I have been hearing some very positive responses from all my
readers and I really love some of the ideas. I have been inspired by many
of them; I have based the following chapter on how I feel the ideas will
flow with the rest of my story.
I thank you all so very much for willing to join me on this little adventure of creativity. If you all enjoyed this little suggestion panel, in the future I hope to be able to draw more inspiration from your creative minds when I just cant think of which way to turn, or, like this time, I have a free space in the story for a scene that might benefit from a little objective perspective.
Anyhow, to continue with some stuff about the story, I hope I have been conveying Caitlin in the light I wanted. Do you all see her as being a very strong person, and at the same time, struggling with realizing that strength? Do you see her as being spiritual and wise but still flawed?
Do you think Legolas and Caitlin have a real connection or should I show some more real world relationship stuff, because I think being fascinated with each other will only get you so far, so maybe I should show what they have in common, I cant tell if it has been showing through so far? Can you see that she is a true woman and still a warrior at the same time? I just ask because I really don't have the kind of perspective you all have so anything you can tell me would be great. I hope I am not being to pushy or demanding or anything, so if you don't want to answer that's fine.
The two swords held, their pressure consistent. Caitlin stood, sword up, facing Boromir.
His face was straight and calm, his sword stood fast. "I hear of the training you have been doing with the dwarve." He said as their blades were still locked, both using their arm strength to hold them their. " He is an unworthy teacher, you should learn from a true warrior, the Gondorien soldiers are the best in all of middle earth." He said.
At his words she let her body move to the right, and released the pressure on her blade at the same time, this allowed the strength Boromir was pushing against the blade to be redirected, she used this to her advantage and clocked him one across the face while he fell from the pushing he had been doing which now had nothing to surface on. He landed in the dirt, his sword knocked from his hand.
Caitlin smiled at him and offered him her hand. "Sorry about that." she said sarcastically.
He took her hand and she pulled him to her feet. He smiled at her as she went over and picked up his sword. "Their still is much you can learn," he said as she handed the weapon to him. "I could teach you." He said taking the sword and raising it in a proposal to her for training.
"I would certainly hope that I had much to learn, it would be a great tragedy for me to feel there was nothing left out there to learn." She said as she sheathed her sword in its scabbard.
Boromir looked disappointed as she sheathed her sword. Caitlin meant no malice at turning him down, but she had been deliberately avoiding interaction with Boromir, this man, proud, honorable, but week, the ring would take him over, and Caitlin knew that not only his attempts to take the ring, but also his death, would prove an essential part of the way the story played out. Frodo would leave the fellowship because of his actions, that was essential to middle earth's survival she thought.
It pained her to watch him, to speak to him, it was as though she were speaking with the dead. She strained to hide her knowledge of Boomers death from him. She turned her back to him, to make certain he did not see any part of what she knew in her face. She could feel his eyes on her as she turned away from him, and she felt like a coward, running from his eye.
She suddenly was aware of just how silly she was behaving. Caitlin was afraid of facing Boromir, yes. Finding his presence so close to her, made her afraid she might not be able to contain the knowledge of his death.
But still her heart and spirit was strong and she would not hide from the truth, from this, just because it was difficult and a challenge.
She turned toward him and drew her sword. She made ready to fight.
"anything you may teach me of combat Lord Boromir, I am willing to learn." She said looking him straight in the eyes.
Boromir smiled at her acceptance of training and then screamed a battle cry. "AAAaargh." He came at her, cutting across the air. She crouched down, avoiding his strike. She rolled across the ground, positioning herself behind Boromir. She struck from the top, swinging the blade down.
Boromir spun around, blocking her blow and then ducking down and grabbing her legs, she tumbled over, landing hard on the ground, the wind knocked out of her.
She kept her wits about her though, and kicked Boromir in the face. She kicked him hard and upon impact she heard a hard loud crack as Boromir fell back, his body limp for a moment on the ground before he sat up, holding his head.
Caitlin had watched, as though it were in slow motion, as he fell back. "Oh Boromir, are you alright?" she said rushing over to him.
His head had a cut on it and his right eye was swollen in deed.
"Great shot." He said rubbing his eye for a moment. He suddenly took up his sword again, pouncing on her, she was unaware and unprepared. He wrapped his hand around her neck, bringing the other hand with the sword to her throat.
His eyes were determined and fierce " and what would you do now?" he said roughly.
She searched the ground, trying to find her sword but it was nowhere to be found.
