I could think now. I could hear, though there was nothing to hear. My
eyes were closed; my arm was in a lot of pain. My face felt all smooth, as
if of hardened mud. I scrunched my nose. Then I opened my eyes. The
sunlight was pouring into the room. I looked around- I was in a white room
decorated with gold. I was in a very comfortable bed. I tried lifting my
arms, and I could only lift my right arm. I groaned in frustration. I
bent my legs and stood up using just my legs.
"I would not do that if I were you, Canyaiel," a voice said. I jumped on the bed to face him.
"And may I ask why, Lord Elrond?"
"You shall further hurt yourself."
I sat back down in the bed, "How long have I been asleep?"
"You have been here only a few hours. I believe there is someone here to see you," Elrond smiled.
"Oh no! Tell my mother I am sleeping- or that I have died- anything!" I pleaded. Elrond just laughed pleasantly.
"Alas, it is not your mother. The visitor I speak of is none other than Prince Legolas. He found you there." Legolas walked in at that moment and sat on the bed next to me.
"Oh, Canyaiel, do forgive me! I am so sorry," he said, his eyes watering.
"Why are you crying?" I asked him in a confused voice. Elrond smiled at us and left, closing the door.
"Canyaiel," he paused for a moment, looking for the right words, "If you are mad at me, if you never speak to me again, I will understand." He took a deep breath, "I shot you with my arrow by accident as you were falling out of the tree." He flinched at the last words.
"Legolas, it is all right. I am fine!" I smiled, "It pains me very much so, but I am in good health! Do not worry," I said, looking over at him.
He grinned then leaned in and kissed my cheek, "Oh! Canyaiel, you are more forgiving than anyone I know! If anyone else had been shot with an arrow, they would never speak to me again!" I blushed.
"I suppose this means I can not handle a bow or arrow for quite some time," I said disappointedly.
"No, I suppose not. Do you believe me? Are you angry? Please, tell me the truth. You need not lie to me," Legolas said.
"I am not lying! Really, I am not!"
"Let me make it up to you, wait here one moment." Legolas ran out of the room and came back in just a matter of moments. He was holding a bow and a quiver of arrows.
"What? Are you going to shoot me with them?" I laughed. Legolas did not find it as amusing, and his face fell.
"Oh, Legolas- do not take it so personally."
He smiled, "Here, I wish to give these to you, as a gift."
"Oh!" I said in shock, "Legolas, this is much too kind of anyone- I mean you. No one has ever thought to give me such a gift as this, so thoughtful," I murmured, fingering the beautiful cherry-wood arch of the bow.
"Please, it is nothing," Legolas replied, his cheeks tinged with a scarcely noticeable hint of rose.
"No, it is quite a lot. It is more than anything I have ever received, thank you," I said, inching closer to him.
"How is your arm?" he asked, reaching over and gently touching my arm. I flinched.
"Sorry," he said, embarrassed.
"It is all right," I replied. We sat in silence for a moment and I looked over at him at the same time he looked at me, we both looked away, a little embarrassed. At this point my sister walked in.
"Oh, Canyaiel, are you all right?" I glanced over at Legolas and saw him staring intently at her.
"Yes, Calwaiel," I said, "I am all right. It was just an-" I stopped when I noticed Calwaiel was not listening to anything I was saying; instead she was winking and flirting with Legolas.
"Calwaiel!" I shouted, angry.
She blushed, "Yes?"
"May I have some alone time?"
"Certainly, come Legolas, I have much to-"
"No, I meant with Legolas, please, if you do not mind." She blushed and walked outside.
"I would not do that if I were you, Canyaiel," a voice said. I jumped on the bed to face him.
"And may I ask why, Lord Elrond?"
"You shall further hurt yourself."
I sat back down in the bed, "How long have I been asleep?"
"You have been here only a few hours. I believe there is someone here to see you," Elrond smiled.
"Oh no! Tell my mother I am sleeping- or that I have died- anything!" I pleaded. Elrond just laughed pleasantly.
"Alas, it is not your mother. The visitor I speak of is none other than Prince Legolas. He found you there." Legolas walked in at that moment and sat on the bed next to me.
"Oh, Canyaiel, do forgive me! I am so sorry," he said, his eyes watering.
"Why are you crying?" I asked him in a confused voice. Elrond smiled at us and left, closing the door.
"Canyaiel," he paused for a moment, looking for the right words, "If you are mad at me, if you never speak to me again, I will understand." He took a deep breath, "I shot you with my arrow by accident as you were falling out of the tree." He flinched at the last words.
"Legolas, it is all right. I am fine!" I smiled, "It pains me very much so, but I am in good health! Do not worry," I said, looking over at him.
He grinned then leaned in and kissed my cheek, "Oh! Canyaiel, you are more forgiving than anyone I know! If anyone else had been shot with an arrow, they would never speak to me again!" I blushed.
"I suppose this means I can not handle a bow or arrow for quite some time," I said disappointedly.
"No, I suppose not. Do you believe me? Are you angry? Please, tell me the truth. You need not lie to me," Legolas said.
"I am not lying! Really, I am not!"
"Let me make it up to you, wait here one moment." Legolas ran out of the room and came back in just a matter of moments. He was holding a bow and a quiver of arrows.
"What? Are you going to shoot me with them?" I laughed. Legolas did not find it as amusing, and his face fell.
"Oh, Legolas- do not take it so personally."
He smiled, "Here, I wish to give these to you, as a gift."
"Oh!" I said in shock, "Legolas, this is much too kind of anyone- I mean you. No one has ever thought to give me such a gift as this, so thoughtful," I murmured, fingering the beautiful cherry-wood arch of the bow.
"Please, it is nothing," Legolas replied, his cheeks tinged with a scarcely noticeable hint of rose.
"No, it is quite a lot. It is more than anything I have ever received, thank you," I said, inching closer to him.
"How is your arm?" he asked, reaching over and gently touching my arm. I flinched.
"Sorry," he said, embarrassed.
"It is all right," I replied. We sat in silence for a moment and I looked over at him at the same time he looked at me, we both looked away, a little embarrassed. At this point my sister walked in.
"Oh, Canyaiel, are you all right?" I glanced over at Legolas and saw him staring intently at her.
"Yes, Calwaiel," I said, "I am all right. It was just an-" I stopped when I noticed Calwaiel was not listening to anything I was saying; instead she was winking and flirting with Legolas.
"Calwaiel!" I shouted, angry.
She blushed, "Yes?"
"May I have some alone time?"
"Certainly, come Legolas, I have much to-"
"No, I meant with Legolas, please, if you do not mind." She blushed and walked outside.
