"So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. There are other forces at work in this world Frodo besides the will of evil. Bilbo was meant to find the Ring, in which case you also were meant to have it. And that is an encouraging thought."
“That is good that you do not find me that horrid elf as much anymore.” He admitted. It was nice not being considered a bastard elf again, well, not now anyways. He had acted as such before, and did not take offense so much to that.
“Well, Anoron, whether we intended to or not, friendship comes when we least expect it. Hardships or not, it cannot be controlled. But I suppose it would not make sense to befriend another being. Then again, when did anything in this world make sense?” Legolas chuckled, and twined his fingers together, still not looking at her. “The fault is not yours alone, Anoron. It was not right of us to single you out because we did not see you fit for such a journey. Had we trusted Aragorn completely, it would not have mattered who be brought, for they had a purpose. I do not know yours, but I know now that you do have one, and that I respect.” The elf could not speak for the others, being that they would never admit to concerning themselves for anyone but their kin or Aragorn. However, they did not experience what he did. Legolas had cared enough to try to keep her warm after she fell.
Legolas sighed, before he continued. “I care for your company, Anoron. I know that it has taken me a while to accept it, but I finally have. I think that this is a form of friendship, respect. Perhaps not as tight as with you and the others of our company, but it is indeed a stepping stone in that direction. What I mean to say is, that I no long view you as I did, but in a new light. And should you need something, you can come to me if you so wish without having to fear me or my reaction.” Nodding his head, he glanced over to her, then looked down. It was an awkward moment, indeed. Slowly he stood, and walked over to his bed.
Anoron tilted her head slightly, but said nothing. Now he was offering her a shoulder? If she needed something? Well, Anoron planned not to need anything from anyone, save perhaps Aragorn. She'd watch her back. She'd think smart, and not let anything else hinder the group. They were all leaving within a day's time anyway. Slowly, Anoron laid back down. For the most part, she was simply lost within her own thoughts. But she heard Legolas shifting around the room a bit on occasion, before finally leaving for the dinner.
Within an hour of that, a servant knocked on the door, and dinner was brought to her. Cheese, bread, some fruit, and chicken. It was rather good. Anoron sat on her bed, and ate alone and quietly; she could faintly hear the sounds of the rowdy dinner in the great hall -- judging by the voices, it was mostly men anyway. Perhaps it was better she didn't go. They might feel the need to be more reserved due to her presence. Once she was finished eating, Anoron set the plate on the small endtable and laid down -- the food feeling good and making her feel better, yet also, very sleepy. It didn't take her long to fall asleep. She didn't even hear Legolas come in, at whatever hour it was he arrived.
But Anoron's dreams were dark....
Anoron was helping to erect the hall that they were building. More dunedain had come -- more than they expected, or thought to be living. The word had gotten out among the rangers; their new haven was being built, and everyone wished to help. As Anoron did the work, she felt a great sense of longing and pain....
Like, she let something go -- like she missed someone. She saw no one from her present company, and assumed that they had dropped her off and Aragorn had pressed them to continue on. Gazing over, she laid eyes upon Mordecai; but he was lying upon a stretcher, hands crossed over his chest. He was dead. But she didn't feel pity, nor remorse at his passing.....
She felt relief? Why was this? Some sort of resentment and pain linked towards Mordecai now, yet Anoron didn't know why. As she continued helping carry stone - an elven horn sounded. No one else seemed to hear or notice, except for Anoron. Looking to the hillside, she saw Legolas, riding towards her.
For some reason, she was filled with a great swell of excitement, relief, and love. Love? Why so? The elf was coming back, and it made her happy. Behind him, trailed other elves -- Legolas had brought them to help rebuild the dunedain society, and once again, join elves and men together; keeping the mixed bloods, as the dunedain were acceptionally capable people. The elves had always favored them to normal humans.
Yet as they approached, suddenly, a large arrow pierced through the elf, and his eyes widened, before he toppled off his steed. The arrow came from Gurin -- the other ranger who had travelled in the company, and was friends with Mordecai. His eyes held hate for the elf, as he shot him. Gurin was attacked by other Dunedain and elves, but Anoron ran to fallen Legolas.
Concern.... fear.... love..... sadness. Why? Towards this elf? Anoron didn't understand. She wanted to know what had happened. Why she suddenly felt such to Legolas. Why she hated Mordecai. Why Gurin hated Legolas.
Yet as she reached Legolas, and knelt by his side, she was shocked to see he'd turned into Mordecai. His eyes snapped open to reveal pure white; lifeless. Mordecai growled like some kind of beast or ghostly creature, and tackled Anoron onto her back. She tried to scream out.... yet in a dream.... such was not plausable. No sound came out, as Mordecai clawed and shook her.
Yet then, another bow sounded -- and Mordecai gasped, giving an unearthy cry of pain like some demon dying. Turning her head, Anoron saw Legolas standing there, bow drawn and furious gaze. Looking back to Mordecai above her.... Anoron saw blood pooling from him, onto her.
