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Time: Camp Fire
Rachel and Legolas made their way back to the camp without saying a word, both lost in thoughts of the other, though neither expected it. Legolas walked slightly behind Rachel, watching for more creatures. Rachel stopped and looked around. She was obviously alert now too.
Legolas didn't notice her halt and nearly ran into the back of her. She smelled like…
"Maybe we could walk a little faster," she said without looking at him. Legolas opened his eyes to find that he had been leaning in on her neck. He shook his head and followed as Rachel began walking jerkily. She was shaking from the fright of her attack and embarrassment. She didn't want the others to see her like that, but they'd have to.
"What has happened?" Aragorn asked, jumping to his feet. He looked worriedly from elf to elf. Rachel was jittery and Legolas wasn't really listening. Rachel sat down beside Boromir again and put a shaky hand up to her face.
"Wargs," she shuddered. Aragorn looked at Legolas who stared back apparently in agony.
"Are you alright?" the ranger asked them both. Rachel nodded, but Legolas did not.
"Wargs?! We didn't hear a thing!" Gimli shouted. When he got a very serious and very afraid look from Rachel, he stopped immediately.
"I never thought such a thing as a warg would scare you!" Boromir yelled at her. Rachel sighed and shook her head vigorously.
"I hate canines. It's a phobia," she explained. Boromir looked from face to face. Legolas seemed almost as frightened as Rachel.
"We never suspected such a thing! I'm sorry," Gimli shouted. Boromir put his hand on Rachel's and smiled.
"You are family to us now, Rachel. And Holly is…" he couldn't finish his sentence. Rachel understood.
"I know. I'm fine, Boromir. Gimli. I'm okay," she explained. Wargs were not her worst fear at the moment and Holly was the only thing keeping her together anymore. Legolas' control had torn her emotions apart. Boromir's sorrow had done the same and becoming an elf made her not know what to think of herself. What would happen next?
"Aragorn, I must speak with you," Legolas said, his tone almost lethal. Rachel knew they would have to leave the camp fire to do so in private and she jumped to her feet. Her legs felt like rubber.
"No! You can't leave the fire light!" she cried. Nothing would happen to them if they didn't leave the light.
"We'll be right back. I swear it," Aragorn told her. She walked forward, new determination in her voice. Grabbing at her pack, she found her guns and handed one to each of them.
"If you need these, use them. Just pull the trigger," she said, showing them how to hold one. They both nodded and took a gun. When they left, Rachel nearly broke down. She sat, watching them go, her back to the others. Gimli outstretched his hand as if he would speak, but Boromir shook his head. He knew what she was going through.
"What is the matter?" Aragorn asked. Legolas put a hand to his forehead and sighed, obviously troubled.
"Rachel. I never knew she was afraid."
"Everyone has a fear, my friend. Even you."
Legolas looked at the ranger and walked to him. He grabbed his shoulders and the ranger stared back sullenly.
"My only fear is that she will be hurt."
"I know."
"I don't know what to do, Aragorn. How will I…? When…?" Legolas paced the rocks, not knowing what to do. Aragorn understood completely.
"You must tell her!"
"No! I will not!"
"How do you know she's not experiencing the same emotion for you?" Aragorn asked. Legolas stopped. He didn't want to think of that, for it would surely drive him to insanity.
"It's impossible. She always stays away and with good reason! I can barely control it! Why would she want someone who not in control?!"
"I don't believe she cares if you are or not! Rachel is different from all others. What she feels is different from all others. Remember that," Aragorn nearly whispered. Legolas could barely keep himself from running back to the camp and wrapping Rachel in his arms again. He told Aragorn this.
"Then you should, but only when you think it's right. She may be the one who decides. Who's in control. It may be her. Do not be afraid of what is in your nature to do, Legolas," Aragorn encrypted. Legolas nodded, not quite understanding, but when he looked at the gun in his hands, he understood that Rachel wasn't made of steel. She was as fragile as a flower.
