Legolas quaked as she bent against him. Never before did he feel a woman fall upon him. He lifted his hand and placed it over the back of her shorted hair. Anger welled within him, this act, he was sure came about during the battle to which she was felled, for unnatural was it for a female regardless of race to not have lengthy hair in this Kingdom or any other. But never would he inquire. He cradled her ever so closely, such tone was called forth on this hour of sorrow.
"Being Elf kind will not be so different." Cooed Legolas as he lowered his head to hers.
"For that you will see all in time due."
"Mayhaps I do not wish to wait for time to mame such feelings-Legolas, Elven Prince." Her voice shivered and spurt with haste.
"Mayhaps my heart yearns to be my Father's daughter once more."
Legolas remained silent as she sobbed into his bound tunic. Was being of his kind so horrible that tears should be spilled over the wood? Her threaded words stung him ever so. His heart did pine for her loss, but his self pride with held him from pining all to near.
"Fair one-Nall u, for one so dear should never have to suffer so. As long as aloud I shall linger in these whereabouts. On my honor I will tend to what may to dry such tears of anguish. All in hope of brining a vibrant touch to such stained flesh once more." He lifted his hand beneath her chin as to make her greet his luzal eyes.
"You shall always be your Father's daughter, no matter your appearance."
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"What do you believe he is doing to the lass?" Cried Gimli eyeing the two between the legs of the Earth bound King.
"Assisting, friend Gimli," said Aragorn grinning, hand grasping the hilt of his sword mindlessly.
"Assisting! It seems as if he wishes to court her rather than help her!" Scoffed the Dwarf moving about Aragorn.
"Never once did Legolas assist us in such a manner."
Aragorn laughed deeply glancing down onto his companion. "And to that I thank the stars, and as should you."
To rest they went. Dreams came swiftly after countless hours of words. Legolas, Elvish woman in hand, rested his head. For one he had only known for such a short night, he felt as if he had known her for all his lifetimes. Not one subject left untouched, not one hope left unlit. As the way it should be. He dreamt on. Images of peace filtered through, thoughts of love ignited. Out of hardship came so much glee, although brief it was well accepted.
"Being Elf kind will not be so different." Cooed Legolas as he lowered his head to hers.
"For that you will see all in time due."
"Mayhaps I do not wish to wait for time to mame such feelings-Legolas, Elven Prince." Her voice shivered and spurt with haste.
"Mayhaps my heart yearns to be my Father's daughter once more."
Legolas remained silent as she sobbed into his bound tunic. Was being of his kind so horrible that tears should be spilled over the wood? Her threaded words stung him ever so. His heart did pine for her loss, but his self pride with held him from pining all to near.
"Fair one-Nall u, for one so dear should never have to suffer so. As long as aloud I shall linger in these whereabouts. On my honor I will tend to what may to dry such tears of anguish. All in hope of brining a vibrant touch to such stained flesh once more." He lifted his hand beneath her chin as to make her greet his luzal eyes.
"You shall always be your Father's daughter, no matter your appearance."
----
"What do you believe he is doing to the lass?" Cried Gimli eyeing the two between the legs of the Earth bound King.
"Assisting, friend Gimli," said Aragorn grinning, hand grasping the hilt of his sword mindlessly.
"Assisting! It seems as if he wishes to court her rather than help her!" Scoffed the Dwarf moving about Aragorn.
"Never once did Legolas assist us in such a manner."
Aragorn laughed deeply glancing down onto his companion. "And to that I thank the stars, and as should you."
To rest they went. Dreams came swiftly after countless hours of words. Legolas, Elvish woman in hand, rested his head. For one he had only known for such a short night, he felt as if he had known her for all his lifetimes. Not one subject left untouched, not one hope left unlit. As the way it should be. He dreamt on. Images of peace filtered through, thoughts of love ignited. Out of hardship came so much glee, although brief it was well accepted.