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12. Child's Play
The room was silent, save for a single, quiet sigh from Kalia. The woman lay next to a sleeping elf, her dark hair partially spread out on his chest. The only thing covering them was her cloak, which she had given to Legolas. To keep the chill away, they had lit the fire, and it now heated her bare skin. From her spot next to it, she was almost sweating, since she could feel the warmth of his body next to hers as well.
She wished she hadn't done this. Even though her heart knew she wasn't really at fault, that Tokilor had made her do it, her mind kept telling her that she was to blame. After all, she had led him here, she had come in the first place. . .
But she could still resist. She didn't have to hurt anyone. These earnest thoughts seized her, even though she knew it was a false hope. Kalia had bartered her way into this, and she would have to go through with it. Turning her head, she eased herself away from the man, and bit her lip. He had been right, if she had just stayed there and thought about it. . . But that wasn't her nature. She had been beyond reason then, and regretted it now.
IOne death./I
She remembered why she had left now, not that it mattered. 'Stop thinking about the past,' the Tuathe woman scolded herself. 'There's nothing you can do about it now. Besides, you've made bad choices before.' But nobody got hurt then. Alright, maybe someone did, but she didn't know about it. In all her secrecy, her dealings with blackguards and smugglers, she'd refused to do anything involving murder.
Pouring over these thoughts, Kalia had begun to dress, and absently pulled the tunic over her head. She spared not a glance towards Legolas, who watched her and had been since she'd left his side. He hadn't really even been sleeping, which she would have noticed if she'd been really paying attention to him. While she moved around and dressed- inattentively, he noticed- he leisurely studied her once more.
She was beautiful, she really was. His thoughts had rarely been able to get past this concept, since he'd never been allowed to heed it further. She stood tall, only a few inches shorter than himself, and usually she walked proudly. Her skin was fair, and yet darker than the she-elves from his home. For this feature, she would have been considered unsightly, but to him it seemed to only enhance her beauty. It wasn't like she cared what others thought about her, anyway.
Black hair fell down like an obsidian waterfall, spilling across her shoulders and back, stopping around the middle of it. At the moment it was messy, a mane of black Kalia hadn't even bothered to smooth down. Noticing her turn around, he met her gaze briefly, then deliberately let his gaze slide slowly down her once more. Even though she was dressed, the woman blushed and attempted to pretend she hadn't seen him by staring at the fireplace.
"Not going to work, Kalia. I saw you look at me," Legolas told her, standing up to dress as well. He handed her the cloak, and her blush did not go away as she took it. Allowing a smirk to grace his lips, he watched her busy herself with an unknown task as he dressed. The elf couldn't see what she was doing, since her back was to him, but she didn't turn around until he told her she could do so. At her sudden pallor, he raised an eyebrow. "Are you all right?"
"No," Kalia replied quietly. "I'm not. But you can be, if you get out of here." Confused once more, Legolas blinked.
"Kalia, what-"
"Don't ask," she said desperately. "Please, just go. Better it be me than you. . . Not when I deserve it and you don't." In frustration, the elf placed his hands on her shoulders.
"Listen to me. When I first met you, you were incredibly secretive, not even telling me your name. But you've gotten better about that since then. However, you've still been a confusing woman to understand, seeing as you've torn me in more directions than I ever knew existed. Now, I'm not leaving until you explain."
"I can't," the Tuathe protested. Her eyes were black pools of fear, glittering in pure terror. . . Terror for him. The girl was nearly begging him, and that almost made him relent. Almost.
"Tell me why you want me to leave so suddenly, and I will," he replied.
"You'll die," she whispered, her tone barely audible. "Now go!"
"HOW will I die?" He demanded. There was no way Legolas was going to accept a cryptic answer, and he didn't plan on leaving her to die either.
"Actually, I believe she's talking about me," A voice said from behind them. Any color returning to Kalia's face drained immediately, and Legolas turned around. Standing with a dagger in the doorway was Tokilor. The moment he was completely facing him, the human threw the blade at Legolas. Aiming directly for his heart.
A/N: Haha! Another cliffy! BWAHAHA! Review and you'll get a new chapter, but I won't post until you do, I mean it.
