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Caitlin stood, watching Legolas walk off. She felt the sting of her words in his heart; she understood his conflict, his confusion. Yet in her heart she began to understand her own strength, and just how much she would need it. She began to understand that in her current state, she also needed Legolas to have faith in her, all this time he had been so sure of her abilities, so unquestioning of her will power. That faith had helped her begin to realize it herself.
She knew Legolas would have to deal with this in his own time. Caitlin sat again and picked up the damp cloth once more to wipe the blood from her neck.
Meanwhile, Gimli, Aragorn and Boromir sat at the fire, the hobbits had all fallen asleep. Their sleeping bodies a few feet from the fire. "How is Caitlin doing?" asked Aragorn to Gimli. "Oh, she will be fine, that gals tougher than methril, its Legolas I was worried about." He said with a grough laugh.
"That is good," said Boromir, "I was concerned for her."
Gimli looked angry at Boromir word. "You seemed not to concerned considering that your blade slit her throat." Said Gimli in a rough, harsh tone. " You over step your bounds Boromir."
"Is that what you will tell the enemy when an orc is the one slicing her head off." Hissed Boromir.
Aragorn put his hand out to Boromir, trying to stop his heated words. "Boromir, Gimli, this is not the time to fight, reserve that for those who are not friend." He said calmly, but the two men were not listening, and Boromir stood up, in an aggressive move toward Gimli, who, in response, stood to meet him.
"Perhaps it is not your brain that brings such passion to your words, but some other extremity that your will follows in these matters." He yelled.
Gimli had never been so insulted in all his life
"DO NOT QUESTION MY INTENTIONS HAVE ONLY A MIND TO BE HER FAITHFUL FRIEND BUT UNLIKE YOU I ALSO DO NOT INTEND TO REMOVE ANY CHANCE SHE MAY HAVE OF HELPING OUR QUEST WITH BLOODSHED. Spat Gimli, who was more angry than he could express.
"HOW DARE YOU INSULT ME IN SUCH A MANNOR, I WOULD NEVER ENDAMGER THE GIRL, THOUGH SHE SEEMS TO NOT HELP OUR QUEST AT ALL, WHY DOESN'T SHE JUST TELL UP OF WHAT SHE KNOWS..
Aragorn stood up, trying to part the two men who were practically at each others throats. "BOROMIR, GIMLI, YOU ARE FRIENDS..." he said as they all began to argue at the same time.
Caitlin approached from a distance, hearing and seeing the fighting among the fellowship that was taking place. She continued to approach, more swiftly now.
She ran up to them. "Stop it, guys, stop it." she said among the voices. But they were not listening. They were all lost in argument. Was this the beginning of the fellowship breaking up, had it started earlier than it should have because of her? this was not good, they had to reach the falls, they had to hold it together at least until then. Otherwise all would be lost when the urukai attached.
She was the only one who could keep them from tearing eachother apart, and the only one who was causing them to fight. She came close and shoved both Gimli and Boromir away from eachother, causing them to stumble backward. "I SAID STOP IT!" she yelled.
Suddenly everyone was silent, Aragorn seated himself back on the log he had been resting on as Boromir and Gimli both stood in surprise at her sudden authoritative manor. "Now, that I have everyone's attention. I respect every one of you and I hope you all respect me. So I would hope you will all hear me when I say that it is very important that you all not fight now, there are trials ahead that will test your skill. It is important that you just...go to sleep, just lay down, and don't speak until morning" the second the words came out of her mouth she felt stupid, it was all she could think of to say that would keep them from fighting. But as everyone began to unroll their blankets and prepare for bed in silence. The realization came upon her that she had just told the fellowship of the rings to take a time out.
She laid her head on the gray blanket, and wrapped the elven cloak around her body. She tried to close her eyes, but had to bring her hand to her mouth to stop herself from giggling at the whole situation.
A breeze blew by, sending shivers down her body, she curled up, bringing her knees to her chest forcing her to again think of only sleep. She did not want to fall asleep, her dreams were to much for her, this would be the third night she had spent in middle earth, she did not want to dream about death, or pain anymore. She tried to stay awake, the bitter cold helped her in this task, but her body was so tired. She needed sleep. It must have been hours but, She had been awake long past the time the rest had drifted into dream and the sound of their breathing echoed the sound of the wind blowing across their bodies. She laid their, her eyes open, but her mind trying to drift into slumber. She heard footsteps, and then her body became warm, as a blanket covered her, a hand rested on her shoulder as it draped the blanket softly over her body. She knew it to be Legolas's hand that lingered there. He began to remove his hand, but she rolled over, and grasped it with her own, his hand was warm, a sharp contrast from her own which was cold all the way through.