The pressure on her neck increased and a trickle of blood flowed from her throat. Boromir seemed crazy, not even caring about the wound he was continuing to deepen in her throat.
Caitlin gritted her teeth and an angry expression came over her face. She would not succumb to this. He had taken this to far, and she had too much will to let him kill her. As the blade bore down on her, she lifted her foot up and thrust it into his ribs. Her doubled over, rolling off of her, Caitlin rolled across the ground, finding her blade she stood and aimed its tip at Boromir.
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING?!" she yelled at him.
"Ha ha ha ah ah ha ha ha" he laughed. "Oh, that was brilliant." He continued.
Caitlin lowered her sword, confused, and Boromir got up. He came toward he and she readied her sword again, aiming it at him once more. "The question still stands Boromir." She spat at him.
Don't misunderstand me," he said. But Caitlin looked suspicious. "Don't you see, that's what a battle is." He said but she still stood fast, still showing him she did not trust his coming closer. Boromir became serious. "I was testing you Caitlin, and you did very well." He said as he turned and picked up his sword.
He then walked toward the camp. Caitlin did not lower her gaze or her weapon from his movement until he was gone. Then she lowered and sheathed her sword. Caitlin felt Boromir had been genuinely testing her, showing her a glimpse of the brutality and quick thinking she would have to be ready for on the battle field.
But for a moment, as his blade grazed her throat, as she stared in to his eyes and saw the expression on his face, she felt something deep inside of him, something that for a moment made her believe her would kill her.
Caitlin knew the ring pulled at him, it called to him and he longed to possess it. She did not know if he had all along intended to take it to Gondor, to Denathor or not. But for a moment she peered into the eyes of a man corrupted by evil. Boromir would soon dwindle to the pull of the one ring, he would go mad before the end.
Her thoughts drew her to gaze at the spot Boromir had just been in. a noble man, tall and broad, honorable and noble. A man who believed passionately in the greatness of his kingdom. It was a terrible feeling, to watch Boromir transformed from this great man into a tyrant, against the fellowship. Was this the beginning of his fall into darkness, had she sparked it, or had it begun from the moment he laid eyes on the one ring, she would not know.
A breeze blew by, her hair flowing behind her, a perfect picture of the elven braiding. She wrapped the elven cloak around her body, and brought the hood up over her head.
The night air was getting colder and colder, her hands were freezing and she noticed just how dark the forest had become. The moon seemed to disappear behind a cloud. Caitlin thought it might be a good idea to go back to camp.
She would have to find solitude on some other night, which is what she was after in the first place. She walked past the clearing toward the encampment.
The trees were dark now but she still made her way.
A branch broke behind her and she twirled around, ready to draw her sword. She backed up a few feet, her hand on the hilt of her sword. "Oomph" she backed into someone. She turned around to find Legolas standing there.
"Hello." He said with a smile at seeing her. "I seem to find you in the most unexpected of places little bird on the wind." He said.
Caitlin couldn't make out his features through the night air, but she knew the shape of his body, as it stood close to her own. The sound of his voice. All of these things told her his identity.
"Legolas what are you doing out here?" she asked as they both continued toward camp.
I felt danger was near." He said, "I feel it still, ever since we left Lothlorien. That something is closing in on us, and I felt danger very close just now, to close." He said as they came upon the encampment. "It is strange, the feeling, do you..." but he stopped when the light from the campfires hit them. "What happened?!" he exclaimed as he saw the cut on her neck, blood had flowed down, making the wound seem much worse than it actually was. "Oh, its nothing, Boromir and I were training and..." she said as she felt the cut with her hand. "I guess we both got a little carried away." She said as she looked at Boromir who sat near the fire, his head cut and his eye black and swollen.
The hobbits smirked and Aragorn looked wearily at Boromir as Caitlin and Legolas approached, they had all heard Caitlin's words.
They moved past him, his eye was swollen and quickly blackening and his head was cut. He held a rag up to it, stopping the blood. "..I guess we both got a little carried away." She said.
Legolas also leered at Boromir, his gaze filled with concern and suspicion.
"Well, come on then," said Gimli. "Lets get that cleaned up." He said, showing her the way to the med kit. Legolas followed her, but his eyes remained fixed on Boromirs face.
"Why is Legolas looking so upset?" whispered Merry to Sam who was happily munching on a piece of Lambas bread.
