The Passing

a morning chat

It is not only the poor who hunger. There is a hunger that all the treasures of the world cannot satisfy, and yet this hunger is for them. There is a thirst that all the streams of overabundance cannot quench, and yet this thirst is for them. I know very well that there is an anxiety, a secret, private anxiety, about losing.

Soren Kierkegaard

Kohana awoke to the scent of her mother in her dream.

If she could have picked a scent to live by, it would have been her mothers. Although Kohana had not been close to the woman, she could remember being held as a child and breathing in the scent of various perfumes mixed together.

Kohana's mother had held her on bony hips while she reading the paper or mixed a drink. Kohana had always wondered why it hurt to hug her.

It was a mix of bones stretched with skin.

Legolas sighed under his breath as he walked toward the willow tree. He would usually have one of his men arouse the sleeping she-witch, but as she was his charge- he would do the honors.

Legolas would never admit to himself that he was curious.

His ears sensed movement and he knew she was awake.

Great.

Kohana's thoughts were interrupted by movement in the branches that fell around her. The arrogant blonde elf entered through the curtains of the willow tree and looked upon her reclining form. His eyes pierced her behavior as their eyes met. She had never been around such intense elf in her life. Even Glorfindel had not been his severe.

Plus- he was really striking.

His blonde hair lay down his back, except for the braids that crowned his head. His face reminded her of a GQ model, but with almost glowing skin. His green tunic outlined a lithe form that encompassed beauty of its own.

For a being that was suppose to be beautiful and peaceful, as elves are suppose to be, he was failing on the lader.

Kohana gathered her belongings and stood to her feet. She was sick of being treated as an animal that could be commanded by gestures and one word commands alone.

'But these elves believe I am an animal.' She sighed.

The blonde elf turned to walk out of the willow canopy. Kohana decided to be bold.She had an agreement to stay silent- but she could break it just this once. So what if she was making a little trouble for herself?

"Elf!" she commanded.

Legolas turned around with shock and anger. She had the nerve to address him as an ELF! He gazed at her as she walked closer to him.

"May I at least know my capture's name?" She looked up to his face challengingly.

Legolas was very offended, to say the least.

The Prince quickly grabbed her shoulders and pressed her against the truck of the willow tree. His eyes bore into her own for what seemed ages.

It hurt Kohana to see how this elf's face seemed to distort into disgust at her.

"You will speak when spoken to!"

Legolas let go of Kohana as if the girl's skin was made of poison. He had seen the fear in her eyes and it confused him. How could compassion flood to his heart at her distress?

'She is a witch, you fool! She is casting a spell!'

Legolas quickly left the willow canopy in a huff.

Two warriors entered a second later and escorted Kohana to her horse.

The days seemed to mesh together as the elven party traveled deeper into the High Pass of the Hithaeglir Mountains.

Short chapter . . .

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