Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to LOTR, all thoughts, ideas and story line belong to me as well as the charachters Endarine and Sulei'alueo. Basics behind storyline cerdited to the movie 'Lady Hawk'.
A/N: This story is co-written by Arienwen authour of 'Elven Journey'.
HAWK'S FLIGHT
Prologue
DESCRIPTION-Endarine is a Sea Elf who dwells in the Grey Havens. She was granted at birth special talents by the Valar, though she has yet to find much use of them, or know their full extent. Through the power of foresight, she has come to see that she will be needed in the quest of the ring, and sets out, heading to Rivendell for the Council of Elrond.
The wind flew through her hair as her mount, Sulei'alueo , rode the steep hills of the Imladrian valley. The long blonde tendrils whipped into her face as she rounded a tight corner. They had been carefully tied back, but after many hours on the dusty road from her home to Lord Elrond's realm, they had come undone and she hadn't bothered to retie them.
She heard a shout behind her and turned to see her two riding companions. They followed her at the same rapid pace. Their fair-hair glinted in the sunlight. They were smiling as they recognized the woods around them
They were getting close.
The canopy above her opened up slightly, and soon she and her riding company pounded onto a well-worn path. She saw the large archway that led into the main courtyard and she slowed Sulei'alueo. The noise must have been great, for she didn't hear the approaching hoofbeats coming the opposite way. Just as she was nearing the archway, another cluster of riders burst through the foliage, three more blonde elves on grey speckled white horses, clad in heavy tan riding cloaks.
The one in the lead must have looked up at the same time as she, for both riders hauled on their mounts reigns as hard as they could. Both horses slowed, their hooves digging furrows into the dirt path. They weren't slowing in time; the two leading riders were going to collide.
At last moment, both horses reared, throwing dust into the air. They spun in opposite directions, pirouetting on their hind legs, coming to complete stop mere inches from one another. Both mounts were breathing hard, covered in lather from their ride, their eyes wide in the sudden fear that the heavy tug on their straps had caused.
The dust began to settle. As the air cleared, Endarine looked through the dirt-specked air at the other being she'd nearly shared a collision with. He was turned round on his mount, making sure that his companions were well and checking his horse for injury. With those attended to, he turned back and looked at her with robins-egg blue eyes. They were full of concern, both for his companions and for those he'd nearly struck. He looked ready to talk, so Endarine kept her silence, letting him speak the first words.
"Lle quell, aminarwen are you well, my lady?" he questioned in elvish, worry showing on his pale features, as well as interest as he caught sight of her fair skin, light, ice-blue eyes, and long disheveled yet beautiful strands.
She smiled at his query. She replied " Very well, my lord. It was a very close call don't you think?"
His face went from one of worry to one of delight. They were fine. " Amin hiraetha I apologize."
" Worry not, sir. No harm was done. May I ask you name?"
He smiled, then slightly dipped his head in respect, " I am Legolas, my lady, son of Thranduil, king of………"
" Mirkwood." Endarine finished for him. " I have heard of you. Prince Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood, formerly Greenwood. We have met before."
He got a slightly confused look. " From where, my lady? For I believe I would had remembered you."
" At the Solstice celebrations of spring. Your father invited me. "
" I attended it, my lady, but I do not remember anyone of your resemblance being present."
Endarine grinned. " You are remembering that of last year, young Legolas. I am speaking of one from years long past."
" How many years, might I ask, my lady?"
" You were quite a bit shorter, young one. You mayhaps reached my knees."
His smile quickly faded, his jaw dropping and eyes widening in a look of surprise as his memory kicked in. " Lady Endarine!!! I remember you now, though barely. Is't been a long time since you've visited my woods."
" We at the Grey Havens have been busy. After all, we are the shipbuilders for those who journey to Valinor."
" What brings you to Rivendell then, my lady?"
" The Council of Elrond, young one. Foresight has many used. What, praise the Valar, has brought you to Lord Elrond's house?"
He gestured towards her. " The same. A messenger was sent to my father, and he sent me alongside the other envoys."
" All's well, then. Are your companions in good health?"
" Yes, my lady. Only a moment of fright."
" Then let us continue inside. It would do no good to be late to sup. The others have already arrived."
He gestured towards her once more, " After you, my lady." He pulled on his horse's reigns, as did his two companions. Their mounts backed up, giving Endarine and her emissaries room to maneuver inside.
