A Brief Moment of Desire
Another two days of recovery was all that was needed until Elimay was back on her feet. Legolas found her training in the healing rooms one morning and laughed at the sight. "What are you doing training here?" he asked, his brow raised in amusement. "You said that I wasn't allowed to leave," she said, thrusting out with her sword and then spinning through the air towards him. Her blade zinged and hung just before his neck. "The city, not this room," he corrected. She put the flat of her blade under his chin, raising his head up. Her lips curled up into a mischievous grin. Her eyes followed the sharp line of his jaw and saw the bruise dark against his skin but not immediately visible. She moved her blade to flick the braid by his left ear back over his shoulder. "Care to train with me... or are you too scared?" she mocked. "On the contrary," he grinned, drawing his long sword with a hiss of metal against the scabbard. He bent his knees slightly into the attack position and spun his blade round in his hand, getting accustomed to it. Then she attacked, forking her daggers and catching his sword between them and twisting so that she could push it away. It gave her time to part the dagger into two separate ones so there was one in each hand. She spun them and came at him with an onslaught that made him back up as he tried to block them. He spun out of the way just as he reached the wall and Elimay jumped spinning into the air, hearing his sword cut through the air under her. As she landed she twisted round, letting her arm fly out. She let the flat of one of the daggers hit his side and she grinned. "Again," he said, jogging on his feet and giving her a determined glare. As her blades came out he ducked letting them fly over him. He rolled forward knocking her legs from under her. She fell but softened the impact by rolling backwards and getting to her feet again. She blocked his oncoming blade but he twisted it round to free it and she found the tip of his sword against her throat. He thought he had won but she arched backwards so that her hands were touching the ground then brought her legs up, kicking his blade out of his hand. He turned to get it back but she was already on her feet and grabbed him round the waist, pulling his back to her and putting her dagger to his throat. "Got you," she panted. She could feel the muscles of his back tense and she smiled, knowing he was annoyed that she had beaten him. She could feel the pent up energy that radiated from him like a cat ready to pounce. She had only beaten him because she was more skill in the sword. If it had been a bare hand fight, he would have won for he was far stronger. She suddenly felt such heated desire for him, feeling him against her like that. The hand that was against his stomach moved of its own accord and her fingers slid between the buttonholes of his shirt to touch the bare skin underneath. She felt hard muscles beneath soft skin and she felt him tremble. She ran her cheek over the silken blonde hair down his back and closed her eyes, breathing deeply. She felt his hand touch hers that was on his stomach and instead of removing her fingers he ran his hand softly over hers and to her wrist then back again. The sound of the door opening suddenly brought them out of their exploration and Elimay quickly drew her hand from his stomach. "Are you two fighting again?" Eowyn said as she saw the dagger Elimay still held at the prince's throat. Elimay removed it and drew back from him to look at the human that had interrupted. She wasn't quite sure whether to feel angered or relieved; she had no idea what had possessed her to touch him like that. "I came to say that Gimli is eager to leave for Lothlorien. I assume you will be travelling with him?" Eowyn said. "Yes. I think Elimay is well enough to travel. I will go and find him." He left the room without turning to look at Elimay.
Eowyn hugged Legolas tightly and then embraced Elimay. "You should come and visit again sometime," Eowyn said to her. Elimay smiled. "I would like that very much, thank you." "My lady," Eomer said, kissing her hand. "I am glad you are better." "Can we be going?" Gimli interrupted. "It'll be dark by the time you lot have finished!"
After a few more goodbyes, the company of three made their way north through Rohan towards Fangorn. They would not journey through the forest, just travel round its fringes. Gimli chattered away as the day went on and Elimay found that she was unintentionally ignoring the prince. She did not mean to, she was just embarrassed at what she had done. The prince also seemed to be avoiding looking at her though when she was not looking he would watch her, thinking over what she might have meant by the touch and why she was ignoring him now.
Elimay made the first attempt at conversation knowing that they couldn't ignore each other forever. "So are we going through Lorien?" He looked round at her as she came to walk beside him. "Yes. It is a worth while stop off." "I don't want to," she said. She knew that the lady of the woods could read minds and was scared at what would happen if the sorceress read hers. Would she be taken captive for her sins, or thrown out of the forest? Most likely she would be killed in case she was a danger to anyone else. Legolas frowned at her. "You don't have a choice." He saw the fear in her eyes and wondered why she felt it. Maybe Galadriel would be able to see what she wouldn't tell him. She narrowed her eyes at him and felt annoyed at his arrogance. She knew she would have to make her escape attempt before they reached Lorien or her cover was blown. She looked away from him and walked on ahead, not wanting to walk beside him.
