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Chapter 3
Exhausted, Banwen went to her room and collapsed on the bed. Not only was she thrilled about the whole party, but also the people and the surroundings were exhilarating. For right now though, all she wanted was sleep, for her feet ached from the glorious music, and she soared with the happiness that filled her. Banwen fell asleep with a happy and content smile on her lips.
With an aching head, Legolas went of to go find his room. He cursed himself for not remembering. His headache didn't help the situation at all. So he found himself wondering the halls of the Lorien palace, searching for his room.
Finally reaching a room that looked familiar, he opened the door, ready to fall straight on the bed. Unfortunately manners got the better of him and he decided to take his shoes and clothes off. Grunting he sat on the bed slipping his boot off when something moved behind him. He paused a moment then decided that it must have been the pillows because the last time he was in his room the pillows were large and very numerous. He brought his left for on his knee and was suddenly kicked straight in the ribs. Taken aback by total surprise Legolas leaped from the bed, crouched in a fighting stance, looking around for a weapon. Not finding anything, he settled on the idea to check, or sneak up, on his enemy to see what he was up against. His sense kicked in automatically with the adrenaline rushing through him. He moved around the chair right next to the bed and leaned over, readying himself for an attack. He was stopped short. "What in the-" It moved again. Slowly he pulled the covers back and sucked in a gasp as his eyes widened with the picture he before his eyes.
Her hair was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen with the color of the morning suns rays. Her skin had a luscious look to it, like a creamy light caramel look. He assessed that she was still asleep and he had not awaken her slumber. Her breathing was light and steady. SHE!?!? He needed to find out who she was. Before he did that he had to explore this curvaceous body. Not with his hands he thought smiling, just with his eyes.
He started with her eyes, noticing how her eyelashes were long and settled on her cheeks. She had quite a few freckles, and her lips! They were the most exquisite lips her had ever seen. They were a reddish pink, not to full, but definitely not thin. She had high cheekbones to go with her eyes. Oh how he bet she had the most beautiful eyes.
Next he moved down to her gown, and noticed that she was wearing a shimmering blue dress. She had a bare neckline that caught the eye, and tender shoulders that looked tender to the touch. The dress she wore fit perfectly around her breasts, and fit nicely around her waist. He started to move down to her legs, when he thought back to what he was supposed to be doing. He gazed back at her face and was stunned when he realized just who this beautiful maiden was. This maiden was Haldir's friend. Not only was it Haldir's friend, it was the guest of honor!!
Right after the realization hit, the face he was just looking at with the strict cheekbones and beautiful lashed was scrunched up. Before he thought any further to why this was, he sooner realized that he was the reason behind this. For her icy blue eyes were lit up with all but flaming sparks shooting out of them.
"Before I cut your eyes out, whom may I ask are you, and what are you doing here?"
Totally stunned at her beauty, and the fact that she may have a weapon he-. Weapon!!! Legolas tensed, for he is never caught without a weapon.
"My name is Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood. For what reason I am here, I could only say that I must have mistaken your bedroom for mine."
Relaxing slightly she eased herself from a stance, she did not realize she was in and said,
"Then why, Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, were you gazing at me like a lovesick deer. This is my room and I should have you escorted out of here-"
Aghast that she would have him escorted out, he clenched his fist together and replies,
"Pardon me, milady, but I merely mistook your room for mine. If you don't mind I was not drooling over you, but looking you over to figure out whom you are. If anyone did any damage you were the one who so rudely kicked me in the ribs."
Satisfied that Legolas had the upper hand, he left the room to hopefully get in his own bed.
Before Banwen could say another word, he left. Since when does anyone leave? 'He just slammed the door in my- well, not exactly,' thought Banwen. She was on the bed not by the door. Sitting back against the head board she sighed and said aloud,
"So... that was Legolas."
She didn't think he meant her any harm, but when she opened her eyes she did see attraction on the icy depth of his eyes. She did not like that at all. Not because it scared her, but she feared the tingle of joy in her stomach.
Legolas cursed himself for being so reckless. How could he just stand over her and look at her? But on how beautiful she was, she had eyes a like the deep blue of the ocean, and the faint flush of a well desired sleep highlighting her cheeks didn't help the attraction. 'Attraction?? No, no, no it couldn't be,' thought Legolas. But something in the back of his mind told him yes.
"Well," he said to himself, "I better get used to the idea because I have another week of this."
Neither Banwen nor Legolas slept well that night. Banwen thought of Legolas, and Legolas thought of Banwen. One thing shown common between the two, they both thought of the week ahead of them, and their next encounter.
A/N Sorry about the shortness of the chapter. My friend, TERRI, wrote this chapter. She wanted to write a chapter in this story so I let her. In other chapters I think I'll let her edit. Just a thought. Well I hope you enjoy this chapter! Until next time... REVIEW!!!!
