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Chap 2: Pretty Good For A Child.
"Gandalf?" asked Med sitting up ignoring the terrible pain in her back.
"Yes it is I," he answered, "But I'm just as surprised to see you!"
"You knew where I was?" she asked amazed.
"Yes I did, and I am very surprised you chose to stay with us. Why?" the wizard pondered.
"I saw that I was unwanted at home by some and I realized I was wanted here," she quietly breathed finally noticing the pain in her back. She winced and laid back down.
Legolas just starred at her. Gandalf rushed to her side.
"Aragorn, you've treated her wound, correct?" he asked. The ranger nodded coming over by the panting child. "Good. You'll have to walk back to Edoras, Med. Can you do that?" he asked her. She bit her lip and nodded. Aragorn and Gandalf helped her to her feet and when she was up straight she stood facing Legolas.
"Remember me?" she asked sheepishly biting her lip once more. The elf rushed forward and enveloped her in a mighty hug. "Ow ow ow ow," she said as he released her. The others stood looking on.
"Ahem," coughed Gimli getting the groups attention, "I would like to know how Gandalf is back with us and where in who knows Merry and Pippin are."
"Ah yes Gimli," started the wizard as he began his tale, which you very well know and I don't think you care about it right now. "So we should really get to Edoras and meet with Denethor. Ill is the fate that he is upon and we must be on quickly. (A/N: I know they had horses at this point but ya know I really don't feel like putting them in. Sorry if you are disappointed)
"Legolas help Med walk she can lean on you for support if she needs it," ordered Aragorn moving forward following the wizard who was already moving out of the forest.
"I believe I will need some support," she whispered so quietly that only Legolas with his elven ears heard.
"I will be here to support you as long as you need it," answered the elf throwing her left arm over his shoulder and following the group. She smiled warmly at him and did her best to keep up.
When they laid down to rest at nightfall all slept uneasy. Either sprawled out on their backs or not even sleeping, (Gandalf's case), it was full of nightmares and terrible worries for the ringbearer and the other hobbits.
The next day they came upon Edoras and Legolas, using his wondorous sight, spyed out the city for them before they went upon the gates. Med still leaning upon Leggy for support was very terrified of this city, more so than any of the battles she'd been in.
"Edoras, those courts are called," counseled Gandalf as they came upon the city, "and Meduseld is that golden hall. There dwells Theoden son of Thengel, King of the Mark of Rohan. We are come with the rising of the day. Now the road lies plain to see before us. But we must ride more wairly; for war is abroad and the Rohirrim, the Horse-lords, do not sleep, even if it seem so from afar. Draw no weapon, speak no haughty word, I counsel you all, until we are come before Theoden's seat."
They all nodded silently in return. Med felt her stomach lurch. She wondered if the Rohirrim had a problem with women? She gulped. Obviously loudly, because Legolas turned his head towards her and raised an eyebrow. She just gave him an I'm-okay look and didn't bother him with her little fears. He had enough on his mind.
The men made small talk as they approached the city and Med barely listened when Aragorn sang/spoke the poem about Erol the Young in the Rohirrim language. She finally came to her senses when they arrived at the gates of Edoras.
"Who are you to approach Edoras in such strange company," asked the guard in the Rohirrim language jumping to his feet.
"If you expect an answer you should ask it in the common tongue," said Gandalf.
"Well, then explain yourself quickly, though you seem a wizard under Sauroman's power," he said in the common tongue.
"Under Saurman we are not," answered Aragorn, "Eomer must have mentioned us to your king?"
"Of Eomer I will not speak, but Theoden must have heard of you for Wormtongue came to him just 2 nights ago and none were to come into the city after that."
"Wormtongue?" asked Gandalf, "I have naught to say to him, my business is with the Lord of the Mark. We are in much haste. Will you not go and say we are come?" Gandalf bent a glinting gaze upon the guard.
"Yes, I will go," he replied slowly, "But of who shall I announce to Theoden?"
