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 4: Harwa
Legolas walked down the dimly lit, stone hallway, walking as lightly as possible and trying not to wake anybody up.
He made his way to the kitchen, which he found was already full of activity. Elves walked around taking care of their assigned tasks as they prepared breakfast.
"Good morning, your majesty. Breakfast will not be served for another hour, but is there something you require?" A young, female elf asked, once she spotted the prince, who stood out in his rumpled, royal garments.
"Yes. I am sorry for the inconvenience, but is there any way that I could get into the pantry and get a few pieces of fruit?" Legolas asked.
"Wait here, I will get it for you," the elf said, grabbing a plate and going into the pantry where the fresh fruit was stored.
She returned with a large plate loaded with fruits, breads, and cheeses.
"Thank you," Legolas said, before walking out of the kitchen just as quietly as he had entered.
He would have liked to believe that the elf had gotten him the plate of food out of courtesy, but knew that in reality, she was merely trying to get him out of the kitchen (and out of their way) as quickly as possible.
As he made his way back up the stairs, Legolas encountered Elrohir who also seemed to be heading towards Aerin's room.
His friend looked him up and down, a smile touching his face as he noted the fact that Legolas still wore the same clothes that he had gone to bed with.
"I see that you are up very early, my friend," Elrohir said, purposely not mentioning the prince's questionable state.
"I am merely bringing her breakfast, as a show of friendship," Legolas said, a guilty look reaching his eyes, and a light flush coloring his cheeks.
"Of course," Elrohir said, following Legolas to Aerin's room and giving him a teasing look.
Legolas refused to meet his eyes as he opened the door, but smiled ruefully at his friend before entering the room.
"What would you like to eat? I have fruit, bre-" he was stopped by Elrohir's hand on his shoulder.
Legolas gave his friend a questioning look, then followed Elrohir's gaze to the bed, where Aerin had once again fallen asleep.
***
Making his way to the side of the bed, Elrohir brushed his hand over Aerin's forehead and checked for a fever or any other sign of worsening in her condition.
"It is nothing, the sedative that my father gave me can have strange effects when taken by humans. She is merely asleep," he said turning back to his friend.
Elrohir noted that for some strange reason, Legolas still remained several feet from the bed, looking down at his feet as if ashamed.
"Are you well, Legolas?" Elrohir asked, looking at his friend strangely.
"I am fine," Legolas replied, placing the plate on the table nearest him.
Elrohir looked at him, a disbelieving look on his face. He moved towards his friend, his mouth opening to say something, but was disturbed when the sudden stirring on the bed drew both their attention to the sleeping girl.
Aerin was struggling in her sleep, mumbling things that could not be made out but that did not sound pleasant.
Moving closer to her, Elrohir put his hand on her forehead and smoothed her hair back.
"She must having a nightmare," Elrohir said as he sat down on the bed next to Aerin.
Elrohir stroked the Aerin's hair as he whispered soothing words in elvish next to her ear.
Legolas watched as Aerin stopped struggling and unconsciously moved closer to Elrohir, a weird feeling rushing to the pit of his stomach.
With one backward glance at the two forms on the bed, Legolas slipped out of the room and down the hallway to his own.
*****
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 4: Harwa
Legolas walked down the dimly lit, stone hallway, walking as lightly as possible and trying not to wake anybody up.
He made his way to the kitchen, which he found was already full of activity. Elves walked around taking care of their assigned tasks as they prepared breakfast.
"Good morning, your majesty. Breakfast will not be served for another hour, but is there something you require?" A young, female elf asked, once she spotted the prince, who stood out in his rumpled, royal garments.
"Yes. I am sorry for the inconvenience, but is there any way that I could get into the pantry and get a few pieces of fruit?" Legolas asked.
"Wait here, I will get it for you," the elf said, grabbing a plate and going into the pantry where the fresh fruit was stored.
She returned with a large plate loaded with fruits, breads, and cheeses.
"Thank you," Legolas said, before walking out of the kitchen just as quietly as he had entered.
He would have liked to believe that the elf had gotten him the plate of food out of courtesy, but knew that in reality, she was merely trying to get him out of the kitchen (and out of their way) as quickly as possible.
As he made his way back up the stairs, Legolas encountered Elrohir who also seemed to be heading towards Aerin's room.
His friend looked him up and down, a smile touching his face as he noted the fact that Legolas still wore the same clothes that he had gone to bed with.
"I see that you are up very early, my friend," Elrohir said, purposely not mentioning the prince's questionable state.
"I am merely bringing her breakfast, as a show of friendship," Legolas said, a guilty look reaching his eyes, and a light flush coloring his cheeks.
"Of course," Elrohir said, following Legolas to Aerin's room and giving him a teasing look.
Legolas refused to meet his eyes as he opened the door, but smiled ruefully at his friend before entering the room.
"What would you like to eat? I have fruit, bre-" he was stopped by Elrohir's hand on his shoulder.
Legolas gave his friend a questioning look, then followed Elrohir's gaze to the bed, where Aerin had once again fallen asleep.
***
Making his way to the side of the bed, Elrohir brushed his hand over Aerin's forehead and checked for a fever or any other sign of worsening in her condition.
"It is nothing, the sedative that my father gave me can have strange effects when taken by humans. She is merely asleep," he said turning back to his friend.
Elrohir noted that for some strange reason, Legolas still remained several feet from the bed, looking down at his feet as if ashamed.
"Are you well, Legolas?" Elrohir asked, looking at his friend strangely.
"I am fine," Legolas replied, placing the plate on the table nearest him.
Elrohir looked at him, a disbelieving look on his face. He moved towards his friend, his mouth opening to say something, but was disturbed when the sudden stirring on the bed drew both their attention to the sleeping girl.
Aerin was struggling in her sleep, mumbling things that could not be made out but that did not sound pleasant.
Moving closer to her, Elrohir put his hand on her forehead and smoothed her hair back.
"She must having a nightmare," Elrohir said as he sat down on the bed next to Aerin.
Elrohir stroked the Aerin's hair as he whispered soothing words in elvish next to her ear.
Legolas watched as Aerin stopped struggling and unconsciously moved closer to Elrohir, a weird feeling rushing to the pit of his stomach.
With one backward glance at the two forms on the bed, Legolas slipped out of the room and down the hallway to his own.
*****