Here we are again with another chappy. This one's gagarific sweet… so ready your toothbrushes 'cause you're getting cavities.
Lord of the Ring's doesn't belong to us.
Chapter 6
Legolas and Elyssa had decided to walk from the hall to Silver Ridge. A silence had descended. They were taking pleasure in their time with each other without ruining the moment with words. They soon came to a large gate.
"We're going to have to go over this," Elyssa said regretting her choice of footwear.
"That's no problem." Legolas quickly scaled the gate and dropped lightly to the ground on the other side. He stood there, waiting for her. She didn't move. "Come now, Elyssa," he grinned, "I'll catch you."
"Alright," she said, her voice faltering. Hesitantly, she climbed the gate using the intricate patters of the holes as footholds. At the top she looked down, it seemed higher than she had expected. She laughed nervously, "Here I come…"
Legolas stretched his arms out, "Ready, My Lady." Elyssa looked down at the waiting arms and jumped but was suddenly snapped back. Startled, she looked down and noticed that her dress was caught. Legolas looked up at her, worried, "Is there something the matter?"
"Yeah," she said, struggling with the material, "It's my dress. It's stu—" She was interrupted when a loud ripping sound filled their ears. Elyssa found herself falling into the unprepared arms of Legolas, who still managed to catcher her. Her weight, however, pulled them to the ground. The two found themselves sprawled on the grass, the elf on top of the frightened girl. Propping himself on one elbow, Legolas found himself looking anxiously into her face.
Elyssa's breathing shortened. She found herself in a very precarious position and she couldn't say that she didn't enjoy it. With his free arm, Legolas found himself stroking Elyssa's cheek gently. Her eyes were drawn to his lips as they moved to ask if she was alright. Unable to restrain herself any longer, she lifted her face up toward his.
"What are you doing here?" a voice called from the near distance. A light was shined directly in Legolas' face.
Shading her eyes, Elyssa tried to see who the owner of the voice was. "Courtney?" Elyssa asked, eyes wide. Courtney turned off the large flashlight as the pair scrambled to their feet, "We should ask you the same question." She quickly inspected the damage done to her dress and was relieved to find that it tore only near the fringes.
"I live here," Courtney supplied.
"You live here? In this forty acre area?"
"Yes," she stated simply.
It was then that Elyssa noticed Courtney's pyjamas, adorned with small dancing carrots. Looking passed her she also noticed a telescope and a stack of astronomy magazines. On the ground, a blanket was spread; a plate of Oreo cookies and a glass of milk lay on top. Courtney followed her gaze.
Turning back to them, she said meekly, "I get lonely sometimes… and the stars are my only friends..."
Elyssa raised an eyebrow, "I see… well, we've gotta be going now."
"Wait! Where ya goin'?"
"Silver Ridge."
"Can I come, too?"
"No."
"But I know a shortcut!" Courtney exclaimed.
Elyssa reconsidered. "Oh… fine."
The three made their way to the foot of the ridge. Courtney, feeling the need to be chatty, had filled the quiet euphoria with her nasal voice.
"That wasn't much of a shortcut," Elyssa observed, "It took us half an hour and when we left, it looked like we were only ten minutes away."
"Oh. You wanted me to take you on the shortcut?"
Elyssa's eyes darkened. "Go home," she pointed to the direction they had come from.
"But…"
"Go home, now."
Courtney's bottom lip quivered, "Fine." She turned swiftly around and, sniffling, she trudged away.
* * *
The two had finally made it to the top of the ridge. Legolas took in his surroundings, "It's beautiful here."
"Yeah…"
On one side, in the far distance, the city skyline could be seen. On the other, nature seemed to stretch out forever. They stood there in silence until a faint melody could be heard wafting to them with the wind. In the back of her mind, Elyssa vaguely recognized it as a flute. She closed her eyes listening to the gentle lull until finally it stopped. Legolas turned to her. Their time together was nearing its end.
* * *
Courtney pointed her telescope to Silver Ridge. She peered into the lens and watched as Legolas walked to the very edge. The two remained still for a moment before Legolas turned around to look at Elyssa.
She grinned wickedly, "Ooh, better than T.V." Moving away from the telescope, she grabbed an Oreo cookie, "Gotta get this just right." Twisting it apart, she dipped each piece in milk eating greedily. She peered back into the lens, she was going to enjoy this…
"Hey… where'd Legolas go?"
* * *
Legolas stood on top of Silver Ridge, facing Elyssa. His mouth opened as he began to emulate the melody he had heard. He sang it for her. Looking into her eyes, he noticed pain. She seemed to be holding back tears, and somehow, looking into her eyes now seemed harder to bear than if she were crying. He smiled tenderly at this strong girl and the melody faded into the wind. Slowly, he enfolded her in his arms savoring her feel. One hand rested on the small of her back, the other entangled in her hair. Her hands clutched at his shirt and her face pressed against his chest.
"Thank you," he whispered.
Elyssa looked up at Legolas then. She began to see the rays of moonlight glitter through him. His hand shifted to the side of her face, cupping it gently. She leaned into the touch. She could barely feel him now; he was fading away. She closed her eyes as his head tilted down. His lips brushed her forehead and then, just like that, he was gone.
She stared blankly into the space he had once occupied. She wondered if she had just made it all up, if this was simply her mind running ramped with imagination. Suddenly, Elyssa felt very tired. She sat down on the soft grass hugging her knees and looking up to the stars. She saw one of them twinkle at her again, mockingly. She was being silly again. She knew he had come, the strong emotions bubbling inside her told her it was true. Tears trickled down her face freely now, she no longer felt the need to hold them back.
* * *
Haurion let the flute drop from his lips. He watched as Elyssa slipped to the ground and sighed. He hiked up the ridge and placed a small hand on the girl's shoulder. She looked up, evidence of her pain streaking her face.
"I never even told him," she whispered hoarsely.
"Never told him what?" Haurion asked.
"That I loved him…"
* * *
The End
Ah just kidding. Scared you, didn't I? Don't worry. There'll be another instalment tomorrow, if not sooner. We're nearly done… and feel really sad. It's going to be over so soon… As for chapter 4, we're sorry for any mistakes or stereotypical implications we may have had. We should have done our research on that one! Ah nuts. And to KinDoragon, we'd love for you to email us with your comments and suggestions [erikapalad@hotmail.com if you didn't already know it]. After all, what's the point of posting your work if you don't learn from your, hopefully, avid readers. ^_~ Well, how'd we do for this chappy? Comments and reviews are always appreciated!
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