As the days began to blend together, and time seemed to just stop,
Rumor grew quieter and quieter. She was ashamed of her behavior; she had
been carrying on as if she was friends with these people. It's not fair to
them or her; she would only end up getting hurt in the end. She was going
to have to be more careful and withdrawn.
Late one night, mere weeks after the journey began; Legolas crept silently in the shadows of the night. It was his night at watch and he was growing restless. Something drew near; he could feel it in the pit of his stomach. Something was going to happen. Despite his growing fears of the future, a look at the sleeping girl calmed his nerves. He was worried about her, in fact they all were. No longer did she talk with Boromir, or joke around with the Halflings, now she was a silent watcher of those around her. The pain in her eyes seemed to grow with each passing day as she sank farther into her dark abyss.
Lost within his thoughts, Legolas was startled out of his daze to a soft groaning. Roaming his eyes over the Fellowship, over his friends, his bright blue eyes rested on the no longer still figure of the girl. Now she was tossing and turning, her face scrunched up in agony. Leaning over her, Legolas placed a gentle hand upon her forehead, "Wake up little one." He whispered, aware of the stirring figures as the Fellowship awoke to the girl's sounds and movements. "Wake up little one, please awaken."
Rumor's eyes fluttered open as she screamed and flew up into a sitting position, and into comforting arms. Tensing slightly, Rumor shook from head to toe, unsure of hose arms she was in until the owner of the arms whispered soothing words in the tongue of the elves. She was aware of the concerned looks she got from the Fellowship, but tried to ignore them. She didn't want to deal with them, not now.
Legolas felt the girl tense up in his arms, but ignored it as he tightened his grip around her. Her thin body trembled from the nightmare, but the quaking soon creased as her body calmed from his soothing words. Concern was written across everyone's faces with panic outlining their eyes. No one knew what had just happened, and the only one who did was not offering any explanation.
Rumor let out a long, shaky breath, before realizing she was still in the arms of Legolas Greenleaf. Blushing slightly, the light pink noticeable against her pale skin, Rumor pulled out of the elf's embrace, although she was strangely reluctant to do so. Trying to avoid everyone's looks, she stared at the ground, suddenly finding it very fascinating. "Sorry for waking ya'll up," she whispered, trying to get them to leave her alone.
Gandalf crouched down beside Legolas, and in front of the girl, "Nonsense child, do not worry yourself over petty things." He struggled to meet her eyes, "What is it that haunts you, my child?"
Rumor shook her head, "I don't know. I forgot the dream as soon as I woke up...sorry." Aragorn and Gandalf shared a dubious look, they knew she was hiding something, but they couldn't come up with what. Pippin walked over to Rumor and snuggled up beside her. This action surprised everyone in the Fellowship, and despite Rumor's tense body, he stayed where he was. Rumor surprised herself by slowly relaxing her body and wrapping her arms around the young hobbit. "Do not fear anymore, Rumor. I'll protect you." The Halfling said sleepily, his eyes partly closed from sleep.
Rumor smiled down at the hobbit, "I don't doubt that." She said yawning, despite her growing fear of sleeping. Hugging Pippin closer to her body, Rumor laid down and let sleep take her, while still trying to ignore the curious gazes of the Fellowship as they too headed back to their own sleeping areas.
Legolas settled by a tree, his intense blue eyes watching the still form of the sleeping girl. She seemed content with the hobbit in her arms, and was now sleeping peacefully once more. His arms felt empty in the absence of the girl, and he ached to have her in them once again. He had liked the feeling of her in his arms, and was determined to have her there for good.
Late one night, mere weeks after the journey began; Legolas crept silently in the shadows of the night. It was his night at watch and he was growing restless. Something drew near; he could feel it in the pit of his stomach. Something was going to happen. Despite his growing fears of the future, a look at the sleeping girl calmed his nerves. He was worried about her, in fact they all were. No longer did she talk with Boromir, or joke around with the Halflings, now she was a silent watcher of those around her. The pain in her eyes seemed to grow with each passing day as she sank farther into her dark abyss.
Lost within his thoughts, Legolas was startled out of his daze to a soft groaning. Roaming his eyes over the Fellowship, over his friends, his bright blue eyes rested on the no longer still figure of the girl. Now she was tossing and turning, her face scrunched up in agony. Leaning over her, Legolas placed a gentle hand upon her forehead, "Wake up little one." He whispered, aware of the stirring figures as the Fellowship awoke to the girl's sounds and movements. "Wake up little one, please awaken."
Rumor's eyes fluttered open as she screamed and flew up into a sitting position, and into comforting arms. Tensing slightly, Rumor shook from head to toe, unsure of hose arms she was in until the owner of the arms whispered soothing words in the tongue of the elves. She was aware of the concerned looks she got from the Fellowship, but tried to ignore them. She didn't want to deal with them, not now.
Legolas felt the girl tense up in his arms, but ignored it as he tightened his grip around her. Her thin body trembled from the nightmare, but the quaking soon creased as her body calmed from his soothing words. Concern was written across everyone's faces with panic outlining their eyes. No one knew what had just happened, and the only one who did was not offering any explanation.
Rumor let out a long, shaky breath, before realizing she was still in the arms of Legolas Greenleaf. Blushing slightly, the light pink noticeable against her pale skin, Rumor pulled out of the elf's embrace, although she was strangely reluctant to do so. Trying to avoid everyone's looks, she stared at the ground, suddenly finding it very fascinating. "Sorry for waking ya'll up," she whispered, trying to get them to leave her alone.
Gandalf crouched down beside Legolas, and in front of the girl, "Nonsense child, do not worry yourself over petty things." He struggled to meet her eyes, "What is it that haunts you, my child?"
Rumor shook her head, "I don't know. I forgot the dream as soon as I woke up...sorry." Aragorn and Gandalf shared a dubious look, they knew she was hiding something, but they couldn't come up with what. Pippin walked over to Rumor and snuggled up beside her. This action surprised everyone in the Fellowship, and despite Rumor's tense body, he stayed where he was. Rumor surprised herself by slowly relaxing her body and wrapping her arms around the young hobbit. "Do not fear anymore, Rumor. I'll protect you." The Halfling said sleepily, his eyes partly closed from sleep.
Rumor smiled down at the hobbit, "I don't doubt that." She said yawning, despite her growing fear of sleeping. Hugging Pippin closer to her body, Rumor laid down and let sleep take her, while still trying to ignore the curious gazes of the Fellowship as they too headed back to their own sleeping areas.
Legolas settled by a tree, his intense blue eyes watching the still form of the sleeping girl. She seemed content with the hobbit in her arms, and was now sleeping peacefully once more. His arms felt empty in the absence of the girl, and he ached to have her in them once again. He had liked the feeling of her in his arms, and was determined to have her there for good.