**(Authoress Note:) Hello all! I hope you're all doing well and I am sorry about the delay to the stories progress. I live and work on a 20 acre Thoroughbred breeding farm and am now in the midst of breeding and foaling season. This is my busy (work wise) season and I really hope to keep updating regularly. I also have no clue where I'm really going to be going with this story. So each chapter is really a labor of love as I try to chisel out a sculpture of a story from this crazy mangled mess floating around in my head, lol. Anyway any ideas or sugguestions are welcome and may help inspire me further. Lets all pray the plot bunny takes up residence and I get some more inspiration. Thank you all for the reviews and story adds. Now on to the next chapter.**
Just as Arwen and Aragorn were about to sit down on the bench the sky finally cleared allowing the bright swollen moon full access to the world below, exactly what Elenisil had been waiting for. She was tired, her journey from the Grey Mountains in the North West had been a very long one in such a small amount of time. For her there was only one thing that could soothe and rejuvenate her more than basking under the energizing and healing light of the moon and stars. That, however, would have to wait...
At the moment she could feel the cool stare of the fair haired elf standing beside her. Since he had walked over he seemed unable to break his gaze, causing cool wisps of sensation to roam across her skin where his eyes fell. It was when she shifted to allow room for Aragorn to sit that she could feel his visage focus down her back and linger down by the ground. She had no need to look at the Elf to know what held his gaze. Aragorn and Arwen sat upon the bench too preoccupied with each other to notice the expression plastered upon Legolas' face. His stare practically stung. Elenisil shifted once more before finally deciding she was once again properly concealed, breaking the fair elf' view.
Legolas finally gathered himself after the creature before him shifted once more in her seat. His eyes were dry and burning from taking in as much as they could in the clear and crisp night air. Blinking he looked around at the small gathering of Elves of Rivendell about him. They all knew Elenisil. How well he was not sure of, but if they, his kin, were comfortable around this new (to him) fascinating creature than she truly couldn't be as bad as Gandalf' show suggested. 'What does a wizard know anyway' Legolas laughed to himself internally. He just couldn't fathom what she could be. The creature before him was not in any of the old books he had read or tales that he had been told and at his age he had read his fair share of books and had heard many tales. Yet he could think of no creature that matched. Beautiful fair skin, dark flowing hair, sharply pointed ears, long lean body, mesmerizing steely blue eyes with slitted pupil, and now what appeared to be large leathery wings like that of the dragons of old.
A small sigh escaped the lightly parted lips of the deep in thought Mirkwood Elf that stood perplexed next to Elenisil, catching said creatures attention. She could sense his tension and practically taste his internal indecision. This was an all too familiar flavor to her. Every meeting she had would first begin with this inward battle. 'Can I trust her?' 'What is she?' 'Where does she come from?' At least with Legolas she could not palette the most annoying and problematic; 'Can I kill it?' Can I capture it?'
Glancing up and over she sought out the perplexed member of their newly formed group. Her sharp eyes wandering up his frame. She had come across many elves of the now known Mirkwood area and he was typical of what the house were like. Tall, fair, but he was not as fast to act as his kin. Most Elves of Mirkwood would shoot first and ask questions later, being a little less inquisitive as their Eastern cousins and a little more impulsive. As her eyes wandered up to his well defined profile her gaze lingered while his own down cast eyes glanced upward and locked with hers. It was instantaneous, she could feel it. Her breath slowed and pupils dilated causing her already feline gaze to slit even further and fixate on Legolas' blue eyes that seemed to have all of the majesity and depth of the sea.
