The traveling was slow going, their were many old humans and many sick or young, it made Vega antsy they were such a big group and so easy a target they made. Vega had no doubt that if Saroman had nay brains at all her would attack them somewhere along the road. Filled with her nervous energy she kept busy keeping watch and alternated from scanning the back of the group to the front with long spans walking with her friends until she became to antsy to stay still and darted off again. At the moment she was walking beside Legolas who's hand was resting on her head while absentmindedly stroking her as he lead Arod.
"I've never seen a dwarf woman." Vega heard Eowen ask Gimily who was riding atop her mare.
"It's true you don't see many dwarf woman, if fact they are so alike in voice and appearance they are often mistaken for dwarf men." Gimily said.
Eowen glanced back to look at Aragon who quietly said "It's the beards." While miming a long beard. Vega smirked and in a privet thought sent to her brother and Legolas said 'The longer and uglier the more attractive.' Which had the elf smiling and Aragorn covering a laugh. Eowen smiled at Aragorn and Vega noticed something in that smile, she supposed she noticed it before but hadn't thought much of it, the young Rohan princess liked Aragorn. Vega frowned, she had nothing against the woman she actually liked her but her feelings for her Brother would only hurt her in the end and she nor Aragon deserved that.
"In turn, this has given rise to the belief that there are no dwarf woman, that dwarves just spring out of holes in the ground. Which is ridiculous of course." Gimily laughed and made a large jesters, out of nowhere the horse under him took off in a canter and the unbalanced dwarf lasted only three strides before toppling sideways and onto the ground. "It's alright nobody panic it was deliberate." The dwarf trued brushing it off. Vega laughed along with her companions as Eowen left to fetch the horse which was eating grass innocently a little ways off.
"You look much more relaxed." Legolas commented and she looked up.
"I suppose I am, thanks to the talk the king and I had we are on much better ground, I even like him a bit."
"Your home what is it like?"
"Have you never been?" he shook his head no. "Well it is very different than Lothlórien, but we live in the trees and rocks like they do, it is filled with gardens and water falls are every where a river runs right threw the middle of the forest. There are lost of places to run and swim, a part of the forest open right onto the beach and my father castle is built into the cliff face. My room had a balcony that opened right into the air and overlooked the sea, I could watch the most beautiful sunsets and stargaze. I often got into trouble because I would use my balcony to escape into the forest at night, either climbing up the cliff face or diving into the ocean below."
"It sound wonderful, do you miss it?"
"Yes, but I don't regret leaving, if I hadn't I would have never met Aragorn or Arowen, I would never have come on the fellowship and met you. I'm glad I left." A rush of joy surged in Legolase's heart at her words. They talked about things like that for a good long while before the King called for a stop and camp to be made. Legolas and Gimily left to do something, leaving Aragorn and Vega by there campsite alone. Vega stretched out by the fire light glad to be off her paws, when Aragon leaned back against her she purred set her head on his knee and wrapped her tail around his waist as he relaxed into her.
"Legolas cares deeply for you." He said out of the blue.
"What?"
"He cares for you, never in the years have I known him has he ever been that relaxed and open as he is with you. He likes you, don't you find it odd at how he's always touching you."
Vega didn't say anything she actually hadn't thought about it, it was true he was always touching her when she was beside him and she enjoyed his touch it had just become natural between the two of them. Which was strange besides Aragorn and the hobbits she didn't much liked to be petted like an animal because she wasn't one, but with Legolas she sought out his slim fingers so he could run them threw her fur.
"He is a good man, loyal and strong, he would not hurt you."
"Aragorn, look at me I am an animal, we could never have a relationship like this."
"No, you are an elf, and a princess in you own right. You are beautiful my sister in either of your forms, strong and graceful. Elves say Arwen is as beautiful as the light, and you are as beautiful as the night, only you do not see your own beauty. Give it a chance you will see."
Vega didn't say anything for a awhile as she thought about the beautiful elf. She wanted him more than anything, she never thought she could want someone this much. She let out a sigh, "You are going to be a great king Aragorn."
"What makes you say that?"
"Because you persuasive. And not just that your string and intelligent, your forgiving and kind and patient, you care for anybody you lead. This fellowship started out with many strangers coming together yet you still took them all under your care and you do your best to protect each one of us. I would be proud to call you my king, and know that when you do take your crown we will always be your friends." Vega said and nuzzled his cheek blowing gentle huffs of air into his face, he wrapped his arms around her neck and cuddled against her like he had so many times as a child.
"Sleep my brother I shall watch over you tonight." She spoke quietly and began a strange humming croon that was soothing and soon Aragon had drifted to sleep. It was still dark out when Aragorn woke but he looked much more rested and energetic, he left them to go take a watch for one of the other men. Not needing rest Vega stood and searched for her fellow elf companion. She found him near one of the rock out cropping keeping watch she silently approached him and sat next to him as they watched the dark lands below seeing nothing stirring in there shadows. She glanced up at the starts and saw the full moon and decided to stretch her two legs and she shifted.
"I thought you were watching over Aragorn?" Vega looked up at the sharpness in his words, what that a hint of jeoulsly she heard?
"I was he is awake now and taking over another mans watch." The elf made an noise which she took as acknowledgment. "What do you think has become of the Hobbits?"
"Mary and Pipen I feel are quiet safe, no doubt getting into there own tricks. Frodo and Sam… I say a prayer for them whenever I think of them. They are so small yet so strong, I pray that there strength never wavers nor there friendship. I have faith in them, they will survive."
"I think they will as well but I can't help but fear for them." Vega said and leaned against Legolase's shoulder needing that touch she had grown used to, she realized that Aragon was right she had fallen for the elf. Legolas slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer there shared closeness chasing away there worries and fears. Legolas tucked loose hair behind one of her ears and she shivered as his fingers grazed it. His grip tightened on her on reflex from her reaction, and feeling unable to stop himself he trailed a finger down her cheek. She looked at him in surprise, her beautiful silver eyes full of conflictions, hope, fear, confusion, desire.
"Beautiful…" he whispered trailing his finger down her face again as they leaned closer. He saw what that one word had caused inside her by the changing in her eyes. Hope seemed to bloom there then was shadowed by slight suspicion and doubt. " do not doubt my words, you are beautiful, I was captivated by it that first time I saw you in Rivendell, even though I did not know who or what you are. You were just simply radiant." He smiled when shock clouded those eyes and then embarrassment along with something else. He smirked and closed the short distance between them, he nearly jumped away from the shock that ran threw his body at the contact. But after the firs jolt he craved more of it, of her.
Vega nearly moaned at the feeling that coursed threw her it was as heady as to much wine. His lips were soft and asking of her, not pushing, he asked and she gave. After the first tentative kissed they became stronger a more urgent need and rougher as there breath mingled. He traced her lips once again asking tenderly and she gave him what he wanted this time she did moan as his tongue tasted her mouth, and he was delightful. Her hand traveled upward and tangled in his hair as one of his wrapped around her neck and tugged at her hair the other on he waist pulling her closer. When he finally released her mouth he tasted her neck and jaw and drinking in her scent, roses and pomegranate and something wild, and from that first taste he was addicted to it. After a bit they pulled away faces flushed and breath uneven, they stayed that way till the sun began to rise and as that night was the third day of the full moon, Vega was forced to take her feline form.