Dipping her head in deference, Endarine kicked her steed's flanks and hurried the stallion inside, followed by the rest of the group. She halted the stallion at the foot of a set of steps. She swung off, throwing one leg over to land. She glanced back over at the inner side of the archway. Legolas had entered behind her two companions. He halted his own grey speckled stallion and swung down, looking about him in wonder. She wondered when he had last visited. Obviously more than her, as this was only her second time in the secluded realm. Standing at the top of the flight of stairs was Elrond. He smiled grimly at the assemblage that had just arrived. They took notice of him and made their way to the foot of the steps. All of the ambassadorial group placed a hand on their heart and bowed their heads.
" Creoso, mellonea welcome, friends." He said, spreading his arms and gesturing to them to step closer. Everyone slowly made their way to the top of the flight. " Lle raktie e'luume' You have arrived in time." he turned and strode into the open doorway into the top of the hall.
" Lemb'lle nat'ie. Amin tuarea tat nee a'sen leave your things. My servants will see to them."
Taking one last look back to see that WITW was there, Endarine followed demurely behind the great elven lord. He went into an alcovic hallway, long and full of tall, open windows. Stopping at a carved wooden door, he turned to face them once again. " The council is tomorrow. Until then, may these chambers serve you to whatever purpose you see fit. There will be a communal dinner tonight in the main hall. Many of the other guests will be there. You may also get a chance to see your possible journey companions. They are halflings, from a land known as the Shire. They have brought a great evil with them that must be destroyed."
One of the companions broke out of the group, claiming the room as his own. Elrond continued leading them down the hallway. Legolas and Endarine, being the last two, received two rooms side by side. They bid Elrond goodnight, then went into their adjoining chambers.
An hour or so later, when the sun was just beginning to touch the western horizon, Endarine, lounging on mallorn divan, heard a knock at her door. When answered, standing outside was one of Elrond's personal servants, carrying a thickly woven towel and a small wooden box.. he held the items up.
" Elronduilon, heru en'Imladris, now-lle ve'a'poik' de n'ala kaima ri'tul' a'i'undome matea Elrond, lord of Rivendell, thought you might like to clean before sleeping or attending the evening meal." Endarine nodded, grinning. Finally!!! To have all the travel grime finally washed away!!!! Although, if she journeyed long after this, being clean now would not make much of a difference. She opened the door wider and took the washing effects from the servant's hands. " Diolla lle sai'sie thank you very much." He nodded, and then gestured to the hallway. Endarine heard slight footsteps, and the slight swishing sound of water. Moments later, another servant came into her room bearing a large wooden basin filled with steaming water. He carried into the washroom and filled the large stone tub. He came back several times, until the tub was just over three quarters full. He bowed his head and left with the first elf, closing the door behind him.
Endarine quickly locked the door and stripped off the travel stained riding clothes she'd been dressed in. she folded them carefully and set them on a small table. They could be washed later. She took out her leather hair tie, releasing what hair had been left in the traveling horsetail. Her blonde hair streamed out behind her, wavy, reaching to just past her hips. She took out of her pack, which had been delivered a few minutes before the bathing things, a stiff brush. She ran it through the hair, taking out the remarkably few tangles that had been knotted in the hard ride. She picked up the towel and wooden box, which upon opening she discovered held a pale blue bar of soap. A quick sniff told her that it had been made with lavender and rose, two of her many favorite scents.
She walked into the bathing room, closing the door behind her. She also found beside the deep stone basin a set of candles. She lit one from the small fireplace that was in the washroom. Placing it on a ledge beside the tub, she slid into the still steaming hot water. Working meticulously, she scrubbed away every bit of dirt and dust from her skin and hair. When she was through, she pulled out the stopper, letting the now dirty water flow away. Wrapping the towel around her, she sat on a small cushioned divan by a mirror, again brushing through her hair. When she was dry, she went into the main room, dressed in a simple evening gown of a deep shade of blue, hemmed in silvery embroidering. Sitting in another chair by the main fireplace, she brushed through the still damp strands until they were dry.
About a quarter of an hour later, her hair was completely dry, and wavy with renewed cleanliness. Looking around the room, she spotted a small dresser, obviously for the sheltering of small keepsakes and other jewelry. Looking through it, she pulled out a simple headdress, crafted of silver and made to look like interweaving vines. She had one with her, but it was for more important celebrations, not the simple dinner she was attending. Hers would be far too ornate to wear to something so small.
