Legolas, still rather surprised at Lalwen's sudden out burst, awkwardly stroked her dark head
"Shh...don't cry," he murmured. He loved the feeling of her soft head on his shoulder, the warmth her breath issued into his chest. Just then, he noticed, for the first time, how much he cherished every time they touched, whether it was merely a meeting of hands, or a full embrace, like this. 'Do I love her?' he thought wildly, 'But I've only known her for two days!' he glanced down at her chestnut head leaned against his neck. On the part of Lalwen's face showing, that wasn't covered with her hair or his tunic, one green eyes could be seen. He watched a large tear, that was clinging to her long eyelashes, drip off and seep into his shirt. But he was sidetracking . . . he needed to keep on topic. What was she doing to him? Legolas gently half carried, half dragged Lalwen back to their bench, and set her down next to him. She seemed incoherent to what he was doing, or anything that was going on. She didn't move for several seconds after Legolas sat down, and for a brief moment, Legolas thought she had fallen asleep, until a rueful sigh issued from under her sheet of hair. Suddenly, Legolas had a revelation.
"Lalwen," Legolas mumbled, putting a soothing arm over her shoulder, "does it have something to do with you being from Himlot?"
No verbal answer came; only a meek nod. Legolas remained silent for a while, before Lalwen's previous words resurfaced in his mind....'Some of these abilities were very potent, for instance, the capability to control minds......'
"You were controlling my mind, weren't you?" he whispered, "you're one of those powerful Elves you spoke of, aren't you?"
Another mechanic nod. She was not looking at him, but rather the contrary. She had allowed her long, brown tresses to tumble over her shoulders, concealing her face and current expression. Legolas attempted to push a long strand of her hair out of her face, but, with her lightning fast reflexes, she caught his hand with her trembling one.
"Don't," was all she hissed, in a hoarse whisper. What did she mean, 'Don't'? Something wasn't right; Legolas could sense it. With his free hand, he, as gently as humanly possible, pulled her hair out of her face to see what she was hiding. As though she had been expecting this, Lalwen's hands shot up to provide the cover her hair had failed her.
"Lalwen," Legolas started, slightly confused, slightly exasperated, "what are you-..."
But before he could utter another word, Lalwen had jumped to her feet and was running as fast as her long legs could take her away from Legolas. For a moment he paused, unsure of what to do. Then, he found himself dashing after Lalwen. She ran to a tall door, and yanked the handle with her free hand, but to no effect. The door was locked. She cried out pathetically, and turned her head briefly. When she saw Legolas advancing on her, she admitted a whimper of distress, before turning on her heel and darting off again, into the dense woods. Legolas didn't follow. He was rather dismayed, for when Lalwen had turned her head, he was sure he had seen something glimmering on her face. A frightened scream shattered his thoughts. It was coming form the forest....
ya,ya... i know i said i was going to leave you guys at the other chapter for a while, but, hey! i'm such a good person!!! thanks again to those persons who reviewed!! i loooooovvvveee reviews!!!*hint* *hint*!!!!oo!! incase anyone saw i posted another story i would just like to say that i wrote that horrbile cheesy story a long time ago, and i was really bored so i posted it!!! KEEP UP THE REVIEWS!!!!heeheehee...LONG LIVE LEGGY!!!
"Shh...don't cry," he murmured. He loved the feeling of her soft head on his shoulder, the warmth her breath issued into his chest. Just then, he noticed, for the first time, how much he cherished every time they touched, whether it was merely a meeting of hands, or a full embrace, like this. 'Do I love her?' he thought wildly, 'But I've only known her for two days!' he glanced down at her chestnut head leaned against his neck. On the part of Lalwen's face showing, that wasn't covered with her hair or his tunic, one green eyes could be seen. He watched a large tear, that was clinging to her long eyelashes, drip off and seep into his shirt. But he was sidetracking . . . he needed to keep on topic. What was she doing to him? Legolas gently half carried, half dragged Lalwen back to their bench, and set her down next to him. She seemed incoherent to what he was doing, or anything that was going on. She didn't move for several seconds after Legolas sat down, and for a brief moment, Legolas thought she had fallen asleep, until a rueful sigh issued from under her sheet of hair. Suddenly, Legolas had a revelation.
"Lalwen," Legolas mumbled, putting a soothing arm over her shoulder, "does it have something to do with you being from Himlot?"
No verbal answer came; only a meek nod. Legolas remained silent for a while, before Lalwen's previous words resurfaced in his mind....'Some of these abilities were very potent, for instance, the capability to control minds......'
"You were controlling my mind, weren't you?" he whispered, "you're one of those powerful Elves you spoke of, aren't you?"
Another mechanic nod. She was not looking at him, but rather the contrary. She had allowed her long, brown tresses to tumble over her shoulders, concealing her face and current expression. Legolas attempted to push a long strand of her hair out of her face, but, with her lightning fast reflexes, she caught his hand with her trembling one.
"Don't," was all she hissed, in a hoarse whisper. What did she mean, 'Don't'? Something wasn't right; Legolas could sense it. With his free hand, he, as gently as humanly possible, pulled her hair out of her face to see what she was hiding. As though she had been expecting this, Lalwen's hands shot up to provide the cover her hair had failed her.
"Lalwen," Legolas started, slightly confused, slightly exasperated, "what are you-..."
But before he could utter another word, Lalwen had jumped to her feet and was running as fast as her long legs could take her away from Legolas. For a moment he paused, unsure of what to do. Then, he found himself dashing after Lalwen. She ran to a tall door, and yanked the handle with her free hand, but to no effect. The door was locked. She cried out pathetically, and turned her head briefly. When she saw Legolas advancing on her, she admitted a whimper of distress, before turning on her heel and darting off again, into the dense woods. Legolas didn't follow. He was rather dismayed, for when Lalwen had turned her head, he was sure he had seen something glimmering on her face. A frightened scream shattered his thoughts. It was coming form the forest....
ya,ya... i know i said i was going to leave you guys at the other chapter for a while, but, hey! i'm such a good person!!! thanks again to those persons who reviewed!! i loooooovvvveee reviews!!!*hint* *hint*!!!!oo!! incase anyone saw i posted another story i would just like to say that i wrote that horrbile cheesy story a long time ago, and i was really bored so i posted it!!! KEEP UP THE REVIEWS!!!!heeheehee...LONG LIVE LEGGY!!!