author: Jetty
title: The Missing Girl
Chapter Twelve: lórë
"Coiva Melda, Coiva..." the voice was sweet to Legolas as water and he drank it in. He did not know how long he had floated in the abyss of unconciousness but he willed himself to wake.
"Hwesta Coiva Melda, Legolas." he opened his eyes slowly, blinking away blurred light. He shut them back against that light but when he opened them again he was shielded from it by a shadow. But it was not a shadow, it was someone's face.
"Quilde Legolas." the lips parted and the words softly spilt from them. Legolas strained to sit up and was immediatly braced by a small hand against his back. He sat up against the pillows at the headboard. Someone had closed the drapes against the windows in his room. He looked at the face again and as his eyes focused he realised it was Nendili. There were dark half circles beneath her blue eyes and her hair was dissheveled. The hand that held his was clammy and pale. He lightly brushed the palm of her hand with his fingers, causing Nendili to sigh. She stood up from her chair and embraced him, sobbing against his hot neck. Cool tears hitting it and causing him to shiver slightly. He pulled his arms up around her and held her tightly against him.
"I was so worried, you hit the ground so hard and then-" Nendili sobbed loudly.
"Quilde Nendili." he interupted, stroking her hair.
"Nendili. Prince Legolas is awake now, you should go and rest. I fear you yourself are in a worse predicament then the Prince. You will see him later, do not worry."
it was Aragorn. Nendili released the firm grasp around Legolas and smiled softly at him through her tears.
"I'll be back Legolas." she promised, squeezing his hand and walking slowly to the door. She paused to lean against the wall as though she were too exhausted to go on.
"Should i walk you..."
"No, Aragorn, I'm fine." Nendili answered. She took a deep breath and then left the room.
"Aragorn what happend???" Legolas asked as soon as her slow, retreating footsteps disappeared.
"I can only tell you what I have been told." Aragorn answered, looking not at Legolas but past him at the intricate molding on the wall. Legolas nodded and Aragorn continued.
"Nendili was confronted by the talent Calaquendi in the alley where you were all found. He tried to force himself upon her and she refused him. When she refused him, he prepared to kill her. That's where you came in and knocked the sword from his hand. However, being a talent, he had one hand up, on you. He struck you with a powerful spell, rendering you unconcious. Nendili in turn, cast a very powerful spell at him, knocking him unconcious, but not permanently damaging him. The spell was very complicated, and took much of her strength. She picked up his sword and prepared to run him through with it when Gandalf and Helca arrived. The guards took Calaquendi to a cell and were going to take Nendili too but Gandalf insisted she come with him. She was so weakened from the spell she nearly fell asleep as Gandalf and the guards argued. Gandalf brought you and her here and she has not left your side since. She has not eaten, she has not slept." Aragorn stopped and looked at Legolas, he was staring at the ornate quilt beneath his hands.
"How long has it been?"
"Nearly two days."
"You did not make her eat?"
"She refused."
Legolas fell silent. Why would Nendili be so worried about him? He realized now just how dark and sunken in her eyes had seemed, how tears had clouded her vision as she leaned against the wall of the room. She had been in terrible pain.
Legolas quickly got out of bed and pulled an emerald green robe out of his wardrobe. Aragorn did not question him as he walked out the door. Legolas walked quickly down the corridor and entered a room to his right. Nendili was walking softly over to her bed, a bowl of fruit in her trembling hand. He could feel what was about to happen and rushed into the room. Sure enough, the bowl fell from her weak grasp and shattered against the floor. Legolas grabbed Nendili and set her upon the bed. She was crying and cursing at the same time, muffled English and Elvish blending with sobs. Her bare feet were bleeding from the glass and Legolas quickly grabbed a damp cloth that set in a bowl on her end table. He lay it over the cuts and pressed firmly stopping the bleeding. He looked up at her pale face and was saddend to see that she would not look at him. Tears were tracing their way down her cheeks, falling from her lashes. He reached up and held her face in his palm. She looked down at the white cloth, it was slowly becoming scarlet.
"Irima, Melima, look at me..." Legolas said, brushing the hair from out of her eyes. Nendili sat silently as if in deep thought.
"I do not wish you to be this way. you act as if you've done something wrong... You've done nothing wrong Melwa..." she looked up at him silently with an ere of confusion.
"What does it mean?" she asked, her voice strangled like water through an old rusted pipe.
"What?"
"Those words... I do not recognise them..." she explained, taking the cloths from her feet and putting them into the water. She lay then with her back braced against the soft pillows on her bed. Legolas lay down next to her, propping his head upon his hand, and draping the other arm across her stomach lazily.
"Irima, desirable. Melima, fair. Melwa..." Legolas paused and looked deeply into her eyes. "Lovely." he gently kissed her chaft lips, barely sliding his tongue into her mouth. She felt a shudder run through her body at his delicate touch. He kissed her as if she were made of thin porceline, he touched her hair as though it were a fine silk, he tilted her head slightly, delving slowly deeper into that sweet mouth. He tasted like chocolate and peppermints, and wine. Nendili realized she was holding tightly to the front of his robe and slackened the death grip. She was so tired, but this felt so good, so different than anything she'd felt before, she hung on to the memories that were already forming in her mind, his touch, smell, taste... But suddenly he had stopped and was looking at her intently.
"You are tired Nendili, you need your rest. I will stay here with you if you wish." she nodded silently at him. Legolas gently picked her up and lay her beneath the covers of the bed. He then climbed into bed beside her. She sighed as he slid up against her, his warmth radiating against her, his soft breathing falling into sink with her own. Within seconds they were both captured by sleep, dreaming things they would never remember, but dreaming blissfully nontheless.
