AUTHOR'S NOTE:
WOW!!! I managed to finish this chapter in record time, and it's the longest one yet! My sudden burst of inspiration, of course, has everything to do with the wonderful reviewers who have been so supportive and helpful. I love you guys! This is totally for you. I'm really happy the right people are finally getting to read this. (by the right people I mean Legolas fans and the romantically inclined folk. . . hehehe. . .)
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THE SACRIFICE
Chapter Five - Tears
Armir squirmed uncomfortably upon the grimy rock on which she sat. She cast an uneasy glance at their surroundings, once again feeling a sharp pang of homesickness at the gloomy sight.
Their party had managed to reach the Gates of Moria with no further troubles, but now that they were there, the girl half-wished that they didn't have to push through with the journey into the mines. Something about this place worried her. She felt as though bad things were sure to happen the moment they ventured inside.
Her gaze wandered over to where Gandalf stood before the doors. The wizard has been trying all sorts of passwords that could allow them to pass through. Thus far, he didn't seem to be having much success, so for the moment they were stuck in their present location, right in front of a murky lake that bounded the gates.
Aragorn was helping Sam unload their pack horse Bill, whom they had decided to set free knowing the poor pony cannot make the journey through Moria even if they forced him. A few minutes later Bill was trotting his way back from whence they had come, with Sam staring after him with a look of dismay and depression on his face.
"Bye-bye, Bill." he whispered.
"Don't worry Sam. He knows the way home." Aragorn consoled the downcast hobbit, giving him a pat on the back before leaving to join Boromir.
Armir cast Sam a look of sympathy as he walked over to settle on a rock next to hers. He was so held up in his grief he didn't even seem to realize that he was sitting closer to the maiden than ever dared to before.
The elf reached over to touch the hobbit's shoulder. "It's all right, Sam." she told him with a gentle smile. "Bill is a clever animal. He will be all right."
Sam lifted his eyes towards her and grinned back. Immediately he seemed to brighten up a little.
Just then, the sound of tiny splashes caught Armir's attention. Looking over in the direction of the lake she spotted Pippin throwing rocks into the water, trying to bounce them off its dark surface.
Aragorn quickly grabbed the hobbit's arm in mid-throw.
"Do not disturb the water." the Ranger warned, his tone so stern and foreboding Pippin obeyed him at once.
At the same moment, Legolas appeared before Armir, his blue eyes regarding her with concern.
"How are you doing?" he asked softly, going down on one knee so he would be at face level with her as he spoke.
Armir gave him what she hoped was a reassuring smile. "All right." she answered with a sigh. "Just a little tired, that's all." In the corner of her eye, she noticed Sam stand and move away to give her and Legolas some privacy.
Her guardian elf was silent for a few moments after that, his gaze shifting uneasily as he seemed to ponder on what to say next. Finally, he placed a hand lightly on her knee and looked her straight in the eye. Strangely enough, though his touch still caused an involuntary shiver to course through her body, Armir felt no desire this time to draw away from him. She was far too mesmerized by the gleam in his stare to even move.
"Armir, I know I have been acting strangely lately." he began, shifting his weight uncomfortably but still keeping his gaze locked onto hers. " And I am sorry if I have offended you in any way because of it. I hope you are not too angry with me."
"No, of course not!" Armir exclaimed hastily, her brow creasing with puzzlement. "Legolas, you have never given me any reason to be angry with you. Where is this coming from?"
The elf paused, as if considering his answer to her inquiry. Armir could see unmistakable hesitation clouding his handsome face. At last he shook his head, causing the maiden's heart to sink in disappointment. Whatever it was that was bothering him, he wasn't about to reveal it to her now.
"Never mind." Legolas said, brushing the issue away dismissively. He smiled and patted her arm. "I am just happy to have cleared that up."
"But. . ." Armir started to say, before the grinding sound of shifting stone interrupted them. The two elves looked over towards the doors of the mines, and saw that they had at last swung open.
As she watched their other companions begin to enter the mines one by one, Armir felt her insides grow cold with trepidation, a reaction so strong and sudden it surprised even herself. Legolas must have noticed the sudden draining of color from her cheeks, for she immediately felt a strong hand take hers.
"Do not be afraid." he whispered, as he helped her rise to her feet. "I will not let anything happen to you." He squeezed her palm gently, and stared into her eyes once more to confirm the sincerity of his words. "I swore it your grandfather, and I swear it to you now. Please, have faith in me."
Armir nodded, feeling as though the heavy burden was somehow eased off her shoulders as the elf gently led her to the dreaded entrance.
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"Soon, mister elf, you will enjoy the fabled hospitality of the dwarves!" Gimli boasted loudly to Legolas, as the two of them walked side by side further into the darkness of the cavernous Moria. "Roaring fires, malt beer, red meat off the bone . . ."
Legolas refrained from rolled his eyes and instead tried to focus on penetrating the shadows. Even with his gift of enhanced senses, it was terribly difficult to make out anything in this place. He could tell easily however, that he was not going to enjoy their hike through this dwarf hole one bit. Every bone in his body seemed to warn him of imminent danger ready to spring out any second. For sure, Moria was no place for fun and relaxation, no matter what the chattering dwarf beside him might say.
The elf frowned as he gave up trying to use his eyes. Instead he strained his ears, and listened carefully for any noise that may give signs of things amiss. At once he was able to tell that there was something strange about the way their footsteps crunched against the ground. It seemed as though they were treading on something other than gravel.
"This is the home of my cousin Balin." Gimli went on, oblivious to the fact that Legolas was no longer paying him any attention. "And they call it a mine. A mine!"
Tilting his head up, Legolas sniffed the clammy, musty air and cringed. The chamber reeked of putrid flesh and old bones. . .
His eyes widened. Dead bodies.
Just then, a white glow flashed and lit up the gloomy cave considerably. Looking to the source, Legolas saw that Gandalf had used his staff to provide them with light. It was one not too bright, but just enough to allow them a clear view of their surroundings.
The elf then turned his gaze to the ground and confirmed his fears.
"This is no mine." he heard Boromir say in rising alarm. "It's a tomb!"
Legolas spun around, taking in the dreadful sight. Decaying skeletons too many to count, aged in appearance yet still dressed in rusted armor, littered the floor all about them. Their faces were contorted in various expressions of pain and fear.
"No!" Gimli yelled in horror, falling to his knees beside one of the corpses.
Legolas bent over and pulled out an arrow that was lodged into the neck of one dead soldier. He instantly recognized the weapon's design, as well as the foul smell that lingered on its slimy shaft.
