Sorry this chapter is even shorter than the rest; I will post another
chapter at the same time to make up for it!
A sort of Acceptance
She woke up and was instantly amazed that she hadn't been tortured with another nightmare. She felt warm despite the cold of the morning and when she raised her head she found that she had been covered with a blanket. She smiled and snuggled under again, not wanting to get out into the cold.
When she raised her head again some time later she saw Legolas sitting with his back to her by the fire. Her eye was caught by a glint of metal lying nearby and she focused on it to see her dagger. Her heart leapt to see her faithful weapon and crept from the blanket silently, then picked it up. No sooner had she stuffed it into her boot, did Legolas turn round. She smiled innocently and stood up as if stretching. Thankfully he appeared not to have noticed what she had done.
"Morning," she said.
He smiled back and watched her walk over to him. She looked down to the sleeping dwarf and then back to Legolas. "How's he doing?"
"Okay. He hasn't woken up yet though I suspect he is getting the most out of the rest."
She sat next to the prince and rubbed her arms with her hands to warm herself up. "It's cold this morning," she commented.
Instinctively he drew his arm round her shoulders and pulled her to him. She smiled and welcomed the feeling for warmth. After all it was only a friendly gesture.
"What happens when we get to Mirkwood?" she asked suddenly.
He turned his head to look down at her and sighed. He did not know what would happen. Did he really want to put Elimay up for trial, which most likely result in her death? The plain answer was no.
"I don't know," he admitted. "We'll fix it when the time comes."
She sighed and suddenly felt that all the time she had been hiding from the fact that she was so alone. She had pretending to others and even to herself that she was capable of dealing and scared of nothing. Her family had no idea what she was doing now; they just thought she was earning her wage in a normal job. What would they think of her if they found out? They probably wouldn't care that she was doing it for them. They would think she was stupid for getting into such a thing. She gave in to her urge for comfort and slid her arm round his waist, nuzzling into his chest.
Legolas smiled and sighed at her acceptance but could feel the anguish that radiated from her. What was is that she was hiding that was so bad? He absently stroked her hair and thought about their situation. He knew she felt something for him, but wasn't quite sure what. He wasn't sure what he felt either. But he also couldn't figure out why she refused to believe it. In all his life he had never imagined such an unusual thing to happen to him. He had feelings for his assassin? It was definitely absurd but at the same time felt completely right.
There a sudden grunt and the dwarf sat up, looking round in puzzlement. His gaze rested on the two elves and he smiled.
"How are you feeling Gimli?" Elimay asked. She felt too comfortable to draw away from Legolas so remained against him.
"I owe you my life, Elimay. I thank you with all my heart."
Elimay shook her head. "Don't be so silly. You are my friend and I would never let you drown."
Gimli smiled. "That's ironic coming from an assassin."
Both elves laughed. "You have your sense of humour back already. By tomorrow morning we will back on our journey," Legolas said.
"I am getting restless for one," Elimay commented.
They spent the rest of the day resting and when Legolas wasn't looking Elimay did some training with her dagger. It took a bit to get used to it again, for it had been awhile since she had even touched her dagger. It made her feel more like herself for once and she could almost imagine herself back in the monastery in Rhun.
A sort of Acceptance
She woke up and was instantly amazed that she hadn't been tortured with another nightmare. She felt warm despite the cold of the morning and when she raised her head she found that she had been covered with a blanket. She smiled and snuggled under again, not wanting to get out into the cold.
When she raised her head again some time later she saw Legolas sitting with his back to her by the fire. Her eye was caught by a glint of metal lying nearby and she focused on it to see her dagger. Her heart leapt to see her faithful weapon and crept from the blanket silently, then picked it up. No sooner had she stuffed it into her boot, did Legolas turn round. She smiled innocently and stood up as if stretching. Thankfully he appeared not to have noticed what she had done.
"Morning," she said.
He smiled back and watched her walk over to him. She looked down to the sleeping dwarf and then back to Legolas. "How's he doing?"
"Okay. He hasn't woken up yet though I suspect he is getting the most out of the rest."
She sat next to the prince and rubbed her arms with her hands to warm herself up. "It's cold this morning," she commented.
Instinctively he drew his arm round her shoulders and pulled her to him. She smiled and welcomed the feeling for warmth. After all it was only a friendly gesture.
"What happens when we get to Mirkwood?" she asked suddenly.
He turned his head to look down at her and sighed. He did not know what would happen. Did he really want to put Elimay up for trial, which most likely result in her death? The plain answer was no.
"I don't know," he admitted. "We'll fix it when the time comes."
She sighed and suddenly felt that all the time she had been hiding from the fact that she was so alone. She had pretending to others and even to herself that she was capable of dealing and scared of nothing. Her family had no idea what she was doing now; they just thought she was earning her wage in a normal job. What would they think of her if they found out? They probably wouldn't care that she was doing it for them. They would think she was stupid for getting into such a thing. She gave in to her urge for comfort and slid her arm round his waist, nuzzling into his chest.
Legolas smiled and sighed at her acceptance but could feel the anguish that radiated from her. What was is that she was hiding that was so bad? He absently stroked her hair and thought about their situation. He knew she felt something for him, but wasn't quite sure what. He wasn't sure what he felt either. But he also couldn't figure out why she refused to believe it. In all his life he had never imagined such an unusual thing to happen to him. He had feelings for his assassin? It was definitely absurd but at the same time felt completely right.
There a sudden grunt and the dwarf sat up, looking round in puzzlement. His gaze rested on the two elves and he smiled.
"How are you feeling Gimli?" Elimay asked. She felt too comfortable to draw away from Legolas so remained against him.
"I owe you my life, Elimay. I thank you with all my heart."
Elimay shook her head. "Don't be so silly. You are my friend and I would never let you drown."
Gimli smiled. "That's ironic coming from an assassin."
Both elves laughed. "You have your sense of humour back already. By tomorrow morning we will back on our journey," Legolas said.
"I am getting restless for one," Elimay commented.
They spent the rest of the day resting and when Legolas wasn't looking Elimay did some training with her dagger. It took a bit to get used to it again, for it had been awhile since she had even touched her dagger. It made her feel more like herself for once and she could almost imagine herself back in the monastery in Rhun.