Chapter 4

Legolas and Alinne walked in complete silence. He tried to listen to the nature, and to things around him. There was a slight breeze, and he could hear crickets chirping their wonderful music. He couldn't help but smile at the beauty and wonder of this place. He suddenly stopped smiling, and thought for a second about it. * If this is Mirkwood, then I am to become the king. But how can I just come back from no where and claim my position? They would all hate me! What should I do?*

His thoughts were interrupted by Alinnes voice. "Well, here we are!"

He looked up. The tree they were by was very large and tall. At the top there were 2 huts. No different in appearance than the rest he saw, but something about them had a worm welcoming feeling about them. Alinne once again interrupted his thoughts.

"The one on the right is mine, and the one on the left is Nithems."

She began to walk up the stairs, which circled around the tree. He quietly followed. When they were in Alinnes hut, she told him to wash up his face, and lie down in bed. She walked over to a closet, took out some sleeping pants and a shirt and put them on the bed. "I will come back to tend to your wounds soon" she added, and left to Nithems hut.

Legolas found a small bucket of water standing on the floor by a window. He walked over and washed his face. Thinking that Alinne might come back soon, he picked up the clothes she put on the bed, and changed into them. He then folded his clothes, and lied down in bed. It was so comfortable that Legolas couldn't help but smile.

Hearing a knock on the door and Alinnes voice saying "Are you ready? May I come in?" He answered "Yes" and sat up in bed. When Alinne walked over to the bed, he noticed that she had wrapped the arm that was hit by an arrow. He suddenly felt very selfish for forgetting about her wound, which was far worse than all of his put together.

She gently pushed him to lie down, and sat down on her knees by the bed. She moved his head so that he was looking at the wall of the hut and not her. He felt her fingers trace the scratches on his neck that she had made earlier that day with her own sword. She took a bottle off a shelf by the bed, and put the cold green liquid on his scratch.

With her hands she gently turned his head the other way, so that he was looking straight at her while she tended the wound on the other side of his neck. While she gently touched the scratches in order to see if they're serious, he looked at her.

*Wow, she has the most beautiful eyes! There is something about her...I wonder what it is that draws me to her.*

Alinne suddenly threw him a look. *Oh my God! I have been staring at her the whole time! * Blushing, Legolas turned his gaze away from her face, and took a better look around. The room was full of little shelves with different colored bottles filling each one. This room was very inviting in some way. It was beautifully decorated with flowers, leafs, and beautiful paintings of nature.

"Are there any other wounds that you have?" Not wanting to seem weak, he shook his head, and pulled the blanket up over the wound he had gotten on his shoulder while sailing. It was too late however and she noticed it was quite severe.

She pulled the blanket down so that it only covered up to his chest, and pulled the collar of the sleeping shirt down so that she could see the wound.

"Oh my..." She said after observing it for a while. She walked to a shelf and pulled down a bottle full of a bluish liquid. She pulled the cork out with her teeth, and poured some of it in her cupped hand. She dipped her finger into the liquid, which looked green in her hand, and started applying it to the sides of the wound.

After she applied all of the liquid in her hand onto his wound she quietly said. "This is very unusual. I can tell that you got it a long time ago, yet your body either cannot heal it, or just does not heal it."

"Will it become a problem?" Legolas asked. He didn't even know it was that serious.

"Well, yes, unless it has this potion to help. However, this is the last bottle we have of this one, so I will need you to come see me every day until I can make more and give you your own bottle. So do not forget! Your wound will not properly heal without this potion."

Legolas nodded in understanding. "All right, you must get your sleep, but if you wake up before me, please wake me up so that I can show you the grounds."

Without even waiting for an answer, she walked out to Nithems room.

Legolas managed to say good night before she left. He watched her as she turned around, smiled a tired looking smile, thanked him, and wished him the same.