"Goblins!" he muttered. His defensive reflexes launching, the elf threw the goblin arrow down and reached for his bow. In one swift motion he had an arrow notched and ready for firing.
Then, he remembered Armir. He turned swiftly, eyes searching in alarm for where he had left the princess.
When they entered the tomb Gandalf had ordered Legolas, as the Fellowship's designated scout, to lead the group along with him and Gimli, while Armir stayed safely at the back of the procession with the hobbits. Knowing better than to argue with the wizard, Legolas reluctantly did as he was told and left the maiden in the care of Aragorn.
He finally caught sight of Armir with Merry and Pippin, who had drawn their swords and taken a protective formation in front of her. They were beginning to back up towards the still open door, as if anticipating a hasty retreat.
"We make for the Gap of Rohan." Boromir said in a panicked voice that intensified with each word that left his mouth. "We should never have come here."
Legolas turned to face him, the thoughts in his mind echoing the man's cries.
"Get out! Get out!" Boromir bellowed.
Just then, a terrified shout rang from the doors, alerting the Fellowship members who were further inside the cave. Legolas momentarily froze in place upon identifying the owner of the voice.
Frodo.
"Strider!" he heard Sam yell hysterically, as frenzied chaos ensued where the hobbits were positioned behind him. There were noises of a mad scuffle and wild splashing.
Seconds later a second scream sounded, higher and more piercing this time.
Legolas' heart dropped to his stomach. Armir!
Cursing himself for leaving her side, the elf tore towards the entrance, his loaded bow ready at hand. By the time he stepped outside, Aragorn and Boromir were already there. Terror seized Legolas as he beheld the havoc occurring at the lake.
A colossal, hideous monster had surfaced from the dark waters, roaring an ear-splitting cry and flailing a dozen or more massive tentacle-like arms in the air. In one arm it held the Ring Bearer, dangling the poor hobbit high up by the leg. In another arm it had Armir, clenching her waist in a crushing grip and waving her menacingly above its open jaws.
An outraged scream erupted from Legolas' throat. In the blink of an eye he raised his bow and shot at the terrible creature. His arrow stabbed directly at the arm that held Armir, causing the monster to thrash in pain and thus distracting it from its intent to drop the maiden into its mouth.
Meanwhile, Aragorn and Boromir were hard at work hacking off whatever tentacles came within their reach. The Ranger managed to slash the tentacle that grasped Frodo. Boromir raced forward to catch the hobbit as he fell.
"Aragorn!" Legolas bellowed, his voice louder and more vehement than it ever sounded in his entire life. He raised his bow once more and aimed for the monster's black pupil. "Armir!"
Fortunately, the man was able to understand the elf's intent instantly. Legolas let his arrow fly, and it shot right on the mark. With an agonized shriek, the creature lost its grip on its victim. Moving swiftly, Aragorn managed to snag the rescued maiden just before she hit the water.
In order to buy more time for Boromir and Aragorn to escape, Legolas fired yet another arrow and successfully maimed the monster's other eye. It howled in pain and anger and lashed out violently with all of its arms, reaching blindly for its attackers.
"Into the mines!" Gandalf shouted.
Legolas waited for all his companions to reach safety before he himself retreated. As they darted back through the doors he could hear tentacles flaying in pursuit. Suddenly, there was a deafening rumble, followed by a shower of dust and broken rock. Then, they were enveloped in total darkness.
They escaped the monster, but it had sealed the doors behind them. They were now trapped inside the mines.
After a few moments of stunned silence, a grave, somewhat weary voice finally spoke.
"Now we have but one choice."
Suddenly Gandalf's face was illuminated in the soft light radiating from his staff. He stared around at the stricken faces gazing back at him before continuing.
"We must face the long dark of Moria."
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"Armir? Are you all right?"
A small gasp escaped the maiden's lips as she jerked with surprise at the sudden touch on her shoulder. She looked behind her and felt immediate relaxation when she realized it was only Aragorn.
"Yes." she whispered, lowering her face from view to spare herself the trouble of having to cover up the direct lie.
There was a brief silence before she sensed a pair of strong arms pull her into a tender embrace.
Armir stiffened at first as the Ranger drew her close to rest against his warm body. Her resistance failed soon enough, however, when the pent up terror and grief that had been burbling inside for the past few hours finally escaped her control. At last she broke down in silent tears, burying her face against her friend's chest.
Aragorn said nothing, but instead planted a kiss on her forehead and continued to stroke her head consolingly. He knew that no words had to be spoken. All Armir needed was the chance to release her tensions and be assured that things were all right, at least for the meantime.
Armir choked back her sobs, struggling to restrain herself in spite of the throbbing ache in her heart. It had been hours since her near-death experience with the lake monster, and a long trek through Moria had occurred before they finally stopped for a rest. She had passed through all that in a daze, unable to break down and set free her emotions in worry of troubling her companions. It was only now in Aragorn's comforting arms that she was granted the opportunity to let it all out, away from the concerned eyes of their other friends.
"It is all right, Seleramin." Aragorn murmured softly against her hair. "Do not fight it. Let out what you feel, and worry no more. Nothing will harm you now."
Armir sighed shakily as her surrogate brother continued to cradle her in his embrace, his heartfelt care effectively drawing all her anxieties away. As her distressed mind began to clear, she was able to consider what exactly was the cause of the intense fear suffocating her inside.
That was when it finally stuck her.
Her encounter with the monster truly aroused a terror she had never undergone in her life, but that was not the primary reason for the turmoil in her heart. What really troubled her were the thoughts that had filled her mind when she brushed with death in that terrifying occasion. Her seemingly final thoughts had not been of her home, her parents or her friends, and not even of her beloved grandfather. All she could think of during those crucial moments was Legolas, and how she badly wanted to tell him before she died that. . . she loved him.
She LOVED him.
Armir trembled as the startling realization, the undeniable truth, hit hard. The minute she first laid eyes on him she was aware of her attraction to the elf-prince's beauty and kindness. She just never realized she had already fallen for him that way, so quickly and so deeply. A confusing rush of excitement tainted with despair overshadowed the hope in her spirit when an unpromising question taunted her.
Did Legolas share in her feelings? Could he ever?
The possibility of receiving a negative answer was her greatest fear of all.
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From where he sat alone Legolas could hear Armir's hushed sobs. He balled up his hands into fists and turned his head away, forcing himself not to glance in the direction where he knew she stood in Aragorn's embrace.
He had failed her.