"I am Gandalf, I am back and I bring Shadowfax the Great with me. Beside me is Aragorn son of Arathorn the heir of Kings. Also are Legolas the elf and Gimli the dwarf. Go now to your master and tell him we are come."
"But who is she?" asked the guard glowering at Med.
"Medalia D'oro Graysler a princess from far off lands that even I haven't traveled to," answered Gandalf twinkling his eyes at Med. And with that the guard left. After some time he returned bidding them to follow, but they must leave their weapons with the door wardens, even Gandalfs staff.
"Oh you wouldn't take an old man's staff from him would you?" pleaded the wizard. Thankfully he was allowed to keep his staff. Legolas laid his beautiful Lothloreien bow down and warned them to keep it safe and if any harm were to come to it he would personally give them much more. Med laid down the knife Legolas had given her. The guard gave her a wary stare as if to say, "Why would a woman have a weapon?"
When all were disarmed, (well except Gandy), they were allowed into the great courts of Rohan. As Med stepped in under the beautiful gold thatched roof, she could only stand in wonder and amazement. But then she spied Theoden with Wormtongue practically perched on his shoulder.
Theoden was like a proud oak that had been the target in a lightning storm far to many times. He was so bent and old looking it was saddening to even look at him. Wormtongue was just as his name implied. He was terrible looking. All pale and sunken in. Greesy looking too. Theoden wasn't this depressing.
But then behind Theoden was a woman, Med obviously noticed her as Eowyn. She was clad in her mournful white garments, giving the group a uninterested stare.
"Greetings, Theoden son of Thengal," said Gandalf, "I am back and I bring you ill news. War in brewing and all who can need to come together and fight."
Theoden stood up and even with his supreme bentness he was still fairly tall. "Gandalf," he started, "I greet you also, but in doubt you are welcomed. You are linked to woe many times, my friend. When Shadowfax came back alone I rejoiced at his return, but still more at the lack of rider. And when Eomer gave news of you having died I did not mourn, but that was obviously wrong, because here you are!"
"Yes," agreed the pale worm at Theoden's feet, "You are ill news to us, and there is little trust in Eomer. But why have you chose to return in such an ill hour, I ask?"
"You are held wise to your master," Gandalf answered softly, "Yet there are two ways men come with evil tidings. He could be the worker of evil; or he may be such as only leaves well alone, and comes only to bring aid."
"Yes but there is a third," added Wormtonge, "It is those that pick off other men's sorrows. What is your aid Stormcrow? I see nothing that you bring that could help us, a man, an elf, and a dwarf, and a girl, what use would we have with these?"
Med opened her mouth to retort but Legolas put his hand quickly over it. She looked on as Eowyn gave her a puzzeling look.
"I see your curtesy has lessened some since days of old, Theoden son of Thegal," started Gandalf, "Have you not received the names of those you are in the presence of. We have laid our weapons at your doors that are worth much more than the men guarding them. Gey is their rament, for they were clad by the elves. Thus they hall have been through great perils to get to your hall."
"Oh, then it is true that you are in league with the sorceress of the golden wood," retorted Grima, "It is not to be wondered, for her webs of deceit."
Gimli wouldn't here that. He strode forward, but luckily Gandalf stopped him. Gandalf sang softly of the woods of Lorien but afterwards changed casting the tattered cloak aside he stood and leaned no longer on the staff; speaking in a loud clear voice.
"The wise speak only of what they know, Grima son of Galmod. A witless worm you have become. Therefore be silent and keep your forked tongue behind your teeth. I have not passed through fire and death to bandy crooked words with a serving man till the lightning falls." With that he raised his staff and a roll like thunder went throughout the hall. Every thing went dark and all that could be seen was Gandalf shining white in the middle of the room. The only thing that could be heard was Grima hissing his I-told-you-so's.
"Do ask for help, Theoden?" he asked raising his staff making a clearing in the darkness. You could see one small window with light shining back through the fog, "Not all is dark. Better help you will not find. Please allow me to counsel you outside where you have long to travel again." Slowly the old king left his chair. The hall slowly lighted again. The woman went quickly to his side taking his arm. As they reached the door Gandalf called for it to open. He took Theoden out of the hall and bid him to see his land.
