Aragorn came out after lunch, and watched as Legolas and I had a competition; the earlier encounter forgotten. The winner would get to have the looser do whatever they wanted for a week. Amused Aragorn watched as I beat Legolas by shooting a Robin Hood (I placed the field tip of one of his arrows in the nock of the one he shoot, and watched in true amazement as it split it in half). I fist pumped the air, and smiled a huge grin. Legolas laughed at my antics even if they weren't normal to this world.
I was so invigorated by the adrenaline rush of wining that I wasn't thinking when I threw my arms around Legolas's neck. I defiantly wasn't thinking when I pressed my lips to his, a victorious and satisfactory grin on my face. Nothing in my wildest day dreams had prepared me for what my first kiss with this man, my bad elf, would be like.
He froze in shock for a moment, before he wrapped his arms around me. Is seemed as though I couldn't get enough of him, he was like water, and I was the thirsty and parched person drinking him up. Our bodies molded to each other, and I swore we were made for each other. He wasn't too tall, but tall enough that I had to look up to meet his gaze, and I wasn't too short, but short enough that he had to bend down to kiss me.
His lips on mine sent electric shocks through my body. It felt so amazing. I tangled my fingers in his long, soft, blond hair. One of his hands curled in my wavy dark brown hair while the other was pressed against the small of my back to push me closer to him. I would have stayed there forever if a clearing throat didn't break through our little world.
We shot apart and looked over to where Aragorn stood his face crimson red. Well I guess I would be red too if I had been watching a steamy make out session between a Prince and a girl not from this world. I blushed and looked over at Legolas who had a satisfied smirk curving his soft pink lips. God that elf was to dang sexy for his own good.
"Erm, would you two like to come to dinner?" Aragorn asked slowly becoming less red.
"Yeah, we're coming," I said smiling at Legolas shyly.
At that point Legolas was basically my best friend, but after that steamy kiss, I hoped to become more. I through Legolas's bow over my shoulder and turned back to the man that I realized, held my heart. As my first act as winner of our little competition, I ordered Legolas to carry me piggy-back style over to Aragorn where I could gloat with him and watch the two good friends tease each other. He did what I asked laughing, and I had to fight the urge to fan my face. Even the elf's back was toned and muscled. Stupid sexy, lithe, elf body, I pouted to myself.
When he put me down I saw something out of the corner of my eye and I had my bow drawn even before Legolas could see what I had. I shot the assassin before he could kill Aragorn. Then I spun around and shot another assassin trying to kill Legolas. My fast refelexes were because of Color Guard. Aragorn thanked me for saving his life.
Then Legolas spun me around and kissed me hard on the lips. I think I swooned.
"Thank you, Gabrielle, for saving my life," Legolas said. As he said my full name, a shiver went down my spine.
"Y-your welcome," at my stuttered answer he smirked and I smacked him on his shoulder