The harsh realization cut deeply into Legolas' soul, causing him a torturous pain unlike any he had ever suffered before. The knowledge that he had let her down, had risked her life, and had fallen short of his vow to always keep her protected, brought back to the elf something he had never had since he was but an infant.
Tears.
The elf inhaled sharply, and with much effort successfully drove away the beads threatening to spill from his eyes. Trying to soothe his agony he buried his face behind his hands, leaning his elbows upon his knees for support.
Bitter thoughts assailed his troubled mind. How could he have been so stupid as to leave her?! The trauma Armir was suffering now was all his fault. How could he ever expect her to trust him again, much less care for him, if he could not even fulfill his duty to her properly? It was no wonder that she refused to speak to him after the incident at the gate. She had stayed by Aragorn's side during their entire march through the first stretch of Moria, making it very obvious that she no longer had faith the elf's company or protection. This time, he could not blame her, or even harbor any jealousies over her actions.
Legolas shook his head miserably. Any chance he ever had to win her heart was now lost, and he had no one to blame but himself.
"I am a fool." the elf thought resentfully. "I do not deserve her. Perhaps I never did, and was only deceiving myself into thinking she could ever love me. "
Long minutes passed and he remained that way, brooding over such thoughts and striving to decide on what he should do at this point.
Perhaps he should just steer clear of her from then on, and hopefully his feelings for her will just wear off. He can surrender his duties as her guardian to Aragorn, since it seemed as though she preferred the Ranger's protection over his anyway. In time, maybe he will learn to forget about her completely and simply return to his life the way it was before they even met.
Legolas considered this possibility for a moment, then quickly dismissed it.
It would never work. Deep inside, he knew he would never be able to deny what his heart felt for the princess. Besides, it was a cowardly way out. He had made a promise to Lord Elrond, and has never broken a promise in his life. He wasn't about to start now, especially when it was one so crucial.
Legolas squared his shoulders determinedly. Whether Armir liked it or not, he was not going to leave her alone. He was no love-sick weakling. He was a warrior, and one who did not give up so easily. He was going to fulfill the task that had been assigned to him, and he was going to do it well.
Even if it killed him. . . by battle or by a broken heart
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Armir tossed over on her blanket restlessly, trying find a relaxed position upon the cold hard ground. Finally, she sighed and sat up. It was no use; she was never going to find rest or peace in this sinister place. Especially not when there were so many disturbing thoughts haunting her mind.
The maiden pulled her knees against her chest and laid her chin upon them miserably. Now, more than ever, she felt incredibly homesick. She hated these mines. They were dark, cold, and lifeless, and somehow redolent of death and evil. The shadows made her feel so vulnerable, and she could not shake off the feeling that something terribly wrong was going to happen very soon.
Armir felt tears prick her eyes, wanting release, but she quickly blinked them away. She was sick of crying. She had been weeping for the past half hour and her head still throbbed dreadfully because of it. She had then resolved to be brave and strong, just as her grandfather had counted on her to be. She refused to be the poor helpless damsel any longer.
But the truth was, she felt far from being courageous at the moment. She was cold, hurt and tired. The ache caused by the anxiety and sorrow in her heart begged for consolation. Aragorn had done his best to comfort her, but there was something lacking in the Ranger's embrace, something Armir knew that only one person possessed.
Shaking her head in despair, Armir sighed wearily. She needed Legolas, and badly. Her grandfather had been right when he said she would find in the Mirkwood elf a certain coziness no other member in the Fellowship would be able to give. She had previously thought it was because he was a kinsman and therefore a kindred spirit, but now she knew that was not the real reason.
Armir bit her lip hesitantly. She couldn't go to Legolas now. Not when her feelings for him were so newly discovered. She sensed that if he just took her in his arms she would end up blurting out the truth to him, and that would of course be humiliating. Besides, it seemed as though her guardian was upset with her. He had avoided her explicitly during their earlier trek through Moria, so she had no choice but to seek Aragorn. It seemed that Legolas refused to look at her, much less speak to her.
But why would he be angry? Had she done anything wrong or offensive? Perhaps it was because of the way she had placed herself in danger at the gates of Moria. Legolas must have been furious by how foolish she was in trying to help free Frodo from the monster. Instead she had made the situation worse and caused him additional trouble.
Well, whatever the cause, she knew it would be best for her not to approach him for a while.
Armir peered around her, straining her eyes in order to see through the darkness. As usual, her companions had set their sleeping blankets a respectful distance away from hers. Judging from the lack of motion and the random snores that sounded every few seconds, they all seemed to be in sound sleep.
The maiden knew, however, that Aragorn had been assigned to take the first watch of the night. Making up her mind, she rose to her feet very quietly. She would go and speak to Aragorn; it was better than lying around tossing all night.
Her footsteps were noiseless as she crept across the grimy cavern floor, her gaze carefully searching for the sight of her friend. But even as she made her way through their camp area, she could spot no sight of him anywhere.
Armir stood at the edge of the raised ground where they were located. She stared down at the rocky steps they had climbed and at the gloomy darkness that lay beyond them. She felt a shiver run through her as she sensed the presence of an unknown creature nearby.
Someone- or something - was watching them.
"You should not be wandering off by yourself like this."
Armir raised a hand to her mouth, instinctively muffling a startled scream before it left her mouth. She had spun around to face the owner of the voice that had spoken, then relaxed when she realized it was only Legolas.
The elf's blue eyes glared directly at her. "What are you doing here?" he demanded, his tone rather cold and sharp. "It is not safe to leave camp without telling anyone."
Though taken aback by his unexpected brusqueness, Armir managed to reply. "I - I was just looking for Aragorn." she said meekly, avoiding the irritated gaze he was bearing down on her.
Armir sensed him stiffen slightly at her answer. "He went out to scout the perimeter for a while." he informed her frostily. "You, on the other hand, should be taking your rest. This is not the time for cuddling up to Aragorn."
By now, Legolas' sudden curtness had gone beyond surprising Armir to hurting and frightening her. She bit hard on her lip to keep it from trembling as a new flood of tears began to well in her eyes.
What he talking about? How could he be so angry with her? What was wrong?
"I could not sleep. I only wished to speak to him about something." the girl managed to whisper, the growing knot in her throat making her unable to say thing more.
"What is it now?" Legolas snapped back, dripping with sarcasm. "Something so horribly private that it cannot wait or be told to anyone else?"
Her chest now throbbing in pain, Armir stared up at him. The clear and unfamiliar fury she saw darkening his features was the last straw. One tear slid down her cheek, and all the rest followed in a stream. Soon she was sobbing beyond her control, the blur in her eyes shielding her from the sight of her guardian's angry face.
