Ch.4- A Dream
With Aranel:
"Aranel," Legolas asked, looking around the gardens. Aranel sat on a stone bench, and looked up when Legolas had called. Tears rolled one by one down her face. "Why are you crying," he asked in elvish.
"I remembered him, Legolas. I remembered what he looked like," Aranel replied back, in elvish. Legolas had taught it to her over the pass month and Aranel had become fluent at it. "His green eyes, his black hair, and his scar, which is is shaped-"
"Like a bolt of lightning," Legolas finished. Aranel's jaw dropped,
"How did you know," she asked. Legolas sat down on the bench next to her.
"I read the book, before it was burned. A very good book, I must say," he added with a smirk, then he frowned. "But that's besides the point." He whipped away Aranel's tears with his hand, gently. "The point is that sooner or later you will remember why you loved this boy. Then you will have to choose between us. No one can make the choice for you. Not I, not Harry. Only you can choose," Legolas said, and he looked up at the sky. The two of them were silent until Aranel spoke.
"I don't want to have to choose," she said, Legolas took her hands in his, and looked into her eyes.
"I know you don't, but you will have to, be it sooner or later," he said, sadly. He would like her to choose him, because he knew he couldn't live without her. iShe might choose Harry, he thought, and if she does, I will be as happy for her as I would if she chose me./i
"I don't want to think about this right now, Legolas," Aranel said. "I'm tired. I would sleep, but Remus is using my room. I'm sure there are more rooms, but I don't want to bother Eowyn." She looked at the stars and the crescent-shaped moon, and then stood up. "I guess I'll have to," she said, begining to leave but Legolas was too fast for her. He picked her up, her legs dangling over one arm, and his other arm propping up her back, the same way he picked her up the day she had decided to stay. Aranel laughed.
"You are not going to be bothering Eowyn," Legolas said, grinning. Areanel's eyebrows raised.
"Then where am I going to sleep," she asked and then it dawned on her what Legolas was impling. "No!" she exclaimed, shaking her head. "Nuh-uh. No! We aren't even married yet!" Legolas made a puppy dog face. Aranel sighed. "Ok, but this is your doing, not mine." Legolas carried her to his room and layed her on his bed. Then he got in on the other side...
When Aranel had been sleeping, she dreamed...
... A girl, at least eleven, caward against a wall in what looked like a girls' bathroom. A humongous troll was advancing on her.
"Oy," a boy with fiery red hair, also about eleven, called. He threw a piece of broken wood at the troll. The wood hit the troll's head. The troll turned and another boy, eleven years old as well, with unruely black hair, vivid green eyes, and a lightning-bolt-shaped scar on his forehead, told the girl to move. She did but the troll noticed and swung it's club around haphazardly, knocking a few sinks off the wall. The troll raised it's club again, ready to swing at the bushy-haired girl but with a rush of speed the black haired boy ran and jumped onto the troll's back. The troll twisted and turned trying to reach the pest on his back. The boy unintentionally stuck his wand up the troll's nose. The troll finally got hold of the boy's ankle and then pulled him of his back. Raising it's other hand with the club, it prepared to hit the boy.
"Do something," the black haired boy exclaimed.
"What," the red head asked, looking around incredulously.
"Anything. Hurry up!" The boy swung just as the troll's club came down to hit him, but missed by inches. The red head dawned a look of comprehension. He whipped out his wand, swished-and-flicked it, and said, "Wingardium Leviosa."
The club rose out of the troll's hand and stopped above it's head. Then it dropped, and with a crack it hit it's owners head. The troll dropped the boy, who got up and backed out of the way. The troll fainted and fell to the ground with an earth-shattering THUD. The boy went up to it, pulled out his wand, and whipped it on his robes...
Aranel woke up, and remembered the events in her dream. iThat was the day Harry, Ron, and I became best friends, she thought./i She stretched and yawned, and looked at Legolas and smiled.
Aranel layed back down, laying her head on Legolas's bare chest, and fell back asleep.
