Author Note: Thank you so much for coming this far in your reading of this fan-fic. I greatly appreciate it. I had to slightly revise the last chapter (5). Sadly enough to say, I am slacker in the sense of checking my stories in the "Preview" section of the Document Manager, which caused me not to notice the huge error- part of the story was cut off. Sorry. I (on my honor) plan to revise my shameful acts of slackerhood and check from here on out the previews of each chapter. I hope to get some reviews (please). I know this story is off to a bit of a slow start... but please hang in with it and any suggestions are Always of help. Thanks!
Legolas ran his hands up the rope, and began to pull his body from the water. His wet shirt clung to his chest exposing a firm flat bed of muscles. The sun had begun to set so his shirt outlined his brooding muscles splendidly. His golden hair stuck to his broad back. The strands dripped off the clinging sea water insistent of not leaving their new beautiful home. It resembled straws of melted gold, and the clear liquid produced trickling forth from it as though it were tearing. He was a vision.
Celeste's breath caught in her lungs as Legolas continued to hoist himself up the jagged rope. His pants clung to his body tightly. They were soaked with the water of the sea. His buttocks molded to the form of his pants. Although she was an entity her emotions were not easily controlled.
A thought plagued Celeste's mind regarding the splendiferous elf. It crept up until it welded itself deeply into her thoughts. Perhaps her feelings towards this creature were unfounded. She knew that she was of a higher being than he. She was also uncertain of the length of time she was allowed to endure on Middle Earth. With those thoughts lurking in her mind she regretfully came to the conclusion to not pursue the elf with her heart. At that precise moment her heart began to slowly bleed.
Her gaze adverted from Legolas down to the phial she protectively encompassed with her delicate hand. She pondered momentarily where she would put it. Certainly she could not climb the rope with only one hand.
Legolas had reached the top of his magnificent ship and hoisted himself over the railings. Holding onto the rope he called down to Celeste, "Celeste, grab a hold of the rope! Gimli and I will pull you up." Although Legolas was highly capable to perform the task alone, he and Gimli constantly performed tasks and duties as a team.
Celeste craned her head upward as her magnificent soft blue eyes sought out those of Legolas's. His remarkable eyes lightened causing the hue to retain a honey brown color. They played dangerously in contrast to that of the setting sun behind him. Placing her hand onto the rough surface of the rope Gimli and Legolas began to haul her upward.
Celeste dangled prettily out of the water. Drops of the clear blue aquatic derivation cascaded from her delicately. She looked down upon the water she knew as her home for the past thousands of years. She felt a slight tinge of pain leaving its safety. A soft comforting voice invaded her thoughts reassuring her to leave the water.
Gimli and Legolas tugged upon the rope. It burned their hands leaving strands of red marring their palms. At last Celeste was at the top. Legolas released his burning hands from the rope, and placed them onto Celeste's arms just below her shoulders. He pulled her over the railing and placed her firmly onto the boat.
Gimli attended to the rope while Legolas diverted his attention to the girl. Once the rope was securely brought up Gimli wrapped it into a circular shape and placed it alongside the fishing nets. Curious and intent to meet the female they saved he shyly approached them.
Legolas fetched a tattered blanket they kept on deck towards the western side of the stern; adjacent to the mast. Celeste excepted the torn article and wrapped it securely around her body. As though mesmerized she gazed awestricken at the setting sun. It's beauty touched her soul as she sighed. Colors, unlike any other she had viewed previously, painted the sky with remarkable beauty. Intense shades of orangy-pink collided with the soft hue of the faintly bluish-purple sky. A sliver of the sun remained in view. The rest of it had already departed for its nightly slumber beneath the ocean.
Legolas smiled at the approaching dwarf whom had remained a loyal friend to him for over one-thousand years. "Celeste?" Legolas spoke softly to the girl hoping to divert her attention away from the hypnotic trance of the sunset.
Shifting her head in the direction her name was spoken, she looked questionably at Legolas. "Yes, Legolas of the Greenwood?"