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The jealously and bitterness blinding Legolas' mind dissolved instantly as the first tear spilled over. Snapping out of his rage, he stared in horror as Armir wept in front of him, apparently too stunned and upset to move.
What has he done?!!
"Armir. . . " he whispered, reaching out to her.
Feeling his hand draw near, she jerked away quickly. Then, covering her face with one hand, she turned to leave.
"Armir, wait! Please!" Legolas called out frantically.
He managed to grab her arms before she could go far. Against her weak struggling he was able to pull her back carefully.
"Armir, I am so sorry. Please forgive me." he begged, desperation suffocating him as he felt her shaking when he drew her to him. She seemed so hurt, so frightened.
Frightened of him.
"No. . ." was all the girl could choke out, as she unsuccessfully fought not to be taken near him.
At last Legolas' embrace trapped Armir. The elf held her close, ignoring the hands that pushed feebly at his chest, trying to shove him away. With gentle fingers he caressed her hair and back in an attempt to calm the crying girl.
"Armir, you must believe me." he implored again. "I did not mean to hurt you. I was not in control of myself. Forgive me for taking it out on you."
His heartfelt plea seemed to have some effect, for moments later Armir finally yielded. Though she continued to sob her tears gradually decreased, and she allowed her head to rest against Legolas' chest as she sank resignedly into his arms.
As he continued to embrace her Legolas clenched his jaw, understanding filling him with sudden determination. He had to tell her the truth soon, before his jealousy and insecurities hurt her any further. He would sooner risk her denying him than ever making her cry again.
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Armir fidgeted uncomfortably in her seat. About an hour had passed by since Legolas' temporary outburst and her embarrassing breakdown. After things had finally calmed down and gone back to normal between them, the elf had invited her to accompany him on his watch shift since up to that point she still did not feel like sleeping. Now they sat beside each other in a silence that was broken only by an occasional exchange of a few sentences.
Armir snuck a sidelong glance at the elf next to her. As was characteristic of their kin he seemed to radiate a faint glow all about him, making him appear like a beacon of warmth and goodness in the midst of their gloomy surroundings. As she studied the intensity on his handsome face, her breath was taken away by the visual reminder of how beautiful he was, both in appearance and in spirit. This made her all the more self- conscious about her feelings for him. Was there any hope that an elf as strong and wonderful as he could return the love of a silly young maiden like her?
She had to find out.
"Legolas?"
The elf turned to gaze at her where she sat beside him. "Yes?"
Armir took a deep breath. "There is something I have to tell you." she said uneasily, fingering with the skirt of her dress.
"Oh?" Legolas responded, fully facing her in his interest. "What is it?"
"I. . . I . . am . .. " Armir opened her mouth to speak, but the words completely escaped her as Legolas' eyes bore into hers with rapt attention. As she noticed in humiliation that nothing but senseless sounds were coming out of her mouth, she lost all nerve.
"I am frightened." she finally blurted out. Upon saying it she cringed mentally and felt like kicking herself. Where did that come from?
If he found her statement strange he did not show it. Instead he gazed at her in concern and took her hand.
"Frightened about what?" he asked.
His eyes held hers for a long moment, as if seeking entry into her thoughts. Somehow Armir found the ability to give him a reply in spite of her racing heart.
"Everything." she whispered.
She then realized that what she had blurted out, though it was not what she had intended to say, was true. She WAS afraid. She feared what was to become of them as they faced the journey through Moria. She feared that she would never see her home or her grandfather again. She feared that she would fail in fulfilling her task, whatever it would turn out to be. And of course, she feared above all the day Legolas would tell her he did not, and could never, feel the same way she did about him.
He must have seen the magnitude of her anxiety from her eyes, for immediately he placed a gentle hand on her cheek, stroking it caringly .
Armir closed her eyes contentedly, finding immediate peace in the way his fingers explored the curves of her face. Suddenly she discovered that his touch no longer made her uncomfortable or apprehensive. In fact, she realized that she now yearned for it.
Just then, the motion of Legolas' hand upon her cheek stopped altogether. Instead it slid to the back of her neck, fingers threading slightly through her hair. Taken aback by the unexpected gesture, Armir opened her eyes.
She was able to see into Legolas' gaze for a brief second before his face closed in on hers. All wonder fled her mind as his soft mouth melted with hers in a slow, tender kiss. His free hand wound around her waist and pulled her closer to him. In spite of her surprise at the suddenness of it all, Armir's heart guided her response. Closing her eyes, she slid her arms around his neck and kissed him back, the passion with which her lips moved matching his.
She was the first to end the kiss. As she drew her mouth from his she felt Legolas' hand upon her waist tense up briefly in protest. Reluctantly he dropped his hold, allowing her to go a short distance away from his arms.
Armir's heart hammered uncontrollably in her chest as they stared at each other in silence for a long while. Their eyes, both full of question and anxiety, searched each other for answers.
When it seemed as though he was not going to speak or move first, Armir felt the rush of panic and humiliation return to her. The humiliation turned to despair. Did she only imagine the passion behind his kiss? Why was he not saying anything?
What should she do now?
* * *
Legolas stared wide eyed at the girl standing before him, his mind spinning and his heart pounding so heavily he feared it would burst.
He had never dared kiss a maiden that way in his life, and never had he imagined doing so could bring so much so much happiness. The sweetness of Armir's lips surpassed all the desires that he had been entertaining for many days now.
He would have found perfect joy in that moment had it not been for the horrifying realization that he had no idea of what to do next. Was he supposed to do something? Say something? What was there left to say?
He stood there dumbly, locking his gaze firmly onto Armir's and praying with all his might that he had not offended her. When he recalled the way she had returned his kiss however, he was filled with strong hope.
"Say something." Legolas pleaded in his thoughts. "Please. Anything."
Suddenly, much to his dismay, she turned away from him. Every inch of the elf's body jolted with alarm. He can't let her just walk away!
In one step Legolas closed the distance between them. Grabbing her arm, he forced her back around. As soon as she faced him, Armir tilted her head up to meet his gaze. The cloud of doubt that he saw in her blue eyes told him exactly what he was meant to do next.
"Amin mela lle." Legolas whispered, cupping her face between her hands. He held his breath after these words finally escaped him, his heart stopping completely as it waited for what was to follow.
Armir gave him a smile that instantly filled him with overwhelming joy. He didn't even have to hear her say anything for him to know what it meant.
