I had my eyes fixed on the horizon as I leaned against the moss covered walls of Helms Deep. The townspeople had finally reached the famed fortress that once saved them before. I was anxiously waiting for the return of Legolas, Aragorn, and the others that stood behind out near the moors to fight off an attack of orcs. The sun was beginning to sink in the sky, and I worried that they had all been out for too long, what if something happened... but I couldn't permit myself to finish that thought. Legolas was strong, and one of the best Elven warriors of the Woodland Realm. I turned over his necklace in my hands, thinking of the events that had happened in the past couple of days. Of course the ideal thought was that he had the same feelings for me, but when did that ever work out for me before? I had heard stories from the past about Tauriel and Legolas, and how he felt strongly for her but she didn't. I certainly, wasn't anything close to Tauriel, but then again she was different too, falling for a dwarf instead. All of sudden, I heard the clip clopping of hooves in the distance. I had rather good hearing for a human, but it also helped that all my senses were focused over the gate and towards the river. The long, distinct sound of Aragorn's horn sounded, signaling for the gates to be opened. The gargantuan wooden doors opened and slowly came trotting in the men, lead by Aragorn. Some were bruised, and some were bloodied with orc blood or their own blood caked in various places. I wanted to go inside and help, but my legs seemed to stop working. Fear began to boil up inside me, who was it I was going to see laid out pale, and wide eyed? I peeked through the dwindled crowd to try and spot Legolas and his white horse. However as the gates began to close again, my stomach began to slowly sink to the ground. "Aragorn"... I paused, I wasn't really sure I wanted to ask this question. He met my eyes with a solemn look. "Where is Legolas?"
"Katrina, I'm sorry, he's gone." Gone? My heart dropped out of my chest, and I swayed on the balls of my feet, trying to grasp what was going on, what he was saying to me. "That can't be, he, he..." I started to mumble as hot teats welled up in my eyes. "I'm so sorry, his horse got frightened and accidently knocked him off, we were fighting near the edge of a fjord." It looked like he was trying to fight back tears too. This couldn't be, this just couldn't. Legolas, couldn't leave me. There had to still be a chance that he was alive, I looked up at Aragorn with a slightly hope full look, but all he did was shake his head, and patted my shoulder. My legs found themselves again, and I grabbed fistfulls of my skirt and ran past the returned riders and out of the gates. The thought of never hearing his lovely musical voice again, or him simply standing next to me was breaking my heart; like a asteroid crashing into some doomed planet. My world was being shaken. Even though I know he may not have liked me, any chance I had was now crushed, love, life, meaning over. I remembered the first thing he said to me, "Im gelir ceni ad lin." Or, "A star shines on the time of our meeting." I started to shake in silent sobs as I walked back through the gates.
That night, Aragorn, Gimli and I silently sat drinking Athelas tea. Aragorn finally broke the silence, speaking in Elvish, "No galu govad gen, noro go hu`l, bado go Eru." I didn't understand much elvish, but I knew that it was a simple farewell, "May blessings go with you, run with the wind, go with God." I would of repeated his farewells, but I was afraid I wouldn't do the beautiful words justice, and there was still a part of me that wished and longed for the fact that he was actually okay. I trudged back to my tent, not knowing what else to do, collapsed onto my bed exhausted. I eventually fell into an uneasy sleep, where I had dreams that didn't let me find any peace. I woke up with a start in he middle of the night. It was probably going to be dawn soon, but I didn't feel like moving from my damp, tear stained pillow. All of a sudden I heard something stir outside, the sound of footsteps crunching on gravel, getting closer. If it was Aragorn, or Eowyn they would of announced themselves. I rolled over on my stomach to grab my sword under my bed. Nerves, on end, the flap of my tent was thrown open. "Katrina!" There standing under the moon light was Legolas. His clothes were ripped in places, and he had a bruise on his forehead, and a bloodied arm but other than that he looked as beautiful as ever. This had to be a dream. The only word that I could manage was,"Legolas? " He glided across the small space and pulled me into a warm embrace. "I thought you were dead." I tried to hide the tremor in my voice, as I buried my face into his chest. "Yes, so did Aragorn and Gimli. But it turns out, you cannot get rid of me that easily." His gentle hands squeezed mine as he then continued to