Okay, here is the lovely, pointless rambling from moi: there was a little thing in the last chapter, where the text said "Barrymore" instead of "Boromir". That was NOT me!!! that was my evil co-writer (who i actually have to thank for writing all my mushy love scenes for me...teehee....)!!! she thinks Boromir's name should be Barrymore, and i didn't noticed she'd vandalized my work until one of my GOOD (glares at N...) friends, Kelly, pointed it out to me!!! so now i ask of my faithful readers to e mail her at artze_chick53@hotmail.com and tell her to 'eat blue bananas'... believe me, she'll get it....*cackles*....
Legolas immediately, leap form his concealment to Lalwen. Her eyes were closed; she'd been knocked out.
"Legolas!" hissed Aragorn, "Hide! Quick!" Legolas dragged Lalwen back to his bush, curled up with her in his embrace, and stilled. The screeches of many birds, soaring above them, reached Legolas' ears. He held Lalwen tighter to his chest. He glanced down at her face, and saw a trickle of blood dripping down from under her hair, and a large bruise forming on her cheek. He lightly kissed the bruise, and nestled Lalwen's limp head under his chin. They waited.
"Spies of Saruman! Our passage South has been watched! We must take the Pass of Carahdras!" announced Gandalf, as the birds flew off into the distance.
"Legolas," impeded Aragorn, "What has happened to Lalwen?"
Legolas walked over, Lalwen's slack form in his arms.
"Unconscious, and injured." replied Legolas, gesturing to the flaws on Lalwen's vacant face.
Aragorn's brow furrowed, as he nimbly touched the blood on Lalwen's face. Her eyebrow twitched slightly.
"We should heal her cuts, then we should be on our way." directed Gandalf.
Legolas set Lalwen down on the ground. Aragorn handed the Elf a small pouch, which Legolas took, and opened. He drew out a pinch of powder. Athelas. Legolas rubbed it between his long fingers for a moment, the daubed the powder on Lalwen's cut. Then, he sat back on his heels, and waited. Minutes passed in silence. Then, a feeble moan issued from Lalwen. She raised one, fatigued hand to her head, and opened her bright green eyes groggily. At first, Lalwen didn't seem to know where she was, that is, until her eyes fell on Legolas. She smiled weakly, and sat up.
"Wha' happened?" she muttered thickly, rubbing her head.
"You took a nasty fall..." answered Pippin, gazing at her timidly, as if he thought she was too fragile to touch. Lalwen was silent for a moment, then attempted to stand up. Her legs quivered uncontrollably briefly, then she collapsed to her knees. Legolas dropped next to her.
"Are you all right?' he whispered. She didn't answer for a minute.
"I'm....kinda'......dizzzzzz...y....." she fought out, then fell, again, face down in the dust. Aragorn placed a finger on her neck.
"She's all right." he murmured, "But we cannot linger! We uphold her until she is well enough to walk."
Legolas stood, bent double, and scooped up Lalwen's flaccid body securely in his strong arms. No one said anything. Soon, they were packed and on their way. Legolas gazed down at Lalwen. Her face was pale, and absent, like she had looked like on the tree's bough in Rivendell. A grotesque, purple bruise had surfaced on her thin cheek, marring her beautifully, flawless face.
After traveling for several more, straight hours, they stopped to eat and sleep. Lalwen had regained consciousness, but was still very frail. Legolas never left her side, helping her eat and move. After an hour's worth of talking amongst the group, Lalwen's already drained energy shut off completely. Her eyelids drooped, and her shoulders slumped.
"Do you want to go to bed?" Legolas whispered in her ear. She nodded sleepily. He helped her to her feet, and dragged her to her spot. Legolas lightly laid Lalwen down, and pulled her blanket over her. She smiled up at him, her eyes blurred with sleep. Legolas bent his head down so his nose just barely grazed Lalwen's.
"Melánëlda" he whispered, kissing Lalwen's sleeping form softly on the lips. She smiled in her sleep, and mumbled,
"Legolas......." trailing off languidly, clamping her hand around the corner of her blanket, and snuggling into it. She sighed contentedly, smiling in her dreams. Legolas sat by her bed for a long while, then decided to retire himself. He strode back to the camp fire, dug through his pack until he came across his blanket and cloak.
"I'm going to sleep as well," he informed the remaining group, and sauntered off towards Lalwen. He spread his cloak on the ground, deposited his tired body onto it. Legolas started when the fire was suddenly extinguished, and the camp was swallowed up in darkness. He leaned back onto the ground, and pulled his blanket over himself. Lalwen moaned next to him, and fidgeted in her sleep. He scooted over towards her, propped himself up on one elbow, and lowered his head so it was merely centimetres away from Lalwen's.
"A Elberth Gilthoniel;
silivren penna míriel;
O menel aglar elenath!
Na chaered palan-díriel;
O galadhremmin ennorath;
Fanuilos le linnathon;
nef aear, si nef aearon!...."
he sang in her ear. Lalwen sighed, and smiled into her hand. Legolas laughed quietly, and kissed Lalwen on the cheek.
