The soft velvety muzzle of Afod, fuzzy against her cheek, awakened Emeriel.
His whiskers tickling the sensitive skin, causing her to wander back into
the conscious world, reluctant to leave the world of dream, which so
enticingly contained a certain elf.She pushed Afod gently away, scratching
his muzzle and chin. He moved off uninterested, munching grass, the sound
grinding comfortingly in her ears. Remembering the dream-liking events of
the previous evening, a bright smile was brought to her fair face. Turning
her head, so to look at him, which was still resting in the nook of
Legolas' neck, she stared at his perfect features, so peaceful in the early
morning, drawing her fingers lightly over his cheeks and beautifully blue
green eyes, memorizing the graceful curves that made up this elf.
She could not bring herself to wake the sleeping Prince, and carefully as she could, so as not to cause any disturbance that would alert the super- sensitive senses of the elf. He shifted as she got up, but with a soothing word, he relaxed again. Looking down, she could not help but place a kiss upon those warm lips. Probably alerting him of her rousing, but it was too tempting to ignore. He made no move, which she thought of as rather odd, but thought no more of it. She heard the splash of water a little way off and headed towards it. She was dirty and stiff from yesterday's riding, and hoped to relieve her aching body.
Leaving the sleeping Legolas to his dreams, Emeriel wandered off a good 100 yards into the gleaming wood, still fresh from morning dew. She was met by a small, delightful chuckling stream leading off from a small lake that was the provided for by a sparkling waterfall, some yards from the stream. The cliff that supported this monumental display of shining waters and wetness was tall and strong, reaching high above her head. A green freshness lay about her and her heart rejoiced at eh welcoming miracle of nature, as it does for those Elves who have not had time to acknowledge its magnificence in a long while.
Breathing in deeply, Emeriel relished the clean air that reached her lungs. Practically floating to the edge of the lake, she watched its sun reflecting waters, gently swaying and rippling in the breeze.
She swiftly removed her clothes and dived in, to venture into the deep dark waters. It was chilly, its morning eagerness awaking every cell in her body. Swimming across the lake, Emeriel was unaware of the movements only a few hundred yards away.
From her earlier activities, she had unwillingly wakened the sleeping Legolas, the morning kiss alerting him of her rising. He had not moved, wanting to stay where he was, the sun had been streaming down upon his face and had felt reluctant to move. He also hoped to catch the sweet lady off guard, so had pretended to slumber away as she made her way off into the woods. He got up, noting that Afod was close by, and moved towards the direction he had heard Emeriel move in.
The sound of water was soon splashing louder in his ears, the smell of pine gently wafting past his keen senses. Not knowing what he would see or hear he followed the river, guessing up stream, as he heard the sound of a waterfall. Almost immediately his mind registered the scene before him. Embarrassed and blushing (for the first time in ages) he turned away.
Unfortunately his fluster caused him to stumble, his mistake alerting the bathing elf-maiden.
Startled, she moved under the water, far enough that nothing too revealing would be revealed. Blushing furiously, she finally recovered enough to notice the startled Prince had also turned away. 'At least he wasn't deliberately trying to spy on me.and he's considerate enough to turn away, unlike some people I happen to know.' She had not even heard him approach until that very moment, even with her elven-senses. He was very good. His earlier years concerning the ring and the Fellowship having paid off, giving him extra abilities and skills, also improving those that he already had.
She teased, now fully recovered, "I hope you weren't trying to spy on me?" The question was barely allowed to hang a second before the Prince snatched it up and replied. "Of course not.I did not realize," he grew bolder, his voice picking up a joking tone. Would I do such a thing? I don't think it would go down very well with my father and the rest of court, if they found out that their prefect Prince Legolas had been peeking at women bathing. Forgive me, if you will mi'Lady."
'That title again!' Emeriel thought, slowly growing in annoyance. 'And he's already back in his shell! What do I have to do to get him to open up?' Taking a breath to ease her still pounding heart, she spoke calmly, "Very well," she spoke indignantly, regaining her composure. "But I would be grateful, your highness, if you would remove your royal.person, from view of myself, while I dress."
