"Willow, what is it?"
The redhead frowned. She pointed the woods ahead. "I don't know, Legolas. I just feel weird. It's as if someone was watching me from over there."
Two days ago, they had accosted on the shore of Nislynn. Some Elves were already waiting for them as if they had known they were coming. They greeted Celeborn first since they had already met him. Galadriel was the next. She was a legend in the elven community. The sorceress was well known. Elrond was also warmly greeted. Most of them knew him from a time or another, while the great battle against Mordor 3000 years before or on vacation spent in Rivendell. Just like Galadriel, he was also a legend for he was one of the three bearers of rings of power.
The small group of Elves had lead them to the city of silver and mithril. Everything was splendid. Every eyes followed them. They were the last to cross the ocean. The Elves were quite surprised when they saw two Hobbits walk with them. As for Gandalf, they were quite pleased to see him. Most of them had met Mithrandir at a time or another.
There had been a great party thrown for their arrival. Everyone had fun, even Bilbo who was starting to get too old for all this. Each of them had been given a welcome gift. Willow was smiling widely when a little girl slipped a mithril bracelet around her wrist... a little girl that could be older than her.
She was happy on Nislynn. She loved the island and couldn't tire of exploring it with Legolas watching over her shoulder. But something was bothering her.
Since their arrival, Willow had a weird feeling. The hair on the back of her neck would stand up. She was sure that someone was watching her. She didn't know who or what, but she could definitly feel it. The feeling would disappear for a couple of hours, then would come back to bother her.
She sighed and leaned against the border of the balcony. "I just wish I knew who was down there." She smiled when she felt two strong arms encircle her waist.
Legolas kissed the redhead's neck then bite it gently, smirking when she gasped. "Come with me," he whispered. He pulled her inside the room, her body willingly being guided. The blond Elf closed the double doors and led the unresisting flushed body of the witch to the bed.
It was the birds singing that awoken Willow the next morning. She stretched in the bed, smiling softly, remembering the events of the night before. Legolas was already out of their bedroom and she pouted. [Well, so much for waking him up with a *surprise*.]
Taking her sweet time, she got out of bed and washed her face with the fresh cold water in the bowl on the bed table. Something green caught her eyes and they widened. On the chair was a beautiful light green dress. Next to it was a piece of paper and Willow imediatly recognize Legolas' writting.
Wear Me
The redhead giggled and carefully picked it up. Her breath caught when she looked at herself in the mirror. Never had she wore something this beautiful. It looked perfect on her, matching the green of her eyes and her long red hair. "Thanks, Legolas," she whispered. "I'll have to thank you properly tonight."
The witch almost ran to the door and she nearly killed Frodo when *jumping* down the stairs. "Sorry!" she yelled back at the surprised Hobbit. She bursted in the living room, making Elrond startle and spill his tea on himself. He glared at her when she laughed out loud. Galadriel hide her smile behind her hand.
Haldir and Legolas came in at the moment a squealing redhead ran by them with Elrond close on her tail. Haldir turned toward the stunned Elf. "Is it me or did we just saw the Lord of Rivendell *run* after your mate?"
Legolas nodded. "Yes. Lets go to information central, shall we?" He pulled Haldir behind him and crossed the living room to Celeborn and Galadriel playing checks. "Did we miss something?"
Celeborn snorted. "Willow came running in and startled Elrond. He spilled his tea on himself." Finally, the sorceress gave up and bursted out laughing. Her mate lifted an eyebrow at her then looked at the two male Elves beside him. "I think she found it funny." Legolas rolled is eyes then took off to find his little redhead.
While passing by the entrance to the garden, a hand suddenly shot out of the rock wall and grabbed him. "Come here," someone said at his side. He was pushed on the wall and he looked down at the grinning witch. "Hum, what shall I do with my prisoner?" She pulled his head down and kissed him hard. "That was for the dress," she whispered. She put her hand behind his neck and pulled him to her lips again.
After several minutes, Legolas broke the kiss and breathed. "What was that one for?" he asked huskily.
Light played in her green eyes. "Being mine," she answered. Smiling, the blond Elf bent down and took her lips again.
* * *
Elrond sighed and rubbed his nose, a move that brought back the memory of a librarian she had considered her father for many years. "Willow, you worry too much."
"I. Don't. Like. It." The redhead crossed her arms over her chest and pouted while glaring at the older Elf. "You're all telling me it's nothing, but I know my senses are not going crazy. I can *feel* someone watching me." The feeling had not disappeared. It was still there and driving her crazy.
"Willow, there is nothing in the woods except birds, some animals and the occasional Elves going in for a walk. Maybe you're just nervous because it's a new environnment for you."
The redhead closed her eyes and screamed in rage. "Fine," she hissed. She stomped out of the room and went to the main entrance of the enormous mansion.
