“Davia!” Legolas cried as he awoke from a nightmare. Davia grabbed his shoulders in surprise. He collapsed on her, burying his face into her shoulder. “It’s all right. I’m here.” She soothed until his crying ceased. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled as he pulled away from her grasp. “Nothing to be sorry for.” Davia smiled. Legolas gazed at the fireball perched on the other wall. “Where did that come from?” “Where do you think?” Davia asked mysteriously. “Ha! Very funny.” “Good his spirits have lifted. I just hope I can keep that flame going until we get out of here.” Davia thought in despair. “You look weak.” Legolas stated the obvious. “That fire is kept going only by me. It weakens me the longer it is there.” “Stop then.” “I can’t, even though this weakens me the darkness will weaken me more.” “Oh.” Legolas sighed. “I can’t loose you.” “I know. But there is nothing we can do about it.” Davia smiled hoping to brighten his spirits. Legolas laid his forehead on her shoulder. They did not say anything for a few minutes. Legolas lifted his head and brought his face close to hers. Right before their lips touched Saruman came bursting through the door. He looked straight at Davia, “Come with me.” Legolas tightened his hold on her hand. “Don’t go.” He whispered urgently in her ear. “If I don’t he will kill me.” Davia replied as she stood and walked out of the door, which was bolted behind her.
“What do you want with me, Saruman?” Davia asked trying to hide the nervousness in her voice. “I don’t want anything with you; Delerion does.” Davia trembled at the thought. “Why?” “I’m not sure but I think it has to do with me controlling him. He is getting too smart for his own good.” Saruman remarked venomously. The Elf cringed at his voice. “Is this my doom?” she asked herself.
She was shoved through a door to find she was all alone with Delerion. “Now you are all mine!” he growled. He rushed towards her but stopped short and passed out on the ground. A red mark on his forehead showed where Davia had focused her powers. Davia knew that he would be madder than a hornet when he awoke. She had no way to get out; she was trapped with an Elf that wanted her dead.
When Delerion awoke he looked up at Davia, “Arien.” He whispered weekly. Davia backed away slowly. “Arien, help me!” he cried in agony. “Why should I?” asked Davia skeptically. “I mean, you tried to kill me!” “I did what?” he asked concernedly. “Oh come on, don’t tell me you don’t remember.” Davia paused and looked at his face. She stared into his eyes until he turned away from her. Davia ran to him and took his head in her arms. He grabbed her shoulder and pulled himself into a sitting position. “What did I do to you?” Davia looked into his eyes. She related to him all that had happened between the two of them with out uttering a word. “Arien I am so sorry. Saruman took control of my mind I can only remember our wedding. But it was never confirmed was it?” “No it wasn’t. Do you want it to be.” She asked hoping he didn’t. “No. I never wanted to marry you. How long has it been since then?” “Two thousand, seven hundred sixty years.” “That long?” Delerion gasped. “Yes. Can you get us out of here?” “Yes what do you want me to do?” “First you can call me Davia. Second…” Davia told him of her plans. He smiled and nodded in agreement.
I know I promised that this one would be longer but it was perfect to end it here. The next one will be longer, I promise. I would also appreciate it if people who read this would just let me know what they thought or even if they just read it. It kinda helps my selfesteme (?). THANKS!!! *Hugs all readers* Love ya guys!!