Sam leaned over, and cupped his hands over Merrys ear so that no one else could hear him. "Because, Merry, Legolas is in love with Caitlin." He said softly.
"what?" asked Merry who hadn't heard a word Sam had said. But Sam wasn't going to repeat himself. He was, himself, lost in thought of Rosy cotton, and the night he had danced with her.
"hello,?" said Merry as he waved a hand in front of the dazed Sam. "Sam, Sam I didn't hear you, what did you?"
"Oh Merry let him be, Ill tell ya the answer." Said Pippin confidently as he munched on a piece of bread.
"Legolas is upset because he. well its because.ya know come to thin of it I don't know." Said pippin. Merry scowled at pippin who had seemed so confident only moments ago. "Why am I not surprised," he said as he rolled over, bringing his blanket up over his shoulders. "I don't really care anyways, im going to sleep." He said as he closed his eyes.
"Well it looks relatively minor, just a flesh wound." Said Gimli as he dabbed the cut with a cloth. "It just bled quite a lot, it looks worse than it really is." He said. "No sense in cryin about it then." He continued.
"I haven't been crying, said Caitlin.
Gimli laughed. "I haven't been talking to you, I was talking to the lad over there," he said as he turned to see Legolas pacing back and forth across the floor just behind them. But upon Gimli's words he stopped and glared at Gimli who only continued to speak. "Really young princling, there is no reason to get so agitated. He said with a smile on his face.
"This is not something to take lightly Gimli." He said in a serious voice.
Gimli only laughed, "oh you are right, we should string Boromir up by his toes and beat him with a dead fish." Said Gimli who laughed quite hardily now. It was clear he was just loving how serious Legolas was taking this.
"huh. Did you say dead fish?" said Caitlin, not knowing where that came from.
"Legolas, my lad, you must admit that you are letting your emotions get the best of you, I have not seen an elf do that." he said now with a more serious composure on his face.
He turned then to Caitlin and handed her the damp cloth, " I think you can take it from here lass, the cut is clean and I have left some bandages at your disposal for when you have gotten the rest of the blood off your neck," he said.
"Where are you going? You don't have to leave." Said Caitlin.
Gimli brought his face very close to hers trying to whisper in her ear. "I dare not stay my friend, I fear the elf would do me some harm if I did," he said with a wink and a smile. He then patted her on the shoulder and headed toward the fire where Aragorn and Boromir were sitting.
Legolas watched Gimli leave and then turned to Caitlin who was busy washing the blood from her neck. "It would seem the dwarve is right." Said Caitlin who also observed his body language, he was overly concerned.
" I do not think so, this is not something Boromir should have done, and he had no right." Said Legolas, his voice heated with anger.
Caitlin stood up and quickly approached him, her face and body filled with a kind of determination, and confidence Legolas had not seen in her. " How can you say that...right. Who here has the right to inflict injury on another." Her voice was assertive, and spoken with a leaders voice. "Do you think an orc will stop its blade from me because it has not right to continue, no, there is only rage and aggression in war. There is no mercy and no compassion in the enemies face. You keep telling me that I am a warrior, that I have all I need to be successful in battle. That I only have to realize it. To only find the strength within myself. Yet at the first scratch from training you treat it as though I were a porcelain doll, which needs to be doubted upon and kept in a glass box." Her tone then turned from its agitated and confident state to one of a soft and true voice. She lifted her hand up to his face, bringing it to face hers. "Which is it Legolas, either you believe me to be capable, and accept that war and pain will bring itself upon me weather I am ready for it or not and help me be ready by showing me you have faith in my abilities as a warrior. Or you try to shelter me from battle at every turn; you remain so scared that I will get hurt, that you prevent me from ever being really ready for battle when it surrounds me. And their will be a time that you will not be there, you cannot save I am the only one who can do that. So which is it Legolas, do you show me you believe in me or do you believe me to be in a state of helplessness." She said softly.
Legolas heard her words, and how true they were, he needed to not treat her as helpless, that would not help her in battle, he needed to treat her as he had been up till not, as a capable beautiful woman, who's spirit was more than ready to face the war to come. That, after all, was what brought her so close to his heart, that was why he cared for her so much. But still he couldn't yet come to terms with his fear.
Confused by his feelings he turned away from her, turned from her sight. "I know your words are true Caitlin, but I have much to think of before I may accept them." He said.
Legolas walked away from her, and headed into the forest and the darkness.