If you don't like it, don't read it, please, NO FLAMES!
Chapter 3
Exhausted, Banwen went to her room and collapsed on the bed. Not only was she thrilled about the whole party, but also the people and the surroundings were exhilarating. For right now though, all she wanted was sleep, for her feet ached from the glorious music, and she soared with the happiness that filled her. Banwen fell asleep with a happy and content smile on her lips.
With an aching head, Legolas went of to go find his room. He cursed himself for not remembering. His headache didn't help the situation at all. So he found himself wondering the halls of the Lorien palace, searching for his room.
Finally reaching a room that looked familiar, he opened the door, ready to fall straight on the bed. Unfortunately manners got the better of him and he decided to take his shoes and clothes off. Grunting he sat on the bed slipping his boot off when something moved behind him. He paused a moment then decided that it must have been the pillows because the last time he was in his room the pillows were large and very numerous. He brought his left for on his knee and was suddenly kicked straight in the ribs. Taken aback by total surprise Legolas leaped from the bed, crouched in a fighting stance, looking around for a weapon. Not finding anything, he settled on the idea to check, or sneak up, on his enemy to see what he was up against. His sense kicked in automatically with the adrenaline rushing through him. He moved around the chair right next to the bed and leaned over, readying himself for an attack. He was stopped short. "What in the-" It moved again. Slowly he pulled the covers back and sucked in a gasp as his eyes widened with the picture he before his eyes.
Her hair was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen with the color of the morning suns rays. Her skin had a luscious look to it, like a creamy light caramel look. He assessed that she was still asleep and he had not awaken her slumber. Her breathing was light and steady. SHE!?!? He needed to find out who she was. Before he did that he had to explore this curvaceous body. Not with his hands he thought smiling, just with his eyes.
He started with her eyes, noticing how her eyelashes were long and settled on her cheeks. She had quite a few freckles, and her lips! They were the most exquisite lips her had ever seen. They were a reddish pink, not to full, but definitely not thin. She had high cheekbones to go with her eyes. Oh how he bet she had the most beautiful eyes.
Next he moved down to her gown, and noticed that she was wearing a shimmering blue dress. She had a bare neckline that caught the eye, and tender shoulders that looked tender to the touch. The dress she wore fit perfectly around her breasts, and fit nicely around her waist. He started to move down to her legs, when he thought back to what he was supposed to be doing. He gazed back at her face and was stunned when he realized just who this beautiful maiden was. This maiden was Haldir's friend. Not only was it Haldir's friend, it was the guest of honor!!
Right after the realization hit, the face he was just looking at with the strict cheekbones and beautiful lashed was scrunched up. Before he thought any further to why this was, he sooner realized that he was the reason behind this. For her icy blue eyes were lit up with all but flaming sparks shooting out of them.
"Before I cut your eyes out, whom may I ask are you, and what are you doing here?"
Totally stunned at her beauty, and the fact that she may have a weapon he-. Weapon!!! Legolas tensed, for he is never caught without a weapon.
"My name is Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood. For what reason I am here, I could only say that I must have mistaken your bedroom for mine."
Relaxing slightly she eased herself from a stance, she did not realize she was in and said,
"Then why, Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, were you gazing at me like a lovesick deer. This is my room and I should have you escorted out of here-"
Aghast that she would have him escorted out, he clenched his fist together and replies,
"Pardon me, milady, but I merely mistook your room for mine. If you don't mind I was not drooling over you, but looking you over to figure out whom you are. If anyone did any damage you were the one who so rudely kicked me in the ribs."
Satisfied that Legolas had the upper hand, he left the room to hopefully get in his own bed.
Before Banwen could say another word, he left. Since when does anyone leave? 'He just slammed the door in my- well, not exactly,' thought Banwen. She was on the bed not by the door. Sitting back against the head board she sighed and said aloud,
"So... that was Legolas."
She didn't think he meant her any harm, but when she opened her eyes she did see attraction on the icy depth of his eyes. She did not like that at all. Not because it scared her, but she feared the tingle of joy in her stomach.
Legolas cursed himself for being so reckless. How could he just stand over her and look at her? But on how beautiful she was, she had eyes a like the deep blue of the ocean, and the faint flush of a well desired sleep highlighting her cheeks didn't help the attraction. 'Attraction?? No, no, no it couldn't be,' thought Legolas. But something in the back of his mind told him yes.
"Well," he said to himself, "I better get used to the idea because I have another week of this."
Neither Banwen nor Legolas slept well that night. Banwen thought of Legolas, and Legolas thought of Banwen. One thing shown common between the two, they both thought of the week ahead of them, and their next encounter.
A/N Sorry about the shortness of the chapter. My friend, TERRI, wrote this chapter. She wanted to write a chapter in this story so I let her. In other chapters I think I'll let her edit. Just a thought. Well I hope you enjoy this chapter! Until next time... REVIEW!!!!