A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry again for the late posting. I will try to be better at that. I was in Atlanta for a week and then went to the beach so I didn't have that much time to post! My apologizes again. I hope you all like the story so far and you can expect much more things to happen in the following chapters. I know the past few have been somewhat tame but you know what they say: There is silence before the real storm hits. Enjoy!
"Lady Tinioniel? Oi lass get up! We are leaving with or without you." Gimli's voice scorched the idyllic silence. Tinioniel woke refreshed, though the sun had not yet woken. The night was beginning to fray at the ends of the world, and a long journey was ahead of them all. Tinioniel climbed to her feet, humming the song that replayed in her mind with harmonious chords. Stars hanging on to the last part of the night weaved in though the tree's many branches, fiercely tainting Tinioniel's features. A memorable cloak was draped on the soil beneath the tree, blemished like her skin with the dying stars. Tinioniel bent forward and felt the intricate cloth entwine itself in between her fingers. The material was soft and course at the same time.
"Gimli?" Tinioniel called after the dwarf who was walking away in outsized, proud steps. He stopped his pace and turned to look at the maiden who was holding the fabric. "To whom does this belong? I awoke to find it nearby."
"It belongs to the elf." Gimli said quite clearly, as he repeated the sizeable steps he once held. Tinioniel looked upwards into the branches of dense leaves, searching for Legolas.
"Legolas!" She called. "Legolas? Are you awake?" There was a deadened silence. "Legolas?" When no answer came, Tinioniel turned from the tree and faced the direction that Gimli had headed. 'Perhaps he is already awake and he is on his way with the rest of the travelers. And he didn't even bother to wake me!' She screamed within her mind, idly grabbing the grab draped across her. 'Oh when I see him I will have to talk to him about that, leaving me beneath a tree! He did not even have the decency to wake me up! Are elves always this way; so self-centered?'
Tinioniel paused her thoughts abruptly as she fingered the intriguing material that was her blanket in the night. 'This is his, so he isn't as egocentric as I would like to believe I suppose. He has a kind heart.' As Tinioniel's view completed, she felt a presence behind her. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end, a forewarning of something, or someone. A place in between her shoulders blades that continued to the spot in between her chest burned as if a searing light was impaling her. Tinioniel's mind rushed with panic, trying to decide how to handle the situation and as quickly as possible. She called forth power from the tree into her hands, summoning about a power of protection. Tinioniel focused as she twirled around, pivoting on one foot. She let out a small groan as she the force that arose was released from her finger tips. Her gown billowed in the wind as she opened her eyes, the slits filled with a green light. The beam that was released hit her target, as the thing fell to the forest floor. Tinioniel heard a grunt come from the figure hit as the form descended and crashed into the woodland flooring.
The power that invoked her diminished as she looked upon the fallen body. His blond hair was strewn out from his face as his chest rose and fell steadily. A few arrows were scattered out from his unconscious state as the reality of what Tinioniel had just done set in. She covered her mouth with alarm as she stood in her place, not knowing where to go or what to do. She went over quickly to his side, removing the wisps of hair from his fair features. Tinioniel gazed at him, still in shock.
"Did I kill him? No his chest his still moving! Oh no! What do I do? Should I move him? What if I break him? He looks so fragile lying there so helpless! AH! What I am supposed to do?" Tinioniel frantically talked aloud particularly to no one. Tinioniel looked around frenetically, trying to find some source of aid that could help Legolas out of his hopefully temporary a coma. Tinioniel's mind ran in circles. "I am so sorry!" Tinioniel exclaimed as she continued to look around for help. Her breathing was quick and her lungs could not get the full support that they needed. Tinioniel lost all control, thinking that she had just mortally injured one of her closest friends, the one who was able to be by her side. "What have a done? I am so sorry!" Tinioniel kept repeating, still breathing with trepidation. Then a familiar feeling set into her chest. She found it hard to breathe as her surroundings started to smear together, as if an artist poured water on a painting. "This… Feeling. It's… happening..." Tinioniel spoke aloud as the trance that often came was beginning to set upon her again. Tinioniel simply stared off in the distance, unable to think of what to do, purely trying to hold on so that she could help Legolas. Her lungs were ablaze from their unanswered need for oxygen. Suddenly, Tinioniel felt a warm hand on her wrist. She tried to focus on the elf lying on the floor who was now awake.
"Was that really necessary?" Legolas said, as Tinioniel barely discerned his words. Legolas rubbed his chest as his eyes wincingly glanced at Tinioniel. 'He seems… so far away.' Tinioniel spoke to her own mind as she began to slip into darkness. "Tinioniel?" The words hung unanswered in the air as Tinioniel fell back onto the ground with the absence of grace as the sparse grass around her gave her a terrible bed for a dreadful sleep.
A/N: I hope this chapter lived up to expectations and I hope most of all that you enjoyed it! New..uh.. Developments happen in the next chapter with my character Tinioniel. It seems she might have been in middle earth for too long! What happens when Gandalf finds out? Thanks to all the reviewers! The more reviews the quicker I'll post! Much love!