Sorry it took so long to put this chapter up, but its here now, and hopefully it is as good as you were hoping it would be. Well I am off to continue on the next chapter, so until than, see ya.
I thank you all so very much for willing to join me on this little adventure of creativity. If you all enjoyed this little suggestion panel, in the future I hope to be able to draw more inspiration from your creative minds when I just cant think of which way to turn, or, like this time, I have a free space in the story for a scene that might benefit from a little objective perspective.
Anyhow, to continue with some stuff about the story, I hope I have been conveying Caitlin in the light I wanted. Do you all see her as being a very strong person, and at the same time, struggling with realizing that strength? Do you see her as being spiritual and wise but still flawed?
Do you think Legolas and Caitlin have a real connection or should I show some more real world relationship stuff, because I think being fascinated with each other will only get you so far, so maybe I should show what they have in common, I cant tell if it has been showing through so far? Can you see that she is a true woman and still a warrior at the same time? I just ask because I really don't have the kind of perspective you all have so anything you can tell me would be great. I hope I am not being to pushy or demanding or anything, so if you don't want to answer that's fine.
The two swords held, their pressure consistent. Caitlin stood, sword up, facing Boromir.
His face was straight and calm, his sword stood fast. "I hear of the training you have been doing with the dwarve." He said as their blades were still locked, both using their arm strength to hold them their. " He is an unworthy teacher, you should learn from a true warrior, the Gondorien soldiers are the best in all of middle earth." He said.
At his words she let her body move to the right, and released the pressure on her blade at the same time, this allowed the strength Boromir was pushing against the blade to be redirected, she used this to her advantage and clocked him one across the face while he fell from the pushing he had been doing which now had nothing to surface on. He landed in the dirt, his sword knocked from his hand.
Caitlin smiled at him and offered him her hand. "Sorry about that." she said sarcastically.
He took her hand and she pulled him to her feet. He smiled at her as she went over and picked up his sword. "Their still is much you can learn," he said as she handed the weapon to him. "I could teach you." He said taking the sword and raising it in a proposal to her for training.
"I would certainly hope that I had much to learn, it would be a great tragedy for me to feel there was nothing left out there to learn." She said as she sheathed her sword in its scabbard.
Boromir looked disappointed as she sheathed her sword. Caitlin meant no malice at turning him down, but she had been deliberately avoiding interaction with Boromir, this man, proud, honorable, but week, the ring would take him over, and Caitlin knew that not only his attempts to take the ring, but also his death, would prove an essential part of the way the story played out. Frodo would leave the fellowship because of his actions, that was essential to middle earth's survival she thought.
It pained her to watch him, to speak to him, it was as though she were speaking with the dead. She strained to hide her knowledge of Boomers death from him. She turned her back to him, to make certain he did not see any part of what she knew in her face. She could feel his eyes on her as she turned away from him, and she felt like a coward, running from his eye.
She suddenly was aware of just how silly she was behaving. Caitlin was afraid of facing Boromir, yes. Finding his presence so close to her, made her afraid she might not be able to contain the knowledge of his death.
But still her heart and spirit was strong and she would not hide from the truth, from this, just because it was difficult and a challenge.
She turned toward him and drew her sword. She made ready to fight.
"anything you may teach me of combat Lord Boromir, I am willing to learn." She said looking him straight in the eyes.
Boromir smiled at her acceptance of training and then screamed a battle cry. "AAAaargh." He came at her, cutting across the air. She crouched down, avoiding his strike. She rolled across the ground, positioning herself behind Boromir. She struck from the top, swinging the blade down.
Boromir spun around, blocking her blow and then ducking down and grabbing her legs, she tumbled over, landing hard on the ground, the wind knocked out of her.
She kept her wits about her though, and kicked Boromir in the face. She kicked him hard and upon impact she heard a hard loud crack as Boromir fell back, his body limp for a moment on the ground before he sat up, holding his head.
Caitlin had watched, as though it were in slow motion, as he fell back. "Oh Boromir, are you alright?" she said rushing over to him.
His head had a cut on it and his right eye was swollen in deed.
"Great shot." He said rubbing his eye for a moment. He suddenly took up his sword again, pouncing on her, she was unaware and unprepared. He wrapped his hand around her neck, bringing the other hand with the sword to her throat.
His eyes were determined and fierce " and what would you do now?" he said roughly.
She searched the ground, trying to find her sword but it was nowhere to be found.
The pressure on her neck increased and a trickle of blood flowed from her throat. Boromir seemed crazy, not even caring about the wound he was continuing to deepen in her throat.
