Recap: "Thanks for the flowers,"
He turns and leaves, leaving you naked on the bench, a large smile on your face.
You stand on the balcony, in your white day dress once again. The soft wind brushes your face-an echo of his hands. You sigh and look over to his balcony. There is a noise from inside, but he doesn't emerge. You decide to head to Madame Lithinae's quarters to see what your duty is today.
"All the servants and maids have a day off. There is a meeting going on in the main house, and Lord Elrond wishes it that no one is around. You however, are a Lady in waiting, so you will accompany Lady Arwen for a walk, before changing the guest's bandage once the meeting is over,"
"Thank you Madame" you say, backing out the door and walking to Arwen's chamber. You wait until her maid walks out before knocking.
"Your name? I am ready for my walk, I will be out in a second," calls the Lady. You hear a rustle of paper and she steps out, locking her door with the silver key. You offer her your arm and you walk the same path that you and the Prince walked last night.
There are no fairies playing in the flowers, but there is a dewy mist lying over the grass.
"Such a fresh morning," says Arwen quietly. You nod and turn to see a tear rolling down her cheek.
"Milady, may I ask what is wrong?" you say cautiously.
"You may have seen me talking with a fine gentleman at dinner last night, yes?"
"Yes," you reply.
"His name is Aragorn, son of Arathorn, Chief of the Dúnedain. He is the last remnant in the North of the race of men. He is the descendant of Isildur of Gondor. My father has raised him since he was but a boy, but he left and became a Ranger of the Wandering northern men. But as I said, he is a mortal man. He will die, and I will live on in mourning. We love one another, and it is our wish to be married," she finishes, turning to you, her teary eyes searching for comfort.
You lean over and hug her, letting her head drop on your shoulder.
"Your name, you have been such a good friend to me. I only hope our friendship will grow more in the times to come," Arwen's tears soak through your white dress, her perfect skin tear-streaked and troubled. She lifted her head and stared into your eyes. "Why do you look like that? What is the matter?" she asks politely. You shake your head and smile, but secretly inside you are grinning at the white mark on the bench you are sitting on. You talk with the lady about several things, being very cautious when the subject of the guests was brought up. You changed the subject to the weather, clearly trying to avoid anything to do with Legolas. His face was in your mind, right when he had tensed up, lying right here.......
"Your name? Hello?" she shakes your shoulders, causing you to blush, "You look awfully peaky, would you like to return inside? I don't mind about our walk, I would rather be there for......him," she drifts off, leaving you on the bench. You get up, purposely not looking back and you head towards the injured man with the beautiful eye's chamber.
When you get there, you know he isn't there. You walk straight in and proceed top arrange the new medical equipment on the side table, waiting for his return. You sit on the bed, breathing in the musky smell from the sheets. You are so tired, all night you had been up thinking and smiling to yourself. Slowly, you lean back, until you hit the soft feathery bed. Your eyelids close, and you drift into unconsciousness.
There is a soft groan near you, and you squint your eyes against the sun reaching through the window. Turning away, you see a silhouette struggling with something. You quickly get up and walk over to the small person, turning them round. You then realise it is the wounded man. You are slightly startled at his height, but none the less, take the bandage off him, his cheeks turning red.
"I'm sorry, you looked so peaceful, like an angel, I really didn't want to wake you,"
"It's fine, honest, Mr......,"
"Baggins, Frodo Baggins," says the small man, "In case you are wondering, I am a hobbit, a shire-person. You where probably shocked," he smiles a timid grin. You smile back and motion to the bed. This time, he pulls the shirt off his shoulder without you asking, and you proceed to remove the dirty bandage. He talks while you work.
"Did you enjoy last night?" he asks.
"What?!" you say, panicking.
"The feast, the festivities. Did you enjoy them?"
