While everyone celebrated Elanor and Samdo's wonderful news, Legolas asked that I go for a walk with him. "I have...something important...I need to talk to you about."
I was reluctant. Well, that's an understatement. I dreaded the thought of what I knew must be coming.
We walked a little ways from the campsite. Far enough away that we would not be overheard, but close enough that we could still see everyone. Legolas turned to face me, taking my hands in his own.
"Ella..." he started. "Ellarian..."
My full name. This couldn't be good. I willed myself not to run away, though every part of me longed to do just that.
Legolas took a deep breath, released one of my hands, and gently brushed my now-curly hair away from my eyes.
I looked away. If I continued to gaze at those wonderful deep eyes of his, I knew I would be unable to control my emotions.
"Ella I--I have to tell you something."
"No, Legolas. Please," I whispered.
"You...don't want to hear it?" He looked hurt.
"I'm sorry," I said quietly, backing away from him. "I'm sorry." It was all I could think to say.
He started to step forward, to close the gap I was forming between us, when both our thoughts and our eyes turned elsewhere. Orcs!
We raced back to the campsite, pulling out our swords as we ran.
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Ooh! He likes you! ;)
*Shakes head sadly* No, he doesn't. :( I wish he did, but...my competition is too great.
Your competition? What competition?
Well...there's a lady in Mirkwood... :-/ ....Yah.
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