Checking herself in the mirror above a chest of drawers, Endarine made her way to the door. Opening it wide, she stepped outside, closing the door behind her. She took a few steps towards the carved stone railing of the hall and, leaning on it slightly, gazed west, where the sky was a bright splash of deeply hued colours. The horizon was beautiful, it's assortment of colours dappled through the trunks and leaves of the trees.
A sound creaked behind her. She quickly stood and turned; only to see the young elf she had met earlier emerging from his quarters. From the looks of him, he had clearly washed as well; his hair still had a slight dampness to it. He was wearing a tunic and trousers. The pants were a deep shade of grey, nearly skintight but still somewhat loose enough to allow unhindered movement. The tunic was a pastel shade of silvery-blue, nearly matching the shade of his eyes. His eyes…very bright, yet still dulled with some inner torment or worry. Eyes that said much more than most. As he stepped toward her, he came out of the shadow, and the setting sun haloed his hair, putting an almost golden glow around his vivid eyes. He was quite serious and solemn for a young elf. And handsome, too, she thought. Endarine suddenly realized she'd been staring. She turned away quickly, flustered somewhat.
Legolas, meanwhile, chose not to notice and said nothing, but continued walking forward and joined her at the paling. He stared westward for a few moments. He closed his eyes and, she noticed, seemed to let go. She heard him breath deeply, then his eyes opened once more. He turned to her and smiled. " Aa'amin kanuva lle a' i'marde, amin arwen may I lead you to the hall, my lady?" he asked, offering her his arm.
She laughed lightly, but took the presented arm. " Kanuva i'men, tura edhel lead the way, master Elf." Then, in the common Westron, added, " You have visited her more than I. The last time I was here, this passage was a stand of ash and birch!!" They both chuckled and continued on. They kept up a friendly chat. It was Legolas that spoke first.
" Yes, I do have relations here, and we pay visits every once in a while. The last time I was here, a distant cousin of my mother was wed, but that was nearly two centuries ago."
" You must have loved it here." Endarine commented. " I have been here but once, and it was for times equally troubled as the present."
" Yes?" he inquired.
" It was in the Second Age, near it's end, when the Last Alliance was camped and trained here."
" Ah. I know of that, Lady Endarine, but I was not yet born when those times were about."
" Yes, I know. Your father was young then, and your grandsire, Lord Orophur, was the ruler of what then was known as Greenwood."
" I have never met him. He died in the last battle, did he not?"
" Aye, indeed. And your father took the sovereignty."
They would have elaborated their conversation, but at that moment a little creature bounded into view from within another hallway.
" Oi!!!! It's suppertime Frodo!!! Hurry along!!!! We're going to be late!!!" the three and a half foot one in front said . He had bright, straw-coloured curls, bright green and yellow clothing, and hairy feet. As he continued running pell-mell towards the dining hall, three other halflings ran past, two of them were skinny, at least when compared to the little round one who followed at the end of the line. He was huffing and looked ready to fall down. He slowed as the other two sped ahead. " Hey!!! Mr. Frodo, you've just barely gotten well!! What's all this running going to do for you?" he slowed down a bit more. " And how am I going to be able to help you if I can't keep up?"
Far down the hall, the darker-haired halfling, obviously Frodo slowed his pace, laughing and turning round to gaze at his friend. " It's alright, Sam, come on!!! Do you want Merry and Pippin to eat all the food before we get there?" at this question, Sam's eyes went wide. He began running again, this time with more determination.
" I'll be dead before I let them get all the fare!!!!" he gasped. He caught up with and passed the dark-haired halfling, disappearing into a large, curving hatchway. Frodo laughed, then he too ran again to catch his friend.
Endarine gave a short, polite giggle as she and Legolas again began to stroll down the hallway. " I never knew halflings were so ravenous!"
Legolas, too, let out a small chuckle. " I did. Gandalf used to visit me, when I was younger. He told tales of his adventures and of those he met along the way. Hobbits were one of them."
" Hobbits?"
" That is what they call themselves. When they were first found by the Dunedain, they were given the name " halfling" because they were more or less about half the height of a seven-foot tall Numenorian man."
" Ah. A logical judgment."
" Agreed. Gandalf said that they have many indulging pastimes. They love giving and receiving gifts, at least one every few days, and drinking ale and smoking tobacco leaf, though I hope they don't tonight. I really don't care for smoking."
" Neither do I." Endarine answered. " What else has he told you of.….. Hobbits?" she queationed, rolling the strange new word over her tongue.