Caitlin gritted her teeth and an angry expression came over her face. She would not succumb to this. He had taken this to far, and she had too much will to let him kill her. As the blade bore down on her, she lifted her foot up and thrust it into his ribs. Her doubled over, rolling off of her, Caitlin rolled across the ground, finding her blade she stood and aimed its tip at Boromir.
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING?!" she yelled at him.
"Ha ha ha ah ah ha ha ha" he laughed. "Oh, that was brilliant." He continued.
Caitlin lowered her sword, confused, and Boromir got up. He came toward he and she readied her sword again, aiming it at him once more. "The question still stands Boromir." She spat at him.
Don't misunderstand me," he said. But Caitlin looked suspicious. "Don't you see, that's what a battle is." He said but she still stood fast, still showing him she did not trust his coming closer. Boromir became serious. "I was testing you Caitlin, and you did very well." He said as he turned and picked up his sword.
He then walked toward the camp. Caitlin did not lower her gaze or her weapon from his movement until he was gone. Then she lowered and sheathed her sword. Caitlin felt Boromir had been genuinely testing her, showing her a glimpse of the brutality and quick thinking she would have to be ready for on the battle field.
But for a moment, as his blade grazed her throat, as she stared in to his eyes and saw the expression on his face, she felt something deep inside of him, something that for a moment made her believe her would kill her.
Caitlin knew the ring pulled at him, it called to him and he longed to possess it. She did not know if he had all along intended to take it to Gondor, to Denathor or not. But for a moment she peered into the eyes of a man corrupted by evil. Boromir would soon dwindle to the pull of the one ring, he would go mad before the end.
Her thoughts drew her to gaze at the spot Boromir had just been in. a noble man, tall and broad, honorable and noble. A man who believed passionately in the greatness of his kingdom. It was a terrible feeling, to watch Boromir transformed from this great man into a tyrant, against the fellowship. Was this the beginning of his fall into darkness, had she sparked it, or had it begun from the moment he laid eyes on the one ring, she would not know.
A breeze blew by, her hair flowing behind her, a perfect picture of the elven braiding. She wrapped the elven cloak around her body, and brought the hood up over her head.
The night air was getting colder and colder, her hands were freezing and she noticed just how dark the forest had become. The moon seemed to disappear behind a cloud. Caitlin thought it might be a good idea to go back to camp.
She would have to find solitude on some other night, which is what she was after in the first place. She walked past the clearing toward the encampment.
The trees were dark now but she still made her way.
A branch broke behind her and she twirled around, ready to draw her sword. She backed up a few feet, her hand on the hilt of her sword. "Oomph" she backed into someone. She turned around to find Legolas standing there.
"Hello." He said with a smile at seeing her. "I seem to find you in the most unexpected of places little bird on the wind." He said.
Caitlin couldn't make out his features through the night air, but she knew the shape of his body, as it stood close to her own. The sound of his voice. All of these things told her his identity.
"Legolas what are you doing out here?" she asked as they both continued toward camp.
I felt danger was near." He said, "I feel it still, ever since we left Lothlorien. That something is closing in on us, and I felt danger very close just now, to close." He said as they came upon the encampment. "It is strange, the feeling, do you..." but he stopped when the light from the campfires hit them. "What happened?!" he exclaimed as he saw the cut on her neck, blood had flowed down, making the wound seem much worse than it actually was. "Oh, its nothing, Boromir and I were training and..." she said as she felt the cut with her hand. "I guess we both got a little carried away." She said as she looked at Boromir who sat near the fire, his head cut and his eye black and swollen.
The hobbits smirked and Aragorn looked wearily at Boromir as Caitlin and Legolas approached, they had all heard Caitlin's words.
They moved past him, his eye was swollen and quickly blackening and his head was cut. He held a rag up to it, stopping the blood. "..I guess we both got a little carried away." She said.
Legolas also leered at Boromir, his gaze filled with concern and suspicion.
"Well, come on then," said Gimli. "Lets get that cleaned up." He said, showing her the way to the med kit. Legolas followed her, but his eyes remained fixed on Boromirs face.
"Why is Legolas looking so upset?" whispered Merry to Sam who was happily munching on a piece of Lambas bread.
Sam leaned over, and cupped his hands over Merrys ear so that no one else could hear him. "Because, Merry, Legolas is in love with Caitlin." He said softly.