"Cundo ninya......" she whispered, again trailing off, as she nestled her head on his hand. Legolas laid his head down, and fell asleep to the light sound of Lalwen breathing next to him.
Legolas immediately, leap form his concealment to Lalwen. Her eyes were closed; she'd been knocked out.
"Legolas!" hissed Aragorn, "Hide! Quick!" Legolas dragged Lalwen back to his bush, curled up with her in his embrace, and stilled. The screeches of many birds, soaring above them, reached Legolas' ears. He held Lalwen tighter to his chest. He glanced down at her face, and saw a trickle of blood dripping down from under her hair, and a large bruise forming on her cheek. He lightly kissed the bruise, and nestled Lalwen's limp head under his chin. They waited.
"Spies of Saruman! Our passage South has been watched! We must take the Pass of Carahdras!" announced Gandalf, as the birds flew off into the distance.
"Legolas," impeded Aragorn, "What has happened to Lalwen?"
Legolas walked over, Lalwen's slack form in his arms.
"Unconscious, and injured." replied Legolas, gesturing to the flaws on Lalwen's vacant face.
Aragorn's brow furrowed, as he nimbly touched the blood on Lalwen's face. Her eyebrow twitched slightly.
"We should heal her cuts, then we should be on our way." directed Gandalf.
Legolas set Lalwen down on the ground. Aragorn handed the Elf a small pouch, which Legolas took, and opened. He drew out a pinch of powder. Athelas. Legolas rubbed it between his long fingers for a moment, the daubed the powder on Lalwen's cut. Then, he sat back on his heels, and waited. Minutes passed in silence. Then, a feeble moan issued from Lalwen. She raised one, fatigued hand to her head, and opened her bright green eyes groggily. At first, Lalwen didn't seem to know where she was, that is, until her eyes fell on Legolas. She smiled weakly, and sat up.
"Wha' happened?" she muttered thickly, rubbing her head.
"You took a nasty fall..." answered Pippin, gazing at her timidly, as if he thought she was too fragile to touch. Lalwen was silent for a moment, then attempted to stand up. Her legs quivered uncontrollably briefly, then she collapsed to her knees. Legolas dropped next to her.
"Are you all right?' he whispered. She didn't answer for a minute.
"I'm....kinda'......dizzzzzz...y....." she fought out, then fell, again, face down in the dust. Aragorn placed a finger on her neck.
"She's all right." he murmured, "But we cannot linger! We uphold her until she is well enough to walk."
Legolas stood, bent double, and scooped up Lalwen's flaccid body securely in his strong arms. No one said anything. Soon, they were packed and on their way. Legolas gazed down at Lalwen. Her face was pale, and absent, like she had looked like on the tree's bough in Rivendell. A grotesque, purple bruise had surfaced on her thin cheek, marring her beautifully, flawless face.
After traveling for several more, straight hours, they stopped to eat and sleep. Lalwen had regained consciousness, but was still very frail. Legolas never left her side, helping her eat and move. After an hour's worth of talking amongst the group, Lalwen's already drained energy shut off completely. Her eyelids drooped, and her shoulders slumped.
"Do you want to go to bed?" Legolas whispered in her ear. She nodded sleepily. He helped her to her feet, and dragged her to her spot. Legolas lightly laid Lalwen down, and pulled her blanket over her. She smiled up at him, her eyes blurred with sleep. Legolas bent his head down so his nose just barely grazed Lalwen's.
"Melánëlda" he whispered, kissing Lalwen's sleeping form softly on the lips. She smiled in her sleep, and mumbled,
"Legolas......." trailing off languidly, clamping her hand around the corner of her blanket, and snuggling into it. She sighed contentedly, smiling in her dreams. Legolas sat by her bed for a long while, then decided to retire himself. He strode back to the camp fire, dug through his pack until he came across his blanket and cloak.
"I'm going to sleep as well," he informed the remaining group, and sauntered off towards Lalwen. He spread his cloak on the ground, deposited his tired body onto it. Legolas started when the fire was suddenly extinguished, and the camp was swallowed up in darkness. He leaned back onto the ground, and pulled his blanket over himself. Lalwen moaned next to him, and fidgeted in her sleep. He scooted over towards her, propped himself up on one elbow, and lowered his head so it was merely centimetres away from Lalwen's.
"A Elberth Gilthoniel;
silivren penna míriel;
O menel aglar elenath!
Na chaered palan-díriel;
O galadhremmin ennorath;
Fanuilos le linnathon;
nef aear, si nef aearon!...."
he sang in her ear. Lalwen sighed, and smiled into her hand. Legolas laughed quietly, and kissed Lalwen on the cheek.
"Cundo ninya......" she whispered, again trailing off, as she nestled her head on his hand. Legolas laid his head down, and fell asleep to the light sound of Lalwen breathing next to him.