Chapter 4
"All right Aragorn, you can stop rolling your eyes now, we're finished," I say letting go of Legolas. I let out a giggle upon seeing Aragorn with his hand over his eyes.
"Aragorn tell me, are they really through. Can I look yet?" A foreign voice comes from behind me. A'maela passes me on the right side, her line of sight unswervingly into the circular window facing the forest and her hand blocking the view of Legolas and I as she steps beside Aragorn.
"Dina A'maela {shut-up A'maela!}" I say as Legolas once again wraps his arms around me. She giggles and once more starts to tease me.
"Don't look Aragorn! It will mark you for life!" I try to stifle a snicker when I see Aragorn standing behind A'maela, ready to tickle her. He attacks her ribs and I just cannot hold out anymore. Both Legolas and I rupture out into a fit of laughter to see my sister squealing and wriggling under Aragorn's hilariously devious pokes and prods.. Once she gets away, she then begins to start punching Aragorn's arm.
"Lle tela? {are you done yet?}" he says smiling as she starts to calm down.
"No," she smiles slyly and proceeds with her good-natured abuse..
Legolas and I leave the two to their bizarre antics and stroll outside into the garden. We end up sitting on a bench alongside a pond encircled with white rose bushes that were almost like lights, letting of a soft radiance. Looking into his eyes, I can now see that there really is something wrong that he wants to tell me. Trying to ease his troubled mind, though knowing it would not, I let my fingers travel down his jaw and down his chest. I interweave my fingers with his and draw him nearer to me. I release one of his hands as it moves towards my waist. I am not sure what to do, though apparently he does. He tenderly lifts me into a standing position, moves both hands to my shoulders, and draws me even closer to him. Our bodies are against one another's now and I can sense his every movement, his hands wandering up and down my back, his lips kissing my neck softly and I running my fingers through his soft blonde locks. He kisses up to my jaw line and proceeds up to my lips. He kisses me once and then pulls his head back and looks at me. Stars are dancing in his eyes and the moon mirror off his hair, leaving me longing for his touch once more. Again, he kisses me except now, I can feel his aspiration and his lust. I know what he desires and I wish for the same. Now it is my turn to spoil the moment with my inquires.
"Legolas, there is something troubling you, is there not?"
He looks at me and bade me be seated down once more this time at the base of a willow "weeping" into the pond.
"There is bad news that I have to share with you. I have been summoned to a council in Rivendell with Lord Elrond. I have a terrible feeling that I shall not be returning strait home, that something more shall come of this." I search his eyes frantically trying to find some sort of hint that would suggest a joke. There was none.
"Must you leave?" I feel the tears welling up in my eyes.
"Yes, Elaviel, I must."
"Then allow me to come with you." I plea.
"No. For if something does come of this I daresay it shall not be for the best, but for the worst."
"All right, though you should know that I am going against my better judgment. I so much wish to accompany you. When do you have to be off?"
"We depart at dawn." A tear journeys down my cheek. "Please do not weep my Elaviel," he says kissing it away and wrapping his arms around me while I rest my head on his shoulder.
"I cannot help it, I love you. I do not want to loose you." I calm down and look at him with pure love in my eyes.
"You shall never loose me." He assures.
"I shall miss you."
We fall asleep like that, him holding me in his arms.
"All right Aragorn, you can stop rolling your eyes now, we're finished," I say letting go of Legolas. I let out a giggle upon seeing Aragorn with his hand over his eyes.
"Aragorn tell me, are they really through. Can I look yet?" A foreign voice comes from behind me. A'maela passes me on the right side, her line of sight unswervingly into the circular window facing the forest and her hand blocking the view of Legolas and I as she steps beside Aragorn.
"Dina A'maela {shut-up A'maela!}" I say as Legolas once again wraps his arms around me. She giggles and once more starts to tease me.
"Don't look Aragorn! It will mark you for life!" I try to stifle a snicker when I see Aragorn standing behind A'maela, ready to tickle her. He attacks her ribs and I just cannot hold out anymore. Both Legolas and I rupture out into a fit of laughter to see my sister squealing and wriggling under Aragorn's hilariously devious pokes and prods.. Once she gets away, she then begins to start punching Aragorn's arm.
"Lle tela? {are you done yet?}" he says smiling as she starts to calm down.
"No," she smiles slyly and proceeds with her good-natured abuse..
Legolas and I leave the two to their bizarre antics and stroll outside into the garden. We end up sitting on a bench alongside a pond encircled with white rose bushes that were almost like lights, letting of a soft radiance. Looking into his eyes, I can now see that there really is something wrong that he wants to tell me. Trying to ease his troubled mind, though knowing it would not, I let my fingers travel down his jaw and down his chest. I interweave my fingers with his and draw him nearer to me. I release one of his hands as it moves towards my waist. I am not sure what to do, though apparently he does. He tenderly lifts me into a standing position, moves both hands to my shoulders, and draws me even closer to him. Our bodies are against one another's now and I can sense his every movement, his hands wandering up and down my back, his lips kissing my neck softly and I running my fingers through his soft blonde locks. He kisses up to my jaw line and proceeds up to my lips. He kisses me once and then pulls his head back and looks at me. Stars are dancing in his eyes and the moon mirror off his hair, leaving me longing for his touch once more. Again, he kisses me except now, I can feel his aspiration and his lust. I know what he desires and I wish for the same. Now it is my turn to spoil the moment with my inquires.
"Legolas, there is something troubling you, is there not?"
He looks at me and bade me be seated down once more this time at the base of a willow "weeping" into the pond.
"There is bad news that I have to share with you. I have been summoned to a council in Rivendell with Lord Elrond. I have a terrible feeling that I shall not be returning strait home, that something more shall come of this." I search his eyes frantically trying to find some sort of hint that would suggest a joke. There was none.
"Must you leave?" I feel the tears welling up in my eyes.
"Yes, Elaviel, I must."
"Then allow me to come with you." I plea.
"No. For if something does come of this I daresay it shall not be for the best, but for the worst."
"All right, though you should know that I am going against my better judgment. I so much wish to accompany you. When do you have to be off?"
"We depart at dawn." A tear journeys down my cheek. "Please do not weep my Elaviel," he says kissing it away and wrapping his arms around me while I rest my head on his shoulder.
"I cannot help it, I love you. I do not want to loose you." I calm down and look at him with pure love in my eyes.
"You shall never loose me." He assures.
"I shall miss you."
We fall asleep like that, him holding me in his arms.