"Amin mela lle, Legolas." she whispered, before the elf leaned in to kiss her deeply once more.
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COMING UP. . . Chapter 6 - Grief
Hope you liked that one! Hehehe. . . Thanks for reading! Remember to review!
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THE SACRIFICE
Chapter Five - Tears
Armir squirmed uncomfortably upon the grimy rock on which she sat. She cast an uneasy glance at their surroundings, once again feeling a sharp pang of homesickness at the gloomy sight.
Their party had managed to reach the Gates of Moria with no further troubles, but now that they were there, the girl half-wished that they didn't have to push through with the journey into the mines. Something about this place worried her. She felt as though bad things were sure to happen the moment they ventured inside.
Her gaze wandered over to where Gandalf stood before the doors. The wizard has been trying all sorts of passwords that could allow them to pass through. Thus far, he didn't seem to be having much success, so for the moment they were stuck in their present location, right in front of a murky lake that bounded the gates.
Aragorn was helping Sam unload their pack horse Bill, whom they had decided to set free knowing the poor pony cannot make the journey through Moria even if they forced him. A few minutes later Bill was trotting his way back from whence they had come, with Sam staring after him with a look of dismay and depression on his face.
"Bye-bye, Bill." he whispered.
"Don't worry Sam. He knows the way home." Aragorn consoled the downcast hobbit, giving him a pat on the back before leaving to join Boromir.
Armir cast Sam a look of sympathy as he walked over to settle on a rock next to hers. He was so held up in his grief he didn't even seem to realize that he was sitting closer to the maiden than ever dared to before.
The elf reached over to touch the hobbit's shoulder. "It's all right, Sam." she told him with a gentle smile. "Bill is a clever animal. He will be all right."
Sam lifted his eyes towards her and grinned back. Immediately he seemed to brighten up a little.
Just then, the sound of tiny splashes caught Armir's attention. Looking over in the direction of the lake she spotted Pippin throwing rocks into the water, trying to bounce them off its dark surface.
Aragorn quickly grabbed the hobbit's arm in mid-throw.
"Do not disturb the water." the Ranger warned, his tone so stern and foreboding Pippin obeyed him at once.
At the same moment, Legolas appeared before Armir, his blue eyes regarding her with concern.
"How are you doing?" he asked softly, going down on one knee so he would be at face level with her as he spoke.
Armir gave him what she hoped was a reassuring smile. "All right." she answered with a sigh. "Just a little tired, that's all." In the corner of her eye, she noticed Sam stand and move away to give her and Legolas some privacy.
Her guardian elf was silent for a few moments after that, his gaze shifting uneasily as he seemed to ponder on what to say next. Finally, he placed a hand lightly on her knee and looked her straight in the eye. Strangely enough, though his touch still caused an involuntary shiver to course through her body, Armir felt no desire this time to draw away from him. She was far too mesmerized by the gleam in his stare to even move.
"Armir, I know I have been acting strangely lately." he began, shifting his weight uncomfortably but still keeping his gaze locked onto hers. " And I am sorry if I have offended you in any way because of it. I hope you are not too angry with me."
"No, of course not!" Armir exclaimed hastily, her brow creasing with puzzlement. "Legolas, you have never given me any reason to be angry with you. Where is this coming from?"
The elf paused, as if considering his answer to her inquiry. Armir could see unmistakable hesitation clouding his handsome face. At last he shook his head, causing the maiden's heart to sink in disappointment. Whatever it was that was bothering him, he wasn't about to reveal it to her now.
"Never mind." Legolas said, brushing the issue away dismissively. He smiled and patted her arm. "I am just happy to have cleared that up."
"But. . ." Armir started to say, before the grinding sound of shifting stone interrupted them. The two elves looked over towards the doors of the mines, and saw that they had at last swung open.
As she watched their other companions begin to enter the mines one by one, Armir felt her insides grow cold with trepidation, a reaction so strong and sudden it surprised even herself. Legolas must have noticed the sudden draining of color from her cheeks, for she immediately felt a strong hand take hers.
"Do not be afraid." he whispered, as he helped her rise to her feet. "I will not let anything happen to you." He squeezed her palm gently, and stared into her eyes once more to confirm the sincerity of his words. "I swore it your grandfather, and I swear it to you now. Please, have faith in me."
Armir nodded, feeling as though the heavy burden was somehow eased off her shoulders as the elf gently led her to the dreaded entrance.
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"Soon, mister elf, you will enjoy the fabled hospitality of the dwarves!" Gimli boasted loudly to Legolas, as the two of them walked side by side further into the darkness of the cavernous Moria. "Roaring fires, malt beer, red meat off the bone . . ."
Legolas refrained from rolled his eyes and instead tried to focus on penetrating the shadows. Even with his gift of enhanced senses, it was terribly difficult to make out anything in this place. He could tell easily however, that he was not going to enjoy their hike through this dwarf hole one bit. Every bone in his body seemed to warn him of imminent danger ready to spring out any second. For sure, Moria was no place for fun and relaxation, no matter what the chattering dwarf beside him might say.
The elf frowned as he gave up trying to use his eyes. Instead he strained his ears, and listened carefully for any noise that may give signs of things amiss. At once he was able to tell that there was something strange about the way their footsteps crunched against the ground. It seemed as though they were treading on something other than gravel.
"This is the home of my cousin Balin." Gimli went on, oblivious to the fact that Legolas was no longer paying him any attention. "And they call it a mine. A mine!"
Tilting his head up, Legolas sniffed the clammy, musty air and cringed. The chamber reeked of putrid flesh and old bones. . .
His eyes widened. Dead bodies.
Just then, a white glow flashed and lit up the gloomy cave considerably. Looking to the source, Legolas saw that Gandalf had used his staff to provide them with light. It was one not too bright, but just enough to allow them a clear view of their surroundings.
The elf then turned his gaze to the ground and confirmed his fears.
"This is no mine." he heard Boromir say in rising alarm. "It's a tomb!"
Legolas spun around, taking in the dreadful sight. Decaying skeletons too many to count, aged in appearance yet still dressed in rusted armor, littered the floor all about them. Their faces were contorted in various expressions of pain and fear.
"No!" Gimli yelled in horror, falling to his knees beside one of the corpses.
Legolas bent over and pulled out an arrow that was lodged into the neck of one dead soldier. He instantly recognized the weapon's design, as well as the foul smell that lingered on its slimy shaft.
"Goblins!" he muttered. His defensive reflexes launching, the elf threw the goblin arrow down and reached for his bow. In one swift motion he had an arrow notched and ready for firing.