"There is no dark here," said Theoden as if a small child.
As Med watched the moments that passed she felt so prevledged to be allowed to stay with these people. She couldn't wait for another battle. She wanted to revel in the glory of vanquishing foes once more. When at last Theoden was brought back to his glory, they were asked into the house and given a great feast. Med had never had a feast and she didn't think she'd ever seen so much food in her life. And she lived in an obese family! So after some time they all retired to their rooms.
Med sat on her luxurious bed with her knees drawn up to her chin. She sat lost in thought. Suddenly there was a knock on her door.
"Who's there?" she asked sharply. The door opened and she sighed with relief as Legolas walked into the room. "Oh, it's you! Sit down!" she patted the bed under her.
He sat down on the bed and silently mimicked her sitting position. She smiled happily at the elf. She lowered her legs into Indian Style. He did his best to do the same till after some try he feel off the bed.
"Are you okay?" she asked crawling over to where he fell off the bed.
"I'll be fine," he said clamoring back onto the bed and just hanging his feet over the side. They sat in silence for a while. Med couldn't stand it another minute.
"Why have you come?" she asked.
"I do not know, I just wanted to see you."
"Oh," she said nodding falling into another bout of silence.
"I remember what you said before you." he trailed off.
"Yes, I do too," she replied.
"Where did you go?" he asked.
"I went home." He looked at he as if she was going to disappear that very minute.
"And you are still there, because?"
"Because I could never stay there knowing that I have you here and Games there," she looked up at his face with tears in her eyes thinking back to his terrible laughing face.
"He said something didn't he?"
"Oh no he didn't say word, he just laughed the hardest of all," she sobbed.
"Oh Med," sighed Legolas opening his arms wide for her. She fell into his embrace sobbing. They sat there for the longest time Med just sobbing and Legolas stroking her hair whispering comfort into her ears.
"Oh Leggy," she sighed when she finally stopped crying, "I'm so glad I stayed here."
"So am I Med," he answered gently kissing her forehead.
"You aren't just saying that so you can get 'some' are you?" she asked smiling.
"Some of what?" he asked.
"You know, some ass, some lovin', some. Oh never mind!" she waved her hand to dismiss the subject. The poor puzzled elf just sat there facing the laughing teen confused as hell.
"I wish I knew what you were talking about half the time," he shook his head playfully.
"Well, I wish I knew what the hell you looking at half the time," she retorted.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"It means what the hell are you looking at when you stare off into space where only your pretty little elven eyes can see," she joked, "What is there a strip club about 3 miles off?"
"Strip club?"
"Oh never mind."
"No! I want to know,"
"Really?"
"Yes."
"It's uh."
"What?!"
"Uh. a place where men go to see women dance around naked. Hence the strip for striping their clothes off."
"Do they pay for this?"
"Yup!"
"Why, they could probably get it for free at home."
"Ha!" she laughed, "Depends on who you live with."
"Your people confuse me sometimes."
"Well, so do yours Leggy-boy," she retorted.
"It's strange."
"What"
"How we don't really understand each other's races but yet I understand you as if you were my kin,"
"Well, I do know that I am not a single part elvish, but I think I'm German. Don't answer just nod your head." Legolas did as he was told, Med found this hilarious and fell forward onto him laughing. "It's odd how we can find any humor at all in such dark days," she said leaning her head onto his warm chest and closing her eyes.
He bent his head over to look at her. "Comfortable?"
"Uh huh," she nodded not even opening her eyes. He bent forward and kissed the top of her head. She looked up at his face and reached up and touched his nose.
"You have the cutest nose I've ever seen," she mused.
"Is that a good thing?" he asked smiling.
"You better Leggy dear," she answered kissing his nose gently. She scooted over on the bed and sat next to him. They both leaned back on the wall behind them. She laid her head on his shoulder and they just sat in silence for a while.
"Your shoulder is the perfect fit for my head too," she said out of the blue.