He smiled then replied, "Very well.mi'Lady. So I will.if that be your wish." Emeriel was unable to distinguish whether it was a question or a statement. She turned sharply round when she heard a slight chuckle. Too late, as Legolas had already left. 'Had that been an innuendo!' For a moment she was speechless, but decided that it was not that bad a feature to carry. His playfulness was exciting! Maybe he was finally opening up; this mischievous behaviour, though startling considering his normally aloof persona, was a great relief and an irresistible temptation to voices that spoke in her head, her own personality jumping for her to speak and rebuke. She liked it; it somehow seemed to fit him.
Getting out of the lake and dressing she travelled back to the camp where she found that the fire had been put out already and Legolas was now standing beside Afod, talking to the horse, though words falling on uninterested ears. If she had arrived a few seconds earlier she would have heard Legolas question Afod upon the maiden possessed with golden hair and purple eyes. What he thought of her? What he thought she thought of him? What he thought he thought of her? What to do next? Even Legolas, the great Prince of Mirkwood was stuck in love, and unable to decide what to do next. Love-struck. If only Gimli could see him now, what would he say? Afod would then have raised his head munching , looked at the blonde elf with a look which somehow seemed to know too much, than continued with his grazing, obviously more important than his master's current dilemma.
His highness must of heard her coming, for he turned to her, his face neutral as usual, though, was that glint of laughter in those gorgeous eyes? "Right, Lady Emeriel, I believe it is best time to go, the sun is now up, and I predict we will be back close to midday. That is, if we have no interruptions." He smiled then, as she replied, "Let's hope so," ignoring his amused gaze. "It will be wonderful to get back. Not that I haven't enjoyed the past days." she hastily added, a blush settling across her features. "But everyone must be starting to get worried." "Very likely."
The Prince kissed her hand as he took it and gave her a leg up onto Afod's now very warm back. He raised his head from grazing, quite perturbed by the sudden disruption. Legolas leaped up in front of her, her arms coming round to circle his waist and chest. Reaching over his shoulder, she gave him a quick peck on the cheek and they started off.
Thankx all for reading, I know it took forever to come, but as fanfic been down, I've been writing loads, and it takes forever to type this stuff up! Review please!!!
She could not bring herself to wake the sleeping Prince, and carefully as she could, so as not to cause any disturbance that would alert the super- sensitive senses of the elf. He shifted as she got up, but with a soothing word, he relaxed again. Looking down, she could not help but place a kiss upon those warm lips. Probably alerting him of her rousing, but it was too tempting to ignore. He made no move, which she thought of as rather odd, but thought no more of it. She heard the splash of water a little way off and headed towards it. She was dirty and stiff from yesterday's riding, and hoped to relieve her aching body.
Leaving the sleeping Legolas to his dreams, Emeriel wandered off a good 100 yards into the gleaming wood, still fresh from morning dew. She was met by a small, delightful chuckling stream leading off from a small lake that was the provided for by a sparkling waterfall, some yards from the stream. The cliff that supported this monumental display of shining waters and wetness was tall and strong, reaching high above her head. A green freshness lay about her and her heart rejoiced at eh welcoming miracle of nature, as it does for those Elves who have not had time to acknowledge its magnificence in a long while.
Breathing in deeply, Emeriel relished the clean air that reached her lungs. Practically floating to the edge of the lake, she watched its sun reflecting waters, gently swaying and rippling in the breeze.
She swiftly removed her clothes and dived in, to venture into the deep dark waters. It was chilly, its morning eagerness awaking every cell in her body. Swimming across the lake, Emeriel was unaware of the movements only a few hundred yards away.
From her earlier activities, she had unwillingly wakened the sleeping Legolas, the morning kiss alerting him of her rising. He had not moved, wanting to stay where he was, the sun had been streaming down upon his face and had felt reluctant to move. He also hoped to catch the sweet lady off guard, so had pretended to slumber away as she made her way off into the woods. He got up, noting that Afod was close by, and moved towards the direction he had heard Emeriel move in.