Then, he remembered Armir. He turned swiftly, eyes searching in alarm for where he had left the princess.
When they entered the tomb Gandalf had ordered Legolas, as the Fellowship's designated scout, to lead the group along with him and Gimli, while Armir stayed safely at the back of the procession with the hobbits. Knowing better than to argue with the wizard, Legolas reluctantly did as he was told and left the maiden in the care of Aragorn.
He finally caught sight of Armir with Merry and Pippin, who had drawn their swords and taken a protective formation in front of her. They were beginning to back up towards the still open door, as if anticipating a hasty retreat.
"We make for the Gap of Rohan." Boromir said in a panicked voice that intensified with each word that left his mouth. "We should never have come here."
Legolas turned to face him, the thoughts in his mind echoing the man's cries.
"Get out! Get out!" Boromir bellowed.
Just then, a terrified shout rang from the doors, alerting the Fellowship members who were further inside the cave. Legolas momentarily froze in place upon identifying the owner of the voice.
Frodo.
"Strider!" he heard Sam yell hysterically, as frenzied chaos ensued where the hobbits were positioned behind him. There were noises of a mad scuffle and wild splashing.
Seconds later a second scream sounded, higher and more piercing this time.
Legolas' heart dropped to his stomach. Armir!
Cursing himself for leaving her side, the elf tore towards the entrance, his loaded bow ready at hand. By the time he stepped outside, Aragorn and Boromir were already there. Terror seized Legolas as he beheld the havoc occurring at the lake.
A colossal, hideous monster had surfaced from the dark waters, roaring an ear-splitting cry and flailing a dozen or more massive tentacle-like arms in the air. In one arm it held the Ring Bearer, dangling the poor hobbit high up by the leg. In another arm it had Armir, clenching her waist in a crushing grip and waving her menacingly above its open jaws.
An outraged scream erupted from Legolas' throat. In the blink of an eye he raised his bow and shot at the terrible creature. His arrow stabbed directly at the arm that held Armir, causing the monster to thrash in pain and thus distracting it from its intent to drop the maiden into its mouth.
Meanwhile, Aragorn and Boromir were hard at work hacking off whatever tentacles came within their reach. The Ranger managed to slash the tentacle that grasped Frodo. Boromir raced forward to catch the hobbit as he fell.
"Aragorn!" Legolas bellowed, his voice louder and more vehement than it ever sounded in his entire life. He raised his bow once more and aimed for the monster's black pupil. "Armir!"
Fortunately, the man was able to understand the elf's intent instantly. Legolas let his arrow fly, and it shot right on the mark. With an agonized shriek, the creature lost its grip on its victim. Moving swiftly, Aragorn managed to snag the rescued maiden just before she hit the water.
In order to buy more time for Boromir and Aragorn to escape, Legolas fired yet another arrow and successfully maimed the monster's other eye. It howled in pain and anger and lashed out violently with all of its arms, reaching blindly for its attackers.
"Into the mines!" Gandalf shouted.
Legolas waited for all his companions to reach safety before he himself retreated. As they darted back through the doors he could hear tentacles flaying in pursuit. Suddenly, there was a deafening rumble, followed by a shower of dust and broken rock. Then, they were enveloped in total darkness.
They escaped the monster, but it had sealed the doors behind them. They were now trapped inside the mines.
After a few moments of stunned silence, a grave, somewhat weary voice finally spoke.
"Now we have but one choice."
Suddenly Gandalf's face was illuminated in the soft light radiating from his staff. He stared around at the stricken faces gazing back at him before continuing.
"We must face the long dark of Moria."
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"Armir? Are you all right?"
A small gasp escaped the maiden's lips as she jerked with surprise at the sudden touch on her shoulder. She looked behind her and felt immediate relaxation when she realized it was only Aragorn.
"Yes." she whispered, lowering her face from view to spare herself the trouble of having to cover up the direct lie.
There was a brief silence before she sensed a pair of strong arms pull her into a tender embrace.
Armir stiffened at first as the Ranger drew her close to rest against his warm body. Her resistance failed soon enough, however, when the pent up terror and grief that had been burbling inside for the past few hours finally escaped her control. At last she broke down in silent tears, burying her face against her friend's chest.
Aragorn said nothing, but instead planted a kiss on her forehead and continued to stroke her head consolingly. He knew that no words had to be spoken. All Armir needed was the chance to release her tensions and be assured that things were all right, at least for the meantime.
Armir choked back her sobs, struggling to restrain herself in spite of the throbbing ache in her heart. It had been hours since her near-death experience with the lake monster, and a long trek through Moria had occurred before they finally stopped for a rest. She had passed through all that in a daze, unable to break down and set free her emotions in worry of troubling her companions. It was only now in Aragorn's comforting arms that she was granted the opportunity to let it all out, away from the concerned eyes of their other friends.
"It is all right, Seleramin." Aragorn murmured softly against her hair. "Do not fight it. Let out what you feel, and worry no more. Nothing will harm you now."
Armir sighed shakily as her surrogate brother continued to cradle her in his embrace, his heartfelt care effectively drawing all her anxieties away. As her distressed mind began to clear, she was able to consider what exactly was the cause of the intense fear suffocating her inside.
That was when it finally stuck her.
Her encounter with the monster truly aroused a terror she had never undergone in her life, but that was not the primary reason for the turmoil in her heart. What really troubled her were the thoughts that had filled her mind when she brushed with death in that terrifying occasion. Her seemingly final thoughts had not been of her home, her parents or her friends, and not even of her beloved grandfather. All she could think of during those crucial moments was Legolas, and how she badly wanted to tell him before she died that. . . she loved him.
She LOVED him.
Armir trembled as the startling realization, the undeniable truth, hit hard. The minute she first laid eyes on him she was aware of her attraction to the elf-prince's beauty and kindness. She just never realized she had already fallen for him that way, so quickly and so deeply. A confusing rush of excitement tainted with despair overshadowed the hope in her spirit when an unpromising question taunted her.
Did Legolas share in her feelings? Could he ever?
The possibility of receiving a negative answer was her greatest fear of all.
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From where he sat alone Legolas could hear Armir's hushed sobs. He balled up his hands into fists and turned his head away, forcing himself not to glance in the direction where he knew she stood in Aragorn's embrace.
He had failed her.
The harsh realization cut deeply into Legolas' soul, causing him a torturous pain unlike any he had ever suffered before. The knowledge that he had let her down, had risked her life, and had fallen short of his vow to always keep her protected, brought back to the elf something he had never had since he was but an infant.
