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A/N: Okay…probably the only thing that's stayin' up on my site is the gallery, so check it out if ya' want to. I just don't have time. There's this little thing called work and it gets in my way all the time.
Time: Warm Embrace
Rachel listened carefully, but she could only hear murmurs from Aragorn and Legolas. She realized that she was hoping for them to be talking about her (which they were) and shook her head, hitting herself in the forehead repeatedly with her fist. Gimli and Boromir would have found it comical except for the earlier events. Despite himself, Boromir had to smile.
"I feel pity for you, really, I do," he told her. She turned around and glared at him. She was still shaking and it showed when she stood up again. As a matter of fact, she had to sit back down again.
"Why?"
"Because you love him so," Boromir explained simply. Rachel growled.
"Who are you to analyze my emotions? You're nothing but a love- sick…puppy!" Rachel said, not knowing what words to use.
"It takes one to know one."
"Wargs…My father had a run-in with the like when he traveled with Bilbo. Gandalf entertained them with quite a show of flaming wolf tails and their horrible howling!" Gimli said in an attempt to get the others off subject, trying to lighten the load on Rachel and Boromir. Boromir was like Holly…if he was troubled, he preferred to laugh.
Legolas and Aragorn walked back into the camp. The ranger sat on the opposite side of the fire from Rachel and the elf stood restless in a corner of the fire light. He seemed stricken.
"You should sleep, Rachel," Aragorn said, polishing his blade with a small cloth. She nodded and grabbed a blanket and her pack. Perhaps…no. They would find her way too far out of character if she asked for one of them to stay beside her.
"Do you need something?" he asked. Rachel had stopped in the middle of moving and was staring at him, her mouth open. She closed it promptly and shook her head.
"Never mind."
"What do you wish?"
"It's stupid," she laughed quietly. Aragorn stared at her. Gimli stared at her. Legolas stared at her (not that he's never done that before). Boromir was snoring, obviously asleep.
"No request is folly," Aragorn assured. Rachel sat there, sighed, and decided that they wouldn't leave her alone until she told them, so she lied.
"I was hoping that the fire would be lit all night?" she asked. Indeed, she did want to know, but it wasn't what she had been wanting to inquire.
"I'm afraid not. Don't fret. We shall watch over the camp," he told her. Rachel wasn't very comforted by that, but decided that sleep was needed. Soon, she was in a restless sleep.
"Aragorn, you should rest as well. I will keep watch," Legolas said to the ranger. Gimli and Boromir were long asleep and Rachel was apparently having nightmares. Aragorn nodded and leaned up against a boulder. He too fell quiet.
"Don't worry about Rachel," he said, a faint smile on his face. Aragorn didn't even open his eyes when he said it.
"How can I not?"
"Fine."
Aragorn was asleep moments later and Legolas found himself staring at a struggling Rachel. He tried to look away, but he couldn't. She whimpered and sweat beads covered her forehead. Legolas sighed and snuffed out the fire. He could still see her plainly.
"Legolas?" Rachel said, barely audible. He walked to her, checking to see if she was asleep or not. She talked in her sleep?
"Yes?" he asked in a constricted whisper. He moved closer and knelt beside her. She seemed incredibly pale.
"No!" Rachel screamed. Legolas knelt even closer to her, feeling her breath upon his face. He put a hand to her face and gently slid it down her cheek. So beautiful.
"You're not dead," she stated, not asleep anymore. Legolas jerked away without making a sound.
"I…" Legolas began. Rachel sat up and looked him in the eyes, making his voice catch.
"I thought there for a moment…"
"My heart still beats," Legolas said. He knew it did only because of its fluttering in his throat. Rachel nodded. She was still paranoid. Did she even notice his hand on her face when she awoke?
"Alright. You…" Rachel cut short and put a hand to her cheek. It still tingled from his touch.
"Your voice spoke my name," he told her. He seemed pained. What about her caused him so much pain?
"I'm sorry," Rachel said. She lay back down on the ground so frightened that she could feel herself wanting to hyperventilate. Legolas put a hand on her shoulder. She relaxed immediately.
"Would you prefer me to stay near?" he asked quietly. Rachel's heart skipped. She nodded and Legolas sat down beside her. He leaned against the cliff wall behind them and bent one of his knees.