Immediately he felt it. A pang in the back of his head that in turn led to him feeling his own hot blood pulsing thick and heavily through his veins. The force of it rushing past his ears created an overwhelming beat made by his own body. Suddenly his eyes begun to burn, his head spin, mouth dry, lips split, breath hitch, and it took all of what he had in him to keep from falling forward. 'What is this?' He thought to himself. A calm panic begun to settle over him. He couldn't do anything but stare into her sharp blue eyes. At first they were the same as they had been all evening when slowly then suddenly begun to swirl. Their cold hard blue color begun to seep with red tendrils starting from the pupil undulating outward. What felt like lifetimes only took seconds before her entire visage was filled with brilliant deep blood red pools. He felt like he had stood there for an eternity entirely lost in those beautiful red orbs ensconced in whatever spell had him. Until finally, he blinked. Time came rushing back to him in heaps and waves, whatever it was that seemed to trap him quit just as soon as it had begun and it left him breathless and quietly gasping. Looking down and away from Elenisil he took some time to gather himself and catch his breath before daring to look her way again. As he calmed his mind and his pounding heart he begun to wonder if this is what Frodo felt earlier when he looked into the eyes of this odd creature, although then her eyes did not change. Elenisil herself even flinched slightly, the most abrupt movement she had made all evening, as their focus broke.
Mesmerized. She, had been completely enthralled. Usually it was her doing the mesmerizing, but here in a place she had been in countless times around countless elves she sat taking her time to regain her wits. There were only ever a few beings that had been able to break down all of her barriers and elicit such a response from her. She could feel each wall she put up in order to keep others out quiver and shatter under his piercing glare, leaving her to sit mentally staggered and wonder. Letting her senses search she could feel the heat of the fire before her, taste the cool crisp night air, smell the wise old forest about her, and most of all hear the blood pulsing through the bodies still unaware of what had just transpired.
Arwen and Aragon shifted their attentions from each other to their companions who were still quiet next to them. What was different was the look on both of their faces. They seemed to be slightly tense and uneasy after only a few minuets of being next to each other. Aragon looked over to his friend "Legolas, are you alright?" His words cut through the air and seemed to shatter whatever the elf was preoccupied with. Fair hair rippled as his head twitched upwards to look at Aragon. All bewilderment was erased from his face as Legolas looked to Aragon, trying to hide what had just happened. He did not want to alarm his friend before he himself knew what had just occured. Smiling slightly he let out a breath he did not realize he had held "I am well, thank you, it's just been a very long day." With his wits back he dared to flash a glint back to Elenisil who in return threw him her own fleeting glance. Aragon and Arwen slightly narrowed their eyes looked at each and shrugged.
A few more moments passed before Elenisil broke the stillness that had ensconced their small group and stood in one fluid movement. Legolas' eyes widened a bit at the sudden movement and he shifted his weight back and away, giving both himself and her more room. The only sound made was of the fabric she wore rustling as she stood. Steeping forward then turning she faced the small group that was with her. Their eyes were all upon her as she stood silhouetted against the fire that was burning low. "Thank you all for your hospitality and company this evening. I think I shall retire for the remainder of the night." Her voice cut through the small gathering. Some of the Rivendell Elves had left over the course of the evening, each wishing her well and good night before they left. Now there were only 5 and the remaining 2 elves of Rivendell, besides Arwen, bowed lightly and bid her their own good nights before turning and making their way together back to their home. "Thank you so much for coming in such a short amount of time. I know my father is happy you were able to make it" Arwen said while standing and walking toward the creature still silhouetted by the dying fire and gorged moon. "I am only sad that you cannot stay and visit longer." The dark haired elf said while embracing Elenisil in a hug that the creature seemed to genuinely return. Arwen pulled back, toward Aragon, but not before Elenisil was able to place a light kiss upon her forehead and stroke he wavy dark hear. "Treat her well Aragon." Elenisil said leveling her eyes with the ranger across from her, who in turn nodded and stated "I will of course." Elenisil shot one final look over to Legolas and when their eyes met she gave him a slight tilt of her head and finally turned to leave. She, however, was not heading back toward Rivendell which obviously did not phase Arwen at all as she gripped Aragon's arm and begun to head back to her home. The last Legolas saw of her that evening was her cloak being engulfed by the dark tangle of woods.