Love Never Expected (9/?)
By Dragonflyer
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and I do not intend take them or use them as my own.
Chapter 9: Hope Lost
Fleur lay next to Legolas on the cold, marble floor. She felt tired and weak from the night's exploits. Much of her robe was torn and she had several gashes on her arms and legs. She slightly turned toward the other woman lying on the other side of the room, still unconscious. Fleur grinned to herself in satisfaction and turned back to Legolas. 'She deserved everything that happened and more,' she thought.
Legolas was breathing heavily and had gone even paler from fever. Fleur absent-mindedly started to stroke his long, blond hair. It was unusually soft and silky. Fleur found it very pleasurable, almost as pleasurable as brushing her own long, blond hair. Fleur stopped suddenly as Legolas took in a sharp, painful breath. 'I have to get my wand,' Fleur realized. She turned around to find it lying only several feet from her.
Fleur sighed and gathered up her strength, she was going to need it. She slowly dragged herself to where the wand lay, unknowingly leaving a trail of blood on the floor. Fleur took her wand and sat up, leaning against the nearest chair.
Fleur looked down at herself; arms caked with dried blood, her robes torn and ruined, and her silver hair in a mess. Fleur cast some quick spells, healing her wounds, then turned toward Legolas.
He lay on the floor, his face creased in pain and sweat beaded on his forehead.
Fleur felt a pang in her heart. She knew she couldn't loose him, not only because he was the Prince and heir, but also because she found herself in love with him. She had never met anyone like Legolas before, and she wasn't about to loose the only man who could see her for who she was.
Fleur narrowed her eyes in determination. She rose and walked up next to Legolas, all pain and soreness forgotten. Fleur carefully placed herself behind Legolas and rapped her arms around his chest. She dragged him to the bed and with all her strength pushed him onto it.
Out of breath, Fleur leaned against the side of the bed to rest. When she was ready Fleur got to her feet and went to inspect the unconscious woman.
Fleur found no I.D. or any identification. She sighed in frustration and searched her again. 'Success!' Fleur thought as she pulled out a wand from the woman's knee-high boot. Fleur examined it for a while.
She could tell it was made out of mahogany and looked worn out with finger prints on it's handle. Fleur took it and placed it on the table on the next to the bed.
Fleur looked toward the woman again with scorn. She would have to do something with her in the meantime.
Once again Legolas made a sharp gasp of pain. Fleur looked over at him on the bed. ' I have to find out what's wrong with him before it's too late', Fleur thought, looking back at the woman. ' Whatever you did to him I swear, I will make you pay a thousand fold.'
Fleur thought about what she should do with her for a few moments before deciding to lock her up in one of the room's walking closets. Fleur, as she had done to Legolas, dragged the woman to the nearest closet and left her inside.
After closing the door Fleur eye's trailed to Legolas. 'I have to find out what's wrong with him. I just have to!' Fleur began studying his condition. It was evident that he was in a great deal of pain; he was shaking and twitching, and every now and then he would toss from side to side, clutching the bed sheets around him.
Fleur gently placed the back of her hand on his forehead. She frowned. Legolas was burning up. Fleur quickly rushed to the bathroom to get a wet towel to place on Legolas' head. After placing it on him Legolas seemed to calm down, although not by much.
Then Fleur remembered about a book of potions she had brought with her in her luggage. Fleur rushed to her room and threw open her trunk. Fleur rummaged threw her clothes until she found what she was looking for. Fleur held in her hand a book titled "Advanced Potions for the Traveling Wizard".
Fleur flipped threw the pages looking for any kind of types of poisons that might even give her a clue to what Legolas might have.
Finally Fleur looked up a potion that resulted in the same symptoms Legolas showed. Fleur read it slowly and carefully. It read:
Dyamon Potion: Rare and fatal, Dyamon Potion consists of many
deadly symptoms consisting of shaking and trembling.
Fever is also a common symptom of this poison.
Antidote: None known.
Fleur let the book fall from her fingers. She stared blankly at her hands where the book once was. Fleur felt the blood rush out of her face and her hands started to tremble.
Fleur just sat there. She didn't know for how long exactly, but she didn't care about time. All she could think about was Legolas and the Dyamon Potion. She couldn't believe it, no antidote. Without an antidote Legolas was going to die.
Fleur suddenly felt a deep, sickening pain in the pit of her stomach. She was going to loose the only man she ever loved.
Fleur slowly walked back to where Legolas lay. She leaned against the wall and peered at him. He had settled down, but still had a pained expression on his face.
Fleur knelt down next to the bed and began to weep. She tried to stop herself, but found she couldn't. She stayed there crying until she fell asleep.
Author Note: Sorry I took long, school started and it was killing me! Well, enjoy, I'm already writing ch.10.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and I do not intend take them or use them as my own.