She met Haldir on her way out and he quickly got out of her path. He knew not to be in her way when she was furious. Legolas had once told him a story when a servant had kissed him at his father's house and suddenly, a chair had slammed in the wall just beside them. The redhead was too far away to have been able to throw it that far, but he had seen the look she gave the servant. Her eyes were pitch black and he had known it was her magical power doing it. Seeing the redhead get out of the mansion, he ran up the stairs in search of Legolas. He bursted in his and the witch's room.
Legolas looked up and frowned when he saw the look on Haldir's face. "What is it?"
"Willow's on the war path."
He jumped out of his chair and ran downstairs. "What happened?"
"I don't know. I came in and I saw her stomping out the living room. Her eyes weren't green, if you know what I mean."
Legolas fists clenched. "Elrond!" he roared. He came in the living room and walked straight to the older Elf. "What did you tell Willow? You almost had your head ripped off, by what Haldir told me."
"I told her that there was nothing watching her. It might be just her imagination. Why? Where is she?"
The blond Elf cursed loudly, causing the other men to look at him in surprise. "She's in the woods. She won't come back until she finds the truth. I'm going after her."
At the same time, not too far away from the mansion, a small form with red hair was walking in the forest, talking to herself. "What does he know? He's never been on this island before. And it's not him who's being watched constantly. I'll show him who's right. His ego is going to take it," she muttered.
Willow was determinated to fing out what was watching her. "It is *not* a fragment of my imagination, damn it!" She jumped over a roots and fell down gracefully on her feet. She sighed and looked at the sky. The moon was already high.
Suddenly, she gasped as cold metal touched her neck. She stopped moving. Her hair at the base of her neck stood up and she knew it was *him*. "Who are you?"
"An Elf that everyone forgot about."
"Could you please get your sword away from under my chin? It's cold and I don't like to be threaten. It piss me off and you don't want to see me that way, believe me." She grinned evilly. Even if she couldn't see her attacker, she knew he could see her grin. Just the look on her face meant not to mess with her or fear for your life.
"Not yet. Elves are deadly creatures when what they care for has been killed."
"Uh?"
"I gave this ring to my daughter of five years old seven years ago. The only way for you to have it would have been to kill her. Now, could you please tell me who you are before I slit your throat as an act of vengence for my daughter?"
Willow gasped. "The lone Elf," she whispered.
The redhead frowned. She pointed the woods ahead. "I don't know, Legolas. I just feel weird. It's as if someone was watching me from over there."
Two days ago, they had accosted on the shore of Nislynn. Some Elves were already waiting for them as if they had known they were coming. They greeted Celeborn first since they had already met him. Galadriel was the next. She was a legend in the elven community. The sorceress was well known. Elrond was also warmly greeted. Most of them knew him from a time or another, while the great battle against Mordor 3000 years before or on vacation spent in Rivendell. Just like Galadriel, he was also a legend for he was one of the three bearers of rings of power.
The small group of Elves had lead them to the city of silver and mithril. Everything was splendid. Every eyes followed them. They were the last to cross the ocean. The Elves were quite surprised when they saw two Hobbits walk with them. As for Gandalf, they were quite pleased to see him. Most of them had met Mithrandir at a time or another.
There had been a great party thrown for their arrival. Everyone had fun, even Bilbo who was starting to get too old for all this. Each of them had been given a welcome gift. Willow was smiling widely when a little girl slipped a mithril bracelet around her wrist... a little girl that could be older than her.
She was happy on Nislynn. She loved the island and couldn't tire of exploring it with Legolas watching over her shoulder. But something was bothering her.
Since their arrival, Willow had a weird feeling. The hair on the back of her neck would stand up. She was sure that someone was watching her. She didn't know who or what, but she could definitly feel it. The feeling would disappear for a couple of hours, then would come back to bother her.
She sighed and leaned against the border of the balcony. "I just wish I knew who was down there." She smiled when she felt two strong arms encircle her waist.
Legolas kissed the redhead's neck then bite it gently, smirking when she gasped. "Come with me," he whispered. He pulled her inside the room, her body willingly being guided. The blond Elf closed the double doors and led the unresisting flushed body of the witch to the bed.
It was the birds singing that awoken Willow the next morning. She stretched in the bed, smiling softly, remembering the events of the night before. Legolas was already out of their bedroom and she pouted. [Well, so much for waking him up with a *surprise*.]
Taking her sweet time, she got out of bed and washed her face with the fresh cold water in the bowl on the bed table. Something green caught her eyes and they widened. On the chair was a beautiful light green dress. Next to it was a piece of paper and Willow imediatly recognize Legolas' writting.