The sound of water was soon splashing louder in his ears, the smell of pine gently wafting past his keen senses. Not knowing what he would see or hear he followed the river, guessing up stream, as he heard the sound of a waterfall. Almost immediately his mind registered the scene before him. Embarrassed and blushing (for the first time in ages) he turned away.
Unfortunately his fluster caused him to stumble, his mistake alerting the bathing elf-maiden.
Startled, she moved under the water, far enough that nothing too revealing would be revealed. Blushing furiously, she finally recovered enough to notice the startled Prince had also turned away. 'At least he wasn't deliberately trying to spy on me.and he's considerate enough to turn away, unlike some people I happen to know.' She had not even heard him approach until that very moment, even with her elven-senses. He was very good. His earlier years concerning the ring and the Fellowship having paid off, giving him extra abilities and skills, also improving those that he already had.
She teased, now fully recovered, "I hope you weren't trying to spy on me?" The question was barely allowed to hang a second before the Prince snatched it up and replied. "Of course not.I did not realize," he grew bolder, his voice picking up a joking tone. Would I do such a thing? I don't think it would go down very well with my father and the rest of court, if they found out that their prefect Prince Legolas had been peeking at women bathing. Forgive me, if you will mi'Lady."
'That title again!' Emeriel thought, slowly growing in annoyance. 'And he's already back in his shell! What do I have to do to get him to open up?' Taking a breath to ease her still pounding heart, she spoke calmly, "Very well," she spoke indignantly, regaining her composure. "But I would be grateful, your highness, if you would remove your royal.person, from view of myself, while I dress."
He smiled then replied, "Very well.mi'Lady. So I will.if that be your wish." Emeriel was unable to distinguish whether it was a question or a statement. She turned sharply round when she heard a slight chuckle. Too late, as Legolas had already left. 'Had that been an innuendo!' For a moment she was speechless, but decided that it was not that bad a feature to carry. His playfulness was exciting! Maybe he was finally opening up; this mischievous behaviour, though startling considering his normally aloof persona, was a great relief and an irresistible temptation to voices that spoke in her head, her own personality jumping for her to speak and rebuke. She liked it; it somehow seemed to fit him.
Getting out of the lake and dressing she travelled back to the camp where she found that the fire had been put out already and Legolas was now standing beside Afod, talking to the horse, though words falling on uninterested ears. If she had arrived a few seconds earlier she would have heard Legolas question Afod upon the maiden possessed with golden hair and purple eyes. What he thought of her? What he thought she thought of him? What he thought he thought of her? What to do next? Even Legolas, the great Prince of Mirkwood was stuck in love, and unable to decide what to do next. Love-struck. If only Gimli could see him now, what would he say? Afod would then have raised his head munching , looked at the blonde elf with a look which somehow seemed to know too much, than continued with his grazing, obviously more important than his master's current dilemma.
His highness must of heard her coming, for he turned to her, his face neutral as usual, though, was that glint of laughter in those gorgeous eyes? "Right, Lady Emeriel, I believe it is best time to go, the sun is now up, and I predict we will be back close to midday. That is, if we have no interruptions." He smiled then, as she replied, "Let's hope so," ignoring his amused gaze. "It will be wonderful to get back. Not that I haven't enjoyed the past days." she hastily added, a blush settling across her features. "But everyone must be starting to get worried." "Very likely."
The Prince kissed her hand as he took it and gave her a leg up onto Afod's now very warm back. He raised his head from grazing, quite perturbed by the sudden disruption. Legolas leaped up in front of her, her arms coming round to circle his waist and chest. Reaching over his shoulder, she gave him a quick peck on the cheek and they started off.
Thankx all for reading, I know it took forever to come, but as fanfic been down, I've been writing loads, and it takes forever to type this stuff up! Review please!!!
