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Time: On The Rocks
Rachel sat down on the other side of the hill. It wasn't the biggest hill they had climbed that day, so it took next to no time to get away from the others.
"Why do I do this to myself?" she sighed into her open hand. Flash backs of Jake flooded her head. She remembered when she realized that she loved him. The situations were almost identical. It worried her. To loose Legolas the way she lost Jake would kill her…literally. It would break her heart…
A rock fell from a close-by bluff and Rachel snapped her head in its direction. A small flicker of a shadow whizzed behind a boulder, but Rachel passed it off as the wind since a breeze ruffled her hair shortly after.
She began to think…
…Why must I do this to myself? What if he gets killed or hurt? What would I do? What would happen? I can'' help that I love him and that's really hard for me to admit but…I can't help it. Boromir was right. It's so obvious!…
…A faint growl brushed against Rachel's ear. Hot breath was against her neck. When she turned, she was face to face with an enormous warg. Rachel froze with fright. She was paralyzed and the warg's gross breath filled her nose, making her want to vomit.
Another stepped up behind her and she could feel it smelling her hand. Her eyes were wide with fright and it licked her arm, tasting the salty flesh. Rachel could feel her hands seize up as she lost all hope. A third and a fourth surrounded her completely. They closed in slowly, taunting her with their nips and drool. She could feel her blood pumping through her entire body and the wargs could already taste it in their mouths.
She didn't have a gun, her bow, a knife. Nothing. She had been really stupid not to bring something with her. With a small sob, she blinked a few times, hoping they weren't real. Just then, a warg decided to lick her face. Its teeth, practically spears, nipped at her chin and she shuddered. Suddenly, she heard a yelp. Rachel opened her eyes, hoping to find someone there killing the sons of bitches, but instead, a largest warg, the one on her left, grabbed a smaller by the neck, ripping its trachea out with a ghastly gurgle. The two other massive canines began to growl at it, instead of Rachel (which she was very thankful for). One leaped and scratched at the other's ribs, but almost met the same fate as the one before it. The only difference was that it also got it front leg torn off. The next was thrown across the rocks and skewered on a rather sharp stone. It happened so quickly that Rachel barely had time to stand up.
The monster ran after her, catching up quickly. Rachel ran as fast as she could. She didn't hear his feet on the ground behind her anymore. Thinking she had lost it (fear makes you think stupid things), she stopped to catch her breath. Nothing in her life had scared her more than when a deep, barely audible growl sounded on a small bluff above Rachel's head. She fell to the floor as the warg tried to jump her, but not because she intended to. Her knees had buckled from fright.
It turned with remarkable speed and was in mid leap when something knocked it back. Rachel could hear the struggle, wondering if it was another warg. She hoped that they'd kill each other. A human voice gruffed slightly when the thing attacked it again. Rachel now took the time to realize that Legolas' head was nearly inside the warg's mouth. He wasn't strong enough to hold it back.
"Legolas!"
"Rachel! Run!" he said between gritted teeth. They weren't both going to die if he could help it. Rachel, despite her phobia, grew angry.
"No!"
She ran at the beast and knocked it over. Legolas gasped for air. He watched as Rachel kneeled on the ground and the warg shook its head as if to clear it. It stood again and crept toward the elves. Legolas reached back and grabbed a dagger. He threw it right into the beast's ribcage. It howled in agony, stumbled, and got up, anger anewed. It jumped and, right before it landed on Rachel's stomach, another dagger delved into its forehead. With a rumble, the warg fell to the floor.
"Rachel!" Legolas whispered. He crawled over to her and saw her stare up at him as though he were a monster. Indeed, she saw a monster. A warg. She was consumed with fear and tried to bat it away, hiding her face. (A/N: Very unlike Rachel, don't ya' think?)
"No! Get away!" she yelled. He held the sides of her face and made her look into his eyes.
"Rachel, it's me. It's Legolas. You're alright. Calm down," he said to her over and over again. She still resisted being near him, but when she finally let go, her arms wrapped around his back. She sank her head into his shoulder and he rocked her back and forth soothingly, holding her head and back.
He was so comfortable. So warm and safe. How could she ever mistaken him for a beast?
Rachel, I love you. I would never let anything happen to you. You don't realize how much I need you in my life. I love your scent, your voice, your eyes, your touch, but you don't seem to feel the same way. What will I do? Writhe in my own self-loathing or nearly be destroyed in the want of you. There are things I need from you, but I'm unwilling to take them…yet. Please, don't make me…
Rachel had moved her head to look up at Legolas. He hadn't said a word out loud, but she seemed to be able to dig deeper than that. It was almost as if she knew.
Legolas, how could I ever say that I didn't love you? I've loved you since I first held that dagger to your neck. That beautiful neck. You're always there, but I doubt you feel anything remotely the same toward me. You're always so composed. So in control. I normally don't like men that try to control me, but you do it in a way that I can't fight. You're sensual. How could I ever tell you? How could I ever…
"Are you alright?" Legolas asked, staring back at Rachel. She searched his eyes, but couldn't read his mind. She got lost in his eyes.
"Uh huh."
The faint brush of her breath upon his collar bone, made Legolas shiver. He closed his eyes and sighed. Untangling his arms from around her body, Legolas stood up. Rachel still sat on the ground, one tear falling from her face.
"Come, we must make for camp. Wargs don't like fire," he said holding out his hand. Rachel nodded and let him help her up. Again, he shivered. She looked at him with concern.
"What's wrong?" she inquired. Legolas shook his head.
"Nothing for you to worry about." Or maybe you should.
"Alright."
With that last comment, both left the monster's carcass behind. The light of the campfire wasn't far off.
