Author's Note: Hello, hello everybody. I am once again sorry, for, as usual, my Friday post is late. I've truly tried to make the Friday deadline, but it seems I have been hindered constantly. However, my Quickedit is working now and I have corrected the font on my previous chapters (hurray!).

I've made a few corrections and I hope to extend my chapters shorty (perhaps when school is out and I am ridden of my AP courses).

Well, I won't delay with any more words, so with that said, Enjoyable reading!

"Head Over Heels"

Laureligh felt nauseous. Her anger now gone, panic came flooding back. She stood up slowly, resisting the urge to faint. Fear shook throughout her body, causing her limbs to tremble.

She softly brushed off her dress and looked meekly around. Tears fell from her eyes gently as her lips quivered. She didn't have any idea what to do. She was afraid. She was alone.

Just then, she caught something in the corner of her eye. She spun around, startled. It was a male elf, clad in brown and green Mirkwood garb. He had a long, elven bow at hand and upon his back he bore two silvery- white blades. He had sleek, golden hair that flowed over his supple limbs and eyes that shone with concern and compassion.

"Are you alright?" he asked, slowly approaching her. She tried to regain her composure, trying to display some amount of courage, but her fear sent her arms into convulsions. She nodded slowly, fighting back sobs.

"Who are you?" she asked. He opened his mouth to reply and then abruptly strung his bow and fired, inches away from her face. She looked back to see the orc, now dead, and turned to the elf. Dazed, she tried to run but her knees buckled, nearly sending her to the ground. The he-elf raced over, gracefully catching her as she fell.

"Amin hiraetha," he apologized softly. He helped her stand, gently keeping his hands upon her back in case she fell back. She turned to him, now somewhat calmer, and smiled softly.

"I am Legolas of Mirkwood," he said, allowing a small smile to escape his lips.

"Diola lle... Legolas," she replied.

"I am- "she began, but was interrupted by coarse cries and loud drums in the distance. She looked back into the wood, filling her heart with dread. She turned to Legolas with eyes wide with fear. He grabbed her hand tightly.

"Follow me," he instructed. He began racing through the woods, leading her behind him. She followed him quickly, trying to keep up, her hair flying wildly behind her. Her injured leg throbbed with pain as she leapt over rocks and logs. Thorns slapped against her legs, slicing her delicate skin. Gripping her hand tighter, they turned to the right, darting between trees and brush. She could hear the orcs behind them, slowly catching up. As she looked over her shoulder, she could see the outline of the bodies tearing after them through the forest. She cried out, running faster. They turned to the left sharply onto the path. There awaited a white horse near the path, grazing quietly. It raised its head in alarm as they approached. Legolas pulled her beside him as they neared and grabbed her waist, hoisting her unto the horse. Agilely he jumped on behind her and reached for the reins.

"Asca!" he shouted fiercely. The horse shot off quickly, leaving the orcs behind them. They galloped down the path a ways until they were out of ears shot. Legolas slowed the horse gradually to a trot. Laureligh fell back on his chest, fatigued with fear.

"Are you hurt?" he asked softly, concern in his voice. She shook her head, slowly relaxing. She closed her eyes. His smell of cedar and warm chest seemed to lull her to sleep. She drifted off for a while but the excitement of the dayrid her of any peaceful sleep. She rose up, wincing as she brushed her torn legs against his. He took his eyes off the path and looked down, his eyes searching for the wound.

"You are hurt," he said with a hint of panic.

"It is but a scrape- I am fine," she assured, gently relaxing her legs. He looked at her with hesitation and slowed the horse to a stop. He jumped off and helped her down, leading her to a nearby tree off the path.

He quickly gathered some things from his pack strapped to the back of the saddle and began nursing her injuries. She sat and watched him work quietly, occasionally wincing. She became amazed at his facial features- examining his focused eyes and laughing at how he bit his tongue in concentration. He looked up, surprised to hear her laugh.

"What?" he asked, smiling in confusion.

"Mmm... nothing," she chuckled. He stared at her for a minute, trying to determine what was so amusing, and, with no avail, returned to his work with a grin.

"There you are, milady," he remarked, admiring his handiwork. He looked up at her and opened his mouth, but hesitated to speak.

"How long have you been in the woods?" he finally asked softly. She lowered her head sadly, the memory of her ordeal now refreshed.

"Maybe three hours. I was separated from a friend and was captured by the orc. I was only taken for an hour I believe- I cannot remember clearly…" she replied. It seemed like she and Elrohir had departed years ago, not earlier that very day.

"Would you like for me to stay and help you look for your friend?" he offered.

"He will be fine," she replied, smiling at the thought of his groundhog antics. "I suppose I should be returning home."

"Can you find your way back?" he asked, worry riddled in his features.

"I will be fine," she assured him. "Namaarie ar' diola lle au'."

"Namaarie," he replied, grinning modestly. He helped her to her feet slowly. Something about him entranced her- it wasn't love or admiration, of that she was sure, but some emotion seemed to plague her. She walked away with a sad smile and began to return home. As she turned, she could still feel his gaze upon her.

"Tampa!" he called after her.

She turned toward him.

"You didn't give me your name," he said with a smile.

"Laureligh," she replied, her eyes twinkling. And with that she turned and left.

"Amin hiraetha,""I am sorry,"

"Diola lle... Legolas,""Thank you ... Legolas,"

"Asca!""Hurry!"

"Namaarie ar' diola lle au',""Farewell and thank you again,"

"Namaarie," "Farewell,"

"Tampa!" "Stop!"