author: Jetty
title: The Missing Girl
Chapter Thirteen: It isn't easy to wake up
AN: I'll make this short and simple. I write for myself, not anyone else. You are entitled to you're opinions and they do not bother me. I will not apologise for following my own mind to satisfy another person. If this story is bothering you, why do you continue to read it? To those of you who enjoy it thank you for the kind words.
Legolas awoke to the gentle clink of metal against ceramic. He felt slowly around for Nendili until he realized his head was laying against her stomach. Suddenly the clinking stopped and a hand reached beneath the twisted blankets to retrieve him from beneath them.
"Morning." Nendili said, the darkness nearly faded from her vibrant eyes.
"Morning?" Legolas asked looking out the window. "I can't believe I slept all night..."
"Actually," Nendili interupted "You slept for two nights, as did I."
Legolas was about to say something else when his stomach growled terribly.
"You haven't eaten in days, here..." she took a bowl of porridge from her end table and, without shaking, sat it in his hands.
"But, this is yours, Surely you must be..." and then she smiled and showed him the three empty bowls that were on the tray.
"Oh."
Legolas ate the entire thing and ordered up four more. When he had finished he lay back relaxed against his companion.
"Nendili?" he asked her as she gently ran her fingers through his long blonde locks of hair.
"Yes Legolas?"
"Why were you so concerned with my health?"
Nendili's hand fell to her side. Although Legolas could not see it, a flush creeped across her face. After some quickly put together thoughts Nendili answered him in a question.
"Would you have not been the same if it were I?"
"Yes, but..."
"hauta-Legolas! I care for you... Laiqualassë, melane meletyalda..."
"No!!! Never call me that!" Legolas turned around to face Nendili, grabbing her wrists firmly. "You mean so much more than that. My bloodline means nothing!" he was stroking her face lightly now, tracing her defined jawline and lips. A single tear fell from Nendili's eyes.
"But truly, you are Meletyalda. And what when this is all over??? You will go back to your palace and Gandalf will send me back to- to..."
A fierce reality fell upon Nendili in waves. She couldn't remember from where she had come. She couldn't remember any of it. The last thing she remembered was waking up with Legolas on the forest floor. His heartbeat soothing her as he carried her shaken body. Sobs were tearing at her now. Legolas was holding her tightly against him as if she might die.
"Shhh love, shhh... Do not fear what will happen. I will always keep you safe from the terrors of this world, and whatever one you fell from. I caught you then, and I will always catch you. Do not fear falling." Legolas softly kissed her shoulder and neck, His hands massaging her back, relieving the tension that had been building for weeks. Her crying subsided but quiet moans still parted her lips as he continued his path up her neck and chin and cheek and her nose. He looked into her eyes deeply and then heard a knock. Nendili cursed aloud, causing Legolas to smile. Reluctantly, he got up and walked to the door. If only this intruder had stayed away, he may have shown Nendili just how much he loved her.
"Ah, Gandalf." Legolas said, opening the door to allow the wizard's entrance.
"Good Morning Legolas...Nendili." he smiled at her and walked toward the bed. He sat on the edge of it and held her face in his hand, tilting it from side to side.
"The Restoritive seems to have worked, you look as lovely as ever milady!" he exclaimed, causing Nendili to blush. Gandalf chuckled at her reaction and stood.
"And now for some less heartening news..." Legolas's head snapped up.
"We leave tommorow." Gandalf turned and left the room, closing the door behind him. Legolas walked back to it and locked it, although he did not feel much like carrying out his plans. He walked back over to the bed and sat down with his back to Nendili, his head in his hands. It was true that he enjoyed a good adventure, but he'd never felt as vulnerable as he did now. Not only was he putting his own life in the hands of fate, but also Nendili's. He heard Nendili sigh unhappily and then he felt her warm arms encircling him from behind. Her chin was resting on his shoulder, the long tresses of Onyx hair flowing over his bare chest. She kissed his neck softly, enhaling his scent. He turned his head and captured her lips with his own. She easily relented to his tongue allowing it to mingle with her own. He carefully turned around in her arms, laying her down on the sheets and devouring her mouth. His lips pulsed over her throat, causing her to moan. One of her hands was in his hair, the other pressed firmly against his chest. She felt so beautiful and peaceful when she was in his arms like that. He looked deeply into her eyes and she felt the sting of tears against her raw cheeks, and then his delicate kisses on her eyelids, quietly begging her to stop crying. She kissed his cheek as he pulled her up into his lap. They sat there for a few minutes, Legolas gently rocking her against his chest, his heartbeat again calming her tattered nerves. He wasn't the only one who was scared. A bell rang nine times in the courtyard and Legolas groaned. It was time for the trial.
