The_Elf_From_America_THE_SECOND_DARK_LORD - Part Thirteen-The Blue Mist
Merry slapped his brother, "He's lying. You're messing up the story Pippin."
Merry and Pippin were trying to recount the story of their adventures to their brother and sisters who were constantly laughing at their antics.
"If you're so smart, you tell it," Pippin said.
"Ok I will. We entered Angband. It was like a deep dark chasm. My sword suddenly glowed blue by Sting. Orcs were close. Suddenly, I saw one. It was an Uruk Hai. It aimed its sword at Gimli ready to strike. Pippin knelt to the ground and shook. I shoved my sword into the Uruks stomach. Boy did he stink."
"That's not how it happened!" Pippin objected.
"There are two sides to every story," Sam said laughing.
"Why don't you two go out into the courtyard and play in the snow," Rosie said.
"Good idea mum," Pippin said and kissed his mother.
"You were very brave, my sons. I am sure of it. And I am proud of you. Almost as proud as I was of Mr. Frodo," Sam said. He sighed watching his two boys go into the courtyard.
Pippin instantly saw two others there. He was about to run to Elerrina and Eldarion when Merry caught his sleeve.
"Shh. Just listen in. He's holding her hand. How romantic," Merry thought.
"Gross," Pippin said.
"You don"t need to nursemaid me, Prince," Elenya said to Legolas.
She was wrapped comfortable in her bed. Her room was just across from Aragorn and Arwen's private chamber. Legolas had been commanded to stay with her at all times.
"I have many times before. So don't argue," he smiled. "I may not be a healer as Aragorn, but I can tend to minor wounds."
"But it hurts," she said looking at her leg.
"I know it does. But if you let me touch it-"
"No!" she laughed.
"Oh will you stop being so obstinate?"
"Look, just leave it alone."
"I am in charge right now. Should I get the king?"
"If Aragorn can do a better job, than yes."
"Come on. It is just a flesh wound. All I need to do is wrap it in this cloth."
"But you put some alcohol stuff on that cloth. It's going to sting."
"Of course it will sting. Look. I have pulled out three arrows from your body before. No four arrows. Four arrows I have pulled, and you are afraid of a little sting?"
"I am afraid of nothing."
"What of Agroth?" he asked.
She was silent. Memories drifted back into her head. She tried to block them from memory but they haunted her mind.
"I am sorry. I should not have spoken."
"No, it's ok. You are here with me now. Nothing could be more perfect."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
Legolas lay down by her side and kissed her. She then felt the sting of the cloth placed upon her wound. She flinched slightly, but Legolas did not part his lips from hers. She laughed when he ended.
"What is so funny?"
"I don't know. I just felt like laughing."
"And you're starting to sound like an American."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"The way you talk has changed. You're starting to sound like me."
Legolas stood up and walked to the window looking towards the west.
"Did I say something wrong?" she asked.
"No of course not. I was just thinking."
"I was thinking of the Sea. The time the gull cried to me, I felt the call of the Sea. But I will not leave you."
"So I noticed."
"Well, you should sleep."
"Are you going to stay in here?" she asked.
"I shall stay here," Legolas said sitting down in the chair by the fire.
"Will you sleep?"
"Not now. I shall be merely content to watch you sleep."
"Are you alright?"
"Yes. I am just thinking."
"Don't think hard. Ideas are not your strong suit."
Legolas smiled not wanting to make a comeback line. Elenya lay against the bed and drifted off into slumber land the Prince's eye lost in the sight of the fire but ears always listening to her steady breathing watching the fall and rise of her chest. He walked over to her side and stared at her. She looked so calm and beautiful when she slept. By Eru! She's beautiful! He thought. He placed a hand across her silky dark curls. He brushed a hand across her cheek and down her neck. He looked at the jewel and touched it.
"He shall never have her. I will not rest until he is dead. He shall never harm her as long as a breath remains in my body." Legolas said it so calmly though anger against Agroth was concealed in his heart.
He calmed himself once again and simply thought of her. He kneeled down beside her bed and kissed her fair lips once again. How he loved her. He thought it would be far better to live one night with her in his arms then spend eternity across the Sea.
"I love you. Were I to bear away my love for the Sea, it would be so. I only hope that time never comes."
Legolas sat down in the chair once again his eyes never leaving her. But they soon did. For she took his breath away, and he could no longer watch her. He still heard the soft sound of her breathing as his eyes strayed to the glow of the fire.
"What must I do to bring her back, my lord? Your army shall go nowhere until I have her safe within my grasp," Agroth said.
"Are you certain that it is not the jewel that has caught your eye?"
"Maybe it is. Maybe it is not. I just know that the army shall not go to Minas Tirith until I have her."
"Very well. Listen closely to me. She will not come willingly. You know that. And the Prince is guarding her at all times like a hawk."
"Then what must I do?"
"The blue mist."
Agroth had heard the word before. He knew very well what it meant.
"Are you certain of this, my master?" he asked.
"It is the only way."
"Then it shall be so."