"I guess that means we're meant to be together," he smiled down at the tired girl on his shoulder.
"I don't think we need a second opinion from your shoulder to tell that one," she yawned putting her arms around his neck. She breathed, once, twice, it felt good to be alive right now. To have him next to her. To see his sparkling eyes smile down at her. "Ya know what else?" she asked.
"What else?"
"You smell really good, have you showered yet?"
"Um."
"That's good." She yawned again.
"You're tired, I should go." He whispered.
"No I'm not, please stay Leggy," yawn, "I like sitting here talking about you," yawn, "Don't you?"
"You are yawning every 5 words, besides we both have big days tomorrow."
"Alright," she pouted, "Will you tuck me in though?"
He smiled at her childness, she became delirious when she was sleepy. "Alright," he consented. He scooched off the bed and watched her crawl toward the head of the bed and get under the covers. "You seem pretty tucked already." He joked.
"Then how 'bout a kiss goodnight?" she asked.
"Alright then," he bent forward to kiss her forehead, but she lifted her head and kissed him on the lips. He was taken by surprise when she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer not letting her lips become parted from his. When she finally let him go he was wide eyed and all he could do was look down at the grinning girl below him.
"Pretty good for a child, eh?" she asked.
He just bent down and kissed her forehead, "Sweet dreams my lovely," he whispered. As he left the room he looked back and saw she had already laid down and turned over to sleep. "If I make it out of this war alive, I will make sure she is happy for the rest of her life," he said to himself. He walked out of the room and down the corridor to his own where sleep awaited him along with dreams of pain, sorrow, and hate. But Med slept soundly till the next morning.
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There you are, Chap. 2. Hope you liked it, because that took me about an entire day to write. I have done a lot of research for this chapter and if you don't like it, then I don't give a shit, cause it's 1 o'clock in the morning and I am tired as hell. Panda.3 more days noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And 2 more days till marching starts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Okay you guys. give me about a week for the next chapter okay, I made you an extra long one just to tide you over. 3 ya's-Godspeed-DB:D
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Chap 2: Pretty Good For A Child.
"Gandalf?" asked Med sitting up ignoring the terrible pain in her back.
"Yes it is I," he answered, "But I'm just as surprised to see you!"
"You knew where I was?" she asked amazed.
"Yes I did, and I am very surprised you chose to stay with us. Why?" the wizard pondered.
"I saw that I was unwanted at home by some and I realized I was wanted here," she quietly breathed finally noticing the pain in her back. She winced and laid back down.
Legolas just starred at her. Gandalf rushed to her side.
"Aragorn, you've treated her wound, correct?" he asked. The ranger nodded coming over by the panting child. "Good. You'll have to walk back to Edoras, Med. Can you do that?" he asked her. She bit her lip and nodded. Aragorn and Gandalf helped her to her feet and when she was up straight she stood facing Legolas.
"Remember me?" she asked sheepishly biting her lip once more. The elf rushed forward and enveloped her in a mighty hug. "Ow ow ow ow," she said as he released her. The others stood looking on.
"Ahem," coughed Gimli getting the groups attention, "I would like to know how Gandalf is back with us and where in who knows Merry and Pippin are."
"Ah yes Gimli," started the wizard as he began his tale, which you very well know and I don't think you care about it right now. "So we should really get to Edoras and meet with Denethor. Ill is the fate that he is upon and we must be on quickly. (A/N: I know they had horses at this point but ya know I really don't feel like putting them in. Sorry if you are disappointed)
"Legolas help Med walk she can lean on you for support if she needs it," ordered Aragorn moving forward following the wizard who was already moving out of the forest.
"I believe I will need some support," she whispered so quietly that only Legolas with his elven ears heard.
"I will be here to support you as long as you need it," answered the elf throwing her left arm over his shoulder and following the group. She smiled warmly at him and did her best to keep up.
When they laid down to rest at nightfall all slept uneasy. Either sprawled out on their backs or not even sleeping, (Gandalf's case), it was full of nightmares and terrible worries for the ringbearer and the other hobbits.
