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Chapter seven:
Run
Legolas went back to the clearing after his talk with Galadriel. Menla was awake now and was stretching as he walked into sight. He glanced over at her once, but otherwise completely ignored her. He busied himself immediately with packing and repacking his bag. Menla got up and walked over to where he was fidgeting and put her arms around his waist, resting her head on his shoulder. "Legolas, I don't think that bag can be pack any more ways than you already have." He could feel her smile against his neck and it took everything in him to harden himself against her affectionate touch. He couldn't let himself show any feelings for her, or it would that much more difficult to watch her die when the time came. He hastily removed her arms from his body and continued to repack his bag.
She blinked and looked down at her hands, then at his back. "Wha'd I do?" she asked indignantly. "What happened?" he didn't answer, but picked up his pack and set it down by his bow. "Legolas, answer me!"
He stopped moving, his back still to her. Now he would give Menla her chance. "Go."
"What?"
He balled his hands into fists. Her voice was ringing with her confusion, and it killing him to hear her this way. "Run, Menla. Go now. If you stay..."
"Legolas-"
"No! I can only give you a head start, but after that I'm afraid I will have to come after you."
"L-Legolas. What are you talking about?" she asked as she started to back away from him.
"I can give you an hour. Now go."
"Legolas, you don't mean th-"
"Go!"
"Where would you have me run, Legolas?!?! I don't know how to get home from here!"
"I DON'T CARE!" he yelled, turning to face her. She almost recoiled at the emotions burning in his flashing eyes. "Just go! Anywhere! Just leave this place!"
"I won't leave you, Legolas. Not like this."
"You have to!" he continued to yell, and tears sprung to Leslee's eyes. What had caused this sudden change of heart? Had he gone to an old lover while she slept? No, Tolkien had never written him a lover. It had to be something else. "If you stay here you will die!"
"Legol-"
"Your hour has started, now leave!"
She still hesitated. She didn't really care if she lived or not, but she didn't want to go back. No, not back there. She looked into his flashing eyes, hers now blurred with tears. He was serious. This wasn't the same Legolas from that morning in the cave. This was the cold, determined assassin his father had turned him into. This was the elf she'd looked up at when she first woke up on Amon Hen. Fear welled up inside her, and she took a step back. He continued to hold her gaze as she slowly got the picture. He would kill her if she stayed.
She got her backpack and quickly made her way to the edge of the clearing. She turned back to look at him. "Legolas?"
He just stared at her.
"Thank you."
And with that she started to run.
Muahahahahahaha!!!!!!! Suspence is such a horrid thing! Hehe! Keep reading!
Chapter seven:
Run
Legolas went back to the clearing after his talk with Galadriel. Menla was awake now and was stretching as he walked into sight. He glanced over at her once, but otherwise completely ignored her. He busied himself immediately with packing and repacking his bag. Menla got up and walked over to where he was fidgeting and put her arms around his waist, resting her head on his shoulder. "Legolas, I don't think that bag can be pack any more ways than you already have." He could feel her smile against his neck and it took everything in him to harden himself against her affectionate touch. He couldn't let himself show any feelings for her, or it would that much more difficult to watch her die when the time came. He hastily removed her arms from his body and continued to repack his bag.
She blinked and looked down at her hands, then at his back. "Wha'd I do?" she asked indignantly. "What happened?" he didn't answer, but picked up his pack and set it down by his bow. "Legolas, answer me!"
He stopped moving, his back still to her. Now he would give Menla her chance. "Go."
"What?"
He balled his hands into fists. Her voice was ringing with her confusion, and it killing him to hear her this way. "Run, Menla. Go now. If you stay..."
"Legolas-"
"No! I can only give you a head start, but after that I'm afraid I will have to come after you."
"L-Legolas. What are you talking about?" she asked as she started to back away from him.
"I can give you an hour. Now go."
"Legolas, you don't mean th-"
"Go!"
"Where would you have me run, Legolas?!?! I don't know how to get home from here!"
"I DON'T CARE!" he yelled, turning to face her. She almost recoiled at the emotions burning in his flashing eyes. "Just go! Anywhere! Just leave this place!"
"I won't leave you, Legolas. Not like this."
"You have to!" he continued to yell, and tears sprung to Leslee's eyes. What had caused this sudden change of heart? Had he gone to an old lover while she slept? No, Tolkien had never written him a lover. It had to be something else. "If you stay here you will die!"
"Legol-"
"Your hour has started, now leave!"
She still hesitated. She didn't really care if she lived or not, but she didn't want to go back. No, not back there. She looked into his flashing eyes, hers now blurred with tears. He was serious. This wasn't the same Legolas from that morning in the cave. This was the cold, determined assassin his father had turned him into. This was the elf she'd looked up at when she first woke up on Amon Hen. Fear welled up inside her, and she took a step back. He continued to hold her gaze as she slowly got the picture. He would kill her if she stayed.
She got her backpack and quickly made her way to the edge of the clearing. She turned back to look at him. "Legolas?"
He just stared at her.
"Thank you."
And with that she started to run.
Muahahahahahaha!!!!!!! Suspence is such a horrid thing! Hehe! Keep reading!