Authors note: "thank you for everyone who likes my
story sorry it took so long to post and this is an AU by the way, and its
during the war of the ring peace people!"
Chapter 3
And as our mouths parted, his breath rose in a sigh of silver mist. "Ah, but you are the fair one, milady, and I certainly see more of me in your future." His fingers brushed my hair, face, neck, lips. "Why do you need to know me by touch, Prince?" I murmured.
"If I should go blind in battle, I should like to still know how beautiful you are by the touch of a hand." And so saying, he kissed my hand and leapt down from the tree. I had a sudden urge to leap on him, make him fall under me, but resisted.
Instead, I crept slowly down and gave chase like a wolf hunting a deer. He laughed, for he knew I was catching up. I tripped him, fell on him, at which point he rolled over on me and pinned me to the ground so I could not get up.
I struggled pointlessly against his body weight, but the force holding me down was too much. I pretended to give up so he let his weight off me, then began to roll down the hill, grabbing his arms and taking him with me. We tumbled over and over, laughing, heather clinging to our hair.
As we came to a stop I found he had me pinned again. "Let me alone, let me up!" I protested. I gasped from loss of breath. He smiled, then let me up. Then I grabbed him and kissed him with animal ferocity.
A sudden sound, we parted, and hearkened like wolves catching scent. Suddenly a pair of strong arms grabbed me from behind, pinioning my arms to my sides. I wheeled around, coming face to face with....
Golondrien! "Unhand me, O unkempt one!" I said coolly to my oldest friend. "But my dear brother would not unhand you, now would he?" I smiled pure innocence. Legolas flushed slightly.
His scent was still on me, like warm soil, pine trees and honeysuckle. I read his thoughts unknowingly, and he was breathing in my scent, the smell of tiger lilies in a mountain pool.
I saw Aragorn, too, with a laughing twinkle in his eye. "Go, Irini. Erwennia is waiting. It is sunrise." I laughed to myself and went to find Moon Daughter, who was also smiling. "Come, Iri! Tell me now. Aragorn has spoke unto me where you have kept residence all night!"
"Hmph!" said I, plopping down into the heather, which I'd rolled in only a few hours before with him. I was about to tell her when Golondrien dropped my effects into my lap. "Go and dress, lady. Prepare yourself for the coming day." I went into a thicket.
And almost as soon as I had started to change, a voice said, "Do make sure no one is watching next time!" A flash of gold hair, and he was gone. I then glanced around (just to make sure) then pulled on my robes and mithril, sheathed my sword and slung my quiver and bow upon my back.
Upon coming out of the thicket, a shriek rent the air. Huge leathery wings, yellow eyes, wet fangs dripping slaver... It was a Nazgul upon a winged thing! Legolas and Golondrien fired double into its mouth. Legolas got swiped by the razor spiked tail. He fell, nearly impaled by the spike. I screamed then gasped, for the beast had turned its attention to me.
It shrieked. I got up and slashed with my blade. It slashed back with its tail. A spike ran along my throat, gashing from chin to chest. Pain ran through my whole body, and I felt hot, wet blood run down my neck and poison slow my blood.
Bubbling foam came to my mouth, poison from the wound. Animal screams of pain died in my throat, but I was paralyzed as the gash bubbled and bled.
Chapter 3
And as our mouths parted, his breath rose in a sigh of silver mist. "Ah, but you are the fair one, milady, and I certainly see more of me in your future." His fingers brushed my hair, face, neck, lips. "Why do you need to know me by touch, Prince?" I murmured.
"If I should go blind in battle, I should like to still know how beautiful you are by the touch of a hand." And so saying, he kissed my hand and leapt down from the tree. I had a sudden urge to leap on him, make him fall under me, but resisted.
Instead, I crept slowly down and gave chase like a wolf hunting a deer. He laughed, for he knew I was catching up. I tripped him, fell on him, at which point he rolled over on me and pinned me to the ground so I could not get up.
I struggled pointlessly against his body weight, but the force holding me down was too much. I pretended to give up so he let his weight off me, then began to roll down the hill, grabbing his arms and taking him with me. We tumbled over and over, laughing, heather clinging to our hair.
As we came to a stop I found he had me pinned again. "Let me alone, let me up!" I protested. I gasped from loss of breath. He smiled, then let me up. Then I grabbed him and kissed him with animal ferocity.
A sudden sound, we parted, and hearkened like wolves catching scent. Suddenly a pair of strong arms grabbed me from behind, pinioning my arms to my sides. I wheeled around, coming face to face with....
Golondrien! "Unhand me, O unkempt one!" I said coolly to my oldest friend. "But my dear brother would not unhand you, now would he?" I smiled pure innocence. Legolas flushed slightly.
His scent was still on me, like warm soil, pine trees and honeysuckle. I read his thoughts unknowingly, and he was breathing in my scent, the smell of tiger lilies in a mountain pool.
I saw Aragorn, too, with a laughing twinkle in his eye. "Go, Irini. Erwennia is waiting. It is sunrise." I laughed to myself and went to find Moon Daughter, who was also smiling. "Come, Iri! Tell me now. Aragorn has spoke unto me where you have kept residence all night!"
"Hmph!" said I, plopping down into the heather, which I'd rolled in only a few hours before with him. I was about to tell her when Golondrien dropped my effects into my lap. "Go and dress, lady. Prepare yourself for the coming day." I went into a thicket.
And almost as soon as I had started to change, a voice said, "Do make sure no one is watching next time!" A flash of gold hair, and he was gone. I then glanced around (just to make sure) then pulled on my robes and mithril, sheathed my sword and slung my quiver and bow upon my back.
Upon coming out of the thicket, a shriek rent the air. Huge leathery wings, yellow eyes, wet fangs dripping slaver... It was a Nazgul upon a winged thing! Legolas and Golondrien fired double into its mouth. Legolas got swiped by the razor spiked tail. He fell, nearly impaled by the spike. I screamed then gasped, for the beast had turned its attention to me.
It shrieked. I got up and slashed with my blade. It slashed back with its tail. A spike ran along my throat, gashing from chin to chest. Pain ran through my whole body, and I felt hot, wet blood run down my neck and poison slow my blood.
Bubbling foam came to my mouth, poison from the wound. Animal screams of pain died in my throat, but I was paralyzed as the gash bubbled and bled.