" They also adore eating. From the descriptions he gave, those four Hobbits will most likely eat enough to feed near a dozen, moreso with the one who's been ill. He'd probably not eaten much in the past few days. "
Endarine laughed. " Well then, Master Elf, we will just have to make sure we get our share before it is in their bellies." He nodded, and they continued on their way until they reached the doorway to the dining hall. Their conversation dropped abruptly as they entered. It was a sight of the likes Endarine or Legolas had ever seen.
Seated around the huge elongated carved table were the representatives of almost every race in Middle Earth. They had segregated themselves, to be sure, but still. To see elves, Men, dwarves and hobbits all at the same table was bizarre. You could tell by where some of them were seated what they preferred. The hobbits had seated themselves near the sweet deserts, pies and sweetbreads and cakes, while the dwarves had plunked down near the big platters of meat and the jugs of mead and ale. The Men were spaced out, staying with their respective groups, as were the elves, seated quietly around, chatting with one another.
Legolas led her towards the table, in the direction of single unused d chair between Glorfindel and another elf. Endarine noticed, and for a moment she was overcome by a great feeling of trepidation. She wasn't sure why, but she paused, halting Legolas in his leading of her. He turned to look at her, a confused look settling in his bright blue-within-blue eyes. " Lady Endarine?"
" Why don't we set ourselves over there?" she answered, pointing towards two vacant chairs across the table from each other. They were a few spaces away from the hobbits and Gandalf, who had also come in and seated himself, and another Man, by his looks seeming to be a northern ranger.
" If you wish, My Lady." He said, and turned to lead her in the second direction.
" Oh, Legolas, don't call me ' my lady'. It seems such a proper and old description for someone like me."
They had reached the table. Legolas detached himself and scooted the chair out from under the rim of the table. He offered it to her. She sat. " Diola lle ( thank you)."
" You are welcome, My La……," he caught himself, " ……Endarine." His pale face reddened slightly in embarrassment. She smiled at him, but he had turned away from her. He strode around the table to the place opposite hers. He sat down, still avoiding looking at her. Instead he took the plate that had been placed in his spot on the table and began to fill it with the still steaming foods from their platters. He took a thick stew, from the aroma it was made with venison, wild vegetables and herbs. He added a small ladelfull to his salver, then sat the dish down.
" If you would, my good sir, pass the stew vessel this way?" Endarine asked, gesturing to that whish he had just sat down.
He finally looked up at her. " Oh.. O…Of course…… Endarine." He stammered, reaching for the large bowl and passing to her. She smiled in thanks and ladeled a small amount onto her plate as well. After setting the bowl down, which almost instantly was seized by the smallest hobbit, she reached for a plate of fruit, where she selected a delectable looking bright green apple.
" Pippin!!! That was bad-mannered!!!!" said Sam, the fat little Hobbit across from the first one. " You snatched that from the lady elf!!!"
The little Hobbit, Pippin, looked to whome he taken the dish from, and his eyes grew wide in surprise.
" Oh!!!" Oh I'm so sorry, Milady!!!! Did you want some of the venison stew???"
" No thank you, master Hobbit, I've already segmented my share." She smiled at him, and he, after his initial shock, gave a squeaky grin back before once again delving into the potage.
Gandalf, across the table from him, gave out a soft husky laugh, as did the Dunedain beside the little Hobbit. Endarine grinned, as did Legolas, who leaned closer towards the Hobbit.
" I think I should warn you little master," at this Pippin looked up from his plate, his mouth now stuffed with the meaty stew. " She dislikes being called ' My Lady' or any others such. She likes to be known by her name, Endarine, rather than her nobility titles."
Pippin swallowed his mouthful and turned a huge grin in her direction, " Well then!!!! We should aquaint ourselves a little better, I think!!!! Milady Endarine, I am Peregrin Took of Hobbiton, in the Shire, Pippin for short. My mates here are Frodo Baggins," a this, Frodo smield and nodded his head," Meriadoc Brandybuck, Merry for short," Merry, too, smiled," and this here is Samwise Gamgee, whome we all call Sam." Sam smiled as well, his hand coming up and waving enthusiastically. He added his own little comment.
" Very nice to meet you, lady Endarine!!!!!"
The Dunedain leaned in, whispering into Endarines ear, " He has a great fascination with elves, Endarine. After little Frodo there got well, it was all we could do to keep him from tearing all the way to Mirkwood and back, looking at the elves coming in for the council tomorrow."
