Love Never Expected (13/?)
Author E-mail: Dragonflyer89@aol.com
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters and I do not intend to use
or take them as my own.
(A/N: I just want to thank Ashley who gave me some of the ideas to my
story. Thank you.)
Chapter 13: Her Tourniquet
Legolas desperately searched the room for something that would help the situation. He was running out of time. Within the minute Fleur would be dead. He looked over at her, lying on the floor, slowly bleeding to death and the poison working in her veins.
'I know of one thing that would cure her, but I vowed that I would never do that,' Legolas thought, looking over at Fleur. 'But I have too, Fleur needs it.' Legolas quickly went over to where his luggage lay.
It has been tossed aside, leaving the door that had held the woman wide open.
Legolas unlatched the trunk and pulled out a sheath containing one of the many long swords he had brought with them.
He sauntered back to where Fleur lay bleeding. Legolas knelt down beside her and pulled the sword out of its sheath. Placing the tip of the sharp blade to the center of his palm, he cut himself lightly, not even wincing as he watched a trail of blood flow from his wound.
With his free hand, Legolas tilted Fleur's head upward. Legolas moved his bleeding hand to her mouth when a pale, feeble hand stopped his attempt. Legolas looked at Fleur's face, her eyes barely open.
"No, Legolas," she whispered weakly.
Legolas hesitated a moment before moving his hand toward her mouth once more. "Drink it, Fleur. It's the only thing that can save you right now."
Fleur slowly gave in, dropping her hand to let Legolas' outstretched hand come in contact with her mouth. As his blood touched her lips, Fleur instantly felt a cool wave of energy and strength over whelm her. Fleur, blinking rapidly, looked up at Legolas.
He had set her head back down and had begun examining his wound. Fleur looked at the sword that lay at his side.
Fleur looked up at him, a puzzled look plastered on her face, "What was that? Your blood?"
Legolas looked up from his wound, "Yes, elven blood, especially royal blood, contains healing properties. It eliminated the poison in your system." Carefully placing the sword back in its sheath, Legolas once again went back to tending to his wound. Taking a white cloth from a bedside table, Legolas tried to wrap it around his palm, but, wrapping it too tightly, winced in pain, letting the cloth drop as he clutched his hand.
Seeing this, Fleur moved to sit next to him, gently taking hold of his hand. "Here, let me help you," Fleur urged him to sit still. She took the cloth and gently wrapped it around his hand, making careful moves as she wrapped it over the cut. When she was finished she took his hand in her's and looked into his eyes, "Better?"
Legolas blushed slightly and smiled warmly at her, "Much better, thank you."
Fleur leaned forward toward Legolas as he did the same. They once again came together in a kiss. Fleur eagerly opened her mouth to let Legolas' tongue enter. A thought suddenly struck her mind as they kissed, 'He saved me again. I have to do something to repay him.' Fleur reluctantly pulled herself away from Legolas. "Stay here, I'll be right back," she breathed heavily, her face flushed from kissing him. Fleur quickly stood up and rushed into her room, closing the door behind her.
A/N: Chapter 13 is up. THANK YOU ASHLEY!!!! For helping me with this and reading what I write.
Chapter 13: Her Tourniquet
Legolas desperately searched the room for something that would help the situation. He was running out of time. Within the minute Fleur would be dead. He looked over at her, lying on the floor, slowly bleeding to death and the poison working in her veins.
'I know of one thing that would cure her, but I vowed that I would never do that,' Legolas thought, looking over at Fleur. 'But I have too, Fleur needs it.' Legolas quickly went over to where his luggage lay.
It has been tossed aside, leaving the door that had held the woman wide open.
Legolas unlatched the trunk and pulled out a sheath containing one of the many long swords he had brought with them.
He sauntered back to where Fleur lay bleeding. Legolas knelt down beside her and pulled the sword out of its sheath. Placing the tip of the sharp blade to the center of his palm, he cut himself lightly, not even wincing as he watched a trail of blood flow from his wound.
With his free hand, Legolas tilted Fleur's head upward. Legolas moved his bleeding hand to her mouth when a pale, feeble hand stopped his attempt. Legolas looked at Fleur's face, her eyes barely open.
"No, Legolas," she whispered weakly.
Legolas hesitated a moment before moving his hand toward her mouth once more. "Drink it, Fleur. It's the only thing that can save you right now."
Fleur slowly gave in, dropping her hand to let Legolas' outstretched hand come in contact with her mouth. As his blood touched her lips, Fleur instantly felt a cool wave of energy and strength over whelm her. Fleur, blinking rapidly, looked up at Legolas.
He had set her head back down and had begun examining his wound. Fleur looked at the sword that lay at his side.
Fleur looked up at him, a puzzled look plastered on her face, "What was that? Your blood?"
Legolas looked up from his wound, "Yes, elven blood, especially royal blood, contains healing properties. It eliminated the poison in your system." Carefully placing the sword back in its sheath, Legolas once again went back to tending to his wound. Taking a white cloth from a bedside table, Legolas tried to wrap it around his palm, but, wrapping it too tightly, winced in pain, letting the cloth drop as he clutched his hand.
Seeing this, Fleur moved to sit next to him, gently taking hold of his hand. "Here, let me help you," Fleur urged him to sit still. She took the cloth and gently wrapped it around his hand, making careful moves as she wrapped it over the cut. When she was finished she took his hand in her's and looked into his eyes, "Better?"
Legolas blushed slightly and smiled warmly at her, "Much better, thank you."
Fleur leaned forward toward Legolas as he did the same. They once again came together in a kiss. Fleur eagerly opened her mouth to let Legolas' tongue enter. A thought suddenly struck her mind as they kissed, 'He saved me again. I have to do something to repay him.' Fleur reluctantly pulled herself away from Legolas. "Stay here, I'll be right back," she breathed heavily, her face flushed from kissing him. Fleur quickly stood up and rushed into her room, closing the door behind her.
A/N: Chapter 13 is up. THANK YOU ASHLEY!!!! For helping me with this and reading what I write.