Screaming, Anoron woke up and sat up -- breathing hard and fast, tears having welled in her eyes and she was shaking. Such a dream.
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The sudden sound of a scream jolted the elf out of his dream and back into reality. He jumped. Sitting up quickly, the blue eyes of Legolas turned to Anoron, widen and completely worried. Fearing that someone had entered the room and meant harm, the senses on the elf were on high alert. But as he looked around the room and saw no one, The elf concluded that the ranger must have had a nightmare, or an unpleasant thought. Sighting, and frowning a bit, Legolas pushed back the cover and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Not having time or really thinking about modesty of grabbing a tunic to conceal his upper body, Legolas stood and walked over to her. The elf knelt beside her and the bed, touching her arm lightly.
“Anoron...?” He asked, wanting to be sure that she was truly away, and not to scare her. It was then that he noticed her shaking and her eyes glossy with unfallen tears. It must have been a bad dream to provoke such behavior. Rising and sitting down on the bed beside her, Legolas gazed at her in concern. “Anoron....are you all right? What did you see?...” Legolas asked, trying to get a sense of what had frightened her so. Dreams were a tricky matter, and sometimes a premonition of what would come to pass. Legolas did not dream often, but when he did, it was a serious matter and that had been plaguing his mind. Touching her hand gently, he rubbed the back of it soothingly in hopes of calming her down.
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Not having time or really thinking about modesty of grabbing a tunic to conceal his upper body, Legolas stood and walked over to her. The elf knelt beside her and the bed, touching her arm lightly. “Anoron...?” He asked, wanting to be sure that she was truly away, and not to scare her. It was then that he noticed her shaking and her eyes glossy with unfallen tears. It must have been a bad dream to provoke such behavior.
Rising and sitting down on the bed beside her, Legolas gazed at her in concern. “Anoron....are you all right? What did you see?...” Legolas asked, trying to get a sense of what had frightened her so. Dreams were a tricky matter, and sometimes a premonition of what would come to pass. Legolas did not dream often, but when he did, it was a serious matter and that had been plaguing his mind.
Touching her hand gently, he rubbed the back of it soothingly in hopes of calming her down. Anoron let out a sigh at the contact, actually welcoming it, and not minding the soothing touch of the soft elven hands.
"N-Nothing..." She said, intaking a few deep breaths and trying to calm down her racing heart. "It was a dream, nothing more. Just a dream." She mumbled. Such really couldn't come to pass, could it? What did it even mean?....No, it was nothing. "I-I'm sure it was nothing. With everything that has happened as of late.... I was tense. And on edge. Nothing more." She said with a nod, forcing a smile, but still shaken up about what she'd seen.
It must not come to pass, how could it? Legolas won't care when she leaves the company to build the settlement. He certainly won't come back, and if he ever did, she wouldn't be that happy to see him. Would she? Why had she hated Mordecai? "Really, I'm fine," She insisted, giving Legolas' hand a slight squeeze, before releasing it.
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Re: The Webs We Weave"N-Nothing..." She said, intaking a few deep breaths and trying to calm down her racing heart. "It was a dream, nothing more. Just a dream." She mumbled. Such really couldn't come to pass, could it? What did it even mean?....No, it was nothing. "I-I'm sure it was nothing. With everything that has happened as of late.... I was tense. And on edge. Nothing more." She said with a nod, forcing a smile, but still shaken up about what she'd seen. It must not come to pass, how could it? Legolas won't care when she leaves the company to build the settlement. He certainly won't come back, and if he ever did, she wouldn't be that happy to see him. Would she? Why had she hated Mordecai? "Really, I'm fine," She insisted, giving Legolas' hand a slight squeeze, before releasing it.
Frowning a bit, Legolas sighed, and then slowly nodded. He could not force her to tell him her dream, or what had startled her. Why would she tell him of all people? The person that would hear from her would be Aragorn, not him. The elf was foolish to think that she would tell him something personal willingly. But, he could hope, couldn’t he? It wasn’t easy trying to start off on a better foot, especially with two races, not entirely different, and not entirely the same. “As you wish, Anoron..” He whispered, patting her hand again with assurance. “Though I do not believe that it was nothing, I will not beg of you to tell me when you do not wish to share it. Such news is for someone like Aragorn, someone more close to you, I suppose.”
And he shrugged. Thrusting himself upon her would not help a companionship or friendship bloom. Glancing down, Legolas rose from the side of her bed, and looked down at her. “The look in your eyes tells me that it was more than nothing, or something simply from tension. Anoron, do not tell me it is nothing if you are not willing to share with me. All you have to say is that you are not comfortable with telling such to me. I promise I’d understand. Perhaps I could get you some tea to calm your nerves?” The elf offered, canting his head to the side. Perhaps a cup of tea would help calm her tense nerves and ease her mind so she would not have a bad dream again this might.
