Disclaimer: Kernin…(it basically means "bite me" in Elvish)
A/N: My site's not finished, but here's my URL: pages.ivillage.com/fanfiction_n_stuff/
Time: Realization
They ran. Aragorn led them across the plains and rocky hills, but running for seven hours dragged all but the elves down. The sun was setting fast and Aragorn debated their path with the rest of the "Hunters."
"It's useless to go on! You won't be able to see something important in the dark!" Gimli said. They had taken a few moments rest on the rocks of a particularly difficult hill. Legolas looked over at Boromir and Rachel. She had been helping him climb up the rocks for several hours and she was getting weak. She showed very faint signs that Legolas and Aragorn noticed when they looked at her. Rachel's face was pale and she seemed to collapse on the stones. Aragorn decided that it wasn't wise to rest yet.
"We'll loose many leagues if we stay here tonight. I say we run on," Aragorn commented. Legolas and Boromir shook their heads.
"No. We stay and rest," Legolas confirmed. Rachel's eyes searched his, but he didn't even look at her. Gimli started a fire (small, of course) and the elven prince stared into it, unmoving. Rachel, despite herself, couldn't take her eyes off him. Boromir noticed, recognizing the look.
"You fancy him." It wasn't a question, it was an observation. Rachel didn't catch what he was saying, so she made a small, incoherent noise. Boromir laughed and she snapped out of her daydreams.
"What makes you think that?!" Rachel whispered desperately. She knew that Legolas could easily hear them, but he didn't even twitch. Rachel wondered why and Boromir read her mind.
"He can't really hear you! He is an elf and that is how they sleep!" he told her. Rachel nodded. She should have known that.
"You do fancy him, don't you!" Boromir inquired accusingly. Rachel blushed brightly and Gimli, who had been eavesdropping, laughed. Aragorn smiled.
"She's more of a lady than I thought!" the dwarf yelled. Aragorn laughed and Boromir did so as well as he could manage (his wound made it sound like a cough rather than a bellow).
Rachel was suddenly hit…no, stabbed…by their words. It was true! She did—
Legolas jerked awake and watched as Rachel climbed back up the hill. He saw the laughing, smiling faces around him watch her run, upset, from the warmth of the fire.
"What did you say to her?!"
"Nothing of importance!" Boromir chuckled. Aragorn was the first to notice the worry in the elf's face and tone of voice. He stopped smiling immediately and Gimli settled down as well.
"Hold you tongue, Boromir!" Aragorn snapped. The man laughed quietly to himself.
"What for? We did no harm!" he guffawed, crossing his arms about his chest. He looked from face to face, his smile turning into a grimace.
"I think we truly did upset her," Aragorn stated regretfully.
Legolas stood and walked in the direction Rachel had fled. Aragorn held his arm for a moment.
"Where are you going, my friend?"
"To fetch Rachel, The air is warm enough that wargs will be hunting…"
A/N: Okay, just a reminder: Rachel's afraid of canines and wargs are basically giant, vicious wolves who think hobbits make great snacks. Does that sum it up for ya'?
A/N: My site's not finished, but here's my URL: pages.ivillage.com/fanfiction_n_stuff/
Time: Realization
They ran. Aragorn led them across the plains and rocky hills, but running for seven hours dragged all but the elves down. The sun was setting fast and Aragorn debated their path with the rest of the "Hunters."
"It's useless to go on! You won't be able to see something important in the dark!" Gimli said. They had taken a few moments rest on the rocks of a particularly difficult hill. Legolas looked over at Boromir and Rachel. She had been helping him climb up the rocks for several hours and she was getting weak. She showed very faint signs that Legolas and Aragorn noticed when they looked at her. Rachel's face was pale and she seemed to collapse on the stones. Aragorn decided that it wasn't wise to rest yet.
"We'll loose many leagues if we stay here tonight. I say we run on," Aragorn commented. Legolas and Boromir shook their heads.
"No. We stay and rest," Legolas confirmed. Rachel's eyes searched his, but he didn't even look at her. Gimli started a fire (small, of course) and the elven prince stared into it, unmoving. Rachel, despite herself, couldn't take her eyes off him. Boromir noticed, recognizing the look.
"You fancy him." It wasn't a question, it was an observation. Rachel didn't catch what he was saying, so she made a small, incoherent noise. Boromir laughed and she snapped out of her daydreams.
"What makes you think that?!" Rachel whispered desperately. She knew that Legolas could easily hear them, but he didn't even twitch. Rachel wondered why and Boromir read her mind.
"He can't really hear you! He is an elf and that is how they sleep!" he told her. Rachel nodded. She should have known that.
"You do fancy him, don't you!" Boromir inquired accusingly. Rachel blushed brightly and Gimli, who had been eavesdropping, laughed. Aragorn smiled.
"She's more of a lady than I thought!" the dwarf yelled. Aragorn laughed and Boromir did so as well as he could manage (his wound made it sound like a cough rather than a bellow).
Rachel was suddenly hit…no, stabbed…by their words. It was true! She did—
Legolas jerked awake and watched as Rachel climbed back up the hill. He saw the laughing, smiling faces around him watch her run, upset, from the warmth of the fire.
"What did you say to her?!"
"Nothing of importance!" Boromir chuckled. Aragorn was the first to notice the worry in the elf's face and tone of voice. He stopped smiling immediately and Gimli settled down as well.
"Hold you tongue, Boromir!" Aragorn snapped. The man laughed quietly to himself.
"What for? We did no harm!" he guffawed, crossing his arms about his chest. He looked from face to face, his smile turning into a grimace.
"I think we truly did upset her," Aragorn stated regretfully.
Legolas stood and walked in the direction Rachel had fled. Aragorn held his arm for a moment.
"Where are you going, my friend?"
"To fetch Rachel, The air is warm enough that wargs will be hunting…"
A/N: Okay, just a reminder: Rachel's afraid of canines and wargs are basically giant, vicious wolves who think hobbits make great snacks. Does that sum it up for ya'?