Wear Me
The redhead giggled and carefully picked it up. Her breath caught when she looked at herself in the mirror. Never had she wore something this beautiful. It looked perfect on her, matching the green of her eyes and her long red hair. "Thanks, Legolas," she whispered. "I'll have to thank you properly tonight."
The witch almost ran to the door and she nearly killed Frodo when *jumping* down the stairs. "Sorry!" she yelled back at the surprised Hobbit. She bursted in the living room, making Elrond startle and spill his tea on himself. He glared at her when she laughed out loud. Galadriel hide her smile behind her hand.
Haldir and Legolas came in at the moment a squealing redhead ran by them with Elrond close on her tail. Haldir turned toward the stunned Elf. "Is it me or did we just saw the Lord of Rivendell *run* after your mate?"
Legolas nodded. "Yes. Lets go to information central, shall we?" He pulled Haldir behind him and crossed the living room to Celeborn and Galadriel playing checks. "Did we miss something?"
Celeborn snorted. "Willow came running in and startled Elrond. He spilled his tea on himself." Finally, the sorceress gave up and bursted out laughing. Her mate lifted an eyebrow at her then looked at the two male Elves beside him. "I think she found it funny." Legolas rolled is eyes then took off to find his little redhead.
While passing by the entrance to the garden, a hand suddenly shot out of the rock wall and grabbed him. "Come here," someone said at his side. He was pushed on the wall and he looked down at the grinning witch. "Hum, what shall I do with my prisoner?" She pulled his head down and kissed him hard. "That was for the dress," she whispered. She put her hand behind his neck and pulled him to her lips again.
After several minutes, Legolas broke the kiss and breathed. "What was that one for?" he asked huskily.
Light played in her green eyes. "Being mine," she answered. Smiling, the blond Elf bent down and took her lips again.
* * *
Elrond sighed and rubbed his nose, a move that brought back the memory of a librarian she had considered her father for many years. "Willow, you worry too much."
"I. Don't. Like. It." The redhead crossed her arms over her chest and pouted while glaring at the older Elf. "You're all telling me it's nothing, but I know my senses are not going crazy. I can *feel* someone watching me." The feeling had not disappeared. It was still there and driving her crazy.
"Willow, there is nothing in the woods except birds, some animals and the occasional Elves going in for a walk. Maybe you're just nervous because it's a new environnment for you."
The redhead closed her eyes and screamed in rage. "Fine," she hissed. She stomped out of the room and went to the main entrance of the enormous mansion.
She met Haldir on her way out and he quickly got out of her path. He knew not to be in her way when she was furious. Legolas had once told him a story when a servant had kissed him at his father's house and suddenly, a chair had slammed in the wall just beside them. The redhead was too far away to have been able to throw it that far, but he had seen the look she gave the servant. Her eyes were pitch black and he had known it was her magical power doing it. Seeing the redhead get out of the mansion, he ran up the stairs in search of Legolas. He bursted in his and the witch's room.
Legolas looked up and frowned when he saw the look on Haldir's face. "What is it?"
"Willow's on the war path."
He jumped out of his chair and ran downstairs. "What happened?"
"I don't know. I came in and I saw her stomping out the living room. Her eyes weren't green, if you know what I mean."
Legolas fists clenched. "Elrond!" he roared. He came in the living room and walked straight to the older Elf. "What did you tell Willow? You almost had your head ripped off, by what Haldir told me."
"I told her that there was nothing watching her. It might be just her imagination. Why? Where is she?"
The blond Elf cursed loudly, causing the other men to look at him in surprise. "She's in the woods. She won't come back until she finds the truth. I'm going after her."
At the same time, not too far away from the mansion, a small form with red hair was walking in the forest, talking to herself. "What does he know? He's never been on this island before. And it's not him who's being watched constantly. I'll show him who's right. His ego is going to take it," she muttered.
Willow was determinated to fing out what was watching her. "It is *not* a fragment of my imagination, damn it!" She jumped over a roots and fell down gracefully on her feet. She sighed and looked at the sky. The moon was already high.
Suddenly, she gasped as cold metal touched her neck. She stopped moving. Her hair at the base of her neck stood up and she knew it was *him*. "Who are you?"
"An Elf that everyone forgot about."
"Could you please get your sword away from under my chin? It's cold and I don't like to be threaten. It piss me off and you don't want to see me that way, believe me." She grinned evilly. Even if she couldn't see her attacker, she knew he could see her grin. Just the look on her face meant not to mess with her or fear for your life.
"Not yet. Elves are deadly creatures when what they care for has been killed."
"Uh?"
"I gave this ring to my daughter of five years old seven years ago. The only way for you to have it would have been to kill her. Now, could you please tell me who you are before I slit your throat as an act of vengence for my daughter?"
Willow gasped. "The lone Elf," she whispered.