"Oh! Yes, very much. Great music," you mutter, going back to the wound, your face burning. He hisses through his teeth again, and you apologise. Finishing the job once again, you quickly leave, running to your room and straight out to the balcony. Whispering his name, you grew impatient, as he wouldn't answer. Speaking, shouting, you said,
"Legolas!"
There is a frantic tumble from his room and he emerges with a towel around his lower half. You raise an eyebrow and smile.
"Did I interrupt you?"
"I was just having a bath," he replies shortly; leaning over his railing, close enough to......
Your hands are on his face, your lips crushed against his, tasting him, exploring him. He breaks away to breath, and you continue to hold onto his amazing face.
"Good afternoon" he smiles politely, leaning in again to kiss you. You pull back, letting go of his face.
"What was the meeting about?" you ask, knowing it is none of your business.
"Oh, do we have to talk about this now?" he says impatiently, a guilty look on his face.
"Last night, you told me you would be back. What does that mean?"
"I meant I would be back to see you today, like now"
"Don't hide anything from me," you say, boring into his eyes. He turns away and starts to touch the roses on his balcony.
"I may have to leave-for a long time. Maybe a year, I don't know."
You look down at the ground below you, your eyes wide and unblinking. He reaches over and cups your face.
"I will miss you," you say, tears welling up in your eyes.
"And I you, my sweet," he says, removing his hand and kissing the corner of your mouth.
"When are you leaving?" you say, trying to sound normal.
"Tomorrow,"
I know it is short, but I promise the next chappie will be good. Thank you all for your patient waiting! I'm so happy about all these reviews, you know I love you all!
CrystalMoonPrincess: Well, I'm so glad, I'm honoured you think this of my story. Thank you.
LOTRobsessor: Thank you, but it's hard to update at the moment. Here it is though!
rogue mystique: I KNOW! You are worthy! YES! Legolas likes YOU! Teehee
Railynn: You how much I adore your work- Thank you so much. And I will come to you for advice, thank you for the offer.
Kittynip9: Its cool. I forgive you teehee. I'm so glad you like my story, and I'll try to keep up the standards.
He turns and leaves, leaving you naked on the bench, a large smile on your face.
You stand on the balcony, in your white day dress once again. The soft wind brushes your face-an echo of his hands. You sigh and look over to his balcony. There is a noise from inside, but he doesn't emerge. You decide to head to Madame Lithinae's quarters to see what your duty is today.
"All the servants and maids have a day off. There is a meeting going on in the main house, and Lord Elrond wishes it that no one is around. You however, are a Lady in waiting, so you will accompany Lady Arwen for a walk, before changing the guest's bandage once the meeting is over,"
"Thank you Madame" you say, backing out the door and walking to Arwen's chamber. You wait until her maid walks out before knocking.
"Your name? I am ready for my walk, I will be out in a second," calls the Lady. You hear a rustle of paper and she steps out, locking her door with the silver key. You offer her your arm and you walk the same path that you and the Prince walked last night.
There are no fairies playing in the flowers, but there is a dewy mist lying over the grass.
"Such a fresh morning," says Arwen quietly. You nod and turn to see a tear rolling down her cheek.
"Milady, may I ask what is wrong?" you say cautiously.
"You may have seen me talking with a fine gentleman at dinner last night, yes?"
"Yes," you reply.
"His name is Aragorn, son of Arathorn, Chief of the Dúnedain. He is the last remnant in the North of the race of men. He is the descendant of Isildur of Gondor. My father has raised him since he was but a boy, but he left and became a Ranger of the Wandering northern men. But as I said, he is a mortal man. He will die, and I will live on in mourning. We love one another, and it is our wish to be married," she finishes, turning to you, her teary eyes searching for comfort.
You lean over and hug her, letting her head drop on your shoulder.
