Legolas opened his eyes and looked around his room. He stared at the pack
he had fixed the night before for his journey. Then he looked over at his
bow and arrows. He raised his arms and stretched, his whole body extending.
His toes reached the foot of the bed, cool air rushed in through the
opening in the blanket he had made.
Legolas smiled and rose slowly. His partially naked body glistening with sweat from the night of dreams he had had. He got up and then put on the rest of his clothing on. He grabbed his pack and his bow and arrows, fitting them over his shoulders so that they rested comfortably on his back. His pack hung down against his left side, the quiver against his right, and the bow lay in the middle of both. He slid his daggers in their sheaths at each side of his hips. Making sure his belt was on fairly tight, he walked out over to the balcony.
He looked down over his kingdom. All the buildings entwined the trees and beautiful fountains could be seen in the forest clearings. He sighed, "Even though some would say Mirkwood doesn't compare to that of Rivendell of the Misty Mountains and Lothlorian of Lorien.. it has a beauty and enchantment in its own way. And I'm really going to miss it." He crossed over his room and strode out, down the hall and descended down many flights of stairs till he reached the foyer. He met with one of the elves that had chosen to stay in Mirkwood. "Hello Earane Anwane. Would you keep a good eye on the kingdom while I am gone? Although it's probably too empty to intrigue our orc friends and the like." He winked. Earane smiled. "Of course my lord." And with that Legolas walked out the door.
He passed many buildings till he reached the stables. He went in and then over to his horse. A beautiful milky brown stallion stood before him. "Irlinde, it looks like another adventure for us!" Irlinde nayed and rubbed his head against Legolas' outstretched hand. Legolas mounted the great stallion and they trotted out of the stables and down the path to the pathway leading to the edge of Mirkwood to the Brown Lands. He looked up at the sky. Soon the sun would be rising. He could reach the Brown Lands before nightfall. Soon he would reach Aragorn. That was incentive enough for him to quicken Irlinde to a sprint.
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Arwen chewed her lip. She was really worried about Aragorn. He had treated his behavior last night it was nothing. If the dream had bothered him that much, why hadn't he shared with her? She could help him. She pouted and sighed, then turned over and looked at Aragorn's peacefulness. He was so beautiful when he was sleeping. She grinned. He was always beautiful. She nudged his leg with her knee. "Wake up sleepy head!" He grumbled and he opened his eyes slowly. "What time is it?" He spoke. "It's almost dawn and I want you to watch the sun rise with me." She smiled. Aragorn's heart skipped a beat, as it always does when she smiles. "Alright dear, let's go watch the sun rise." They both got up and walked over to the balcony. The looked over at the White Mountains. The sun peaked up over the tip of them. The sky glowed with bright pinks, oranges, and yellows. Arwen smiled and looked over and Aragorn. She leaned in and pressed her lips against Aragorns' cheek. He turned to her and kissed her lips softly. They embraced and held eachother what seemed like forever. Arwen smiled again and pulled Aragorn over to the bed. Aragorn got the drift and they crawled into bed together. Kisses and the rustling of the sheets could be heard outside the room, but they didn't care. Looking into Arwen's eyes Aragorn smiled, but the dream still troubled him.
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I'm slowly leading this into an adventure. I don't know if I'll have much passionate detailed encounters. Tell me what you think. Thanks!
Legolas smiled and rose slowly. His partially naked body glistening with sweat from the night of dreams he had had. He got up and then put on the rest of his clothing on. He grabbed his pack and his bow and arrows, fitting them over his shoulders so that they rested comfortably on his back. His pack hung down against his left side, the quiver against his right, and the bow lay in the middle of both. He slid his daggers in their sheaths at each side of his hips. Making sure his belt was on fairly tight, he walked out over to the balcony.
He looked down over his kingdom. All the buildings entwined the trees and beautiful fountains could be seen in the forest clearings. He sighed, "Even though some would say Mirkwood doesn't compare to that of Rivendell of the Misty Mountains and Lothlorian of Lorien.. it has a beauty and enchantment in its own way. And I'm really going to miss it." He crossed over his room and strode out, down the hall and descended down many flights of stairs till he reached the foyer. He met with one of the elves that had chosen to stay in Mirkwood. "Hello Earane Anwane. Would you keep a good eye on the kingdom while I am gone? Although it's probably too empty to intrigue our orc friends and the like." He winked. Earane smiled. "Of course my lord." And with that Legolas walked out the door.
He passed many buildings till he reached the stables. He went in and then over to his horse. A beautiful milky brown stallion stood before him. "Irlinde, it looks like another adventure for us!" Irlinde nayed and rubbed his head against Legolas' outstretched hand. Legolas mounted the great stallion and they trotted out of the stables and down the path to the pathway leading to the edge of Mirkwood to the Brown Lands. He looked up at the sky. Soon the sun would be rising. He could reach the Brown Lands before nightfall. Soon he would reach Aragorn. That was incentive enough for him to quicken Irlinde to a sprint.
~*~
Arwen chewed her lip. She was really worried about Aragorn. He had treated his behavior last night it was nothing. If the dream had bothered him that much, why hadn't he shared with her? She could help him. She pouted and sighed, then turned over and looked at Aragorn's peacefulness. He was so beautiful when he was sleeping. She grinned. He was always beautiful. She nudged his leg with her knee. "Wake up sleepy head!" He grumbled and he opened his eyes slowly. "What time is it?" He spoke. "It's almost dawn and I want you to watch the sun rise with me." She smiled. Aragorn's heart skipped a beat, as it always does when she smiles. "Alright dear, let's go watch the sun rise." They both got up and walked over to the balcony. The looked over at the White Mountains. The sun peaked up over the tip of them. The sky glowed with bright pinks, oranges, and yellows. Arwen smiled and looked over and Aragorn. She leaned in and pressed her lips against Aragorns' cheek. He turned to her and kissed her lips softly. They embraced and held eachother what seemed like forever. Arwen smiled again and pulled Aragorn over to the bed. Aragorn got the drift and they crawled into bed together. Kisses and the rustling of the sheets could be heard outside the room, but they didn't care. Looking into Arwen's eyes Aragorn smiled, but the dream still troubled him.
~*~
I'm slowly leading this into an adventure. I don't know if I'll have much passionate detailed encounters. Tell me what you think. Thanks!