Chapter 7 Sleepovers

Legolas and Aragorn where the first to rise and leave, they headed in the same path, for the same person. Yet Aragorn stopped, and turned to face another direction, and left Legolas. Legolas continued on his way, this girl, this thing, was powerful this is the only reason he wanted to see her. Yes that was it. He came to her room, she was not there, and there were no signs of her. He turned to leave, and saw a hand-maiden of Galadriel approach, carrying food. He to turned ask her where lady Dawn was, but she spoke first.

"My lord Legolas, does not Lady Dawn match the beauty of Galadriel herself? She was just bathed, is her dress just not the most enchanting?"

"I do not know what you speak of, for Lady Dawn, is no longer here, I have not seen her in the beauty such as you describe her."

"My prince, she must be there, she was to wait for food, are you sure? Could she have been hurt?"

Legolas felt panic, this was unusual for an elf, they were known for being to keep their composure. Lady Dawn, what if she indeed was hurt? No the evil might have come and stolen her, after all he could not lose her, no the Fellowship couldn't loose her. He ran down the path, only to meet Aragorn, holding some flowers.

"There is no time for flowers, for Lady Dawn is missing!"

"You speak the truth?"

"As always"

Aragorn ran after Legolas, watching him clumsily dodge trees, and almost falling. He had lost some of his stealth, they alerted others among their way. Legolas kept repeating she may be hurt, or stolen. At first Aragorn took this seriously, but never before had he seen Legolas so worried. Aragon now thought there was no possible way she could have been harmed in the trees of Lórien. He spoke to Legolas and they split up, Aragon, still intended to look for her, but could not help but chuckle at Legolas curious manners.

Legolas ran till he came to a pond, there sat a young maiden, in a white dress, lazily drawing her hand in the water. Legolas eyed her, she smelled beautiful, and yet this maiden called to him, she was most beautiful creature ever to walk this land. She turned her head, on hearing him step on a twig, it was her…

Legolas looked into those celestial blue eyes. She stood up and her brow furrowed she turned from him.

"I only wanted to do what the rest of you have been doing, this whole time, I am no child, I can take care of myself." she snapped biting her lip, and swung back around towards the pond, her light brown hair capturing the sunlight.

He hesitated for seconds and then walked towards her, her eyes met his. He was filled with the aroma of sweet vanilla, the dress was made for an angel, and an angel wore it. She was tall, but not too tall, and slender, her body was curved, and her skin looked soft, her lips were perfectly shaped, only to touch those lips, her dainty feet could be seen, her fragile smile, she was perfect. She turned away from him, and stared into the water. Her arms folded across her chest, and she sighed deeply.

"I guess you want to escort me back now, lord Legolas?"

She was irritated, this hurt him, but he was so entranced with her beauty that he did not care. He walked closer, until only a few inches away, and he could see every curve of her body, the way her bits of hair fell in just the right places, he was drawn to her. He wanted to touch her, any part of her, he would given his life, there just to touch her to be with her. Her back was turned to him, he was 3,000 years old, and he had never felt anything like this emotion, to anyone.

"What the hell?" Dawn thought, is this guy trying to kill me, why is he so close? Okay well maybe he'll take the hint and back off. She waited okay no, I can feel his breath, pyscho, oh god um well just walk away and then face him, okay on the count of three, one, two, three.

She took five steps and turned to face him, his eyes were locked with hers, he looked kind and gentle, understanding, and he looked at her with such desire, such sadness that she had walked away from him. She let arms fall down and she looked at him for a moment, he was gorgeous. He then adjusted himself.

"Lady Dawn (talk about a way to ruin the moment calling her Lady), why didn't you answer our calls?"

"Lord Legolas, I didn't hear them."

Silence

"Lady I must ask you come with me for your own protection, and let me escort you Lady Galadriel, who wishes to see you."

"Whatever…" Dawn resigned, at least it was Galadriel that had been looking for her.

He put his arm out, and liked she had seen in so many movies. She scoffed she wasn't a girly girl, okay she was, but still she folded her arms and marched out in front of him then stopping realizing she had no idea where she was going, he came up strolling behind her and smirked as he led the way.

She was back at the circle of white trees or Cerin as the she heard everyone else call it. There she was the rest of the company, all but Galadriel stood, at her presence, Legolas, pulled a chair out, and then reluctantly moved to his seat, two seats to her left. Dawn looked at Aragorn who sat on her right, then at Pippin, who sat at her left, with many cushions to so he could reach the table. Aragorn eyed her with such a fatherly look of pride, she almost cried.

"You look most beautiful, Lady Dawn. I have a question to ask of you, it appears strange, but you I look at you as a daughter of my own. I ask your permission to call you such."

"Yup, sure go ahead." She said with a grin

He smiled at her, and kissed the top of her head, and began to eat. Dawn was surprised and began to talk with Pippin who spoke of the shire, and its beauty, of all the folk that lived there. He was quite a comedian too, his jokes were simple yet funny, and often across the table Sam and Frodo would comment on his jokes. Afterwards it was promised they would sing her a song from the shire. Her laughter was constant, and her smiles lightened the mood of all who saw it. They sat a great deal of time after listening to Frodo's tales of Bilbo Baggins, adventure, and they often listened intently to the great amusement of Dawn, at her stories as well. It was after Dawn had finished the story of the singing demon, and him trying to make her his bride; that left them in vociferous laughter. Did then Galadriel speak, in more of a formal tone, than Dawn had her even heard her speak

"Lady Dawn Summers of Sunnydale, I bid you a fond farewell, and may your journey be a safe one."

