Chapter 9 – When It's Raining
If it is conceivable, Legolas was having just as hard of a time. Yet he was determined not to break his promise to Katarina, thus breaking her heart. Eventually, Katarina's plan to keep him busy with thoughts of her began to work, and he began to smile again. She was exceptionally pleased when standing in her room one morning, she felt him come behind her and wrap his arms around her waist, kissing her neck. "A min mela lle, Katarina." He had said. "I love you, Katarina."
Something must have disturbed the Gods that day, because as the sun began to set, dark clouds rolled above Rivendell from the East and unleashed a downpour of quenching rain. For hours, large drops fell with no sign of relenting.
For one reason or another, the musical splatter of raindrops on her roof made Lianna feel...well, odd. It made her feel sad and lonely, wishing to cry, and yet made her feel free and hopeful, as if any moment darkness would yield to a beautiful rainbow gracing the blue sky. At any rate, the feeling compelled her to feel the drops on her skin. She opened her window and thrust her hand out, palm up, as if catching droplets to put away for another lonely day. But that was not enough. She wanted to feel it more, she wanted to feel it on her face, soaking in her clothes, cooling her burned heart. So, she slid out her window and landed with a squish onto the dirt.
She walked a straight, purposeful line, making for the garden. But as she walked, her pace slowed, and she extended her arms outward, tilting her head to the sky. With closed eyes, she rotated in a circle, letting the droplets hit her face. The rain made her forget her worries, as the splashing took her mind away. She sat on the stone bench of the garden, with the great oak's leaves shielding her from the drops. Lianna breathed a sigh of relief. There would be a rainbow soon. It was almost over.
Legolas was lying awake in his bed when he heard the rain begin. It pitter pattered on the balcony outside, and the wind blew in his open window, billowing the curtains into his room. He watched them flap and flutter for a moment before he spontaneously decided he wanted to feel the wet drops on his skin.
He looked at the white silk sheet, which was spread over his bare chest. He turned his head to Katarina, who was lying asleep next to him. Poor Katarina. She had been trying so hard. But not even her efforts could give Legolas what he wanted: to feel. It seemed so long since Legolas had really felt. He hoped the rain would relieve the ache. He hoped it would quench his thirst.
He wore his sleep breeches and buttoned his white tunic a few buttons up from the bottom. The first footstep he took outside was breathtaking. Literally breathtaking. Legolas breathed deep and smiled, in awe. He flattened his palms to the sky for a moment, closing his eyes. Letting the rain run across his face felt somehow cleansing. Like it would wash away the pain in his soul, and he was temporarily comforted.
The feeling was very short lived, however. For as Legolas made his way toward the garden, each step grew increasingly anxious. He had no idea what was causing the feeling, yet he could not stop his pace from quickening. With not a clue where or what he was rushing to, he strode on the grey stone path toward the garden.
About a second and a half before she heard the footsteps, Lianna felt a burning desire to high tail it out of sight. The liberation and calm the rain brought her was gone. And a second and a half later, she realized why. She spun around and saw Legolas quickly heading her way. His white shirt, unbuttoned, soaking. His hair drenched, hung like soft blonde icicles. He looked staggeringly, madly irresistible. When she moved, she caught his attention, and he stopped.
She looked like a frightened, pathetic child. Wide eyes, soaking clothes, moppy hair. Yet the image held a strange charm. Legolas couldn't help but mutter her name, barely audible, with the desire of a forsaken lover. "Lianna." Her eyes lost their fright, and a feeling swept over her. Uncontrollable, fervor and excitement gripped her heart, too strong for her mind to disobey. She stood and began to walk toward him, and he toward her. Her steps quickened, as did his, while the space between them closed. They ran toward each other, never fast enough to match the need to be in each other's arms. He swept her up in a passionate kiss.
Their desire was unquenchable, and they kissed in the rain, never wanting to end. But finally, Legolas pulled away; he needed to say something. "Lianna," breathing hard, "I had thought of a whole spiel so many years ago to tell you how I felt, and I still remember every word of it, but now it seems rather silly. So I'll just say it...I love you so much. It has always been you. I thought I could put my feelings for you away, but they have always been there. There can be no one else. Only you, Lianna. Only you."
Legolas was glad it was raining, for it hid the tears that rolled from his eyes. "Oh, Legolas! I thought I'd die without you! I love you too!" They paused and looked at each other, grinning. Lianna chuckled, then the chuckle grew into an all out belly laugh. It was contagious. Legolas began laughing with her. The laughter stemmed from relief and joy that the pain was over. They had each other now, they needed nothing else. Both knew in their hearts that neither of them would ever feel that much pain again.
But they were wrong, for they were blissfully unaware of Katarina lurking behind a statue in the garden, watching their display. Her face changed from pain to silent resolution and bitterness.