"Your name, you have been such a good friend to me. I only hope our friendship will grow more in the times to come," Arwen's tears soak through your white dress, her perfect skin tear-streaked and troubled. She lifted her head and stared into your eyes. "Why do you look like that? What is the matter?" she asks politely. You shake your head and smile, but secretly inside you are grinning at the white mark on the bench you are sitting on. You talk with the lady about several things, being very cautious when the subject of the guests was brought up. You changed the subject to the weather, clearly trying to avoid anything to do with Legolas. His face was in your mind, right when he had tensed up, lying right here.......
"Your name? Hello?" she shakes your shoulders, causing you to blush, "You look awfully peaky, would you like to return inside? I don't mind about our walk, I would rather be there for......him," she drifts off, leaving you on the bench. You get up, purposely not looking back and you head towards the injured man with the beautiful eye's chamber.
When you get there, you know he isn't there. You walk straight in and proceed top arrange the new medical equipment on the side table, waiting for his return. You sit on the bed, breathing in the musky smell from the sheets. You are so tired, all night you had been up thinking and smiling to yourself. Slowly, you lean back, until you hit the soft feathery bed. Your eyelids close, and you drift into unconsciousness.
There is a soft groan near you, and you squint your eyes against the sun reaching through the window. Turning away, you see a silhouette struggling with something. You quickly get up and walk over to the small person, turning them round. You then realise it is the wounded man. You are slightly startled at his height, but none the less, take the bandage off him, his cheeks turning red.
"I'm sorry, you looked so peaceful, like an angel, I really didn't want to wake you,"
"It's fine, honest, Mr......,"
"Baggins, Frodo Baggins," says the small man, "In case you are wondering, I am a hobbit, a shire-person. You where probably shocked," he smiles a timid grin. You smile back and motion to the bed. This time, he pulls the shirt off his shoulder without you asking, and you proceed to remove the dirty bandage. He talks while you work.
"Did you enjoy last night?" he asks.
"What?!" you say, panicking.
"The feast, the festivities. Did you enjoy them?"
"Oh! Yes, very much. Great music," you mutter, going back to the wound, your face burning. He hisses through his teeth again, and you apologise. Finishing the job once again, you quickly leave, running to your room and straight out to the balcony. Whispering his name, you grew impatient, as he wouldn't answer. Speaking, shouting, you said,
"Legolas!"
There is a frantic tumble from his room and he emerges with a towel around his lower half. You raise an eyebrow and smile.
"Did I interrupt you?"
"I was just having a bath," he replies shortly; leaning over his railing, close enough to......
Your hands are on his face, your lips crushed against his, tasting him, exploring him. He breaks away to breath, and you continue to hold onto his amazing face.
"Good afternoon" he smiles politely, leaning in again to kiss you. You pull back, letting go of his face.
"What was the meeting about?" you ask, knowing it is none of your business.
"Oh, do we have to talk about this now?" he says impatiently, a guilty look on his face.
"Last night, you told me you would be back. What does that mean?"
"I meant I would be back to see you today, like now"
"Don't hide anything from me," you say, boring into his eyes. He turns away and starts to touch the roses on his balcony.
"I may have to leave-for a long time. Maybe a year, I don't know."
You look down at the ground below you, your eyes wide and unblinking. He reaches over and cups your face.
"I will miss you," you say, tears welling up in your eyes.
"And I you, my sweet," he says, removing his hand and kissing the corner of your mouth.
"When are you leaving?" you say, trying to sound normal.
"Tomorrow,"
I know it is short, but I promise the next chappie will be good. Thank you all for your patient waiting! I'm so happy about all these reviews, you know I love you all!
CrystalMoonPrincess: Well, I'm so glad, I'm honoured you think this of my story. Thank you.
LOTRobsessor: Thank you, but it's hard to update at the moment. Here it is though!
rogue mystique: I KNOW! You are worthy! YES! Legolas likes YOU! Teehee
Railynn: You how much I adore your work- Thank you so much. And I will come to you for advice, thank you for the offer.
Kittynip9: Its cool. I forgive you teehee. I'm so glad you like my story, and I'll try to keep up the standards.