DISCLAIMER: Bleh..same stuff. I do not own anything of this! Nothing! I'm possession'less! No infringement intended.
AUTHOR NOTES: Yep this is a nothing of a chapter...a very, very quick read.
A Dark Sunrise
Chapter Five- Thoughts
The days dragged by for Arwen, and once again she felt the restraining confines of her elven home. She wished to visit Galadriel, to get out, but her father forbid it- orc armies marched by their borders regularly, though they avoided coming within shooting distance. So the Evenstar paced, and waited, and fret. She thought mainly of a dark-haired love. She saw his rugged face often in her dreams, though occasionally, it smoothed, paled, and was framed by straight, platinum locks.
Arwen could still feel the passion of the night of the dance, and it vaguely frightened her. Her heart belonged to Aragorn of course, yet part of her had obviously connected with the blond elf. The worst part was she feared she had harmed the pale prince in some way, for he seemed genuinely afraid of her after their encounter.
She sighed. She would simply have to let time take care of her desire. Surely her passion would fade. Still, she waited, her thought on the company. But they were not for the Ranger alone.
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The trail was hard. Long the fellowship journeyed over and under mountains- through the pain of losing two of their friends- along river and forest, amid battle and separation. Yet Legolas stepped lightly as always, often taking over the leading of the remains of the fellowship. Aragorn was tired, the elf knew. And he marvelled at how the mortal man jogged gamely along, followed grudgingly by Gimli -who had become a surprisingly fast friends- as they searched Rohan for signs of the abducted hobbits, Merry and Pippin. Frodo and Sam had parted ways with the rest of the fellowship in Amon Hen, and Legolas respected their decision to seek out Mt. Doom alone. He feared for them.
Why he felt happy, running nimbly over the rough terrain of Rohan, was a mystery to him. But he thought it might have a little to do with the fact that he was many miles away from a certain elf, and her shining eyes. And her raven hair. And her ivory skin. And tender body which could melt in his arms-
Legolas scowled. She may be far away, but still she haunted his thoughts.
He had always been utterly in control of his emotions, but in just a few moments of dance, that restraint had crumbled as surely as his confidence around Arwen. Being away from her had given him time to regain control, to take back his confidence and aloof nature. Yet still he trembled at the thought of her.
He remembered her voice inside his head, ringing out as clearly as though she had said it aloud. Take care of him. He intended to keep his un-spoken promise, and so he stayed near the Ranger, though doing so caused him pain. He felt that his feelings for Arwen were a betrayal to his friend. He wished Aragorn would yell at him, to punch him for even looking upon his love. But he did not dare whisper a word to the mortal about his secret feelings.
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Blech...I didn't like that chapter too much. I felt like I was reading a text book or something. *sigh* Anyways, that's the last of the short/nothing chapters (for now that is!)...so the next chapter should be more...er...point'ful. Please review!
--Red Dragon
AUTHOR NOTES: Yep this is a nothing of a chapter...a very, very quick read.
A Dark Sunrise
Chapter Five- Thoughts
The days dragged by for Arwen, and once again she felt the restraining confines of her elven home. She wished to visit Galadriel, to get out, but her father forbid it- orc armies marched by their borders regularly, though they avoided coming within shooting distance. So the Evenstar paced, and waited, and fret. She thought mainly of a dark-haired love. She saw his rugged face often in her dreams, though occasionally, it smoothed, paled, and was framed by straight, platinum locks.
Arwen could still feel the passion of the night of the dance, and it vaguely frightened her. Her heart belonged to Aragorn of course, yet part of her had obviously connected with the blond elf. The worst part was she feared she had harmed the pale prince in some way, for he seemed genuinely afraid of her after their encounter.
She sighed. She would simply have to let time take care of her desire. Surely her passion would fade. Still, she waited, her thought on the company. But they were not for the Ranger alone.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
The trail was hard. Long the fellowship journeyed over and under mountains- through the pain of losing two of their friends- along river and forest, amid battle and separation. Yet Legolas stepped lightly as always, often taking over the leading of the remains of the fellowship. Aragorn was tired, the elf knew. And he marvelled at how the mortal man jogged gamely along, followed grudgingly by Gimli -who had become a surprisingly fast friends- as they searched Rohan for signs of the abducted hobbits, Merry and Pippin. Frodo and Sam had parted ways with the rest of the fellowship in Amon Hen, and Legolas respected their decision to seek out Mt. Doom alone. He feared for them.
Why he felt happy, running nimbly over the rough terrain of Rohan, was a mystery to him. But he thought it might have a little to do with the fact that he was many miles away from a certain elf, and her shining eyes. And her raven hair. And her ivory skin. And tender body which could melt in his arms-
Legolas scowled. She may be far away, but still she haunted his thoughts.
He had always been utterly in control of his emotions, but in just a few moments of dance, that restraint had crumbled as surely as his confidence around Arwen. Being away from her had given him time to regain control, to take back his confidence and aloof nature. Yet still he trembled at the thought of her.
He remembered her voice inside his head, ringing out as clearly as though she had said it aloud. Take care of him. He intended to keep his un-spoken promise, and so he stayed near the Ranger, though doing so caused him pain. He felt that his feelings for Arwen were a betrayal to his friend. He wished Aragorn would yell at him, to punch him for even looking upon his love. But he did not dare whisper a word to the mortal about his secret feelings.
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Blech...I didn't like that chapter too much. I felt like I was reading a text book or something. *sigh* Anyways, that's the last of the short/nothing chapters (for now that is!)...so the next chapter should be more...er...point'ful. Please review!
--Red Dragon