
"What is it saying?" he asked intently.
Fahrwen lifted her head and turned to face him, looking deep into his eyes.
"You tell me."
He couldn't hold his feelings in anymore, without a moment's hesitation he leant forward and kissed her lips with his. Legolas lost all his senses, all could he feel was her lips on his, kissing him back in return. Locked in a kiss that they both hoped would and could last forever.
And that was how Aragorn found them. He had decided to come and find them as it was growing late and a storm was forming. He had a fair idea of where Fahrwen had taken him, for she had taken him to the same place in the past. But not in the same circumstances. She was a very great friend to him and he had seen the obvious attraction between her and Legolas. He had thought they would suit each other even before seeing them together.
As he reached the Ford he caught sight of them, sitting beneath a tree soaked to the skin, but they were caught in an embrace and he did not have the heart to interrupt. He thought about sitting and waiting for them to separate from each other, but he felt that would be an intrusion of their privacy. They reminded him so much of himself and Arwen when they first met. He recalled the feelings he experienced with a smile, he thought he had strayed into a dream.
He turned back the way he had come swiftly and silently. They needed this time together, for soon they would be separated.
*