take off his cloak and set down his bow and arrow. It was silent for a minute or so, since I was so paralyzed with happiness. His brow furrowed as he looked more closely at my tear stained face. I tried to hide the fact that I had been crying by loosening my braid and letting my hair fall around me like a curtain. "You were crying? Oh I'm so sorry Katrina." He was sorry? He had been dead for all I knew of course I was crying. But perhaps maybe he meant for leading me on. However, that didn't matter now, he was here and that was all that mattered. "Well yes, that is normally how people react when they hear ill-fated news. You know you are bleeding." He glanced at his arm as if it was something that he had never experienced before. "Let me help you." I lit a few candles and soon the tiny space was lit up with warm happy light. I looked at his arm again, and noticed that the side of his chest was cut too. "I'll have to take a look at that wound, you wouldn't want your good arm getting infected." He nodded, as I slowly began to undo his tattered shirt. I tried to steady my breathing, as I noticed he had an extremely toned and lean figure, and he was again mere inches from me. He watched me as my hands worked, his skin was so smooth, and even though injured, seemed to glow in the soft light. "Well now we are even." I said as I wrung out the cloth I had used to clean his cut. "You helped with my hand, and now I have helped with your arm." I blushed as I thought of the last time he helped me, and how we almost kissed. Silence again pierced the air. Once again, I wanted to kiss him so badly it pained me. It looked like Legolas had a pained expression on his face as well, but for all I knew, it could of been his cut bothering him. I looked down, and when I looked up at him again, it looked liked he had made a decision in his eyes. And with that he leaned in and placed his lips on mine. The innocent kiss soon turned more passionate as his smooth lips glided across mine, and placed his hand on my waist. We came up for air, our noses bumping, and breath ragged. In half elvish and half of the common tongue I said to him, "You don't know how long I've been waiting for you to do that." We were now on my bed and he was hovering over me, and I pressed my lips to his again. I had been right, he was a good kisser. Sparks seemed to course through me as his hot breath hit my skin and kissed my neck, I ran my fingers through is hair, and he laughed a clear laugh that sounded like wind chimes. It didn't matter that the next morning a battle with 10,000 orcs would pour of the walls of the deep, for now it was just him and I. Suddenly the sound of more footsteps could be heard outside my tent, and it sounded like Gimli and Aragorn were arguing. "Where is that elf, I have to see him, how in the heck is he alive? I'm going to whack him with mine axe for this trick!"
"Gimli, let him be, he has business with Katrina. Let him breath for a moment." Aragorn sighed "Oh sure... he has business with Katrina." Finally Gimli stomped away, and Aragorn quietly said, "Be ready by dawn." Legolas looked at me and grinned, "Leave it to a dwarf to interrupt once again. You can go back to sleep now if you want." He noticed my stifled yawn, "No it is alright. Anyways, I'm curious to hear how you managed to make your way back."
"It is a long story, maybe we should save it for another day."
"We might not have another day."
"Do not despair Katrina. There is always hope."Nodding, I snuggled my head into his chest once again, and traced patterns on his smooth hands until I fell asleep with his arm wrapped around me, and a soft elvish song gracing my dreams.
"Katrina, I'm sorry, he's gone." Gone? My heart dropped out of my chest, and I swayed on the balls of my feet, trying to grasp what was going on, what he was saying to me. "That can't be, he, he..." I started to mumble as hot teats welled up in my eyes. "I'm so sorry, his horse got frightened and accidently knocked him off, we were fighting near the edge of a fjord." It looked like he was trying to fight back tears too. This couldn't be, this just couldn't. Legolas, couldn't leave me. There had to still be a chance that he was alive, I looked up at Aragorn with a slightly hope full look, but all he did was shake his head, and patted my shoulder. My legs found themselves again, and I grabbed fistfulls of my skirt and ran past the returned riders and out of the gates. The thought of never hearing his lovely musical voice again, or him simply standing next to me was breaking my heart; like a asteroid crashing into some doomed planet. My world was being shaken. Even though I know he may not have liked me, any chance I had was now crushed, love, life, meaning over. I remembered the first thing he said to me, "Im gelir ceni ad lin." Or, "A star shines on the time of our meeting." I started to shake in silent sobs as I walked back through the gates.