Reviews! ~Austin B.
If it is conceivable, Legolas was having just as hard of a time. Yet he was determined not to break his promise to Katarina, thus breaking her heart. Eventually, Katarina's plan to keep him busy with thoughts of her began to work, and he began to smile again. She was exceptionally pleased when standing in her room one morning, she felt him come behind her and wrap his arms around her waist, kissing her neck. "A min mela lle, Katarina." He had said. "I love you, Katarina."
Something must have disturbed the Gods that day, because as the sun began to set, dark clouds rolled above Rivendell from the East and unleashed a downpour of quenching rain. For hours, large drops fell with no sign of relenting.
For one reason or another, the musical splatter of raindrops on her roof made Lianna feel...well, odd. It made her feel sad and lonely, wishing to cry, and yet made her feel free and hopeful, as if any moment darkness would yield to a beautiful rainbow gracing the blue sky. At any rate, the feeling compelled her to feel the drops on her skin. She opened her window and thrust her hand out, palm up, as if catching droplets to put away for another lonely day. But that was not enough. She wanted to feel it more, she wanted to feel it on her face, soaking in her clothes, cooling her burned heart. So, she slid out her window and landed with a squish onto the dirt.
She walked a straight, purposeful line, making for the garden. But as she walked, her pace slowed, and she extended her arms outward, tilting her head to the sky. With closed eyes, she rotated in a circle, letting the droplets hit her face. The rain made her forget her worries, as the splashing took her mind away. She sat on the stone bench of the garden, with the great oak's leaves shielding her from the drops. Lianna breathed a sigh of relief. There would be a rainbow soon. It was almost over.
Legolas was lying awake in his bed when he heard the rain begin. It pitter pattered on the balcony outside, and the wind blew in his open window, billowing the curtains into his room. He watched them flap and flutter for a moment before he spontaneously decided he wanted to feel the wet drops on his skin.
He looked at the white silk sheet, which was spread over his bare chest. He turned his head to Katarina, who was lying asleep next to him. Poor Katarina. She had been trying so hard. But not even her efforts could give Legolas what he wanted: to feel. It seemed so long since Legolas had really felt. He hoped the rain would relieve the ache. He hoped it would quench his thirst.
He wore his sleep breeches and buttoned his white tunic a few buttons up from the bottom. The first footstep he took outside was breathtaking. Literally breathtaking. Legolas breathed deep and smiled, in awe. He flattened his palms to the sky for a moment, closing his eyes. Letting the rain run across his face felt somehow cleansing. Like it would wash away the pain in his soul, and he was temporarily comforted.
The feeling was very short lived, however. For as Legolas made his way toward the garden, each step grew increasingly anxious. He had no idea what was causing the feeling, yet he could not stop his pace from quickening. With not a clue where or what he was rushing to, he strode on the grey stone path toward the garden.
About a second and a half before she heard the footsteps, Lianna felt a burning desire to high tail it out of sight. The liberation and calm the rain brought her was gone. And a second and a half later, she realized why. She spun around and saw Legolas quickly heading her way. His white shirt, unbuttoned, soaking. His hair drenched, hung like soft blonde icicles. He looked staggeringly, madly irresistible. When she moved, she caught his attention, and he stopped.
She looked like a frightened, pathetic child. Wide eyes, soaking clothes, moppy hair. Yet the image held a strange charm. Legolas couldn't help but mutter her name, barely audible, with the desire of a forsaken lover. "Lianna." Her eyes lost their fright, and a feeling swept over her. Uncontrollable, fervor and excitement gripped her heart, too strong for her mind to disobey. She stood and began to walk toward him, and he toward her. Her steps quickened, as did his, while the space between them closed. They ran toward each other, never fast enough to match the need to be in each other's arms. He swept her up in a passionate kiss.
Their desire was unquenchable, and they kissed in the rain, never wanting to end. But finally, Legolas pulled away; he needed to say something. "Lianna," breathing hard, "I had thought of a whole spiel so many years ago to tell you how I felt, and I still remember every word of it, but now it seems rather silly. So I'll just say it...I love you so much. It has always been you. I thought I could put my feelings for you away, but they have always been there. There can be no one else. Only you, Lianna. Only you."
Legolas was glad it was raining, for it hid the tears that rolled from his eyes. "Oh, Legolas! I thought I'd die without you! I love you too!" They paused and looked at each other, grinning. Lianna chuckled, then the chuckle grew into an all out belly laugh. It was contagious. Legolas began laughing with her. The laughter stemmed from relief and joy that the pain was over. They had each other now, they needed nothing else. Both knew in their hearts that neither of them would ever feel that much pain again.
But they were wrong, for they were blissfully unaware of Katarina lurking behind a statue in the garden, watching their display. Her face changed from pain to silent resolution and bitterness.
Reviews! ~Austin B.