Hey, all.
There will be only one more update for this story before break, and that's only if I break from cramming for finals to work on it/ post it. I probably will…
Yep, Leherim and Elrohir are married, and Legolas is getting emotions from somewhere…
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Legolas woke with a jerk, closing his eyes as he fought to control the blood thundering through him, sweat dripping though his hair. After a moment, he realized the emotions of his dream had not been what he would have expected if he was picking up things from Leherim.
With a shake of his head he leaned back, opening his eyes to stare blindly at the ceiling as he thought about things. Every night since Leherim and Elrohir had been married he'd woke for no reason he could discern. This was the only time emotions had flickered into his wakeful mind, and only in the faintest of traces which told him it was nothing positive.
What was going on?
With a sigh he tried to relax, consciously loosening his taunt muscles one by one until he was lying limply on the bed, knowing sleep would be elusive for a while.
Just as he felt he might be able to sleep, a powerful surge of emotions slammed through him. He bolted to his feet, shaking all over as he recognized terror, pain, anguish, and despair. Breathing rapidly he stormed into the room Leherim was sharing with Elrohir.
He stopped dead when Leherim blinked at him sleepily. "Legolas?"
"Whaz goin on?" Elrohir mumbled, half lifting his face from the pillow before he gave up with a groan. "Nev min. Go 'way."
In another situation, Legolas might have been forced to hide a smile at hearing the meticulous Elrond's son speaking so, but not now. "Leherim?" he asked softly.
She sat up at his voice, frowning when she looked at him. "You look like you've come through a war," she murmured with a frown. Unaware of her nudity she stood and moved to him. "What is it?"
He closed his eyes and tried to still the other things buffeting him long enough to check her emotions… and found nothing but contentment and love, with a large amount of concern for him. Unable to express it any other way, he reached out and set his hands on her shoulders, sending her a tempered version of the jolt he'd received.
She gasped and trembled, backing from his touch before returning as she lifted a hand to his cheek. "Legolas?" she asked with a frown, looking up at him with haunted eyes. "What… Who?"
"I don't know. It's been waking me up, whatever—" his hands tightened as another blast shook him, not fading away.
"Follow it," Leherim instructed. She reached out to a chair and tossed him the tunic there, which he pulled on without question, though it was tailored a bit too small for him. He left the fastenings loose. "You have to."
He nodded. "Yes," he agreed, slowly leaving the room.
As confused as he could ever remember being, he followed the emotions as he usually did when he wanted to find Leherim without asking her where she was. As he stood outside a door, sure the source of the emotions blasting him were from within, he opened his eyes and blinked in shock.
"This can't be right," he murmured, but before he could decide what to do a soft sob reached his sensitive ears through the door. Hesitating a moment longer, he moved, opening the door as quietly as he could.
Even so, the huddled figure on the bed jerked around to face him, a sob cutting off. She took a deep breath and watched him warily.
"What's wrong, little one?" he asked softly, moving to the bed. She cowered away from him, flinched when he moved to touch her. "Can you hear me?" he asked, seeing her eyes still haunted from whatever dream she'd been having. He slowly eased himself down beside her, noticing how she shook. Gently he drew her into his arms, trying to use the connection to send her reassurance of her safety, to assure her he wouldn't hurt her, or let anyone else do so.
"It's all right," he murmured softly. "Just a dream."
Her trembling subsided, her soft sobs giving way to hiccupping tears before she shuddered and relaxed, her eyes going glassy.
With a relieved sigh he relaxed against her. It will be all right, he murmured again.
Who are you telling, Legolas?
He smiled faintly at Leherim's voice, but the loss of rest for the last nights caught up with him, making him incapable of caring that he left her without an answer.