Rachel pondered her behavior…
Why can't I just make a move? I'm a chicken shit. Forget about the battles I've been in, I'm a wuss to the core. Okay, maybe I should just go for it…
…Rachel turned her head and looked at Legolas. He seemed to be sleeping. He wasn't. He only stared into the darkness before him. Rachel rolled over.
"Legolas?" she questioned cautiously. He turned to look at her. She lay in the most seductive position he had ever seen. She was on her side with a palm holding her head up and the other falling along her hips. His eyes were wide.
"Y-yes?" he asked. Rachel looked at him with confusion. He seemed to be more frightened than she, but all well.
"Could…could I do something really quickly?" she asked. It was a corny idea, but it was driving her insane, so why not fix it?
"Of course."
Rachel sat beside Legolas and put a hand on his jaw line. His stomach jumped as she gently tilted his head away from her. It wasn't the direction he wanted her to tilt his head, but her next movement made up for it more than enough.
During his scuffle with the warg, Legolas' braid was dislodged. Rachel undid his braid slowly. Legolas fought back the urge to purr (elves do that when they're happy ^_^) and closed his eyes. When Rachel's hands reached his ears, Legolas gasped (elven hot spot). Rachel retracted her hands quickly.
"Did I hurt you?" she asked, oblivious. Legolas shook his head. Rachel reached back up to his ear and much to Legolas' surprise, he did purr. The elf tried with all his might to stop and when he did, he apologized.
"Sorry for what?"
Rachel hadn't even noticed. She ran a finger through his hair lovingly. It sent shock waves through Legolas' scalp and he shuddered. Closing his eyes again, he leaned into her working hands. Soon, the braid was complete.
"Thank you," Legolas whispered sincerely. He looked at her and she smiled. They sat, contemplating what might happen when a howl made Rachel practically jump into Legolas' grip.
"Sorry…" she said, embarrassed. Legolas didn't move. He held her there, in his lap, afraid that if she moved, he would erupt. Unable to speak, he nodded his head slightly. His purring was very prominent and Rachel could hear it. Luckily for Legolas, she thought a warg was growling nearby.
"Will they…?" she began. Legolas knew what she wanted to ask.
"No…no, they won't try to…attack. We've frightened them too much," he said in her ear. Rachel shivered in his grasp. He felt it. Could it be that she…? No…it was impossible.
"Are you alright, Legolas?" she asked. He nodded, gulping. She had no clue.
"I could not feel…more alive," he told her in her ear. Again, she shivered. It was almost too much to bear. It was torture. No terrorist had caused her this much torment. If only he would…
"I'm sorry…" she said again. This time, she slid off of Legolas' lap and both were met with immeasurable coldness.
"Do not apologize," Legolas said, obviously depressed. He leaned back against the cliff. She didn't feel the same. Why would she embrace the cold instead of him if she did? Rachel turned her back to him and curled her feet upward. Legolas sat, watching her breathe and sleep and sigh and toss and turn until he had to blink. Why this woman? What made Aragorn so sure she felt the same way?
Rachel was asleep. Maybe not everything about elves had become a part of her yet, but she definitely slept.
"Rachel," Legolas said, tasting her name upon his tongue. A shuffle beside him made Legolas snap his head in that direction.
"Rest, Legolas. I will stand watch," Gimli said. Legolas nodded, but knew the dwarf couldn't see it in the immense darkness. He lay on his back, then thought better of it. Rachel had turned toward him in her dreams and she seemed more troubled then ever before. Legolas turned on his side and ran his hand along her jaw. Again, she became calm and sighed, not wanting him to leave her even in dreams.
"Nin mel le," Legolas said in her ear. Asleep, she quaked. The dwarf was too busy finding a comfortable place to sit to hear Legolas tell Rachel's sleeping form "I love you." Legolas leaned down and gave Rachel a small kiss on the forehead.
Even that nearly destroyed him. He lay against the cliff once again, convulsing from the desire. Nearly…unbearable…
A/N: I know that was probably the corniest chapter in this story, but I had no ideas, so I typed and that's what my demented, sick, pathetic mind threw at my fingers. I hope you enjoyed my twisted idiocy!
