We sat in a war room trying to figure out why the King and Prince were almost assassinated. At that time Thrandon burst in, a knife in his chest, he told Legolas that he had found out the person in charge of the assination. Thrandon killed him but had been stabbed in the process.
The funeral for Thrandon was sad. It took Legolas a couple days to get over it but eventually he did. He found me in the library three days later, reading up on the history of the elves. He pulled the book out of my hands and surprised me with a kiss. I pushed him away staring at the book on the ground.
"We can't be together," I said bluntly. I'd never been one to beat around the bush.
"No," he sighed. "We can't"
"Because of your stupid elf laws," I grumbled.
"Yes, I suppose," he said frowning.
"You know," I said standing up to my full 5'4 height. "You could change that if you wanted."
"Mhmm, I could?" He asked as I curled my hand around his neck.
"Yes, yes you could," I said leaning into another kiss.
He smiled at me. I laughed at my flirtatiousness. I'd never been able to have courage to do this with any of the guys back in my own world, but with Legolas it just seemed easy. As I deepened our kiss, Legolas suddenly pulled away.
"What if you became my guard?" He asked caressing my face.
"What?" I asked; my mind was not on conversation at the moment.
"You're certainly qualified enough; you're a lady night. And you also shoot a bow as well as any elf," Legolas said, a gentle smile gracing his lips. "What if you become my personal body guard?"
"O-okay," I said to him.
A week passed and then I was made his personal body guard. I was with him always, and we lived happily. Well as happily as we could with me as stubborn as I was.
The End