"what?" asked Merry who hadn't heard a word Sam had said. But Sam wasn't going to repeat himself. He was, himself, lost in thought of Rosy cotton, and the night he had danced with her.
"hello,?" said Merry as he waved a hand in front of the dazed Sam. "Sam, Sam I didn't hear you, what did you?"
"Oh Merry let him be, Ill tell ya the answer." Said Pippin confidently as he munched on a piece of bread.
"Legolas is upset because he. well its because.ya know come to thin of it I don't know." Said pippin. Merry scowled at pippin who had seemed so confident only moments ago. "Why am I not surprised," he said as he rolled over, bringing his blanket up over his shoulders. "I don't really care anyways, im going to sleep." He said as he closed his eyes.
"Well it looks relatively minor, just a flesh wound." Said Gimli as he dabbed the cut with a cloth. "It just bled quite a lot, it looks worse than it really is." He said. "No sense in cryin about it then." He continued.
"I haven't been crying, said Caitlin.
Gimli laughed. "I haven't been talking to you, I was talking to the lad over there," he said as he turned to see Legolas pacing back and forth across the floor just behind them. But upon Gimli's words he stopped and glared at Gimli who only continued to speak. "Really young princling, there is no reason to get so agitated. He said with a smile on his face.
"This is not something to take lightly Gimli." He said in a serious voice.
Gimli only laughed, "oh you are right, we should string Boromir up by his toes and beat him with a dead fish." Said Gimli who laughed quite hardily now. It was clear he was just loving how serious Legolas was taking this.
"huh. Did you say dead fish?" said Caitlin, not knowing where that came from.
"Legolas, my lad, you must admit that you are letting your emotions get the best of you, I have not seen an elf do that." he said now with a more serious composure on his face.
He turned then to Caitlin and handed her the damp cloth, " I think you can take it from here lass, the cut is clean and I have left some bandages at your disposal for when you have gotten the rest of the blood off your neck," he said.
"Where are you going? You don't have to leave." Said Caitlin.
Gimli brought his face very close to hers trying to whisper in her ear. "I dare not stay my friend, I fear the elf would do me some harm if I did," he said with a wink and a smile. He then patted her on the shoulder and headed toward the fire where Aragorn and Boromir were sitting.
Legolas watched Gimli leave and then turned to Caitlin who was busy washing the blood from her neck. "It would seem the dwarve is right." Said Caitlin who also observed his body language, he was overly concerned.
" I do not think so, this is not something Boromir should have done, and he had no right." Said Legolas, his voice heated with anger.
Caitlin stood up and quickly approached him, her face and body filled with a kind of determination, and confidence Legolas had not seen in her. " How can you say that...right. Who here has the right to inflict injury on another." Her voice was assertive, and spoken with a leaders voice. "Do you think an orc will stop its blade from me because it has not right to continue, no, there is only rage and aggression in war. There is no mercy and no compassion in the enemies face. You keep telling me that I am a warrior, that I have all I need to be successful in battle. That I only have to realize it. To only find the strength within myself. Yet at the first scratch from training you treat it as though I were a porcelain doll, which needs to be doubted upon and kept in a glass box." Her tone then turned from its agitated and confident state to one of a soft and true voice. She lifted her hand up to his face, bringing it to face hers. "Which is it Legolas, either you believe me to be capable, and accept that war and pain will bring itself upon me weather I am ready for it or not and help me be ready by showing me you have faith in my abilities as a warrior. Or you try to shelter me from battle at every turn; you remain so scared that I will get hurt, that you prevent me from ever being really ready for battle when it surrounds me. And their will be a time that you will not be there, you cannot save I am the only one who can do that. So which is it Legolas, do you show me you believe in me or do you believe me to be in a state of helplessness." She said softly.
Legolas heard her words, and how true they were, he needed to not treat her as helpless, that would not help her in battle, he needed to treat her as he had been up till not, as a capable beautiful woman, who's spirit was more than ready to face the war to come. That, after all, was what brought her so close to his heart, that was why he cared for her so much. But still he couldn't yet come to terms with his fear.
Confused by his feelings he turned away from her, turned from her sight. "I know your words are true Caitlin, but I have much to think of before I may accept them." He said.
Legolas walked away from her, and headed into the forest and the darkness.
Sorry it took so long to put this chapter up, but its here now, and hopefully it is as good as you were hoping it would be. Well I am off to continue on the next chapter, so until than, see ya.