Endarine laughed. " Better a fascination that malice."
"Aye. By the way, I never introduced myself, I am Aragorn, also known as Strider. I am a ranger of the north, and friend of Gandalf the Grey." He held out his hand, palm up. She placed her hand in his, he reached up and kissed it.
" I am delighted to meet you, Aragorn."
They both returned to their dinners. Soon, a server carrying a frosted pewter pitcher walked by.
" Would you like some wine, My Lords and Lady? Lord Elrond insisted upon having some of the best from decades ago brought out for his guests' enjoyment."
She smiled and held up her goblet, " I would be pleased to have some of the best drink Imladris has to offer." Her cup was filled, as were Legolas', Gandalf's and Aragorn's. the Hobbits all declined and instead topped up their pint glasses again with the ale from the pitchers already on the table. They had finished all the food on their plates and were beginning to load them up again, Gandalf scolding them for being gluttonous.
Endarine chuckled as they dove into their seconds, and in Sam's case, his thirds. She glanced across the table to see Legolas guffawing as well. She was surprised at how relaxed and easy his features appeared when he was happy, without whatever it had been earlier weighing his mind. His eyes creased at the corners as his mouth curved up in laughter, and he seemed to grow younger, if that were possible for an immortal being. He glanced in her direction, and this time neither looked away in discomfiture. Their blue eyes met.. So much seemed to be said by simply looking at him. He thought the same of her.
From down the table Aragorn silently watched the elves exchange looks. oh, yes indeed they were falling for one another. There was no way anyone in this world or the next could deny it. The way they looked at each other was telling enough, but the emotions playing across both their features was unmistakable. It was the same feelings he felt whenever he spent time with Arwen.
He took the moment to nudge at Gandalf's hand across the table. Gandalf looked up from his arguments with Pippin and Merry, who merely shrugged and continued eating. Aragorn nodded his head slightly in the pairs' direction, also pointing with his eyes. Gandalf nodded his head over slightly, stretching his own eyes as far as they would go. He caught sight of the altercation, then he too grinned. He began to chuckle as only he could, too loudly. Aragorn gave him a slight kick under the table. The kick, however, jarred the table, and the silver twanged against his goblet. The metallic sound tore the two elves from their locked gazes. They shot looks down the table. Aragorn was profusely becoming interested in his empty plate, and Gandalf was still tittering. The Hobbits, of course, were completely oblivious to the entire occurrence.
The realization of what they had been doing caused both of them to blush deep crimson. They looked away for a moment, then came back once again to looking at the other. Looking down, Endarine noticed that Legolas' hand had reached across the table and settled on top of hers. She rather enjoyed it. He noticed as well, after seeing her look down, and quickly pulled his hand away. She felt a moment of disappointment as he did so.
Soon after, the dinner began to break up. The Hobbits groaned as they lifted themselves from their chairs, which creaked loudly as each got off. They all tottered towards the door, whether from fullness, drunkenness or fatigue, none really knew.
Gandalf and Aragorn remained seated, as did many if the elves and Men along the table. Endarine felt the fatigue of her weeks-long journey from her home catch up with her. She got up to excuse herself. Legolas noticed this, and jumped from his chair, walking as fast as he could without running around the end of the table, hearing snickers from Aragorn and Gandalf's direction as he passed them by. He caught up with Endarine at the doorway, who turned around with a pleased look on her face. She answered his question before he'd even had the time to ask it.
" Yes, Legolas, I would love an escort to my room." She said, and held up her arm.
He smiled, and let her take his arm. He lead her silently down the hall. At the one junction, where they had first encountered the four Hobbits, they found Merry and Pippin bending over something in the hall. They overshadowed whatever it was. Legolas let go of her arm and strode towards them. " May I be of some help, little masters?"
At his question they backed out of the way, and the light of a nearby torch lit the form on the ground. It was Samwise, still fully clothed, slumped on the floor in sleep.
" We can't get him up!!!" a sleep and intoxicate-sounding Pippin wailed.
Legolas chuckled and bent forward, picking up the limp body. " Oof!! You friend here is heavy!! What does he eat?"
Merry grinned his haphazard smile, " At a meal like that, anything he can get his hands on, including the ale."
" Mayhaps he should refrain from consuming so much. Where is his room?"