The next day they came upon Edoras and Legolas, using his wondorous sight, spyed out the city for them before they went upon the gates. Med still leaning upon Leggy for support was very terrified of this city, more so than any of the battles she'd been in.
"Edoras, those courts are called," counseled Gandalf as they came upon the city, "and Meduseld is that golden hall. There dwells Theoden son of Thengel, King of the Mark of Rohan. We are come with the rising of the day. Now the road lies plain to see before us. But we must ride more wairly; for war is abroad and the Rohirrim, the Horse-lords, do not sleep, even if it seem so from afar. Draw no weapon, speak no haughty word, I counsel you all, until we are come before Theoden's seat."
They all nodded silently in return. Med felt her stomach lurch. She wondered if the Rohirrim had a problem with women? She gulped. Obviously loudly, because Legolas turned his head towards her and raised an eyebrow. She just gave him an I'm-okay look and didn't bother him with her little fears. He had enough on his mind.
The men made small talk as they approached the city and Med barely listened when Aragorn sang/spoke the poem about Erol the Young in the Rohirrim language. She finally came to her senses when they arrived at the gates of Edoras.
"Who are you to approach Edoras in such strange company," asked the guard in the Rohirrim language jumping to his feet.
"If you expect an answer you should ask it in the common tongue," said Gandalf.
"Well, then explain yourself quickly, though you seem a wizard under Sauroman's power," he said in the common tongue.
"Under Saurman we are not," answered Aragorn, "Eomer must have mentioned us to your king?"
"Of Eomer I will not speak, but Theoden must have heard of you for Wormtongue came to him just 2 nights ago and none were to come into the city after that."
"Wormtongue?" asked Gandalf, "I have naught to say to him, my business is with the Lord of the Mark. We are in much haste. Will you not go and say we are come?" Gandalf bent a glinting gaze upon the guard.
"Yes, I will go," he replied slowly, "But of who shall I announce to Theoden?"
"I am Gandalf, I am back and I bring Shadowfax the Great with me. Beside me is Aragorn son of Arathorn the heir of Kings. Also are Legolas the elf and Gimli the dwarf. Go now to your master and tell him we are come."
"But who is she?" asked the guard glowering at Med.
"Medalia D'oro Graysler a princess from far off lands that even I haven't traveled to," answered Gandalf twinkling his eyes at Med. And with that the guard left. After some time he returned bidding them to follow, but they must leave their weapons with the door wardens, even Gandalfs staff.
"Oh you wouldn't take an old man's staff from him would you?" pleaded the wizard. Thankfully he was allowed to keep his staff. Legolas laid his beautiful Lothloreien bow down and warned them to keep it safe and if any harm were to come to it he would personally give them much more. Med laid down the knife Legolas had given her. The guard gave her a wary stare as if to say, "Why would a woman have a weapon?"
When all were disarmed, (well except Gandy), they were allowed into the great courts of Rohan. As Med stepped in under the beautiful gold thatched roof, she could only stand in wonder and amazement. But then she spied Theoden with Wormtongue practically perched on his shoulder.
Theoden was like a proud oak that had been the target in a lightning storm far to many times. He was so bent and old looking it was saddening to even look at him. Wormtongue was just as his name implied. He was terrible looking. All pale and sunken in. Greesy looking too. Theoden wasn't this depressing.
But then behind Theoden was a woman, Med obviously noticed her as Eowyn. She was clad in her mournful white garments, giving the group a uninterested stare.
"Greetings, Theoden son of Thengal," said Gandalf, "I am back and I bring you ill news. War in brewing and all who can need to come together and fight."
Theoden stood up and even with his supreme bentness he was still fairly tall. "Gandalf," he started, "I greet you also, but in doubt you are welcomed. You are linked to woe many times, my friend. When Shadowfax came back alone I rejoiced at his return, but still more at the lack of rider. And when Eomer gave news of you having died I did not mourn, but that was obviously wrong, because here you are!"
"Yes," agreed the pale worm at Theoden's feet, "You are ill news to us, and there is little trust in Eomer. But why have you chose to return in such an ill hour, I ask?"
