Here is the next chapter, finally. It's not really that long but it'll have
to do. Thank again everyone for the nice reviews. Estriel this ones for you
as I know that you've been bugging me lately. Enjoy. Nae saian luume.
It was early morning and the sun was barely up when Legolas awoke. At first, slightly confused and befuddled, he instantly knew something was wrong. This was not his nice bed in Mirkwood, nor the glamorous, cool chambers of Lord Elrond's house. It was hot for one thing, sticky. The air was old and stale, not scented with flowers or growing things, except something not so far from him that smelt somewhat nicer than the dull air. He already missed the refreshing vitality of the forest. It had in a way stunted his sleep, used to the quiet whisperings of the trees and rustlings of bushes, birds taking to flight. But he was definitely not under the gentle green touch of trees. It felt and smelt far too musty and foul for that. He wrinkled his nose.
Eyes still closed, he meant to get up. Moving his arm, he was awoken fully by a stab of pain, accompanied with the not altogether pleasant realisation of his situation. Or should he say 'their' situation. Remembering the day before he inwardly sighed. Opening his eyes, he was met with the ugly rotten ceiling of the battered room Emeriel and he were sharing. It was not at all to his taste. Far too dark, even at sunrise, and it held nothing that even resembled the sweet outdoors.
Turning his head, he looked upon the angel, which had stolen his heart, even after only two days. She was headstrong, intelligent and even stubborn. Much like his mother in that aspect. Yet beyond that outward mask, lay inner beauty so grand, that he was sure its splendour out shined even Galadriel herself. Vanimar... It must be destiny, he would never allow himself, without some outside force, to fall in love in two days, it just did not happen. Yet, here he was pouring his heart out for a girl, not met two days before. Never before had he been so confused, but then, never had anything ever seemed so right. This was where he was meant to be.
Playing gently with the tips of her golden hair, he watched her. She looked so peaceful, so carefree. If he could, he would give her that peace forever, guiding it forever so it could never be taken away from her again. Remembering the night before he smiled. She sure could talk mighty pretty when she was angry, it would make any elf retreat from argument and wish to give her what she wanted. Even when she was angry it made her look cuter! Chuckling to himself, restrained enough to not wake her up, he traced her face, fingers millimetres from her skin. Warmth radiated from it, a healthy glow dusting her cheeks.
He wondered if she missed her home, far away in the Blue Mountains. Probably. Even now he missed his. How could she not miss hers? And how old was she? No more than two thousand years, he heard. Not much more than a child. But she hid it astonishingly well, if she did feel homesick. Maybe too well.
A loud thud on the door stirred him from his thoughts. Getting up, favouring his right arm, he moved gracefully to it. Upon opening he was met with the squashy grubby face of a young boy.
'Sur...' the boy spoke a little too loudly for Legolas' taste.
'Shush...' he pointed to Emeriel, who was shifting slightly. He hoped she would not wake up. Seeing his small crime, but not at all bothered about it, the boy quietened his voice some.
'Sur, da master says ya 'ave to be out by brea'fast. Only tis room is bein' used laterr,' his high voice was husky, having been present in dusty, dirty rooms for most of his life.
'Eeer...thank you,' Legolas replied, somewhat disapproving of the boys uncaring and rude nature, it was just sunrise for goodness sake! He watched as the boy nodded his head and left to call upon the next guests who would be leaving. Stepping back into the room Legolas turned to the sleeping woman, he did not wish to wake right this moment, she deserved her sleep. He did not know when she had fallen asleep, but he knew it was long after he did. Not very gentlemanly like on his part.
Stepping over to the tiny window, he stretched and looked out at the barren wasteland that they had ventured to. It was sad and depressing, not a tree or growing thing in sight. The numerous buildings beyond the inn were old and dilapidated. Grey, brown and black were the only colours that could be seen in lazy town. He did not know where they were, but he guessed they had to go east, back towards where they had come would be best. He just hoped the orcs, which had so unexpectedly jumped out upon them would be somewhat further away. He did not know how long it would take them to get back, especially with his injury. Sighing he watched as a trader, driving a horse- cart, exited the town gates.
Enjoy? Well I did, I was on a role this time, though did not really have enough time to completely run myself dry, it there are any mistakes sorry I don't have time to go through everything, so bare with me. And yes I know there are loads of mistakes in the other ones but hey, when I'm finished I'll edit it.