The other two halflings staggeringly led him to a set of rooms that they were sharing. Endarine followed close behind. Inside the room were four beds, one already occupied by a snoring Frodo. The other three were all in disarray, with little sets of steps sat on the side so the Hobbits could get themselves in the beds. Merry led Legolas over to one, and the elf carried Sam over to it, laying him gently in bed, removing his heavy outer clothing, leaving a thin tunic and trousers. Covering him with the thick blankets, Legolas made sure the other Hobbits were carefully abed before extinguishing the candle and turning to leave.
By the light of the flames in the fireplace he could see Endarine leaning on the edge of the door, and his breath caught in his throat. By the waving orange light, her hair shone like a winded lake in moonlight. Her eyes, deepened to a fathomless black in the darkness, shined with what seemed a thousand fiery jewels. He also seemed to notice now, which he hadn't seemed to with her sitting at the table, her lithe yet well-built form, beautiful in the graceful garment she wore now. Lucky for him, by his face being away from the fire, she could see nought but shadows for his face, and therefore not see the look of longing that had burst into his eyes.
He shook his head, trying to rid himself of his thoughts, but they would not cease. Instead, he walked out of the room, closing the heavy wooden door and once again taking up her arm. Leading to their hallway once again, he stopped in front of her set of rooms.
" I thank you for the pleasant eve, Legolas."
He found himself speechless. This was the first time he had ever felt……what was the human term? Ah, butterflies, butterflies in his stomach. He tried to speak, but no words came to him.
Endarine, too felt the same way. She had just used common courtesy to thank him, but now her mind became as smooth as a millpond with no wind.
They both ended up looking at the other, blue eyes delving into blue eyes. Then, something burst into Legolas' mind. He couldn't believe he had thought of it. What would Endarine think!! But his body seemed to move against his will. He leaned in closer, Endarine having to look up to keep their eye contact. He leaned in even nearer, his breath now audible in Endarine's ear, her breathing heard in his. Half closing her eyes, she closed the distance between them. Their lips met, each one's head tilting, melting into the other. Unbeknownst to himself, Legolas's arms reached up and cupped her back and shoulders, as her hands came up to embrace the back of his neck, fingers running through his long blonde hair. They gave themselves to the moment.
A sudden sharp, chill wind pulled both from the kiss, their foreheads touching. They gazed into each others eyes once more, their breath hanging in a silvery cloud around them. Endarine's hand came to rest upon his cheek, his hand immediately came up and covered it. He pulled it away, holding her hand with his. He brought it to his lips, kissed it, then let it go.
" I must bid you good night, Endarine." She nodded in agreement.
" And I to you, Legolas. I shall see you on the morrow." She backed up, turning around and entering her rooms. Before closing the door, she looked out to see him still looking at her. " Quel undome, Legolas."
" Quel undome, Endarine." And he turned, striding to his door, entering his chambers with one swift movement.
Endarine closed her door and turned. Walking to her bed, she smiled in remembrance. She remembered the feel of his kiss, of his hands on her shoulders, the silkiness of his hair running effortlessly through her fingers. She remembered his scent. Like morning dew, the forest on a clear night. She hugged herself, grinning. A slight breeze blew in the window from near the bathing room, and her nose was assaulted by the smell of cinnamon. The candles!!! She'd left them burning in the little stone nitch by the tub. She blew all but one out, carrying it to her bedside table. The fire was burning down, but was banked well enough to keep the coals live until the morning. Changing quickly into a white nightrobe, Endarine tucked herself underneath her blankets and, blowing out the final candle, fell into a deep, dreamy sleep.
Outside in the hallway, Aragorn was grinning to himself. He had followed the two out of the dining hall, avoided being seen when they'd stopped to help the fat Hobbit, then tailed them here. He had peeked around the corner. He knew it was rude beyond all imagining, but he couldn't help having a little bit of blackmail for his best friend. Legolas already had plenty on him.
Ha hadn't known how quickly their feelings would bubble over. He had almost cried out in surprise when they had suddenly embraced. Only a great degree of self control had halted him from doing so. A brisk wind blew, chilling him to the bone, but he didn't move. Looking back around the corner, he saw the two of them move apart, the light upon Legolas face as Endarine opened her door. Then Legolas turned and entered his own room. When he heard the clunk of the door as it shut, Aragorn turned and ran as quietly as he could back to his own room, silently cheering
A/N: I hope you enjoyed, it should be a while though for the next chapter and the begining to the story. TTFN.