"You are held wise to your master," Gandalf answered softly, "Yet there are two ways men come with evil tidings. He could be the worker of evil; or he may be such as only leaves well alone, and comes only to bring aid."
"Yes but there is a third," added Wormtonge, "It is those that pick off other men's sorrows. What is your aid Stormcrow? I see nothing that you bring that could help us, a man, an elf, and a dwarf, and a girl, what use would we have with these?"
Med opened her mouth to retort but Legolas put his hand quickly over it. She looked on as Eowyn gave her a puzzeling look.
"I see your curtesy has lessened some since days of old, Theoden son of Thegal," started Gandalf, "Have you not received the names of those you are in the presence of. We have laid our weapons at your doors that are worth much more than the men guarding them. Gey is their rament, for they were clad by the elves. Thus they hall have been through great perils to get to your hall."
"Oh, then it is true that you are in league with the sorceress of the golden wood," retorted Grima, "It is not to be wondered, for her webs of deceit."
Gimli wouldn't here that. He strode forward, but luckily Gandalf stopped him. Gandalf sang softly of the woods of Lorien but afterwards changed casting the tattered cloak aside he stood and leaned no longer on the staff; speaking in a loud clear voice.
"The wise speak only of what they know, Grima son of Galmod. A witless worm you have become. Therefore be silent and keep your forked tongue behind your teeth. I have not passed through fire and death to bandy crooked words with a serving man till the lightning falls." With that he raised his staff and a roll like thunder went throughout the hall. Every thing went dark and all that could be seen was Gandalf shining white in the middle of the room. The only thing that could be heard was Grima hissing his I-told-you-so's.
"Do ask for help, Theoden?" he asked raising his staff making a clearing in the darkness. You could see one small window with light shining back through the fog, "Not all is dark. Better help you will not find. Please allow me to counsel you outside where you have long to travel again." Slowly the old king left his chair. The hall slowly lighted again. The woman went quickly to his side taking his arm. As they reached the door Gandalf called for it to open. He took Theoden out of the hall and bid him to see his land.
"There is no dark here," said Theoden as if a small child.
As Med watched the moments that passed she felt so prevledged to be allowed to stay with these people. She couldn't wait for another battle. She wanted to revel in the glory of vanquishing foes once more. When at last Theoden was brought back to his glory, they were asked into the house and given a great feast. Med had never had a feast and she didn't think she'd ever seen so much food in her life. And she lived in an obese family! So after some time they all retired to their rooms.
Med sat on her luxurious bed with her knees drawn up to her chin. She sat lost in thought. Suddenly there was a knock on her door.
"Who's there?" she asked sharply. The door opened and she sighed with relief as Legolas walked into the room. "Oh, it's you! Sit down!" she patted the bed under her.
He sat down on the bed and silently mimicked her sitting position. She smiled happily at the elf. She lowered her legs into Indian Style. He did his best to do the same till after some try he feel off the bed.
"Are you okay?" she asked crawling over to where he fell off the bed.
"I'll be fine," he said clamoring back onto the bed and just hanging his feet over the side. They sat in silence for a while. Med couldn't stand it another minute.
"Why have you come?" she asked.
"I do not know, I just wanted to see you."
"Oh," she said nodding falling into another bout of silence.
"I remember what you said before you." he trailed off.
"Yes, I do too," she replied.
"Where did you go?" he asked.
"I went home." He looked at he as if she was going to disappear that very minute.
"And you are still there, because?"
"Because I could never stay there knowing that I have you here and Games there," she looked up at his face with tears in her eyes thinking back to his terrible laughing face.
"He said something didn't he?"
"Oh no he didn't say word, he just laughed the hardest of all," she sobbed.
"Oh Med," sighed Legolas opening his arms wide for her. She fell into his embrace sobbing. They sat there for the longest time Med just sobbing and Legolas stroking her hair whispering comfort into her ears.
"Oh Leggy," she sighed when she finally stopped crying, "I'm so glad I stayed here."