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Time: Camp Fire
Rachel and Legolas made their way back to the camp without saying a word, both lost in thoughts of the other, though neither expected it. Legolas walked slightly behind Rachel, watching for more creatures. Rachel stopped and looked around. She was obviously alert now too.
Legolas didn't notice her halt and nearly ran into the back of her. She smelled like…
"Maybe we could walk a little faster," she said without looking at him. Legolas opened his eyes to find that he had been leaning in on her neck. He shook his head and followed as Rachel began walking jerkily. She was shaking from the fright of her attack and embarrassment. She didn't want the others to see her like that, but they'd have to.
"What has happened?" Aragorn asked, jumping to his feet. He looked worriedly from elf to elf. Rachel was jittery and Legolas wasn't really listening. Rachel sat down beside Boromir again and put a shaky hand up to her face.
"Wargs," she shuddered. Aragorn looked at Legolas who stared back apparently in agony.
"Are you alright?" the ranger asked them both. Rachel nodded, but Legolas did not.
"Wargs?! We didn't hear a thing!" Gimli shouted. When he got a very serious and very afraid look from Rachel, he stopped immediately.
"I never thought such a thing as a warg would scare you!" Boromir yelled at her. Rachel sighed and shook her head vigorously.
"I hate canines. It's a phobia," she explained. Boromir looked from face to face. Legolas seemed almost as frightened as Rachel.
"We never suspected such a thing! I'm sorry," Gimli shouted. Boromir put his hand on Rachel's and smiled.
"You are family to us now, Rachel. And Holly is…" he couldn't finish his sentence. Rachel understood.
"I know. I'm fine, Boromir. Gimli. I'm okay," she explained. Wargs were not her worst fear at the moment and Holly was the only thing keeping her together anymore. Legolas' control had torn her emotions apart. Boromir's sorrow had done the same and becoming an elf made her not know what to think of herself. What would happen next?
"Aragorn, I must speak with you," Legolas said, his tone almost lethal. Rachel knew they would have to leave the camp fire to do so in private and she jumped to her feet. Her legs felt like rubber.
"No! You can't leave the fire light!" she cried. Nothing would happen to them if they didn't leave the light.
"We'll be right back. I swear it," Aragorn told her. She walked forward, new determination in her voice. Grabbing at her pack, she found her guns and handed one to each of them.
"If you need these, use them. Just pull the trigger," she said, showing them how to hold one. They both nodded and took a gun. When they left, Rachel nearly broke down. She sat, watching them go, her back to the others. Gimli outstretched his hand as if he would speak, but Boromir shook his head. He knew what she was going through.
"What is the matter?" Aragorn asked. Legolas put a hand to his forehead and sighed, obviously troubled.
"Rachel. I never knew she was afraid."
"Everyone has a fear, my friend. Even you."
Legolas looked at the ranger and walked to him. He grabbed his shoulders and the ranger stared back sullenly.
"My only fear is that she will be hurt."
"I know."
"I don't know what to do, Aragorn. How will I…? When…?" Legolas paced the rocks, not knowing what to do. Aragorn understood completely.
"You must tell her!"
"No! I will not!"
"How do you know she's not experiencing the same emotion for you?" Aragorn asked. Legolas stopped. He didn't want to think of that, for it would surely drive him to insanity.
"It's impossible. She always stays away and with good reason! I can barely control it! Why would she want someone who not in control?!"
"I don't believe she cares if you are or not! Rachel is different from all others. What she feels is different from all others. Remember that," Aragorn nearly whispered. Legolas could barely keep himself from running back to the camp and wrapping Rachel in his arms again. He told Aragorn this.
"Then you should, but only when you think it's right. She may be the one who decides. Who's in control. It may be her. Do not be afraid of what is in your nature to do, Legolas," Aragorn encrypted. Legolas nodded, not quite understanding, but when he looked at the gun in his hands, he understood that Rachel wasn't made of steel. She was as fragile as a flower.