Placing his hand firmly on Gimli's shoulder, Legolas gave it a pat he continued, "It is my honorable privilege to introduce to you, Gimli son of Gloin."
Gimli, smiling meekly, replied, "It is a pleasure to meet one who radiates qualitites that exceed outer beauty."
Legolas's eyes quickly shifted from Celeste to Gimli. He was baffled by the honesty that poured from his friend's lips. He thought to himself, Of the many hundreds of years spent within the company of Gimli, I have only once heard him speak so lightly of tangible beauty.
Celeste looked upon Gimli who stood minute in size compared to Legolas and herself. Curiosity invaded her sparkling eyes. She wondered what creature was he. Certainly not of elf-blood. Her eyes studied his stout frame and read his eyes. She saw curiosity within his eyes as well as marvel. Intent on being friendly to this warm soul she knelt down, resting her knees on the plank boards beneath her. She gently placed her hand upon his cheek. "You are much too kind in your words, Gimli son of Gloin. It is of great honor to be in the presence of one pure in heart as you are." Smiling she lifted her hand from his cheek and stood up.
Legolas wrapped his arms around his wet chest as he looked at Celeste with concern, "It is nightfall and a chill is beginning to set in the air. Down below the deck you can change from your wet attire into something fresh. Unfortunately, we lack clothes accustomed to those of the fairer sex. You may choose anything from my bureau."
Celeste smiled at them as she nodded, understanding Legolas's generous offer. "Thank you for your kindness and hospitality." Celeste made her way down the few steps of wooden planks into the department within the boat.
The space was a moderate in size. It housed a wooden bed with green smooth covers upon its surface. The bed itself was magnificently carved like that of the boat they floated in. Its wood consisted of a light beige oak. The headboard had leaves carved in it at each of the four corners. In the middle inscribed in elvish was 'Greenleaf.'
Another bed was situated to the far left. It was smaller than the other and a bit wider. Its wood was a dark brown with a tangent of mahogany mixed within Its wood consisted of a light beige oak. The headboard held no inscription or design. The covers adorning the bed held a deep dark shade of gold.
A grainy textured wooden chest was placed in front of each bed. Carved in English was the name Gimli, while Legolas's name was carved in elvish. Celeste eyed the chests as curiosity to what lay inside crept in her mind. Slowly taking her eyes from them she directed her attention to a bureau that separated the two beds.
Legolas ran his hands up the rope, and began to pull his body from the water. His wet shirt clung to his chest exposing a firm flat bed of muscles. The sun had begun to set so his shirt outlined his brooding muscles splendidly. His golden hair stuck to his broad back. The strands dripped off the clinging sea water insistent of not leaving their new beautiful home. It resembled straws of melted gold, and the clear liquid produced trickling forth from it as though it were tearing. He was a vision.
Celeste's breath caught in her lungs as Legolas continued to hoist himself up the jagged rope. His pants clung to his body tightly. They were soaked with the water of the sea. His buttocks molded to the form of his pants. Although she was an entity her emotions were not easily controlled.
A thought plagued Celeste's mind regarding the splendiferous elf. It crept up until it welded itself deeply into her thoughts. Perhaps her feelings towards this creature were unfounded. She knew that she was of a higher being than he. She was also uncertain of the length of time she was allowed to endure on Middle Earth. With those thoughts lurking in her mind she regretfully came to the conclusion to not pursue the elf with her heart. At that precise moment her heart began to slowly bleed.
Her gaze adverted from Legolas down to the phial she protectively encompassed with her delicate hand. She pondered momentarily where she would put it. Certainly she could not climb the rope with only one hand.
Legolas had reached the top of his magnificent ship and hoisted himself over the railings. Holding onto the rope he called down to Celeste, "Celeste, grab a hold of the rope! Gimli and I will pull you up." Although Legolas was highly capable to perform the task alone, he and Gimli constantly performed tasks and duties as a team.
Celeste craned her head upward as her magnificent soft blue eyes sought out those of Legolas's. His remarkable eyes lightened causing the hue to retain a honey brown color. They played dangerously in contrast to that of the setting sun behind him. Placing her hand onto the rough surface of the rope Gimli and Legolas began to haul her upward.
