Hey everyone! Thanks so much for all the reviews, I am so glad that you
share my love for this brainchild of mine. I'm sorry for such a long delay
in posting this new chapter, mild case of writer's block. However, I
promise to try to post more regularly. Thanks again for reading and
reviewing, keep it up!
Disclaimer: I do not own LotR or Orlando Bloom. However, Sabriel was created from the mysterious workings of my brain, so please no copying.
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They were all sitting in their chairs and talking softly to each other when Sabriel skidded to a stop. The talking stopped and all the men looked up as she smiled self-consciously and smoothed back some wisps of hair that had escaped her ponytail. She straightened her shoulders and then continued at a more sedate pace to the empty chair beside her father. Her gaze came to rest upon Frodo, sitting on the end of the semicircle, next to Gandalf the Gray. Sabriel and Frodo both gazed at each other curiously.
While Sabriel intently studied this species of hobbit, Legolas was watching her. His intense blue eyes took in her healthy, flushed skin still rosy from the laundry room. Her hair was slightly mussed from the run, and her skirt was wrinkled where she had clutched it away from her feet. To Legolas, the sight of her was like a refreshing breeze, comfortable and intriguing all at once.
"Elrond's daughter sure has grown up." Legolas turned sharply to the elf sitting beside him. The man was a few centuries older, his eyes had lost some of the sparkling vitality that came with youth, and a slightly saggy belly could be seen underneath his tunic. However, his eyes raked brazenly over Sabriel's body, lingering on her flushed chest and wide hips.
Legolas was about to reply with a sharp remark when Sabriel, sensing the lewd gaze upon her, whipped her head around. The elf's eyes were cloudy with desire and vulgarity as they met Sabriel's gaze. Her warm eyes turned intense with anger and her mouth pinched tightly with disgust. The coldness of her expression was enough to rebuke the out-of-line elf - he looked away first from their stare-down, uncomfortably embarrassed. Sabriel's eyes moved from him to survey the other council members. Her eyes lost their anger and warmed upon meeting Legolas' eyes. One corner of her mouth turned up slightly as she shared wry amusement with him over the incident.
Legolas looked at Sabriel with admiration. She had effectively put down the crude elf without making a large fuss and creating too much embarrassment. Most women in her position would have turned to Elrond, thus causing a large commotion. The disgruntled elf turned his head back to look at Sabriel. He had obviously also thought of this other possibility for his eyes were grateful and he mouthed "thank you" silently in elvish. He had been saved from embarrassment and the loss of Elrond's trust, both of which would have certainly happened if she had handled the incident differently. Sabriel inclined her head gracefully and smiled gently in acknowledgment.
Elrond cleared his throat loudly enough to signal the beginning of the council meeting. All eyes turned to him, and all bodies sat attentively, eager to know why they had been summoned to this council meeting.
Until next week! Review review review, pretty please!
Disclaimer: I do not own LotR or Orlando Bloom. However, Sabriel was created from the mysterious workings of my brain, so please no copying.
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They were all sitting in their chairs and talking softly to each other when Sabriel skidded to a stop. The talking stopped and all the men looked up as she smiled self-consciously and smoothed back some wisps of hair that had escaped her ponytail. She straightened her shoulders and then continued at a more sedate pace to the empty chair beside her father. Her gaze came to rest upon Frodo, sitting on the end of the semicircle, next to Gandalf the Gray. Sabriel and Frodo both gazed at each other curiously.
While Sabriel intently studied this species of hobbit, Legolas was watching her. His intense blue eyes took in her healthy, flushed skin still rosy from the laundry room. Her hair was slightly mussed from the run, and her skirt was wrinkled where she had clutched it away from her feet. To Legolas, the sight of her was like a refreshing breeze, comfortable and intriguing all at once.
"Elrond's daughter sure has grown up." Legolas turned sharply to the elf sitting beside him. The man was a few centuries older, his eyes had lost some of the sparkling vitality that came with youth, and a slightly saggy belly could be seen underneath his tunic. However, his eyes raked brazenly over Sabriel's body, lingering on her flushed chest and wide hips.
Legolas was about to reply with a sharp remark when Sabriel, sensing the lewd gaze upon her, whipped her head around. The elf's eyes were cloudy with desire and vulgarity as they met Sabriel's gaze. Her warm eyes turned intense with anger and her mouth pinched tightly with disgust. The coldness of her expression was enough to rebuke the out-of-line elf - he looked away first from their stare-down, uncomfortably embarrassed. Sabriel's eyes moved from him to survey the other council members. Her eyes lost their anger and warmed upon meeting Legolas' eyes. One corner of her mouth turned up slightly as she shared wry amusement with him over the incident.
Legolas looked at Sabriel with admiration. She had effectively put down the crude elf without making a large fuss and creating too much embarrassment. Most women in her position would have turned to Elrond, thus causing a large commotion. The disgruntled elf turned his head back to look at Sabriel. He had obviously also thought of this other possibility for his eyes were grateful and he mouthed "thank you" silently in elvish. He had been saved from embarrassment and the loss of Elrond's trust, both of which would have certainly happened if she had handled the incident differently. Sabriel inclined her head gracefully and smiled gently in acknowledgment.
Elrond cleared his throat loudly enough to signal the beginning of the council meeting. All eyes turned to him, and all bodies sat attentively, eager to know why they had been summoned to this council meeting.
Until next week! Review review review, pretty please!