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title: The Missing Girl
Chapter Thirteen: It isn't easy to wake up
AN: I'll make this short and simple. I write for myself, not anyone else. You are entitled to you're opinions and they do not bother me. I will not apologise for following my own mind to satisfy another person. If this story is bothering you, why do you continue to read it? To those of you who enjoy it thank you for the kind words.
Legolas awoke to the gentle clink of metal against ceramic. He felt slowly around for Nendili until he realized his head was laying against her stomach. Suddenly the clinking stopped and a hand reached beneath the twisted blankets to retrieve him from beneath them.
"Morning." Nendili said, the darkness nearly faded from her vibrant eyes.
"Morning?" Legolas asked looking out the window. "I can't believe I slept all night..."
"Actually," Nendili interupted "You slept for two nights, as did I."
Legolas was about to say something else when his stomach growled terribly.
"You haven't eaten in days, here..." she took a bowl of porridge from her end table and, without shaking, sat it in his hands.
"But, this is yours, Surely you must be..." and then she smiled and showed him the three empty bowls that were on the tray.
"Oh."
Legolas ate the entire thing and ordered up four more. When he had finished he lay back relaxed against his companion.
"Nendili?" he asked her as she gently ran her fingers through his long blonde locks of hair.
"Yes Legolas?"
"Why were you so concerned with my health?"
Nendili's hand fell to her side. Although Legolas could not see it, a flush creeped across her face. After some quickly put together thoughts Nendili answered him in a question.
"Would you have not been the same if it were I?"
"Yes, but..."
"hauta-Legolas! I care for you... Laiqualassë, melane meletyalda..."
"No!!! Never call me that!" Legolas turned around to face Nendili, grabbing her wrists firmly. "You mean so much more than that. My bloodline means nothing!" he was stroking her face lightly now, tracing her defined jawline and lips. A single tear fell from Nendili's eyes.
"But truly, you are Meletyalda. And what when this is all over??? You will go back to your palace and Gandalf will send me back to- to..."
A fierce reality fell upon Nendili in waves. She couldn't remember from where she had come. She couldn't remember any of it. The last thing she remembered was waking up with Legolas on the forest floor. His heartbeat soothing her as he carried her shaken body. Sobs were tearing at her now. Legolas was holding her tightly against him as if she might die.
"Shhh love, shhh... Do not fear what will happen. I will always keep you safe from the terrors of this world, and whatever one you fell from. I caught you then, and I will always catch you. Do not fear falling." Legolas softly kissed her shoulder and neck, His hands massaging her back, relieving the tension that had been building for weeks. Her crying subsided but quiet moans still parted her lips as he continued his path up her neck and chin and cheek and her nose. He looked into her eyes deeply and then heard a knock. Nendili cursed aloud, causing Legolas to smile. Reluctantly, he got up and walked to the door. If only this intruder had stayed away, he may have shown Nendili just how much he loved her.
"Ah, Gandalf." Legolas said, opening the door to allow the wizard's entrance.
"Good Morning Legolas...Nendili." he smiled at her and walked toward the bed. He sat on the edge of it and held her face in his hand, tilting it from side to side.
"The Restoritive seems to have worked, you look as lovely as ever milady!" he exclaimed, causing Nendili to blush. Gandalf chuckled at her reaction and stood.
"And now for some less heartening news..." Legolas's head snapped up.
"We leave tommorow." Gandalf turned and left the room, closing the door behind him. Legolas walked back to it and locked it, although he did not feel much like carrying out his plans. He walked back over to the bed and sat down with his back to Nendili, his head in his hands. It was true that he enjoyed a good adventure, but he'd never felt as vulnerable as he did now. Not only was he putting his own life in the hands of fate, but also Nendili's. He heard Nendili sigh unhappily and then he felt her warm arms encircling him from behind. Her chin was resting on his shoulder, the long tresses of Onyx hair flowing over his bare chest. She kissed his neck softly, enhaling his scent. He turned his head and captured her lips with his own. She easily relented to his tongue allowing it to mingle with her own. He carefully turned around in her arms, laying her down on the sheets and devouring her mouth. His lips pulsed over her throat, causing her to moan. One of her hands was in his hair, the other pressed firmly against his chest. She felt so beautiful and peaceful when she was in his arms like that. He looked deeply into her eyes and she felt the sting of tears against her raw cheeks, and then his delicate kisses on her eyelids, quietly begging her to stop crying. She kissed his cheek as he pulled her up into his lap. They sat there for a few minutes, Legolas gently rocking her against his chest, his heartbeat again calming her tattered nerves. He wasn't the only one who was scared. A bell rang nine times in the courtyard and Legolas groaned. It was time for the trial.
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