She looked at him, his face as beautiful against the moonlight as it was in the sun. "Legolas I am sorry, I did not mean to be so harsh, I was not paying attention to the power of my words, I apologize." She said, still holding his hand.
He knelt down to her, running a hand through her hair, "the truth should never be hidden, I am grateful for your insight, you show me that now more than ever you are the strong capable warrior I had up until then believed you to be. Do not be sorry, it is I who should apologize for my momentary lack of judgment and weakness." He said.
"It was you who gave me this blanket the night in lothlorien." She said, feeling the blanket he had placed on her and recognizing it as the one from the city of light.
"Yes."
"Thank you. And you brought it with you." She felt its fabric. "It is so beautiful."
He felt the fabric of one of the edges, "it is more than beautiful. It is the blanket of the warrior, Elrond." He said. "It was used during times of strife, when all is clouded in the mind, and dreams are not what they are meant to be."
"What does it do?" she asked, knowing that all elven things tended to have some magical purpose.
"It will keep you rested even when your dreams do not bring you comfort. If one night, you do not sleep, this will make you feel as though you have. It is a bringer of rest to the weary." He said.
"Thank you." She said. As they both released each other and Legolas moved away to find a place to rest himself.
Aragorn lay across the camp, listening to Caitlin and Legolas talking. He felt their connection growing stronger, everyone did. Aragorn was torn about his feelings, he was simultaneously happy for his friends, and scared of the pain they could find themselves in. this must have been why Legolas was so upset when they had spoken of arwen and himself at Lothlorien. Legolas wasn't only looking for hope that aragorn and arwen would be able to be together, he was looking for hope in himself, hope for his own heart. Aragorn drifted off to sleep thinking of Arwen, he could feel her, hear her. She was so close, yet unreachable.
This chapter is very short, but I wanted to keep a continuous stream of chapters while I can, school has been taking up much of my time. If I hadn't told you before I am a collage student, currently going for a philosophy and an anthropology degree so I am taking 16 hours right now. Chapters will either be short but will be updated more often, or they will be regular sized and will be up between every week and every week and a half. Well se la vie, I hope you all have fun with this chapter. Aiko alima
Caitlin stood, watching Legolas walk off. She felt the sting of her words in his heart; she understood his conflict, his confusion. Yet in her heart she began to understand her own strength, and just how much she would need it. She began to understand that in her current state, she also needed Legolas to have faith in her, all this time he had been so sure of her abilities, so unquestioning of her will power. That faith had helped her begin to realize it herself.
She knew Legolas would have to deal with this in his own time. Caitlin sat again and picked up the damp cloth once more to wipe the blood from her neck.
Meanwhile, Gimli, Aragorn and Boromir sat at the fire, the hobbits had all fallen asleep. Their sleeping bodies a few feet from the fire. "How is Caitlin doing?" asked Aragorn to Gimli. "Oh, she will be fine, that gals tougher than methril, its Legolas I was worried about." He said with a grough laugh.
"That is good," said Boromir, "I was concerned for her."
Gimli looked angry at Boromir word. "You seemed not to concerned considering that your blade slit her throat." Said Gimli in a rough, harsh tone. " You over step your bounds Boromir."
"Is that what you will tell the enemy when an orc is the one slicing her head off." Hissed Boromir.
Aragorn put his hand out to Boromir, trying to stop his heated words. "Boromir, Gimli, this is not the time to fight, reserve that for those who are not friend." He said calmly, but the two men were not listening, and Boromir stood up, in an aggressive move toward Gimli, who, in response, stood to meet him.
"Perhaps it is not your brain that brings such passion to your words, but some other extremity that your will follows in these matters." He yelled.
Gimli had never been so insulted in all his life
"DO NOT QUESTION MY INTENTIONS HAVE ONLY A MIND TO BE HER FAITHFUL FRIEND BUT UNLIKE YOU I ALSO DO NOT INTEND TO REMOVE ANY CHANCE SHE MAY HAVE OF HELPING OUR QUEST WITH BLOODSHED. Spat Gimli, who was more angry than he could express.
"HOW DARE YOU INSULT ME IN SUCH A MANNOR, I WOULD NEVER ENDAMGER THE GIRL, THOUGH SHE SEEMS TO NOT HELP OUR QUEST AT ALL, WHY DOESN'T SHE JUST TELL UP OF WHAT SHE KNOWS..
