Tuulo' N'ataya Paturinie By: Jesse Drache
Disclaimers: Legolas, Aragorn and the rest of the Fellowship and otherwise recognizable characters are property of J.R.R. Tolkien and do not belong to me.
Rating: PG-13 but rating may go up with later chapters
Chapter 3: 'Quel Amrun
Legolas sat in a hard, wooden chair, his light blue eyes trained on the bedroom door across from him.
The sound of the doorknob turning attracted his attention and he stood up as Elrohir walked out and softly shut the door behind him.
"Lord Elrond went to bed; he left instructions for him to be woken if his help is needed. How is she?" Legolas asked.
"She has finally fallen asleep. She is taking the loss of her brother badly, but I believe that with time, her wounds might be healed." Elrohir said, then looking at the concerned look in his friend's eyes, he put his hand on his shoulder and motioned for them to walk down the hall. "Come, let us go to bed also. I gave her a potion that will keep her asleep for several hours."
"Good night, my friend," Elrohir said, as they reached Legolas's room and he opened the door.
Giving his friend one last encouraging look, Elrohir watched as the prince went in and closed the door behind him.
Legolas waited by his door until Elrohir's steps had faded then quietly sneaked out of his room and to the other end of the hall, where Aerin's room was located.
Opening the door quietly, Legolas entered the dark room.
Using his elven sight to guide him, Legolas made his way to the chair that had been set for Elrond beside the bed.
Looking down at the sleeping girl, he softly stroked her tangled hair and traced his fingers lightly over her tear stained cheeks.
Taking her hand in his, Legolas focused his eyes on the rhythmic rising and falling of the covers as he pulled his legs up bellow him and settled himself for the night.
***
For the second time since her arrival in Imladris, Aerin woke to bright light coming from the open windows to her left.
Shifting in the bed as she slowly tried to get up, Aerin's arm brushed against something warm.
Turning to look, she was surprised to find a blonde elf half-lying on the bed.
Looking down at the sleeping elf, Aerin couldn't help but be filled with strange sense of warmth as she softly stroked the long golden hair that was spread out against her sheets.
She stared at the lovely elf as if memorizing every enticing feature until she felt the stirring of his small body beneath her hand.
"Good morning," she barely whispered as he unburied himself from where his face had been hidden in a mass of golden hair.
"I am sorry," Legolas remarked, his pointed ears turning dark red with embarrassment, as he moved back, purposely not meeting her eyes.
He stood up, ready to flee the room, but was stopped by Aerin's hand on his.
"Do not apologize, for you do nothing but keep me company in this strange place," she smiled, meeting his cerulean eyes.
"Would you like some breakfast?" Legolas asked, smiling at her while absentmindedly stroking her hand with his.
"If you would not mind," Aerin softly answered, smiling at the elf.
Yet Legolas could not help but pick up on the saddened look in her eyes.
Deciding that he would find a way to bring light upon her eyes, Legolas walked out of the room, leaving Aerin to her thoughts.
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Disclaimers: Legolas, Aragorn and the rest of the Fellowship and otherwise recognizable characters are property of J.R.R. Tolkien and do not belong to me.
Rating: PG-13 but rating may go up with later chapters
Chapter 3: 'Quel Amrun
Legolas sat in a hard, wooden chair, his light blue eyes trained on the bedroom door across from him.
The sound of the doorknob turning attracted his attention and he stood up as Elrohir walked out and softly shut the door behind him.
"Lord Elrond went to bed; he left instructions for him to be woken if his help is needed. How is she?" Legolas asked.
"She has finally fallen asleep. She is taking the loss of her brother badly, but I believe that with time, her wounds might be healed." Elrohir said, then looking at the concerned look in his friend's eyes, he put his hand on his shoulder and motioned for them to walk down the hall. "Come, let us go to bed also. I gave her a potion that will keep her asleep for several hours."
"Good night, my friend," Elrohir said, as they reached Legolas's room and he opened the door.
Giving his friend one last encouraging look, Elrohir watched as the prince went in and closed the door behind him.
Legolas waited by his door until Elrohir's steps had faded then quietly sneaked out of his room and to the other end of the hall, where Aerin's room was located.
Opening the door quietly, Legolas entered the dark room.
Using his elven sight to guide him, Legolas made his way to the chair that had been set for Elrond beside the bed.
Looking down at the sleeping girl, he softly stroked her tangled hair and traced his fingers lightly over her tear stained cheeks.
Taking her hand in his, Legolas focused his eyes on the rhythmic rising and falling of the covers as he pulled his legs up bellow him and settled himself for the night.
***
For the second time since her arrival in Imladris, Aerin woke to bright light coming from the open windows to her left.
Shifting in the bed as she slowly tried to get up, Aerin's arm brushed against something warm.
Turning to look, she was surprised to find a blonde elf half-lying on the bed.
Looking down at the sleeping elf, Aerin couldn't help but be filled with strange sense of warmth as she softly stroked the long golden hair that was spread out against her sheets.
She stared at the lovely elf as if memorizing every enticing feature until she felt the stirring of his small body beneath her hand.
"Good morning," she barely whispered as he unburied himself from where his face had been hidden in a mass of golden hair.
"I am sorry," Legolas remarked, his pointed ears turning dark red with embarrassment, as he moved back, purposely not meeting her eyes.
He stood up, ready to flee the room, but was stopped by Aerin's hand on his.
"Do not apologize, for you do nothing but keep me company in this strange place," she smiled, meeting his cerulean eyes.
"Would you like some breakfast?" Legolas asked, smiling at her while absentmindedly stroking her hand with his.
"If you would not mind," Aerin softly answered, smiling at the elf.
Yet Legolas could not help but pick up on the saddened look in her eyes.
Deciding that he would find a way to bring light upon her eyes, Legolas walked out of the room, leaving Aerin to her thoughts.
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