Chapter 10
Yay u can guess....kayleigh's fault for not updateing....
"Elladan can I speak with you?" Maranwe's voice was softer then usual as Elladan spun round to look at her. He instantly stood, smiling and walked with her, away from the others.
"I have been wanting you to say that for quite sometime." He laughed, as he noticed how unnerved she seemed. It was unlike her to be quiet. When she lived back in Imladris and still even today, she had been bouncy and loud and talked probably more than seemed necessary. Seeing her shy made elladan smile. It made her look very—cute. Cute, yes that was the word.
Maranwe, once away from the others, turned to face him, her eyes shinning and her lip quivering. "I--I have read the letter that you send to Legolas-- actually I have read it seven times." She stammered. "I believe you now when you say that you-" She didn't know if she could say it. Curses, where was Arwen when she needed help.
"Love you?" He stepped closer to her, taking her hand in his. "With all my heart."
She flushed slightly and looked at the ground. "Elladan I do not know how I feel for you." She looked up to see the hurt in his eyes. "I know what it is you would have me say here, but I know not if I can. That is why I am asking you to leave."
Elladan instantly began to protest but was silenced by the feel of her fingertips on his mouth. A shudder ran through him, this was the first time she had touched him voluntarily, other then to push him away or knee him in the groin.
"You must leave me alone with my thoughts. I need a clear head to make my choice." She spoke to the ground.
Elladan nodded painfully, taking her hand from his mouth and holding it against his chest. "If this is truly your will, then I will honor it." He stepped forward, so that there was no space between their bodies, and leant in cautiously to press a gently kiss to her mouth. And this time—Maranwe didn't move away.
She tensed as soon as she felt his lips touch her own, and she felt a spark set off in the back of her mind. It scared her-yet she could not make her body move away. Or even push him away.
"Fire! Fire!"
The both spun round to see Ithiliwen, Galadwen and the others running away from the castle. Maranwe looked up and sure enough there was a burning orange inside the windows. Galadwen stood next to her uncle and held on to his arm. She looked at where the fire was and suddenly went cold. The blood darining from her pink face as she screamed. "That is my mother and father's chambers! She is inside! She is inside!"
Maranwe instantly felt her protective instincts for Arwen come in as she rushed towards the castle. She vaguely heard Elladan yelling his protests but continued to run. It was only until she felt Ithiliwen grab her arm.
"No Maranwe!" Ithiliwen held her to the spot, refusing to let her go inside.
"Arwen is in there Ithiliwen! I have to save her! She's my best friend!" Maranwe shouted as tears clouded her vision. No one noticed Elladan spring from where he stood until it was too late to stop him. Maranwe spotted through her teary eyes his lithe body run like an animal towards his trapped sister.
"Elladan!" Maranwe screamed after him, wrenching herself from Ithiliwen's' grasp. Tears streaking her pale face, she held on to Galadwen as she slumped to the ground. Tears for Arwen—tears for Elladan---tears for her own confusion.
Yay u can guess....kayleigh's fault for not updateing....
"Elladan can I speak with you?" Maranwe's voice was softer then usual as Elladan spun round to look at her. He instantly stood, smiling and walked with her, away from the others.
"I have been wanting you to say that for quite sometime." He laughed, as he noticed how unnerved she seemed. It was unlike her to be quiet. When she lived back in Imladris and still even today, she had been bouncy and loud and talked probably more than seemed necessary. Seeing her shy made elladan smile. It made her look very—cute. Cute, yes that was the word.
Maranwe, once away from the others, turned to face him, her eyes shinning and her lip quivering. "I--I have read the letter that you send to Legolas-- actually I have read it seven times." She stammered. "I believe you now when you say that you-" She didn't know if she could say it. Curses, where was Arwen when she needed help.
"Love you?" He stepped closer to her, taking her hand in his. "With all my heart."
She flushed slightly and looked at the ground. "Elladan I do not know how I feel for you." She looked up to see the hurt in his eyes. "I know what it is you would have me say here, but I know not if I can. That is why I am asking you to leave."
Elladan instantly began to protest but was silenced by the feel of her fingertips on his mouth. A shudder ran through him, this was the first time she had touched him voluntarily, other then to push him away or knee him in the groin.
"You must leave me alone with my thoughts. I need a clear head to make my choice." She spoke to the ground.
Elladan nodded painfully, taking her hand from his mouth and holding it against his chest. "If this is truly your will, then I will honor it." He stepped forward, so that there was no space between their bodies, and leant in cautiously to press a gently kiss to her mouth. And this time—Maranwe didn't move away.
She tensed as soon as she felt his lips touch her own, and she felt a spark set off in the back of her mind. It scared her-yet she could not make her body move away. Or even push him away.
"Fire! Fire!"
The both spun round to see Ithiliwen, Galadwen and the others running away from the castle. Maranwe looked up and sure enough there was a burning orange inside the windows. Galadwen stood next to her uncle and held on to his arm. She looked at where the fire was and suddenly went cold. The blood darining from her pink face as she screamed. "That is my mother and father's chambers! She is inside! She is inside!"
Maranwe instantly felt her protective instincts for Arwen come in as she rushed towards the castle. She vaguely heard Elladan yelling his protests but continued to run. It was only until she felt Ithiliwen grab her arm.
"No Maranwe!" Ithiliwen held her to the spot, refusing to let her go inside.
"Arwen is in there Ithiliwen! I have to save her! She's my best friend!" Maranwe shouted as tears clouded her vision. No one noticed Elladan spring from where he stood until it was too late to stop him. Maranwe spotted through her teary eyes his lithe body run like an animal towards his trapped sister.
"Elladan!" Maranwe screamed after him, wrenching herself from Ithiliwen's' grasp. Tears streaking her pale face, she held on to Galadwen as she slumped to the ground. Tears for Arwen—tears for Elladan---tears for her own confusion.