With Aranel:
"Aranel," Legolas asked, looking around the gardens. Aranel sat on a stone bench, and looked up when Legolas had called. Tears rolled one by one down her face. "Why are you crying," he asked in elvish.
"I remembered him, Legolas. I remembered what he looked like," Aranel replied back, in elvish. Legolas had taught it to her over the pass month and Aranel had become fluent at it. "His green eyes, his black hair, and his scar, which is is shaped-"
"Like a bolt of lightning," Legolas finished. Aranel's jaw dropped,
"How did you know," she asked. Legolas sat down on the bench next to her.
"I read the book, before it was burned. A very good book, I must say," he added with a smirk, then he frowned. "But that's besides the point." He whipped away Aranel's tears with his hand, gently. "The point is that sooner or later you will remember why you loved this boy. Then you will have to choose between us. No one can make the choice for you. Not I, not Harry. Only you can choose," Legolas said, and he looked up at the sky. The two of them were silent until Aranel spoke.
"I don't want to have to choose," she said, Legolas took her hands in his, and looked into her eyes.
"I know you don't, but you will have to, be it sooner or later," he said, sadly. He would like her to choose him, because he knew he couldn't live without her. iShe might choose Harry, he thought, and if she does, I will be as happy for her as I would if she chose me./i
"I don't want to think about this right now, Legolas," Aranel said. "I'm tired. I would sleep, but Remus is using my room. I'm sure there are more rooms, but I don't want to bother Eowyn." She looked at the stars and the crescent-shaped moon, and then stood up. "I guess I'll have to," she said, begining to leave but Legolas was too fast for her. He picked her up, her legs dangling over one arm, and his other arm propping up her back, the same way he picked her up the day she had decided to stay. Aranel laughed.
"You are not going to be bothering Eowyn," Legolas said, grinning. Areanel's eyebrows raised.
"Then where am I going to sleep," she asked and then it dawned on her what Legolas was impling. "No!" she exclaimed, shaking her head. "Nuh-uh. No! We aren't even married yet!" Legolas made a puppy dog face. Aranel sighed. "Ok, but this is your doing, not mine." Legolas carried her to his room and layed her on his bed. Then he got in on the other side...
When Aranel had been sleeping, she dreamed...
... A girl, at least eleven, caward against a wall in what looked like a girls' bathroom. A humongous troll was advancing on her.
"Oy," a boy with fiery red hair, also about eleven, called. He threw a piece of broken wood at the troll. The wood hit the troll's head. The troll turned and another boy, eleven years old as well, with unruely black hair, vivid green eyes, and a lightning-bolt-shaped scar on his forehead, told the girl to move. She did but the troll noticed and swung it's club around haphazardly, knocking a few sinks off the wall. The troll raised it's club again, ready to swing at the bushy-haired girl but with a rush of speed the black haired boy ran and jumped onto the troll's back. The troll twisted and turned trying to reach the pest on his back. The boy unintentionally stuck his wand up the troll's nose. The troll finally got hold of the boy's ankle and then pulled him of his back. Raising it's other hand with the club, it prepared to hit the boy.
"Do something," the black haired boy exclaimed.
"What," the red head asked, looking around incredulously.
"Anything. Hurry up!" The boy swung just as the troll's club came down to hit him, but missed by inches. The red head dawned a look of comprehension. He whipped out his wand, swished-and-flicked it, and said, "Wingardium Leviosa."
The club rose out of the troll's hand and stopped above it's head. Then it dropped, and with a crack it hit it's owners head. The troll dropped the boy, who got up and backed out of the way. The troll fainted and fell to the ground with an earth-shattering THUD. The boy went up to it, pulled out his wand, and whipped it on his robes...
Aranel woke up, and remembered the events in her dream. iThat was the day Harry, Ron, and I became best friends, she thought./i She stretched and yawned, and looked at Legolas and smiled.
Aranel layed back down, laying her head on Legolas's bare chest, and fell back asleep.