Aragorn stood up, trying to part the two men who were practically at each others throats. "BOROMIR, GIMLI, YOU ARE FRIENDS..." he said as they all began to argue at the same time.
Caitlin approached from a distance, hearing and seeing the fighting among the fellowship that was taking place. She continued to approach, more swiftly now.
She ran up to them. "Stop it, guys, stop it." she said among the voices. But they were not listening. They were all lost in argument. Was this the beginning of the fellowship breaking up, had it started earlier than it should have because of her? this was not good, they had to reach the falls, they had to hold it together at least until then. Otherwise all would be lost when the urukai attached.
She was the only one who could keep them from tearing eachother apart, and the only one who was causing them to fight. She came close and shoved both Gimli and Boromir away from eachother, causing them to stumble backward. "I SAID STOP IT!" she yelled.
Suddenly everyone was silent, Aragorn seated himself back on the log he had been resting on as Boromir and Gimli both stood in surprise at her sudden authoritative manor. "Now, that I have everyone's attention. I respect every one of you and I hope you all respect me. So I would hope you will all hear me when I say that it is very important that you all not fight now, there are trials ahead that will test your skill. It is important that you just...go to sleep, just lay down, and don't speak until morning" the second the words came out of her mouth she felt stupid, it was all she could think of to say that would keep them from fighting. But as everyone began to unroll their blankets and prepare for bed in silence. The realization came upon her that she had just told the fellowship of the rings to take a time out.
She laid her head on the gray blanket, and wrapped the elven cloak around her body. She tried to close her eyes, but had to bring her hand to her mouth to stop herself from giggling at the whole situation.
A breeze blew by, sending shivers down her body, she curled up, bringing her knees to her chest forcing her to again think of only sleep. She did not want to fall asleep, her dreams were to much for her, this would be the third night she had spent in middle earth, she did not want to dream about death, or pain anymore. She tried to stay awake, the bitter cold helped her in this task, but her body was so tired. She needed sleep. It must have been hours but, She had been awake long past the time the rest had drifted into dream and the sound of their breathing echoed the sound of the wind blowing across their bodies. She laid their, her eyes open, but her mind trying to drift into slumber. She heard footsteps, and then her body became warm, as a blanket covered her, a hand rested on her shoulder as it draped the blanket softly over her body. She knew it to be Legolas's hand that lingered there. He began to remove his hand, but she rolled over, and grasped it with her own, his hand was warm, a sharp contrast from her own which was cold all the way through.
She looked at him, his face as beautiful against the moonlight as it was in the sun. "Legolas I am sorry, I did not mean to be so harsh, I was not paying attention to the power of my words, I apologize." She said, still holding his hand.
He knelt down to her, running a hand through her hair, "the truth should never be hidden, I am grateful for your insight, you show me that now more than ever you are the strong capable warrior I had up until then believed you to be. Do not be sorry, it is I who should apologize for my momentary lack of judgment and weakness." He said.
"It was you who gave me this blanket the night in lothlorien." She said, feeling the blanket he had placed on her and recognizing it as the one from the city of light.
"Yes."
"Thank you. And you brought it with you." She felt its fabric. "It is so beautiful."
He felt the fabric of one of the edges, "it is more than beautiful. It is the blanket of the warrior, Elrond." He said. "It was used during times of strife, when all is clouded in the mind, and dreams are not what they are meant to be."
"What does it do?" she asked, knowing that all elven things tended to have some magical purpose.
"It will keep you rested even when your dreams do not bring you comfort. If one night, you do not sleep, this will make you feel as though you have. It is a bringer of rest to the weary." He said.
"Thank you." She said. As they both released each other and Legolas moved away to find a place to rest himself.
Aragorn lay across the camp, listening to Caitlin and Legolas talking. He felt their connection growing stronger, everyone did. Aragorn was torn about his feelings, he was simultaneously happy for his friends, and scared of the pain they could find themselves in. this must have been why Legolas was so upset when they had spoken of arwen and himself at Lothlorien. Legolas wasn't only looking for hope that aragorn and arwen would be able to be together, he was looking for hope in himself, hope for his own heart. Aragorn drifted off to sleep thinking of Arwen, he could feel her, hear her. She was so close, yet unreachable.
This chapter is very short, but I wanted to keep a continuous stream of chapters while I can, school has been taking up much of my time. If I hadn't told you before I am a collage student, currently going for a philosophy and an anthropology degree so I am taking 16 hours right now. Chapters will either be short but will be updated more often, or they will be regular sized and will be up between every week and every week and a half. Well se la vie, I hope you all have fun with this chapter. Aiko alima