It was a beautiful sunset in the early summer. Legolas and I were taking a
walk in a glade by the river. Sunlight streamed through the canopy of
leaves above us and struck Legolas' hair golden.
I felt perfectly comfortable with Legolas now. Sure, we had got off to a bad start, but we were growing closer every day and I was glad that Legolas thought of me as a friend. Of course, I still fancied the pants off him, but I hadn't told him, or anyone, that. I'd let him find out in his own time.
"I wish my sister wasn't going out with that creep Tithirön," Legolas remarked.
"Me too, apart from anything else he looks like a fish," I said bitchily. Legolas laughed, a rich, musical laugh that made my heart backflip.
"Yeah. But I meant he's so..." Legolas paused. "I don't know how to put it, just..."
"You mean he sneaks around everywhere, lurks in corners and acts like he's the Prince, not you?" I suggested.
Legolas smiled. "Exactly. You always know just how to say what's in my head."
I blushed. "Oh...sorry."
"No, it's good," he said, and put his hands in mine. Immediately my body went haywire and my brain disconnected itself from the whole shebang, leaving my mouth to fend for itself.
"I really like you, Einëssa," Legolas was looking into my eyes, no trace of a joke.
I wished my brain hadn't deserted me. "Yurgle," I said.
Legolas frowned. "You don't." He let go of my hands, to my regret. "You can just say if you don't want..." he broke off.
"Oh, no, I do, I really do, I'm sorry, just..."
I never got a chance to finish that sentence, because suddenly a shrill scream sounded from within the forest and then came the sound of hooves cantering away.
I felt perfectly comfortable with Legolas now. Sure, we had got off to a bad start, but we were growing closer every day and I was glad that Legolas thought of me as a friend. Of course, I still fancied the pants off him, but I hadn't told him, or anyone, that. I'd let him find out in his own time.
"I wish my sister wasn't going out with that creep Tithirön," Legolas remarked.
"Me too, apart from anything else he looks like a fish," I said bitchily. Legolas laughed, a rich, musical laugh that made my heart backflip.
"Yeah. But I meant he's so..." Legolas paused. "I don't know how to put it, just..."
"You mean he sneaks around everywhere, lurks in corners and acts like he's the Prince, not you?" I suggested.
Legolas smiled. "Exactly. You always know just how to say what's in my head."
I blushed. "Oh...sorry."
"No, it's good," he said, and put his hands in mine. Immediately my body went haywire and my brain disconnected itself from the whole shebang, leaving my mouth to fend for itself.
"I really like you, Einëssa," Legolas was looking into my eyes, no trace of a joke.
I wished my brain hadn't deserted me. "Yurgle," I said.
Legolas frowned. "You don't." He let go of my hands, to my regret. "You can just say if you don't want..." he broke off.
"Oh, no, I do, I really do, I'm sorry, just..."
I never got a chance to finish that sentence, because suddenly a shrill scream sounded from within the forest and then came the sound of hooves cantering away.