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Arianell could not tell for how long she had slept but she did know that something was wrong. Carefully she sat up and looked around. The noise was coming from were Legolas lay on the other side of the bed. She was about to reach over and shake him when he violently slammed his fist into the space between them. He was shaking in his sleep, rolling and tossing. Arianell rolled away from a punch and landed, softly, on the floor.
If she had possesed more time to stop and think she would have wondered why her back was not stiff as she stood, or why her feet did not hurt. But at the moment the only thing that concerned her was waking Legolas from whatever terror possesed him.
"Legolas" she leaned as close to him as she dared, fearing a stray fist. "Legolas Meleth, wake."
Arianell ventured nearer "Legolas?" Sitting up suddenly but still asleep he grabbed her wrist, his eyes open and glazed over -as is the way of the elf. Arianell gasped and tried to pull away but his grip did not lesson.
Using her free hand she began to smooth his hair and hum softly "Legolas Meleth-nin, you are injuring my hand. Legolas darling let's go back to sleep." Arianell started singing as she tried to calm herself, he had yet to lay back down.
Softly she pushed on his chest and relaxed a little as he reclined against the pillows, she was still concerned that he had not awoken but his reclining was better than sitting up.
"Don't leave me Arianell!" Legolas' voice startled her "Elbereth" his face turned towards her but his eyes remained unseeing "Do not let her leave me." Arianell followed Legolas' gaze towards the balcony and where a figure stood in the moonlight. Varda smiled back at her before fading.
Arianell looked back towards Legolas, who had relaxed his grip on her hand, through the entire event he had not awoken. "Sleep now Meleth." Sliding into the space between the edge of the bed and his now relaxed form Arianell wrapped her arm around him, resting her head on his chest. "Goodnight M'Love" she whispered. She could feel her cheeks burn as she caught herself sighing at the feel of his skin beneath her own.
Morning's first light was shinning when Legolas awake, he had seen the strangest vision. But it was no vision, there lay Arianell cradled on his chest, her right wrist bruised from his grip. Lightly he rubbed the bruise, saddened that it had been he who injured her.
"Do not berate yourself Legolas." Arianell's bright eyes looked up and caught his own "It was not your fault. I know now to be more careful when awakining an Archer." "Yes Arianell" Legolas' eyes smiled though his face did not "For we have great reflexes" "Do you now?" Arianell leaned in to kiss him quickly but before she could pull away his hand was cradling the back of her head, deepening the kiss. "We do." he whispered as she blushed.