A/N: Okay…probably the only thing that's stayin' up on my site is the gallery, so check it out if ya' want to. I just don't have time. There's this little thing called work and it gets in my way all the time.
Time: Warm Embrace
Rachel listened carefully, but she could only hear murmurs from Aragorn and Legolas. She realized that she was hoping for them to be talking about her (which they were) and shook her head, hitting herself in the forehead repeatedly with her fist. Gimli and Boromir would have found it comical except for the earlier events. Despite himself, Boromir had to smile.
"I feel pity for you, really, I do," he told her. She turned around and glared at him. She was still shaking and it showed when she stood up again. As a matter of fact, she had to sit back down again.
"Why?"
"Because you love him so," Boromir explained simply. Rachel growled.
"Who are you to analyze my emotions? You're nothing but a love- sick…puppy!" Rachel said, not knowing what words to use.
"It takes one to know one."
"Wargs…My father had a run-in with the like when he traveled with Bilbo. Gandalf entertained them with quite a show of flaming wolf tails and their horrible howling!" Gimli said in an attempt to get the others off subject, trying to lighten the load on Rachel and Boromir. Boromir was like Holly…if he was troubled, he preferred to laugh.
Legolas and Aragorn walked back into the camp. The ranger sat on the opposite side of the fire from Rachel and the elf stood restless in a corner of the fire light. He seemed stricken.
"You should sleep, Rachel," Aragorn said, polishing his blade with a small cloth. She nodded and grabbed a blanket and her pack. Perhaps…no. They would find her way too far out of character if she asked for one of them to stay beside her.
"Do you need something?" he asked. Rachel had stopped in the middle of moving and was staring at him, her mouth open. She closed it promptly and shook her head.
"Never mind."
"What do you wish?"
"It's stupid," she laughed quietly. Aragorn stared at her. Gimli stared at her. Legolas stared at her (not that he's never done that before). Boromir was snoring, obviously asleep.
"No request is folly," Aragorn assured. Rachel sat there, sighed, and decided that they wouldn't leave her alone until she told them, so she lied.
"I was hoping that the fire would be lit all night?" she asked. Indeed, she did want to know, but it wasn't what she had been wanting to inquire.
"I'm afraid not. Don't fret. We shall watch over the camp," he told her. Rachel wasn't very comforted by that, but decided that sleep was needed. Soon, she was in a restless sleep.
"Aragorn, you should rest as well. I will keep watch," Legolas said to the ranger. Gimli and Boromir were long asleep and Rachel was apparently having nightmares. Aragorn nodded and leaned up against a boulder. He too fell quiet.
"Don't worry about Rachel," he said, a faint smile on his face. Aragorn didn't even open his eyes when he said it.
"How can I not?"
"Fine."
Aragorn was asleep moments later and Legolas found himself staring at a struggling Rachel. He tried to look away, but he couldn't. She whimpered and sweat beads covered her forehead. Legolas sighed and snuffed out the fire. He could still see her plainly.
"Legolas?" Rachel said, barely audible. He walked to her, checking to see if she was asleep or not. She talked in her sleep?
"Yes?" he asked in a constricted whisper. He moved closer and knelt beside her. She seemed incredibly pale.
"No!" Rachel screamed. Legolas knelt even closer to her, feeling her breath upon his face. He put a hand to her face and gently slid it down her cheek. So beautiful.
"You're not dead," she stated, not asleep anymore. Legolas jerked away without making a sound.
"I…" Legolas began. Rachel sat up and looked him in the eyes, making his voice catch.
"I thought there for a moment…"
"My heart still beats," Legolas said. He knew it did only because of its fluttering in his throat. Rachel nodded. She was still paranoid. Did she even notice his hand on her face when she awoke?
"Alright. You…" Rachel cut short and put a hand to her cheek. It still tingled from his touch.
"Your voice spoke my name," he told her. He seemed pained. What about her caused him so much pain?
"I'm sorry," Rachel said. She lay back down on the ground so frightened that she could feel herself wanting to hyperventilate. Legolas put a hand on her shoulder. She relaxed immediately.
"Would you prefer me to stay near?" he asked quietly. Rachel's heart skipped. She nodded and Legolas sat down beside her. He leaned against the cliff wall behind them and bent one of his knees.