Celeste dangled prettily out of the water. Drops of the clear blue aquatic derivation cascaded from her delicately. She looked down upon the water she knew as her home for the past thousands of years. She felt a slight tinge of pain leaving its safety. A soft comforting voice invaded her thoughts reassuring her to leave the water.
Gimli and Legolas tugged upon the rope. It burned their hands leaving strands of red marring their palms. At last Celeste was at the top. Legolas released his burning hands from the rope, and placed them onto Celeste's arms just below her shoulders. He pulled her over the railing and placed her firmly onto the boat.
Gimli attended to the rope while Legolas diverted his attention to the girl. Once the rope was securely brought up Gimli wrapped it into a circular shape and placed it alongside the fishing nets. Curious and intent to meet the female they saved he shyly approached them.
Legolas fetched a tattered blanket they kept on deck towards the western side of the stern; adjacent to the mast. Celeste excepted the torn article and wrapped it securely around her body. As though mesmerized she gazed awestricken at the setting sun. It's beauty touched her soul as she sighed. Colors, unlike any other she had viewed previously, painted the sky with remarkable beauty. Intense shades of orangy-pink collided with the soft hue of the faintly bluish-purple sky. A sliver of the sun remained in view. The rest of it had already departed for its nightly slumber beneath the ocean.
Legolas smiled at the approaching dwarf whom had remained a loyal friend to him for over one-thousand years. "Celeste?" Legolas spoke softly to the girl hoping to divert her attention away from the hypnotic trance of the sunset.
Shifting her head in the direction her name was spoken, she looked questionably at Legolas. "Yes, Legolas of the Greenwood?"
Placing his hand firmly on Gimli's shoulder, Legolas gave it a pat he continued, "It is my honorable privilege to introduce to you, Gimli son of Gloin."
Gimli, smiling meekly, replied, "It is a pleasure to meet one who radiates qualitites that exceed outer beauty."
Legolas's eyes quickly shifted from Celeste to Gimli. He was baffled by the honesty that poured from his friend's lips. He thought to himself, Of the many hundreds of years spent within the company of Gimli, I have only once heard him speak so lightly of tangible beauty.
Celeste looked upon Gimli who stood minute in size compared to Legolas and herself. Curiosity invaded her sparkling eyes. She wondered what creature was he. Certainly not of elf-blood. Her eyes studied his stout frame and read his eyes. She saw curiosity within his eyes as well as marvel. Intent on being friendly to this warm soul she knelt down, resting her knees on the plank boards beneath her. She gently placed her hand upon his cheek. "You are much too kind in your words, Gimli son of Gloin. It is of great honor to be in the presence of one pure in heart as you are." Smiling she lifted her hand from his cheek and stood up.
Legolas wrapped his arms around his wet chest as he looked at Celeste with concern, "It is nightfall and a chill is beginning to set in the air. Down below the deck you can change from your wet attire into something fresh. Unfortunately, we lack clothes accustomed to those of the fairer sex. You may choose anything from my bureau."
Celeste smiled at them as she nodded, understanding Legolas's generous offer. "Thank you for your kindness and hospitality." Celeste made her way down the few steps of wooden planks into the department within the boat.
The space was a moderate in size. It housed a wooden bed with green smooth covers upon its surface. The bed itself was magnificently carved like that of the boat they floated in. Its wood consisted of a light beige oak. The headboard had leaves carved in it at each of the four corners. In the middle inscribed in elvish was 'Greenleaf.'
Another bed was situated to the far left. It was smaller than the other and a bit wider. Its wood was a dark brown with a tangent of mahogany mixed within Its wood consisted of a light beige oak. The headboard held no inscription or design. The covers adorning the bed held a deep dark shade of gold.
A grainy textured wooden chest was placed in front of each bed. Carved in English was the name Gimli, while Legolas's name was carved in elvish. Celeste eyed the chests as curiosity to what lay inside crept in her mind. Slowly taking her eyes from them she directed her attention to a bureau that separated the two beds.