Chapter 9: Hope Lost
Fleur lay next to Legolas on the cold, marble floor. She felt tired and weak from the night's exploits. Much of her robe was torn and she had several gashes on her arms and legs. She slightly turned toward the other woman lying on the other side of the room, still unconscious. Fleur grinned to herself in satisfaction and turned back to Legolas. 'She deserved everything that happened and more,' she thought.
Legolas was breathing heavily and had gone even paler from fever. Fleur absent-mindedly started to stroke his long, blond hair. It was unusually soft and silky. Fleur found it very pleasurable, almost as pleasurable as brushing her own long, blond hair. Fleur stopped suddenly as Legolas took in a sharp, painful breath. 'I have to get my wand,' Fleur realized. She turned around to find it lying only several feet from her.
Fleur sighed and gathered up her strength, she was going to need it. She slowly dragged herself to where the wand lay, unknowingly leaving a trail of blood on the floor. Fleur took her wand and sat up, leaning against the nearest chair.
Fleur looked down at herself; arms caked with dried blood, her robes torn and ruined, and her silver hair in a mess. Fleur cast some quick spells, healing her wounds, then turned toward Legolas.
He lay on the floor, his face creased in pain and sweat beaded on his forehead.
Fleur felt a pang in her heart. She knew she couldn't loose him, not only because he was the Prince and heir, but also because she found herself in love with him. She had never met anyone like Legolas before, and she wasn't about to loose the only man who could see her for who she was.
Fleur narrowed her eyes in determination. She rose and walked up next to Legolas, all pain and soreness forgotten. Fleur carefully placed herself behind Legolas and rapped her arms around his chest. She dragged him to the bed and with all her strength pushed him onto it.
Out of breath, Fleur leaned against the side of the bed to rest. When she was ready Fleur got to her feet and went to inspect the unconscious woman.
Fleur found no I.D. or any identification. She sighed in frustration and searched her again. 'Success!' Fleur thought as she pulled out a wand from the woman's knee-high boot. Fleur examined it for a while.
She could tell it was made out of mahogany and looked worn out with finger prints on it's handle. Fleur took it and placed it on the table on the next to the bed.
Fleur looked toward the woman again with scorn. She would have to do something with her in the meantime.
Once again Legolas made a sharp gasp of pain. Fleur looked over at him on the bed. ' I have to find out what's wrong with him before it's too late', Fleur thought, looking back at the woman. ' Whatever you did to him I swear, I will make you pay a thousand fold.'
Fleur thought about what she should do with her for a few moments before deciding to lock her up in one of the room's walking closets. Fleur, as she had done to Legolas, dragged the woman to the nearest closet and left her inside.
After closing the door Fleur eye's trailed to Legolas. 'I have to find out what's wrong with him. I just have to!' Fleur began studying his condition. It was evident that he was in a great deal of pain; he was shaking and twitching, and every now and then he would toss from side to side, clutching the bed sheets around him.
Fleur gently placed the back of her hand on his forehead. She frowned. Legolas was burning up. Fleur quickly rushed to the bathroom to get a wet towel to place on Legolas' head. After placing it on him Legolas seemed to calm down, although not by much.
Then Fleur remembered about a book of potions she had brought with her in her luggage. Fleur rushed to her room and threw open her trunk. Fleur rummaged threw her clothes until she found what she was looking for. Fleur held in her hand a book titled "Advanced Potions for the Traveling Wizard".
Fleur flipped threw the pages looking for any kind of types of poisons that might even give her a clue to what Legolas might have.
Finally Fleur looked up a potion that resulted in the same symptoms Legolas showed. Fleur read it slowly and carefully. It read:
Dyamon Potion: Rare and fatal, Dyamon Potion consists of many
deadly symptoms consisting of shaking and trembling.
Fever is also a common symptom of this poison.
Antidote: None known.
Fleur let the book fall from her fingers. She stared blankly at her hands where the book once was. Fleur felt the blood rush out of her face and her hands started to tremble.
Fleur just sat there. She didn't know for how long exactly, but she didn't care about time. All she could think about was Legolas and the Dyamon Potion. She couldn't believe it, no antidote. Without an antidote Legolas was going to die.
Fleur suddenly felt a deep, sickening pain in the pit of her stomach. She was going to loose the only man she ever loved.
Fleur slowly walked back to where Legolas lay. She leaned against the wall and peered at him. He had settled down, but still had a pained expression on his face.
Fleur knelt down next to the bed and began to weep. She tried to stop herself, but found she couldn't. She stayed there crying until she fell asleep.
Author Note: Sorry I took long, school started and it was killing me! Well, enjoy, I'm already writing ch.10.