Another two days of recovery was all that was needed until Elimay was back on her feet. Legolas found her training in the healing rooms one morning and laughed at the sight. "What are you doing training here?" he asked, his brow raised in amusement. "You said that I wasn't allowed to leave," she said, thrusting out with her sword and then spinning through the air towards him. Her blade zinged and hung just before his neck. "The city, not this room," he corrected. She put the flat of her blade under his chin, raising his head up. Her lips curled up into a mischievous grin. Her eyes followed the sharp line of his jaw and saw the bruise dark against his skin but not immediately visible. She moved her blade to flick the braid by his left ear back over his shoulder. "Care to train with me... or are you too scared?" she mocked. "On the contrary," he grinned, drawing his long sword with a hiss of metal against the scabbard. He bent his knees slightly into the attack position and spun his blade round in his hand, getting accustomed to it. Then she attacked, forking her daggers and catching his sword between them and twisting so that she could push it away. It gave her time to part the dagger into two separate ones so there was one in each hand. She spun them and came at him with an onslaught that made him back up as he tried to block them. He spun out of the way just as he reached the wall and Elimay jumped spinning into the air, hearing his sword cut through the air under her. As she landed she twisted round, letting her arm fly out. She let the flat of one of the daggers hit his side and she grinned. "Again," he said, jogging on his feet and giving her a determined glare. As her blades came out he ducked letting them fly over him. He rolled forward knocking her legs from under her. She fell but softened the impact by rolling backwards and getting to her feet again. She blocked his oncoming blade but he twisted it round to free it and she found the tip of his sword against her throat. He thought he had won but she arched backwards so that her hands were touching the ground then brought her legs up, kicking his blade out of his hand. He turned to get it back but she was already on her feet and grabbed him round the waist, pulling his back to her and putting her dagger to his throat. "Got you," she panted. She could feel the muscles of his back tense and she smiled, knowing he was annoyed that she had beaten him. She could feel the pent up energy that radiated from him like a cat ready to pounce. She had only beaten him because she was more skill in the sword. If it had been a bare hand fight, he would have won for he was far stronger. She suddenly felt such heated desire for him, feeling him against her like that. The hand that was against his stomach moved of its own accord and her fingers slid between the buttonholes of his shirt to touch the bare skin underneath. She felt hard muscles beneath soft skin and she felt him tremble. She ran her cheek over the silken blonde hair down his back and closed her eyes, breathing deeply. She felt his hand touch hers that was on his stomach and instead of removing her fingers he ran his hand softly over hers and to her wrist then back again. The sound of the door opening suddenly brought them out of their exploration and Elimay quickly drew her hand from his stomach. "Are you two fighting again?" Eowyn said as she saw the dagger Elimay still held at the prince's throat. Elimay removed it and drew back from him to look at the human that had interrupted. She wasn't quite sure whether to feel angered or relieved; she had no idea what had possessed her to touch him like that. "I came to say that Gimli is eager to leave for Lothlorien. I assume you will be travelling with him?" Eowyn said. "Yes. I think Elimay is well enough to travel. I will go and find him." He left the room without turning to look at Elimay.
Eowyn hugged Legolas tightly and then embraced Elimay. "You should come and visit again sometime," Eowyn said to her. Elimay smiled. "I would like that very much, thank you." "My lady," Eomer said, kissing her hand. "I am glad you are better." "Can we be going?" Gimli interrupted. "It'll be dark by the time you lot have finished!"
After a few more goodbyes, the company of three made their way north through Rohan towards Fangorn. They would not journey through the forest, just travel round its fringes. Gimli chattered away as the day went on and Elimay found that she was unintentionally ignoring the prince. She did not mean to, she was just embarrassed at what she had done. The prince also seemed to be avoiding looking at her though when she was not looking he would watch her, thinking over what she might have meant by the touch and why she was ignoring him now.
Elimay made the first attempt at conversation knowing that they couldn't ignore each other forever. "So are we going through Lorien?" He looked round at her as she came to walk beside him. "Yes. It is a worth while stop off." "I don't want to," she said. She knew that the lady of the woods could read minds and was scared at what would happen if the sorceress read hers. Would she be taken captive for her sins, or thrown out of the forest? Most likely she would be killed in case she was a danger to anyone else. Legolas frowned at her. "You don't have a choice." He saw the fear in her eyes and wondered why she felt it. Maybe Galadriel would be able to see what she wouldn't tell him. She narrowed her eyes at him and felt annoyed at his arrogance. She knew she would have to make her escape attempt before they reached Lorien or her cover was blown. She looked away from him and walked on ahead, not wanting to walk beside him.