Author:
Legolas
[ Edit | View ]
|
Date Posted: 19:37:48 04/03/02 Wed
Legolas stared at the knife currently resting on his throat. When was the last time something like this had happenned to him? Not in recent memory, that was for sure. Well, that was what became of being overconfident- you got caught out.
He felt a definite feeling of relief when she stepped back, but confusion as well. Why let him go when she had him in her power? He listened to her speak.
Even after this though, he couldn't just leave her. She'd just shown herself to be a dangerous adversary, and in all conscience, he couldn't let her remain in the forest with Aragorn unawares. Saying that though, returning to the palace was just as clearly out of the question. Also, the brief glimpses that he'd seen of her emotional state showed that she herself was in no condition to be left alone either. There seemed only to be one option left to him. Swiftly, he picked up the palantir and put it in his pocket. The she-elf's eye's narrowed.
"Alright Lómódë, you've made your point. I can't make you come to the palace with me. Can we compromise?
I have to go on a journey, and it'll probably take a couple of months. Come with me. That way I don't have to worry about leaving you here alone, and you won't have to meet anybody. It'll just be me and a dwarf. You can have all the privacy you want." He smiled, and this time it was the mirth-filled grin of old. "Please?" The smile widened wickedly. "Maybe when we get there I'll give you the palantir back!"
She took a step towards him and he skipped backwards, laughing now. Maybe it was a trick of the light, but it seemed that a smile ghosted at the corner of her mouth. Impossible as it seemed, her moods appeared to change almost as quickly as Arwen's. Hopefully though, she was considering his offer.
|
Feedback: 