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End chapter 11
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title: The Missing Girl
Chapter Twelve: lórë
"Coiva Melda, Coiva..." the voice was sweet to Legolas as water and he drank it in. He did not know how long he had floated in the abyss of unconciousness but he willed himself to wake.
"Hwesta Coiva Melda, Legolas." he opened his eyes slowly, blinking away blurred light. He shut them back against that light but when he opened them again he was shielded from it by a shadow. But it was not a shadow, it was someone's face.
"Quilde Legolas." the lips parted and the words softly spilt from them. Legolas strained to sit up and was immediatly braced by a small hand against his back. He sat up against the pillows at the headboard. Someone had closed the drapes against the windows in his room. He looked at the face again and as his eyes focused he realised it was Nendili. There were dark half circles beneath her blue eyes and her hair was dissheveled. The hand that held his was clammy and pale. He lightly brushed the palm of her hand with his fingers, causing Nendili to sigh. She stood up from her chair and embraced him, sobbing against his hot neck. Cool tears hitting it and causing him to shiver slightly. He pulled his arms up around her and held her tightly against him.
"I was so worried, you hit the ground so hard and then-" Nendili sobbed loudly.
"Quilde Nendili." he interupted, stroking her hair.
"Nendili. Prince Legolas is awake now, you should go and rest. I fear you yourself are in a worse predicament then the Prince. You will see him later, do not worry."
it was Aragorn. Nendili released the firm grasp around Legolas and smiled softly at him through her tears.
"I'll be back Legolas." she promised, squeezing his hand and walking slowly to the door. She paused to lean against the wall as though she were too exhausted to go on.
"Should i walk you..."
"No, Aragorn, I'm fine." Nendili answered. She took a deep breath and then left the room.
"Aragorn what happend???" Legolas asked as soon as her slow, retreating footsteps disappeared.
"I can only tell you what I have been told." Aragorn answered, looking not at Legolas but past him at the intricate molding on the wall. Legolas nodded and Aragorn continued.
"Nendili was confronted by the talent Calaquendi in the alley where you were all found. He tried to force himself upon her and she refused him. When she refused him, he prepared to kill her. That's where you came in and knocked the sword from his hand. However, being a talent, he had one hand up, on you. He struck you with a powerful spell, rendering you unconcious. Nendili in turn, cast a very powerful spell at him, knocking him unconcious, but not permanently damaging him. The spell was very complicated, and took much of her strength. She picked up his sword and prepared to run him through with it when Gandalf and Helca arrived. The guards took Calaquendi to a cell and were going to take Nendili too but Gandalf insisted she come with him. She was so weakened from the spell she nearly fell asleep as Gandalf and the guards argued. Gandalf brought you and her here and she has not left your side since. She has not eaten, she has not slept." Aragorn stopped and looked at Legolas, he was staring at the ornate quilt beneath his hands.
"How long has it been?"
"Nearly two days."
"You did not make her eat?"
"She refused."
Legolas fell silent. Why would Nendili be so worried about him? He realized now just how dark and sunken in her eyes had seemed, how tears had clouded her vision as she leaned against the wall of the room. She had been in terrible pain.
Legolas quickly got out of bed and pulled an emerald green robe out of his wardrobe. Aragorn did not question him as he walked out the door. Legolas walked quickly down the corridor and entered a room to his right. Nendili was walking softly over to her bed, a bowl of fruit in her trembling hand. He could feel what was about to happen and rushed into the room. Sure enough, the bowl fell from her weak grasp and shattered against the floor. Legolas grabbed Nendili and set her upon the bed. She was crying and cursing at the same time, muffled English and Elvish blending with sobs. Her bare feet were bleeding from the glass and Legolas quickly grabbed a damp cloth that set in a bowl on her end table. He lay it over the cuts and pressed firmly stopping the bleeding. He looked up at her pale face and was saddend to see that she would not look at him. Tears were tracing their way down her cheeks, falling from her lashes. He reached up and held her face in his palm. She looked down at the white cloth, it was slowly becoming scarlet.
"Irima, Melima, look at me..." Legolas said, brushing the hair from out of her eyes. Nendili sat silently as if in deep thought.
"I do not wish you to be this way. you act as if you've done something wrong... You've done nothing wrong Melwa..." she looked up at him silently with an ere of confusion.
"What does it mean?" she asked, her voice strangled like water through an old rusted pipe.
"What?"
"Those words... I do not recognise them..." she explained, taking the cloths from her feet and putting them into the water. She lay then with her back braced against the soft pillows on her bed. Legolas lay down next to her, propping his head upon his hand, and draping the other arm across her stomach lazily.
"Irima, desirable. Melima, fair. Melwa..." Legolas paused and looked deeply into her eyes. "Lovely." he gently kissed her chaft lips, barely sliding his tongue into her mouth. She felt a shudder run through her body at his delicate touch. He kissed her as if she were made of thin porceline, he touched her hair as though it were a fine silk, he tilted her head slightly, delving slowly deeper into that sweet mouth. He tasted like chocolate and peppermints, and wine. Nendili realized she was holding tightly to the front of his robe and slackened the death grip. She was so tired, but this felt so good, so different than anything she'd felt before, she hung on to the memories that were already forming in her mind, his touch, smell, taste... But suddenly he had stopped and was looking at her intently.
"You are tired Nendili, you need your rest. I will stay here with you if you wish." she nodded silently at him. Legolas gently picked her up and lay her beneath the covers of the bed. He then climbed into bed beside her. She sighed as he slid up against her, his warmth radiating against her, his soft breathing falling into sink with her own. Within seconds they were both captured by sleep, dreaming things they would never remember, but dreaming blissfully nontheless.
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End chapter 11
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xoxo
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