Tears.
The elf inhaled sharply, and with much effort successfully drove away the beads threatening to spill from his eyes. Trying to soothe his agony he buried his face behind his hands, leaning his elbows upon his knees for support.
Bitter thoughts assailed his troubled mind. How could he have been so stupid as to leave her?! The trauma Armir was suffering now was all his fault. How could he ever expect her to trust him again, much less care for him, if he could not even fulfill his duty to her properly? It was no wonder that she refused to speak to him after the incident at the gate. She had stayed by Aragorn's side during their entire march through the first stretch of Moria, making it very obvious that she no longer had faith the elf's company or protection. This time, he could not blame her, or even harbor any jealousies over her actions.
Legolas shook his head miserably. Any chance he ever had to win her heart was now lost, and he had no one to blame but himself.
"I am a fool." the elf thought resentfully. "I do not deserve her. Perhaps I never did, and was only deceiving myself into thinking she could ever love me. "
Long minutes passed and he remained that way, brooding over such thoughts and striving to decide on what he should do at this point.
Perhaps he should just steer clear of her from then on, and hopefully his feelings for her will just wear off. He can surrender his duties as her guardian to Aragorn, since it seemed as though she preferred the Ranger's protection over his anyway. In time, maybe he will learn to forget about her completely and simply return to his life the way it was before they even met.
Legolas considered this possibility for a moment, then quickly dismissed it.
It would never work. Deep inside, he knew he would never be able to deny what his heart felt for the princess. Besides, it was a cowardly way out. He had made a promise to Lord Elrond, and has never broken a promise in his life. He wasn't about to start now, especially when it was one so crucial.
Legolas squared his shoulders determinedly. Whether Armir liked it or not, he was not going to leave her alone. He was no love-sick weakling. He was a warrior, and one who did not give up so easily. He was going to fulfill the task that had been assigned to him, and he was going to do it well.
Even if it killed him. . . by battle or by a broken heart
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Armir tossed over on her blanket restlessly, trying find a relaxed position upon the cold hard ground. Finally, she sighed and sat up. It was no use; she was never going to find rest or peace in this sinister place. Especially not when there were so many disturbing thoughts haunting her mind.
The maiden pulled her knees against her chest and laid her chin upon them miserably. Now, more than ever, she felt incredibly homesick. She hated these mines. They were dark, cold, and lifeless, and somehow redolent of death and evil. The shadows made her feel so vulnerable, and she could not shake off the feeling that something terribly wrong was going to happen very soon.
Armir felt tears prick her eyes, wanting release, but she quickly blinked them away. She was sick of crying. She had been weeping for the past half hour and her head still throbbed dreadfully because of it. She had then resolved to be brave and strong, just as her grandfather had counted on her to be. She refused to be the poor helpless damsel any longer.
But the truth was, she felt far from being courageous at the moment. She was cold, hurt and tired. The ache caused by the anxiety and sorrow in her heart begged for consolation. Aragorn had done his best to comfort her, but there was something lacking in the Ranger's embrace, something Armir knew that only one person possessed.
Shaking her head in despair, Armir sighed wearily. She needed Legolas, and badly. Her grandfather had been right when he said she would find in the Mirkwood elf a certain coziness no other member in the Fellowship would be able to give. She had previously thought it was because he was a kinsman and therefore a kindred spirit, but now she knew that was not the real reason.
Armir bit her lip hesitantly. She couldn't go to Legolas now. Not when her feelings for him were so newly discovered. She sensed that if he just took her in his arms she would end up blurting out the truth to him, and that would of course be humiliating. Besides, it seemed as though her guardian was upset with her. He had avoided her explicitly during their earlier trek through Moria, so she had no choice but to seek Aragorn. It seemed that Legolas refused to look at her, much less speak to her.
But why would he be angry? Had she done anything wrong or offensive? Perhaps it was because of the way she had placed herself in danger at the gates of Moria. Legolas must have been furious by how foolish she was in trying to help free Frodo from the monster. Instead she had made the situation worse and caused him additional trouble.
Well, whatever the cause, she knew it would be best for her not to approach him for a while.
Armir peered around her, straining her eyes in order to see through the darkness. As usual, her companions had set their sleeping blankets a respectful distance away from hers. Judging from the lack of motion and the random snores that sounded every few seconds, they all seemed to be in sound sleep.
The maiden knew, however, that Aragorn had been assigned to take the first watch of the night. Making up her mind, she rose to her feet very quietly. She would go and speak to Aragorn; it was better than lying around tossing all night.
Her footsteps were noiseless as she crept across the grimy cavern floor, her gaze carefully searching for the sight of her friend. But even as she made her way through their camp area, she could spot no sight of him anywhere.
Armir stood at the edge of the raised ground where they were located. She stared down at the rocky steps they had climbed and at the gloomy darkness that lay beyond them. She felt a shiver run through her as she sensed the presence of an unknown creature nearby.
Someone- or something - was watching them.
"You should not be wandering off by yourself like this."
Armir raised a hand to her mouth, instinctively muffling a startled scream before it left her mouth. She had spun around to face the owner of the voice that had spoken, then relaxed when she realized it was only Legolas.
The elf's blue eyes glared directly at her. "What are you doing here?" he demanded, his tone rather cold and sharp. "It is not safe to leave camp without telling anyone."
Though taken aback by his unexpected brusqueness, Armir managed to reply. "I - I was just looking for Aragorn." she said meekly, avoiding the irritated gaze he was bearing down on her.
Armir sensed him stiffen slightly at her answer. "He went out to scout the perimeter for a while." he informed her frostily. "You, on the other hand, should be taking your rest. This is not the time for cuddling up to Aragorn."
By now, Legolas' sudden curtness had gone beyond surprising Armir to hurting and frightening her. She bit hard on her lip to keep it from trembling as a new flood of tears began to well in her eyes.
What he talking about? How could he be so angry with her? What was wrong?
"I could not sleep. I only wished to speak to him about something." the girl managed to whisper, the growing knot in her throat making her unable to say thing more.
"What is it now?" Legolas snapped back, dripping with sarcasm. "Something so horribly private that it cannot wait or be told to anyone else?"
Her chest now throbbing in pain, Armir stared up at him. The clear and unfamiliar fury she saw darkening his features was the last straw. One tear slid down her cheek, and all the rest followed in a stream. Soon she was sobbing beyond her control, the blur in her eyes shielding her from the sight of her guardian's angry face.