"So am I Med," he answered gently kissing her forehead.
"You aren't just saying that so you can get 'some' are you?" she asked smiling.
"Some of what?" he asked.
"You know, some ass, some lovin', some. Oh never mind!" she waved her hand to dismiss the subject. The poor puzzled elf just sat there facing the laughing teen confused as hell.
"I wish I knew what you were talking about half the time," he shook his head playfully.
"Well, I wish I knew what the hell you looking at half the time," she retorted.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"It means what the hell are you looking at when you stare off into space where only your pretty little elven eyes can see," she joked, "What is there a strip club about 3 miles off?"
"Strip club?"
"Oh never mind."
"No! I want to know,"
"Really?"
"Yes."
"It's uh."
"What?!"
"Uh. a place where men go to see women dance around naked. Hence the strip for striping their clothes off."
"Do they pay for this?"
"Yup!"
"Why, they could probably get it for free at home."
"Ha!" she laughed, "Depends on who you live with."
"Your people confuse me sometimes."
"Well, so do yours Leggy-boy," she retorted.
"It's strange."
"What"
"How we don't really understand each other's races but yet I understand you as if you were my kin,"
"Well, I do know that I am not a single part elvish, but I think I'm German. Don't answer just nod your head." Legolas did as he was told, Med found this hilarious and fell forward onto him laughing. "It's odd how we can find any humor at all in such dark days," she said leaning her head onto his warm chest and closing her eyes.
He bent his head over to look at her. "Comfortable?"
"Uh huh," she nodded not even opening her eyes. He bent forward and kissed the top of her head. She looked up at his face and reached up and touched his nose.
"You have the cutest nose I've ever seen," she mused.
"Is that a good thing?" he asked smiling.
"You better Leggy dear," she answered kissing his nose gently. She scooted over on the bed and sat next to him. They both leaned back on the wall behind them. She laid her head on his shoulder and they just sat in silence for a while.
"Your shoulder is the perfect fit for my head too," she said out of the blue.
"I guess that means we're meant to be together," he smiled down at the tired girl on his shoulder.
"I don't think we need a second opinion from your shoulder to tell that one," she yawned putting her arms around his neck. She breathed, once, twice, it felt good to be alive right now. To have him next to her. To see his sparkling eyes smile down at her. "Ya know what else?" she asked.
"What else?"
"You smell really good, have you showered yet?"
"Um."
"That's good." She yawned again.
"You're tired, I should go." He whispered.
"No I'm not, please stay Leggy," yawn, "I like sitting here talking about you," yawn, "Don't you?"
"You are yawning every 5 words, besides we both have big days tomorrow."
"Alright," she pouted, "Will you tuck me in though?"
He smiled at her childness, she became delirious when she was sleepy. "Alright," he consented. He scooched off the bed and watched her crawl toward the head of the bed and get under the covers. "You seem pretty tucked already." He joked.
"Then how 'bout a kiss goodnight?" she asked.
"Alright then," he bent forward to kiss her forehead, but she lifted her head and kissed him on the lips. He was taken by surprise when she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer not letting her lips become parted from his. When she finally let him go he was wide eyed and all he could do was look down at the grinning girl below him.
"Pretty good for a child, eh?" she asked.
He just bent down and kissed her forehead, "Sweet dreams my lovely," he whispered. As he left the room he looked back and saw she had already laid down and turned over to sleep. "If I make it out of this war alive, I will make sure she is happy for the rest of her life," he said to himself. He walked out of the room and down the corridor to his own where sleep awaited him along with dreams of pain, sorrow, and hate. But Med slept soundly till the next morning.
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There you are, Chap. 2. Hope you liked it, because that took me about an entire day to write. I have done a lot of research for this chapter and if you don't like it, then I don't give a shit, cause it's 1 o'clock in the morning and I am tired as hell. Panda.3 more days noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And 2 more days till marching starts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Okay you guys. give me about a week for the next chapter okay, I made you an extra long one just to tide you over. 3 ya's-Godspeed-DB:D