12. Child's Play
The room was silent, save for a single, quiet sigh from Kalia. The woman lay next to a sleeping elf, her dark hair partially spread out on his chest. The only thing covering them was her cloak, which she had given to Legolas. To keep the chill away, they had lit the fire, and it now heated her bare skin. From her spot next to it, she was almost sweating, since she could feel the warmth of his body next to hers as well.
She wished she hadn't done this. Even though her heart knew she wasn't really at fault, that Tokilor had made her do it, her mind kept telling her that she was to blame. After all, she had led him here, she had come in the first place. . .
But she could still resist. She didn't have to hurt anyone. These earnest thoughts seized her, even though she knew it was a false hope. Kalia had bartered her way into this, and she would have to go through with it. Turning her head, she eased herself away from the man, and bit her lip. He had been right, if she had just stayed there and thought about it. . . But that wasn't her nature. She had been beyond reason then, and regretted it now.
IOne death./I
She remembered why she had left now, not that it mattered. 'Stop thinking about the past,' the Tuathe woman scolded herself. 'There's nothing you can do about it now. Besides, you've made bad choices before.' But nobody got hurt then. Alright, maybe someone did, but she didn't know about it. In all her secrecy, her dealings with blackguards and smugglers, she'd refused to do anything involving murder.
Pouring over these thoughts, Kalia had begun to dress, and absently pulled the tunic over her head. She spared not a glance towards Legolas, who watched her and had been since she'd left his side. He hadn't really even been sleeping, which she would have noticed if she'd been really paying attention to him. While she moved around and dressed- inattentively, he noticed- he leisurely studied her once more.
She was beautiful, she really was. His thoughts had rarely been able to get past this concept, since he'd never been allowed to heed it further. She stood tall, only a few inches shorter than himself, and usually she walked proudly. Her skin was fair, and yet darker than the she-elves from his home. For this feature, she would have been considered unsightly, but to him it seemed to only enhance her beauty. It wasn't like she cared what others thought about her, anyway.
Black hair fell down like an obsidian waterfall, spilling across her shoulders and back, stopping around the middle of it. At the moment it was messy, a mane of black Kalia hadn't even bothered to smooth down. Noticing her turn around, he met her gaze briefly, then deliberately let his gaze slide slowly down her once more. Even though she was dressed, the woman blushed and attempted to pretend she hadn't seen him by staring at the fireplace.
"Not going to work, Kalia. I saw you look at me," Legolas told her, standing up to dress as well. He handed her the cloak, and her blush did not go away as she took it. Allowing a smirk to grace his lips, he watched her busy herself with an unknown task as he dressed. The elf couldn't see what she was doing, since her back was to him, but she didn't turn around until he told her she could do so. At her sudden pallor, he raised an eyebrow. "Are you all right?"
"No," Kalia replied quietly. "I'm not. But you can be, if you get out of here." Confused once more, Legolas blinked.
"Kalia, what-"
"Don't ask," she said desperately. "Please, just go. Better it be me than you. . . Not when I deserve it and you don't." In frustration, the elf placed his hands on her shoulders.
"Listen to me. When I first met you, you were incredibly secretive, not even telling me your name. But you've gotten better about that since then. However, you've still been a confusing woman to understand, seeing as you've torn me in more directions than I ever knew existed. Now, I'm not leaving until you explain."
"I can't," the Tuathe protested. Her eyes were black pools of fear, glittering in pure terror. . . Terror for him. The girl was nearly begging him, and that almost made him relent. Almost.
"Tell me why you want me to leave so suddenly, and I will," he replied.
"You'll die," she whispered, her tone barely audible. "Now go!"
"HOW will I die?" He demanded. There was no way Legolas was going to accept a cryptic answer, and he didn't plan on leaving her to die either.
"Actually, I believe she's talking about me," A voice said from behind them. Any color returning to Kalia's face drained immediately, and Legolas turned around. Standing with a dagger in the doorway was Tokilor. The moment he was completely facing him, the human threw the blade at Legolas. Aiming directly for his heart.
A/N: Haha! Another cliffy! BWAHAHA! Review and you'll get a new chapter, but I won't post until you do, I mean it.