With that she raised her glass, and so did Dawn, the other did as well in some of what of a shock, she guessed they hadn't exactly known about her departure. They left dinner, she watched as Aragorn offered her his arm, and she graciously took it, she trusted him, and first of all this was like her new daddy, and she wanted to know as much as she could about him. Watching the hobbits talk with great excitement, all at once. Hopping around them talking quickly. Aragorn laughed, and Dawn couldn't help but want to hug those four hobbits. She had made arrangements so that, the four hobbits would sleep with her tonight, like a giant sleepover she thought, and with that she giggled.

It was fun night, the hobbits knew endless songs, and kept her in laughing fits with not only their songs, and jokes, but there peculiar behavior. She watched as eventually Pippin was the first to drift off to sleep with his head in her lap, then Frodo, which she wrapped her arm around him, Sam and Merry were still telling stories and would have continued to do so, until she kissed them on there heads, and they cuddled up to her too. She watched them all, she was stuck though, trying to fall asleep sitting up with four little innocent hobbits on her. She smiled at them, these hobbits, were just like overgrown teddy bears. You just wanted to hug and squeeze them till their cotton burst open, incidentally Dawn had done so at age 5 to Mr. Wiggles her teddy bear. She too fell asleep at last.

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Legolas watched as the four hobbits and Aragorn all walked with Lady Dawn back to her tree, he still felt too embarrassed about the previous happenings, to come along with them. Boromir, however watched her in reverie, his eyes locked on her, Legolas knew that look, he fancied her.

The next morning all the eight of the companions were rushed off to be bathed and given fresh clothes. Dawn looked at her hair it still held firm, she still smelled of sweet vanilla, and her dress, not a wrinkle in sight. She watched as the same three elf chics whisked her off another bath. This time they left her alone, she slipped out of her dress, and back into the hot pond as she called it. It was a shame to leave this place tomorrow, but Frodo and the others assured her Rivendell had a beauty all its own. She toweled herself, and this time watched her hair stay sorta crimped and sorta straight, they pulled it back into a half-pony tail braiding it twisting it along the way. She now wore a blue dress that matched the color of her eyes. She soon told them she wanted to explore and she did all day, explore the great beauty of Lórien.

Haldir, saw her walking and came to walk by her side. He feared this girl but still he felt strangely attracted to her. He told her about all forest, about everything that he could think of. She listened and she respected everything he said, he liked this girl. But soon he was called off, by another guard to help assist in capturing some foreigners, and he left her. Dawn continued along her path, Haldir had told her a lot about Aragorn, and the forests, himself, just about everything. She had remembered how Pippin had said elves talk strangely, in her opinion all these people uh things talked funny. But Haldir talked about the way trees blew in the wind, and well he was really poetic. She stopped to gaze up at the sun through the leaves. She was to entranced with it, she suddenly hit something with great force.

"Whoops, pardon me,"

"Its all right lassie."

Dawn turned to see, Gimli, she smiled down at him, his axe was raised, and he too commented on how beautiful she looked.

"Thank-you, Gimli son of…G"

"No need to call me that lassie, just Gimli will do." Dawn sighed in relief she couldn't exactly remember his dad's name anyway, he smirked at her and she smiled back.

"Gimli, thank-you, I was just admiring your axe. Its is quite beautiful my sister, has one just like it."

"Really? No joking? You know of axes? Weaponry? GO on lassie."

Dawn then walked with Gimli, telling him of all the demons she had seen and helped fight, well more less seen, all the weapons they use. She would describe them, and he would immediately identify them, however the stake, guns, and other weapons yet to be invented he called them "fools tools." She enjoyed Gimli's company, she had no idea what he talked about when he went into details about axes, but she would just politely nod her head and laugh at the brief intervals when his eyes twinkled signaling a joke. He was going into detail about another axe, when they met Boromir.

"Ello, Boromir, I'm just out on walk with Lady Dawn, talking about weaponry mostly."

"Gimli, if I told you a thousand times, its just Dawn, that's all."

She smiled a Boromir, he bowed.

"Lady Dawn, your smile could entrance any man, would you mind if I joined you?"

"No, I'm sure you could tell me what Gimli is ranting about." They both laughed as Gimli still went into detail about another axe.

Boromir talked of swords, and of weaponry, and of Gondor, where he came from, then about the ring. Dawn walked quietly until Gimli began to rant again, during which Dawn stopped and whispered to him

"That ring was not created for you to use, it only wants be used by one person."

He stopped a little shocked and then shook his head and began to talk again,

"No my lady. I think you misunderstand the ring is a gift to us."

"No its power without control, and there is only one that can control." She snapped, and she looked at him his head was down,

He nodded and laughed then said, "I took an oath, my lady, Boromir prince of Gondor holds true to his word."

Dawn suddenly grasped what Galadriel spoke of, the fellowship was indeed breaking.

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Okay so we already know Boromir was the first to give into the calling. But realize that he likes Dawn, and trusts her and would tell her before he told anyone else. For those of you who didn't catch on this chapter, Legolas has a thing (understatement) for Dawn. Dawn just thinks he is a hot elf, that's all. Okay so continuing on, trying to hold true to both Dawn and the LOTR series, but it is hard to follow both, so I will be throwing some more stuff in there.