It was early morning and the sun was barely up when Legolas awoke. At first, slightly confused and befuddled, he instantly knew something was wrong. This was not his nice bed in Mirkwood, nor the glamorous, cool chambers of Lord Elrond's house. It was hot for one thing, sticky. The air was old and stale, not scented with flowers or growing things, except something not so far from him that smelt somewhat nicer than the dull air. He already missed the refreshing vitality of the forest. It had in a way stunted his sleep, used to the quiet whisperings of the trees and rustlings of bushes, birds taking to flight. But he was definitely not under the gentle green touch of trees. It felt and smelt far too musty and foul for that. He wrinkled his nose.
Eyes still closed, he meant to get up. Moving his arm, he was awoken fully by a stab of pain, accompanied with the not altogether pleasant realisation of his situation. Or should he say 'their' situation. Remembering the day before he inwardly sighed. Opening his eyes, he was met with the ugly rotten ceiling of the battered room Emeriel and he were sharing. It was not at all to his taste. Far too dark, even at sunrise, and it held nothing that even resembled the sweet outdoors.
Turning his head, he looked upon the angel, which had stolen his heart, even after only two days. She was headstrong, intelligent and even stubborn. Much like his mother in that aspect. Yet beyond that outward mask, lay inner beauty so grand, that he was sure its splendour out shined even Galadriel herself. Vanimar... It must be destiny, he would never allow himself, without some outside force, to fall in love in two days, it just did not happen. Yet, here he was pouring his heart out for a girl, not met two days before. Never before had he been so confused, but then, never had anything ever seemed so right. This was where he was meant to be.
Playing gently with the tips of her golden hair, he watched her. She looked so peaceful, so carefree. If he could, he would give her that peace forever, guiding it forever so it could never be taken away from her again. Remembering the night before he smiled. She sure could talk mighty pretty when she was angry, it would make any elf retreat from argument and wish to give her what she wanted. Even when she was angry it made her look cuter! Chuckling to himself, restrained enough to not wake her up, he traced her face, fingers millimetres from her skin. Warmth radiated from it, a healthy glow dusting her cheeks.
He wondered if she missed her home, far away in the Blue Mountains. Probably. Even now he missed his. How could she not miss hers? And how old was she? No more than two thousand years, he heard. Not much more than a child. But she hid it astonishingly well, if she did feel homesick. Maybe too well.
A loud thud on the door stirred him from his thoughts. Getting up, favouring his right arm, he moved gracefully to it. Upon opening he was met with the squashy grubby face of a young boy.
'Sur...' the boy spoke a little too loudly for Legolas' taste.
'Shush...' he pointed to Emeriel, who was shifting slightly. He hoped she would not wake up. Seeing his small crime, but not at all bothered about it, the boy quietened his voice some.
'Sur, da master says ya 'ave to be out by brea'fast. Only tis room is bein' used laterr,' his high voice was husky, having been present in dusty, dirty rooms for most of his life.
'Eeer...thank you,' Legolas replied, somewhat disapproving of the boys uncaring and rude nature, it was just sunrise for goodness sake! He watched as the boy nodded his head and left to call upon the next guests who would be leaving. Stepping back into the room Legolas turned to the sleeping woman, he did not wish to wake right this moment, she deserved her sleep. He did not know when she had fallen asleep, but he knew it was long after he did. Not very gentlemanly like on his part.
Stepping over to the tiny window, he stretched and looked out at the barren wasteland that they had ventured to. It was sad and depressing, not a tree or growing thing in sight. The numerous buildings beyond the inn were old and dilapidated. Grey, brown and black were the only colours that could be seen in lazy town. He did not know where they were, but he guessed they had to go east, back towards where they had come would be best. He just hoped the orcs, which had so unexpectedly jumped out upon them would be somewhat further away. He did not know how long it would take them to get back, especially with his injury. Sighing he watched as a trader, driving a horse- cart, exited the town gates.
Enjoy? Well I did, I was on a role this time, though did not really have enough time to completely run myself dry, it there are any mistakes sorry I don't have time to go through everything, so bare with me. And yes I know there are loads of mistakes in the other ones but hey, when I'm finished I'll edit it.
