I want to heal
I want to feel
What I thought was never real
I want to let go of the pain I've held so long
[Erase all the pain 'til it's gone]
It's gone]
I want to heal
I want to feel
Like I'm close to something real
I want to find something I've wanted all along
Somewhere I Belong
Linkin Park
CHAPTER 6
He awoke the next morning, his arms full of a warm, sweet smelling bundle. His face was buried in the masses of her thick golden hair and he inhaled deeply. Her hair was soft and he remembered how much he had enjoyed tangling himself in the silken strands.
He stirred slightly, loath to wake her. But the hour was growing late and it was time for them to be on their way. He ran his fingers lightly down her arm.
"Melanin, time to get up. The sun is already high in the sky."
She stirred and moaned slightly, her hand fisting on his chest. She moved slightly, ending up with her lips resting on the side of his neck.
He shuddered slightly, and tried to maintain his strict control, a task that was becoming exceedingly more and more difficult, especially when her hand began to move lower down on his stomach.
His breathing hitched and he twisted slightly to the side, causing her hand to fall to the ground. Carefully, he eased himself to an upright position and took a few deep breaths.
When he felt that he had himself under control again, he gently shook her awake.
"Erúvë, it is time for you to arise."
He eyes opened slowly and she blinked a couple of times before she focused on him. "Suildad (Greetings)," she yawned.
He cold not help but smile. "And you," he replied. "Now arise and see to your needs. I have to awake Aragorn."
He made his way across the campsite to where Aragorn lay. He nudged his friend with his toe. "It's morning, Estel. Get up."
The King of Gondor mumbled something below his breath and rolled over.
Legolas poked him harder. "Strider, so help me, if you behave stubborn today, I shall have to hurt you."
This time, he plainly heard Aragorn's comment. "Mítho orch, (Go kiss an orc)!"
Legolas' lips curved in a feral grin. "Have it your way."
He proceeded to the small stream that they had camped next to, and filled a waterskin full of the icy liquid. Erúvë watched in fascination as he strode across to his friend's bedroll and proceeded to dump the water over his head.
Aragorn came awake with a yell and a few choice phrases. He glared at the smirking Elf.
"I am going to cut off your...."
"Can't," Legolas grinned. "Erúvë's already claimed first dibs on that particular revenge."
"I'll help her then," Aragorn snarled, still fuming from his rude awakening.
They turned around at Erúvë's laughter. "You two act like a couple in love," she said, guffawing indelicately.
Silver-blue and green-gray eyes narrowed as they took in the amused she- elf. She was so busy laughing, that she missed the unholy glints in their eyes.
She squealed with surprise as she was smacked in the face with the empty waterskin. Raising her head, she glared at the two friends. "Who did it?"
They looked at her innocently. She got slowly to her feet. "If you don't confess, I'm going to have to hurt you both."
They looked at each other and started to snicker.
"You are but a female, Erúvë," Aragorn said. "You cannot hurt us."
"Your constant braying will soon attract other asses, Elessar," she stated.
Legolas grinned at the look of shock on his friend's face. He had to admit that Erúvë had just given the King of Gondor a good set down. His smile faded, however as she turned to him.
"Now, Prince, will you tell me who it is I have to maim?"
he held up his hands. "Now, Erúvë, melanin, you don't want to do anything that you would regret later, now would you?"
She gave him a purely evil grin. "Trust me, I would not regret it."
He heard Aragorn laugh and he muttered for the blond archer to hear, "Apparently, mellon nin, you didn't do things too right with her while you were together, hmmm?"
He elbowed his friend. "Shove it up your arse, Estel."
He pondered frantically on how to calm a raging she-elf. Turning to Aragorn, he said, "You live with one of them; try to calm her down!"
"Me? Why? You were the one who told me to throw the thing!"
"Yeah, but YOU were the dumbass who actually threw it!"
"Well how was I supposed to know that it was that time of the month?" Aragorn exclaimed.
Unfortunately for him, Erúvë had heard that last comment, and her mouth curved as she advanced on him.
Aragorn gulped. "Oops."
