Melannen pulled away slowly, half in shock and half in the fear that Maggie would see them. "Legolas . . . . don't." her heart was pounding so loud that she feared he could hear it. "Don't do something you'll regret."
"Believe me, I've done enough of that to last many centuries." he paused and propped himself up on his elbow, "And I regret nothing more than what I've done to you."
Melannen sat down with her back resting on the sofa and drew her knees up to her chest. She sighed, "Legolas, I need to wrap your arm . . . I'll be right back." she got up and left the room.
She walked hurriedly to the bathroom and shut the door. Melannen hung her head over the sink, she felt sick. After composing herself, the elf looked through the medicine cabinet for anything she might use. She found a few antiseptics and a wrap that might be helpful, but not much else. When she went back out into the den, Legolas was sitting up flipping through the magazines on the coffee table.
He looked up when she reentered and smiled. When it came right down to it, Melannen knew that the years had changed the Prince very little, despite what it seemed. She sat down beside him and carefully unbuttoned his shirt. The wet, blood-stained garment had seen better days, as had its owner. Underneath he was bruised and battered so badly that Melannen wondered how he was still alive, much less conscious.
After nearly thirty minutes, Legolas' midriff was completely bandaged, his arm was in a sling, and there was a giant band-aid on his forehead. The Prince looked like something out of a horror movie. He looked down at himself and laughed.
"Were you intending for me to look like this?"
Melannen glared at him, "Maybe." she grabbed his shirt and went to put it in the laundry room, Or, she thought to herself, In the garbage.
Suddenly Maggie reappeared, "Rachael?" Legolas cocked an eyebrow. "It's nearly one already, I was just wondering where," she motioned to Legolas, "He is going to sleep."
Melannen had been trying to avoid that very question, though now it looked like she had no choice but to answer. She knew the answer, of course, but the last thing she wanted to do was to state the obvious. "Since there is only one guest bedroom, I guess, he can sleep with me." she winced at the way she had said it, and knew that Legolas was getting silent joy out of her humiliation and would, without a doubt, mention it later. She glanced at Legolas and he nodded before getting up and hobbling down the hall. She poured herself another cup of hot coffee and followed him a few minutes later.
The room was dark and Melanen could hardly see Legolas in the dimness. She changed into a t-shirt and gym shorts before climbing in beside him. The elf lay rigid for what seemed like eternity, afraid that if she moved in any way, Legolas would wake up (that was, if he was asleep) and say something. Though, as she quickly found out, staying silent was the last thing she wanted to do.
"Why are you so tense?" he whispered.
She wanted to slap him, "I'm not."
"Yes you are."
"I am not!" she whispered furiously.
"You are."
"How many times do I have to tell you! I am not tense!" she rolled over to face him.
He leaned in close until he was only a couple of inches away, "Why are we whispering?"
"Fine! I won't whisper!" she yelled.
There was a timid voice at the door, "Rachael, are you alright? I thought I heard someone yelling."
Melannen was, for the first time, glad of the pitch blackness, because had Legolas seen her, he would have seen that her face was the color of a ripe tomato. "Everything's alright." she said.
"Are you sure?" Maggie asked.
"I'm sure."
Legolas tried to stifle his laughter. "Nice."
"Shut up."
"Fine, don't get so angry."
"I'm not angry!"
Legolas smiled, "Whatever."
Neither of them fell asleep, but there was no more conversation for a few minutes. Legolas finally broke the silence. "Do you ever wonder why fluid motions always create tension?"
"Legolas! Be quiet, I was asleep!" Melannen lied.
"No you weren't."
"Why do you ask anyway?"
"I don't know. I was just curious."
"Curiosity killed the elf." she said.
"And the cat, the proverb is about a cat."
"Do I look like I care?"
"I can't see you."
She rolled over so her back was to him, "Good night."
When Melannen awoke she recalled a strange dream about Legolas and a cat. So unusual. she wondered. She yawned and closed her eyes before burrowing back down underneath the covers. She smiled and ran her hand over her face when she felt something tickling it. Whatever it was did not go away. She lazily opened her eyes. Melannen jumped back in surprise, Legolas was laying beside her, his warm breath brushing her face ever so gently.
"Good morning, Melannen."
Hello! Another chapter. Those were some very very very strange arguments they had. But I felt like I had to put them in. I don't know why. Im so happy, I FINALLY got my ears pierced! yay! aside from that . . . . not much else. I'm looking forward to the 8th grade graduation, though! well. please review!