A/N: URL: pages.ivillage.com/fanfiction_n_stuff/
Time: On The Rocks
Rachel sat down on the other side of the hill. It wasn't the biggest hill they had climbed that day, so it took next to no time to get away from the others.
"Why do I do this to myself?" she sighed into her open hand. Flash backs of Jake flooded her head. She remembered when she realized that she loved him. The situations were almost identical. It worried her. To loose Legolas the way she lost Jake would kill her…literally. It would break her heart…
A rock fell from a close-by bluff and Rachel snapped her head in its direction. A small flicker of a shadow whizzed behind a boulder, but Rachel passed it off as the wind since a breeze ruffled her hair shortly after.
She began to think…
…Why must I do this to myself? What if he gets killed or hurt? What would I do? What would happen? I can'' help that I love him and that's really hard for me to admit but…I can't help it. Boromir was right. It's so obvious!…
…A faint growl brushed against Rachel's ear. Hot breath was against her neck. When she turned, she was face to face with an enormous warg. Rachel froze with fright. She was paralyzed and the warg's gross breath filled her nose, making her want to vomit.
Another stepped up behind her and she could feel it smelling her hand. Her eyes were wide with fright and it licked her arm, tasting the salty flesh. Rachel could feel her hands seize up as she lost all hope. A third and a fourth surrounded her completely. They closed in slowly, taunting her with their nips and drool. She could feel her blood pumping through her entire body and the wargs could already taste it in their mouths.
She didn't have a gun, her bow, a knife. Nothing. She had been really stupid not to bring something with her. With a small sob, she blinked a few times, hoping they weren't real. Just then, a warg decided to lick her face. Its teeth, practically spears, nipped at her chin and she shuddered. Suddenly, she heard a yelp. Rachel opened her eyes, hoping to find someone there killing the sons of bitches, but instead, a largest warg, the one on her left, grabbed a smaller by the neck, ripping its trachea out with a ghastly gurgle. The two other massive canines began to growl at it, instead of Rachel (which she was very thankful for). One leaped and scratched at the other's ribs, but almost met the same fate as the one before it. The only difference was that it also got it front leg torn off. The next was thrown across the rocks and skewered on a rather sharp stone. It happened so quickly that Rachel barely had time to stand up.
The monster ran after her, catching up quickly. Rachel ran as fast as she could. She didn't hear his feet on the ground behind her anymore. Thinking she had lost it (fear makes you think stupid things), she stopped to catch her breath. Nothing in her life had scared her more than when a deep, barely audible growl sounded on a small bluff above Rachel's head. She fell to the floor as the warg tried to jump her, but not because she intended to. Her knees had buckled from fright.
It turned with remarkable speed and was in mid leap when something knocked it back. Rachel could hear the struggle, wondering if it was another warg. She hoped that they'd kill each other. A human voice gruffed slightly when the thing attacked it again. Rachel now took the time to realize that Legolas' head was nearly inside the warg's mouth. He wasn't strong enough to hold it back.
"Legolas!"
"Rachel! Run!" he said between gritted teeth. They weren't both going to die if he could help it. Rachel, despite her phobia, grew angry.
"No!"
She ran at the beast and knocked it over. Legolas gasped for air. He watched as Rachel kneeled on the ground and the warg shook its head as if to clear it. It stood again and crept toward the elves. Legolas reached back and grabbed a dagger. He threw it right into the beast's ribcage. It howled in agony, stumbled, and got up, anger anewed. It jumped and, right before it landed on Rachel's stomach, another dagger delved into its forehead. With a rumble, the warg fell to the floor.
"Rachel!" Legolas whispered. He crawled over to her and saw her stare up at him as though he were a monster. Indeed, she saw a monster. A warg. She was consumed with fear and tried to bat it away, hiding her face. (A/N: Very unlike Rachel, don't ya' think?)
"No! Get away!" she yelled. He held the sides of her face and made her look into his eyes.
"Rachel, it's me. It's Legolas. You're alright. Calm down," he said to her over and over again. She still resisted being near him, but when she finally let go, her arms wrapped around his back. She sank her head into his shoulder and he rocked her back and forth soothingly, holding her head and back.
He was so comfortable. So warm and safe. How could she ever mistaken him for a beast?
Rachel, I love you. I would never let anything happen to you. You don't realize how much I need you in my life. I love your scent, your voice, your eyes, your touch, but you don't seem to feel the same way. What will I do? Writhe in my own self-loathing or nearly be destroyed in the want of you. There are things I need from you, but I'm unwilling to take them…yet. Please, don't make me…
Rachel had moved her head to look up at Legolas. He hadn't said a word out loud, but she seemed to be able to dig deeper than that. It was almost as if she knew.
Legolas, how could I ever say that I didn't love you? I've loved you since I first held that dagger to your neck. That beautiful neck. You're always there, but I doubt you feel anything remotely the same toward me. You're always so composed. So in control. I normally don't like men that try to control me, but you do it in a way that I can't fight. You're sensual. How could I ever tell you? How could I ever…
"Are you alright?" Legolas asked, staring back at Rachel. She searched his eyes, but couldn't read his mind. She got lost in his eyes.
"Uh huh."
The faint brush of her breath upon his collar bone, made Legolas shiver. He closed his eyes and sighed. Untangling his arms from around her body, Legolas stood up. Rachel still sat on the ground, one tear falling from her face.
"Come, we must make for camp. Wargs don't like fire," he said holding out his hand. Rachel nodded and let him help her up. Again, he shivered. She looked at him with concern.
"What's wrong?" she inquired. Legolas shook his head.
"Nothing for you to worry about." Or maybe you should.
"Alright."
With that last comment, both left the monster's carcass behind. The light of the campfire wasn't far off.