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The jealously and bitterness blinding Legolas' mind dissolved instantly as the first tear spilled over. Snapping out of his rage, he stared in horror as Armir wept in front of him, apparently too stunned and upset to move.
What has he done?!!
"Armir. . . " he whispered, reaching out to her.
Feeling his hand draw near, she jerked away quickly. Then, covering her face with one hand, she turned to leave.
"Armir, wait! Please!" Legolas called out frantically.
He managed to grab her arms before she could go far. Against her weak struggling he was able to pull her back carefully.
"Armir, I am so sorry. Please forgive me." he begged, desperation suffocating him as he felt her shaking when he drew her to him. She seemed so hurt, so frightened.
Frightened of him.
"No. . ." was all the girl could choke out, as she unsuccessfully fought not to be taken near him.
At last Legolas' embrace trapped Armir. The elf held her close, ignoring the hands that pushed feebly at his chest, trying to shove him away. With gentle fingers he caressed her hair and back in an attempt to calm the crying girl.
"Armir, you must believe me." he implored again. "I did not mean to hurt you. I was not in control of myself. Forgive me for taking it out on you."
His heartfelt plea seemed to have some effect, for moments later Armir finally yielded. Though she continued to sob her tears gradually decreased, and she allowed her head to rest against Legolas' chest as she sank resignedly into his arms.
As he continued to embrace her Legolas clenched his jaw, understanding filling him with sudden determination. He had to tell her the truth soon, before his jealousy and insecurities hurt her any further. He would sooner risk her denying him than ever making her cry again.
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Armir fidgeted uncomfortably in her seat. About an hour had passed by since Legolas' temporary outburst and her embarrassing breakdown. After things had finally calmed down and gone back to normal between them, the elf had invited her to accompany him on his watch shift since up to that point she still did not feel like sleeping. Now they sat beside each other in a silence that was broken only by an occasional exchange of a few sentences.
Armir snuck a sidelong glance at the elf next to her. As was characteristic of their kin he seemed to radiate a faint glow all about him, making him appear like a beacon of warmth and goodness in the midst of their gloomy surroundings. As she studied the intensity on his handsome face, her breath was taken away by the visual reminder of how beautiful he was, both in appearance and in spirit. This made her all the more self- conscious about her feelings for him. Was there any hope that an elf as strong and wonderful as he could return the love of a silly young maiden like her?
She had to find out.
"Legolas?"
The elf turned to gaze at her where she sat beside him. "Yes?"
Armir took a deep breath. "There is something I have to tell you." she said uneasily, fingering with the skirt of her dress.
"Oh?" Legolas responded, fully facing her in his interest. "What is it?"
"I. . . I . . am . .. " Armir opened her mouth to speak, but the words completely escaped her as Legolas' eyes bore into hers with rapt attention. As she noticed in humiliation that nothing but senseless sounds were coming out of her mouth, she lost all nerve.
"I am frightened." she finally blurted out. Upon saying it she cringed mentally and felt like kicking herself. Where did that come from?
If he found her statement strange he did not show it. Instead he gazed at her in concern and took her hand.
"Frightened about what?" he asked.
His eyes held hers for a long moment, as if seeking entry into her thoughts. Somehow Armir found the ability to give him a reply in spite of her racing heart.
"Everything." she whispered.
She then realized that what she had blurted out, though it was not what she had intended to say, was true. She WAS afraid. She feared what was to become of them as they faced the journey through Moria. She feared that she would never see her home or her grandfather again. She feared that she would fail in fulfilling her task, whatever it would turn out to be. And of course, she feared above all the day Legolas would tell her he did not, and could never, feel the same way she did about him.
He must have seen the magnitude of her anxiety from her eyes, for immediately he placed a gentle hand on her cheek, stroking it caringly .
Armir closed her eyes contentedly, finding immediate peace in the way his fingers explored the curves of her face. Suddenly she discovered that his touch no longer made her uncomfortable or apprehensive. In fact, she realized that she now yearned for it.
Just then, the motion of Legolas' hand upon her cheek stopped altogether. Instead it slid to the back of her neck, fingers threading slightly through her hair. Taken aback by the unexpected gesture, Armir opened her eyes.
She was able to see into Legolas' gaze for a brief second before his face closed in on hers. All wonder fled her mind as his soft mouth melted with hers in a slow, tender kiss. His free hand wound around her waist and pulled her closer to him. In spite of her surprise at the suddenness of it all, Armir's heart guided her response. Closing her eyes, she slid her arms around his neck and kissed him back, the passion with which her lips moved matching his.
She was the first to end the kiss. As she drew her mouth from his she felt Legolas' hand upon her waist tense up briefly in protest. Reluctantly he dropped his hold, allowing her to go a short distance away from his arms.
Armir's heart hammered uncontrollably in her chest as they stared at each other in silence for a long while. Their eyes, both full of question and anxiety, searched each other for answers.
When it seemed as though he was not going to speak or move first, Armir felt the rush of panic and humiliation return to her. The humiliation turned to despair. Did she only imagine the passion behind his kiss? Why was he not saying anything?
What should she do now?
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Legolas stared wide eyed at the girl standing before him, his mind spinning and his heart pounding so heavily he feared it would burst.
He had never dared kiss a maiden that way in his life, and never had he imagined doing so could bring so much so much happiness. The sweetness of Armir's lips surpassed all the desires that he had been entertaining for many days now.
He would have found perfect joy in that moment had it not been for the horrifying realization that he had no idea of what to do next. Was he supposed to do something? Say something? What was there left to say?
He stood there dumbly, locking his gaze firmly onto Armir's and praying with all his might that he had not offended her. When he recalled the way she had returned his kiss however, he was filled with strong hope.
"Say something." Legolas pleaded in his thoughts. "Please. Anything."
Suddenly, much to his dismay, she turned away from him. Every inch of the elf's body jolted with alarm. He can't let her just walk away!
In one step Legolas closed the distance between them. Grabbing her arm, he forced her back around. As soon as she faced him, Armir tilted her head up to meet his gaze. The cloud of doubt that he saw in her blue eyes told him exactly what he was meant to do next.
"Amin mela lle." Legolas whispered, cupping her face between her hands. He held his breath after these words finally escaped him, his heart stopping completely as it waited for what was to follow.
Armir gave him a smile that instantly filled him with overwhelming joy. He didn't even have to hear her say anything for him to know what it meant.
"Amin mela lle, Legolas." she whispered, before the elf leaned in to kiss her deeply once more.
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COMING UP. . . Chapter 6 - Grief
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