The next morning, Sauros deemed me healed and left us. Legolas and I continued our journey to Mirkwood, until about noon. Legolas just stopped in a clearing next to a pool.
“What is it?” I asked, thinking that something was wrong.
“Nothing. But you are going to learn to defend yourself,” he announced as he got off his horse. I managed to slide off mine, gracefully, while he got out his pair of long-knives. He did this really neat spinning thing with them so that when he handed them to me, I could easily grab the handles.
“Okay hold it like this…,” Legolas began. At about three o’clock, Legolas decided that I was done learning the positions and moves, etc.
“Now you’re ready to learn how to fight.”
He walked back over to his horse. He looked through the bags and tried to find his other pair of long-knives. When he did, he didn’t take them out. Instead he quickly took of his shirt, then took them out. He turned around. And smiled.
“You ready?” He asked.
I nodded and gulped. He had muscles! I thought he was attractive fully dressed, but him without his shirt on was enough to kill.
We stood in the dueling position. Legolas counted to three and we began. He was really good. Needless to say, he `killed’ me in about a minute.
“Good,” he said. “Again.”
I heard that about eighteen times. And each time, he won. On the eighteenth “again”, I shook my head.
“No. No more `again’. I forfeit,” I said as I sat down. He laughed and sat and took my two knives. He put them up and then sat down next to me.
“You did surprisingly well, for a beginner,” he said. I looked behind me and saw the pool. It looked so inviting. I stood up and walked over to a large rock that was next to it. I walked behind the rock so that I was out of Legolas’s view.
“What are you doing?” He called from where he was sitting. What I was doing was taking off my dress (I had an under-dress on! Haven’t any of you seen Tuck Everlasting?). I came out from behind the rock and headed to the water.
“You are such a lady,” Legolas said when he saw me. I looked over my shoulder and smiled. I walked into the water. My all white under-dress was pure white, so I had to be careful and remained covered. After a few minutes, I stopped in the middle of the pond and looked at Legolas (who had been watching me the whole time) and smiled.
“Come on in. The water’s great,” I called.
“No. It wouldn’t be proper. Guys don’t swim with ladies,” he said, while shaking his head.
“But I’m not a lady, I’m a teenager. Come on. Pwease…,” I whined. I gave him my best puppy face. He just laughed and shook his head. Then after about two minutes of me begging him to, he came in the water. When the water was almost up to his shoulders, he bent over and went under-water. He popped up again, only about two feet away from him.
“See, that wasn’t to hard,” I said playfully.
“Heh-heh-heh,” he sneered.
I swam back a few paces and splashed him. I laughed playfully and he raised his eyebrow. He pulled his arms back and I screamed and tried to swim farther away. But the wave/splash hit me anyway. I turned around and glared and we had a splashing fight for the next thirty minutes. Legolas and I were racing across the pool, but it was more like him chasing me. When he caught up to me (he had given me a head start) he grabbed me and pulled me towards him. Our bodies were nearly touching when Legolas realized what he was doing. He let go of me and pushed me away. The smile had left his face in a second.
“I’m sorry,” he said as he swam back to the shore. My eyes followed him back to camp.
We did not speak until the night after (two nights and a day). I walked over to where he was trying to start a fire. It wasn’t cold. Elves can’t feel cold. I think he was doing it just to keep busy.
“I’m sorry, Princess,” he said as I neared him. I put my hand on his and he looked up at me.
“Why? You keep saying you’re sorry, I just don’t know why.”
“What I did… in the pool. It wasn’t proper. I shouldn’t get that close to you. Ever.” As he said this he pulled away.
“You know, they don’t teach us proper etiquette where I come from. I don’t understand it and don’t care about it.”
“And your point is…”
“I don’t care if your not proper around me,” I said.
“Yes. Actually, I would prefer it if you weren’t proper around me,” I assured him. He looked at me questioningly and I nodded.
“You would rather I wasn’t proper around you?” He asked.
Legolas smiled. But I had only a second to see it, for he quickly pulled my face towards his and kissed me passionately. This kiss shocked me. It was so different from the way Chris would kiss me. I liked it.
He pulled away, but only far enough so that he could see my entire face. He looked at me to see my reaction, and I smiled. I then leaned in for another kiss.
I am so sorry this one is so short, i just couldn’t make it longer.