That night, Aragorn, Gimli and I silently sat drinking Athelas tea. Aragorn finally broke the silence, speaking in Elvish, "No galu govad gen, noro go hu`l, bado go Eru." I didn't understand much elvish, but I knew that it was a simple farewell, "May blessings go with you, run with the wind, go with God." I would of repeated his farewells, but I was afraid I wouldn't do the beautiful words justice, and there was still a part of me that wished and longed for the fact that he was actually okay. I trudged back to my tent, not knowing what else to do, collapsed onto my bed exhausted. I eventually fell into an uneasy sleep, where I had dreams that didn't let me find any peace. I woke up with a start in he middle of the night. It was probably going to be dawn soon, but I didn't feel like moving from my damp, tear stained pillow. All of a sudden I heard something stir outside, the sound of footsteps crunching on gravel, getting closer. If it was Aragorn, or Eowyn they would of announced themselves. I rolled over on my stomach to grab my sword under my bed. Nerves, on end, the flap of my tent was thrown open. "Katrina!" There standing under the moon light was Legolas. His clothes were ripped in places, and he had a bruise on his forehead, and a bloodied arm but other than that he looked as beautiful as ever. This had to be a dream. The only word that I could manage was,"Legolas? " He glided across the small space and pulled me into a warm embrace. "I thought you were dead." I tried to hide the tremor in my voice, as I buried my face into his chest. "Yes, so did Aragorn and Gimli. But it turns out, you cannot get rid of me that easily." His gentle hands squeezed mine as he then continued to take off his cloak and set down his bow and arrow. It was silent for a minute or so, since I was so paralyzed with happiness. His brow furrowed as he looked more closely at my tear stained face. I tried to hide the fact that I had been crying by loosening my braid and letting my hair fall around me like a curtain. "You were crying? Oh I'm so sorry Katrina." He was sorry? He had been dead for all I knew of course I was crying. But perhaps maybe he meant for leading me on. However, that didn't matter now, he was here and that was all that mattered. "Well yes, that is normally how people react when they hear ill-fated news. You know you are bleeding." He glanced at his arm as if it was something that he had never experienced before. "Let me help you." I lit a few candles and soon the tiny space was lit up with warm happy light. I looked at his arm again, and noticed that the side of his chest was cut too. "I'll have to take a look at that wound, you wouldn't want your good arm getting infected." He nodded, as I slowly began to undo his tattered shirt. I tried to steady my breathing, as I noticed he had an extremely toned and lean figure, and he was again mere inches from me. He watched me as my hands worked, his skin was so smooth, and even though injured, seemed to glow in the soft light. "Well now we are even." I said as I wrung out the cloth I had used to clean his cut. "You helped with my hand, and now I have helped with your arm." I blushed as I thought of the last time he helped me, and how we almost kissed. Silence again pierced the air. Once again, I wanted to kiss him so badly it pained me. It looked like Legolas had a pained expression on his face as well, but for all I knew, it could of been his cut bothering him. I looked down, and when I looked up at him again, it looked liked he had made a decision in his eyes. And with that he leaned in and placed his lips on mine. The innocent kiss soon turned more passionate as his smooth lips glided across mine, and placed his hand on my waist. We came up for air, our noses bumping, and breath ragged. In half elvish and half of the common tongue I said to him, "You don't know how long I've been waiting for you to do that." We were now on my bed and he was hovering over me, and I pressed my lips to his again. I had been right, he was a good kisser. Sparks seemed to course through me as his hot breath hit my skin and kissed my neck, I ran my fingers through is hair, and he laughed a clear laugh that sounded like wind chimes. It didn't matter that the next morning a battle with 10,000 orcs would pour of the walls of the deep, for now it was just him and I. Suddenly the sound of more footsteps could be heard outside my tent, and it sounded like Gimli and Aragorn were arguing. "Where is that elf, I have to see him, how in the heck is he alive? I'm going to whack him with mine axe for this trick!"
"Gimli, let him be, he has business with Katrina. Let him breath for a moment." Aragorn sighed "Oh sure... he has business with Katrina." Finally Gimli stomped away, and Aragorn quietly said, "Be ready by dawn." Legolas looked at me and grinned, "Leave it to a dwarf to interrupt once again. You can go back to sleep now if you want." He noticed my stifled yawn, "No it is alright. Anyways, I'm curious to hear how you managed to make your way back."
"It is a long story, maybe we should save it for another day."
"We might not have another day."
"Do not despair Katrina. There is always hope."Nodding, I snuggled my head into his chest once again, and traced patterns on his smooth hands until I fell asleep with his arm wrapped around me, and a soft elvish song gracing my dreams.
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