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Legolas returned to the pavilion given to the Fellowship after the third night with her, still in a daze. Aragorn was sitting a little off by himself by a tree, whittling something; the hobbits slept still, and Gimli and Boromir were deep in conversation. Legolas did not wish to talk with the dwarf and Boromir, so he went and sat by Aragorn, who glanced at his face, and saw the dazed look in his eyes.
"You look like you have seen a ghost, Legolas." Said Aragorn.
"Not a ghost, but an angel." Legolas replied. He related his encounters with Temariel to Aragorn, going back often to talk about her beauty.
Aragorn smiled slightly. He's as lovestruck as when I first saw Arwen, he thought to himself. "Does this angel have a name?"
"I will never forget it." he said, lying back on the grass and looking at what sky could be seen through the branches of the trees. "Temariel."
Aragorn frowned slightly. "Does that not mean shadow?"
"Well, her shadow is beautiful, just like the rest of her." Legolas said.
Aragorn's frown deepened. "Legolas," he asked carefully. "How many times have you come to Lothlorien?"
"Oh, many times. I was here a few years ago, actually."
"And have you ever seen this Temariel before?"
Legolas sat up and looked at Aragorn, distrust showing in his eyes. "You think I did not see her!" he said.
"No, it's just that I would not trust one you have only seen by moonlight, especially considering the person you accompany!" said Aragorn, gesturing to the sleeping Frodo.
"I will trust who I will, Ranger." Legolas said. "You are not my keeper."
Aragorn felt a twinge of hurt at his friend's words, but ignored it. "You are my friend, Legolas. I would not see you hurt."
Legolas stood, anger and indignation on his face. "Why would she hurt me? She loves me. I thought you, of all people, would understand. Apparently I was mistaken." He stalked down to the pavilion, and struck up a conversation, his emotions firmly masked behind a calm facade
He is not himself, thought Aragorn, watching the elven Prince with concern. This elven girl, Temariel, she is not what she seems. He will go to her again tonight, I know it. I will follow him, for I fear that this girl is dangerous.
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Legolas returned to the pavilion given to the Fellowship after the third night with her, still in a daze. Aragorn was sitting a little off by himself by a tree, whittling something; the hobbits slept still, and Gimli and Boromir were deep in conversation. Legolas did not wish to talk with the dwarf and Boromir, so he went and sat by Aragorn, who glanced at his face, and saw the dazed look in his eyes.
"You look like you have seen a ghost, Legolas." Said Aragorn.
"Not a ghost, but an angel." Legolas replied. He related his encounters with Temariel to Aragorn, going back often to talk about her beauty.
Aragorn smiled slightly. He's as lovestruck as when I first saw Arwen, he thought to himself. "Does this angel have a name?"
"I will never forget it." he said, lying back on the grass and looking at what sky could be seen through the branches of the trees. "Temariel."
Aragorn frowned slightly. "Does that not mean shadow?"
"Well, her shadow is beautiful, just like the rest of her." Legolas said.
Aragorn's frown deepened. "Legolas," he asked carefully. "How many times have you come to Lothlorien?"
"Oh, many times. I was here a few years ago, actually."
"And have you ever seen this Temariel before?"
Legolas sat up and looked at Aragorn, distrust showing in his eyes. "You think I did not see her!" he said.
"No, it's just that I would not trust one you have only seen by moonlight, especially considering the person you accompany!" said Aragorn, gesturing to the sleeping Frodo.
"I will trust who I will, Ranger." Legolas said. "You are not my keeper."
Aragorn felt a twinge of hurt at his friend's words, but ignored it. "You are my friend, Legolas. I would not see you hurt."
Legolas stood, anger and indignation on his face. "Why would she hurt me? She loves me. I thought you, of all people, would understand. Apparently I was mistaken." He stalked down to the pavilion, and struck up a conversation, his emotions firmly masked behind a calm facade
He is not himself, thought Aragorn, watching the elven Prince with concern. This elven girl, Temariel, she is not what she seems. He will go to her again tonight, I know it. I will follow him, for I fear that this girl is dangerous.
Fun ain't it? The next chapter is FUN, But I'm not telling why. Give me more reviews, and I give you the next chapter.