Rachel pondered her behavior…
Why can't I just make a move? I'm a chicken shit. Forget about the battles I've been in, I'm a wuss to the core. Okay, maybe I should just go for it…
…Rachel turned her head and looked at Legolas. He seemed to be sleeping. He wasn't. He only stared into the darkness before him. Rachel rolled over.
"Legolas?" she questioned cautiously. He turned to look at her. She lay in the most seductive position he had ever seen. She was on her side with a palm holding her head up and the other falling along her hips. His eyes were wide.
"Y-yes?" he asked. Rachel looked at him with confusion. He seemed to be more frightened than she, but all well.
"Could…could I do something really quickly?" she asked. It was a corny idea, but it was driving her insane, so why not fix it?
"Of course."
Rachel sat beside Legolas and put a hand on his jaw line. His stomach jumped as she gently tilted his head away from her. It wasn't the direction he wanted her to tilt his head, but her next movement made up for it more than enough.
During his scuffle with the warg, Legolas' braid was dislodged. Rachel undid his braid slowly. Legolas fought back the urge to purr (elves do that when they're happy ^_^) and closed his eyes. When Rachel's hands reached his ears, Legolas gasped (elven hot spot). Rachel retracted her hands quickly.
"Did I hurt you?" she asked, oblivious. Legolas shook his head. Rachel reached back up to his ear and much to Legolas' surprise, he did purr. The elf tried with all his might to stop and when he did, he apologized.
"Sorry for what?"
Rachel hadn't even noticed. She ran a finger through his hair lovingly. It sent shock waves through Legolas' scalp and he shuddered. Closing his eyes again, he leaned into her working hands. Soon, the braid was complete.
"Thank you," Legolas whispered sincerely. He looked at her and she smiled. They sat, contemplating what might happen when a howl made Rachel practically jump into Legolas' grip.
"Sorry…" she said, embarrassed. Legolas didn't move. He held her there, in his lap, afraid that if she moved, he would erupt. Unable to speak, he nodded his head slightly. His purring was very prominent and Rachel could hear it. Luckily for Legolas, she thought a warg was growling nearby.
"Will they…?" she began. Legolas knew what she wanted to ask.
"No…no, they won't try to…attack. We've frightened them too much," he said in her ear. Rachel shivered in his grasp. He felt it. Could it be that she…? No…it was impossible.
"Are you alright, Legolas?" she asked. He nodded, gulping. She had no clue.
"I could not feel…more alive," he told her in her ear. Again, she shivered. It was almost too much to bear. It was torture. No terrorist had caused her this much torment. If only he would…
"I'm sorry…" she said again. This time, she slid off of Legolas' lap and both were met with immeasurable coldness.
"Do not apologize," Legolas said, obviously depressed. He leaned back against the cliff. She didn't feel the same. Why would she embrace the cold instead of him if she did? Rachel turned her back to him and curled her feet upward. Legolas sat, watching her breathe and sleep and sigh and toss and turn until he had to blink. Why this woman? What made Aragorn so sure she felt the same way?
Rachel was asleep. Maybe not everything about elves had become a part of her yet, but she definitely slept.
"Rachel," Legolas said, tasting her name upon his tongue. A shuffle beside him made Legolas snap his head in that direction.
"Rest, Legolas. I will stand watch," Gimli said. Legolas nodded, but knew the dwarf couldn't see it in the immense darkness. He lay on his back, then thought better of it. Rachel had turned toward him in her dreams and she seemed more troubled then ever before. Legolas turned on his side and ran his hand along her jaw. Again, she became calm and sighed, not wanting him to leave her even in dreams.
"Nin mel le," Legolas said in her ear. Asleep, she quaked. The dwarf was too busy finding a comfortable place to sit to hear Legolas tell Rachel's sleeping form "I love you." Legolas leaned down and gave Rachel a small kiss on the forehead.
Even that nearly destroyed him. He lay against the cliff once again, convulsing from the desire. Nearly…unbearable…
A/N: I know that was probably the corniest chapter in this story, but I had no ideas, so I typed and that's what my demented, sick, pathetic mind threw at my fingers. I hope you enjoyed my twisted idiocy!