I want to feel
What I thought was never real
I want to let go of the pain I've held so long
[Erase all the pain 'til it's gone]
It's gone]
I want to heal
I want to feel
Like I'm close to something real
I want to find something I've wanted all along
Somewhere I Belong
Linkin Park
CHAPTER 6
He awoke the next morning, his arms full of a warm, sweet smelling bundle. His face was buried in the masses of her thick golden hair and he inhaled deeply. Her hair was soft and he remembered how much he had enjoyed tangling himself in the silken strands.
He stirred slightly, loath to wake her. But the hour was growing late and it was time for them to be on their way. He ran his fingers lightly down her arm.
"Melanin, time to get up. The sun is already high in the sky."
She stirred and moaned slightly, her hand fisting on his chest. She moved slightly, ending up with her lips resting on the side of his neck.
He shuddered slightly, and tried to maintain his strict control, a task that was becoming exceedingly more and more difficult, especially when her hand began to move lower down on his stomach.
His breathing hitched and he twisted slightly to the side, causing her hand to fall to the ground. Carefully, he eased himself to an upright position and took a few deep breaths.
When he felt that he had himself under control again, he gently shook her awake.
"Erúvë, it is time for you to arise."
He eyes opened slowly and she blinked a couple of times before she focused on him. "Suildad (Greetings)," she yawned.
He cold not help but smile. "And you," he replied. "Now arise and see to your needs. I have to awake Aragorn."
He made his way across the campsite to where Aragorn lay. He nudged his friend with his toe. "It's morning, Estel. Get up."
The King of Gondor mumbled something below his breath and rolled over.
Legolas poked him harder. "Strider, so help me, if you behave stubborn today, I shall have to hurt you."
This time, he plainly heard Aragorn's comment. "Mítho orch, (Go kiss an orc)!"
Legolas' lips curved in a feral grin. "Have it your way."
He proceeded to the small stream that they had camped next to, and filled a waterskin full of the icy liquid. Erúvë watched in fascination as he strode across to his friend's bedroll and proceeded to dump the water over his head.
Aragorn came awake with a yell and a few choice phrases. He glared at the smirking Elf.
"I am going to cut off your...."
"Can't," Legolas grinned. "Erúvë's already claimed first dibs on that particular revenge."
"I'll help her then," Aragorn snarled, still fuming from his rude awakening.
They turned around at Erúvë's laughter. "You two act like a couple in love," she said, guffawing indelicately.
Silver-blue and green-gray eyes narrowed as they took in the amused she- elf. She was so busy laughing, that she missed the unholy glints in their eyes.
She squealed with surprise as she was smacked in the face with the empty waterskin. Raising her head, she glared at the two friends. "Who did it?"
They looked at her innocently. She got slowly to her feet. "If you don't confess, I'm going to have to hurt you both."
They looked at each other and started to snicker.
"You are but a female, Erúvë," Aragorn said. "You cannot hurt us."
"Your constant braying will soon attract other asses, Elessar," she stated.
Legolas grinned at the look of shock on his friend's face. He had to admit that Erúvë had just given the King of Gondor a good set down. His smile faded, however as she turned to him.
"Now, Prince, will you tell me who it is I have to maim?"
he held up his hands. "Now, Erúvë, melanin, you don't want to do anything that you would regret later, now would you?"
She gave him a purely evil grin. "Trust me, I would not regret it."
He heard Aragorn laugh and he muttered for the blond archer to hear, "Apparently, mellon nin, you didn't do things too right with her while you were together, hmmm?"
He elbowed his friend. "Shove it up your arse, Estel."
He pondered frantically on how to calm a raging she-elf. Turning to Aragorn, he said, "You live with one of them; try to calm her down!"
"Me? Why? You were the one who told me to throw the thing!"
"Yeah, but YOU were the dumbass who actually threw it!"
"Well how was I supposed to know that it was that time of the month?" Aragorn exclaimed.
Unfortunately for him, Erúvë had heard that last comment, and her mouth curved as she advanced on him.
Aragorn gulped. "Oops."