The Fellowship of Ten – Chapter 11: The Walk

by Mar 19, 2003Stories

Gimli dressed in his finest ranement after he woke that morning. He was off to see Galadriel; he thought he was in love. The Fellowship marveled at this, for it was unheard of for a dwarf to love an elf. Legolas was particularly amazed.

“Aye, she is beautiful,” the elf had said, “but I fear I have seen fairer.”

“What did you say? Bend down, Master Elf, and let me examine that head of yours with my ax!” Gimli replied, fingering his ax handle.

So, Gimli had left, and the rest of the boys had awakened, when Kara showed up to the left of Aragorn.

“You wish to speak with me?” she asked, glancing at Sam, who had fallen over as she entered.

“Yes. Can we go for a walk?” Aragorn answered with another question. He was fully aware that the rest of the Fellowship was gawking at his sister. He coughed “Ahem.” a clear sign to stop staring. They all found something to busy themselves with quickly, and Legolas turned away as his face turned a bright shade of pink.

Kara walked out of the pavilion and found a secluded path that hardly anyone ever used anymore. She chuckled as Aragorn jogged up beside her. “Have you taught them no manners since Rivendell?”

“I’ve tried, but they never seem to understand it.” he joked.

“I’m glad to be back on Lorien.” she said as she gazed at the trees on either side of the path. “I miss staying in one place for more than a week. We are staying a while, aren’t we?”

“Yes. I miss it too. But I long to be back in Rivendell.”

“Don’t worry, I know about these things. You will marry Arwen, and you will come into your own. You will see her again, I promise. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“I don’t need your protection.”

“Whatever you say.”

Aragorn thought for a moment. He asked, in a very cautious voice, “What do you think of Legolas?”

“What do you mean, ‘What do I think of Legolas’? He is an extremely good warrior, and curtious, but somehow I don’t think that is what you mean.” Her eyes had shrunken to narrow slits as she said this.

“I mean…” but no one ever found out what he meant.


They turned; it was Haldir.

“Aye. Why do you call?” he called back.

“You are wanted in council with the Lord and Lady.” He noticed Kara and smiled at her.

Aragorn turned to the half elven female. “If you want to leave…”

“No. I’ve been meaning to walk in here for a while. Go on.” She nodded towards Haldir. He left.

The woman continued walking along the path. Perhaps she would have turned or stopped if she knew she was being followed. A song entered her head. She enjoyed music, but she didn’t usually sing it herself.

“O mor henion i dhu,
Ely siriar el sila,
Ai! Aniron…”

(From darkness I understand the night,
dreams flow, a star shines.
Ah! I desire…)

But she was stopped short as two hands slipped around her waist. A voice that she recognized as Legolas’ said softly, almost in her ear,

“And what is it that you desire?”

She felt the warmth of his chest against her back as he pulled her closer to him. Kara looked down at her feet searching for a way out. In one swift motion, she bent and grabbed a dagger that had been in his boot, freed herself from his arms, and whirled around with the edge of the knife at his throat.

“Certainly not that.” she answered. Suddenly all her previous feelings for him changed. How could he come on to her like that? Wasn’t he suppposed to treat women with respect, or did the elves of Mirkwood not teach their princes common curtisy? No, she didn’t want a relationship with someone like that. Not again.

“Forgive me.” He eyed the dagger nervously. What happened? He barely remembered being this close to her. “I didn’t know what I was doing. Your voice…it was hypnotizing to me.”

She lowered the dagger, looking into his eyes. If she had not been searching for the truth, she could have easily have become lost in them. Peircingly blue, the seemed to go on forever.

“You are forgiven.” she handed the dagger back. “Just don’t let it happen again.” Some of the feelings were coming back, but not all.

“If I promise to control myslef, will you sing me the rest of the song? Please?” He sat on a bench about 10 feet ahead of them. She sat down beside him and picked up a yellow flower, twirling it between her fingers.

“Tiro! El eria e mor,
I lir en el luitha uren,
Ai! Aniron…”

(Look! A star rises out of the darkness,
The song of the star enchants my heart.
Ah! I desire…)

Tears had formed in her eyes as she ended. She hastily brushed them away, only to be followed by more.

Legolas understood. “Who was he?” He asked gently.

She looked up and smiled. “Is it that obvious? He is in Rohan. Eomer, Third Marshal of the Mark.”

He brushed away a new tear. “He is lucky to be loved by you.”

“I never said I loved him. I don’t throw that word around as if it didn’t mean much.” she interjected, a little harshly. “It might have worked out, but his loyalty to his King proved more than his loyalty to me.”


“What does ‘hmmmm’ mean?”

“It means that I may have a chance.”

“At what?”

“Nothing.” there was a glint in his eye. He leaned the slightest bit closer to her.

“Are you calling me nothing?” She also leaned closer to him.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.” And their lips met. It was a gentle kiss, but as Legolas wrapped his arms around Kara, it got more passionate. She should have drawn back, but couldn’t. She was enraptured in him. She felt his hand creep down her back to the laces that tied her dress. She caught his hand, and, lowering it gently, ended the kiss.

“If that is going to happen every time, I may have to ban you from kissing me.” she whispered, looking once again into his blue eyes.

“I will control myself, I promise.” He said.

She got up, but found herself being held there by his firm but gentle grasp. “Can we just sit here for a while?” he asked.

She raised her eyebrows, but sat. “Why?”

“I want to know why you are so powerful. You’re strong, and magical, and psychic, and the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. How can you be so wonderful?”

She opened her mouth to tell him, but instead screamed and gripped her right forearm. She shrank into his arms, out cold.


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