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Re: The Webs We Weave“As you wish, Anoron..” He whispered, patting her hand again with assurance. “Though I do not believe that it was nothing, I will not beg of you to tell me when you do not wish to share it. Such news is for someone like Aragorn, someone more close to you, I suppose.”
She nodded; yes. Aragorn. Perhaps she could tell him, if such a thing still bothered her later. And he shrugged; glancing down, Legolas rose from the side of her bed, and looked down at her. “The look in your eyes tells me that it was more than nothing, or something simply from tension. Anoron, do not tell me it is nothing if you are not willing to share with me. All you have to say is that you are not comfortable with telling such to me. I promise I’d understand. Perhaps I could get you some tea to calm your nerves?” The elf offered, canting his head to the side.
She looked up to him calmly - there was no need to get offended. Anoron didn't think it was anything; at least, so she was convincing herself.
"I am not willing to share with you." She said calmly, looking right up at him into blue eyes. "And no... thank you. No tea." She said. She'd almost had enough of tea, and athelas tea, and medicine. She wanted to battle now, without the aid of herbs and potents. She wanted to do this herself. "The dream was simply that; a dream." Anoron reassured him, before slipping back beneath her soft sheets.
Part of her felt bad; for not telling Legolas, but how could she? It was only embarrass her. Explaining it. What she saw. He would probably laugh and make fun of such a dream -- reminding her she was naught but a foolish human, beneath his wisdom in centuries. "Good night," She said softly, resting her head on the pillows and exhaling a deep breath, her body beginning to feel weary once more.
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Re: The Webs We Weave"I am not willing to share with you." She said calmly, looking right up at him into blue eyes. "And no... thank you. No tea." She said. She'd almost had enough of tea, and athelas tea, and medicine. She wanted to battle now, without the aid of herbs and potent. She wanted to do this herself. "The dream was simply that; a dream." Anoron reassured him, before slipping back beneath her soft sheets. Part of her felt bad; for not telling Legolas, but how could she? It was only embarrass her. Explaining it. What she saw. He would probably laugh and make fun of such a dream -- reminding her she was naught but a foolish human, beneath his wisdom in centuries. "Good night," She said softly, resting her head on the pillows and exhaling a deep breath, her body beginning to feel weary once more.
Legolas nodded to her, and moved away from her side. Part of him was hurt that she did not tell him, but the elf did not express his hurt or utter it. “Good night, Anoron.” Legolas replied, watching her tuck herself in for a moment, before stepping back over to his bed. Slowly he lowered himself back down into his bead and pulled the covers up closer to him, settling back on his side and taking a deep breath. However, before he could fall asleep, there was a soft knock on the door. At first he ignored it, hoping that the person would take the hint and go away, but the knocking upon the wooden door continued. Did they not know what time in the night it was? A few hours away from the early morning.
Mumbling softly to himself, the elf pushed back the covers again and swung his legs over the side f the bed. Legolas was tired of getting up, but it could have been Aragorn, and he did not want to keep his friend out there waiting. He rubbed the back of his neck while blue orbs glanced over to Anoron. He could not tell if she was asleep or not, but he assumed that she was. Reaching the door, Legolas opened it slowly, poking his head to see who it was. Mordecai. Did this man not go to sleep? Legolas frowned. Glancing behind him to Anoron, the elf slipped out of the room and closed the door behind him. Should they get into another argument, the elf did not want her to hear it, or concerned herself about it. Mordecai cared about her great, perhaps more than he spoke verbally. Actions told the elf that he was in love with her, and he was not going to mess with that, but right now she was asleep, and he need ed to the same.
A few minutes passed by, and it was not until later when the door opened again, and Legolas stepped back in, obviously upset from the ranger’s words. Closing the door softly, the angered elf walked over to the bed and laid down again. The covers were snatched up over him and his back was to her. He closed his eyes, hoping to fall asleep and forget Mordecai’s foul words to him. And slowly but surely, the elf began to drift off into slumber once more.
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Anoron had heard Legolas leave, and return. Why, she didn't know. She thought she heard someone knock upon the door. Perhaps Aragorn or someone else. But whomever it was - Legolas didn't seem to come back happy. Anoron couldn't hear what was said, but she'd heard intense whispering; accusation, almost. Though her curiosity tended to get the better of her, Anoron said nothing for now, and soon, feel to slumber.
Come morning, she woke herself rather early - yet saw Legolas had been up and gone long before her; his bed made and things placed in an orderly fashion. So like an elf. Neat and rarely sleeps for long periods of time. Always the first to rise to greet the sun. Sliding out of bed, Anoron looked down to herself, and noted she was still in the burgandy gown. Not one for dressing up without reason - Anoron took it off, and changed into her ranger attire once more, which was now dry and mended to since her plunge beneath the cold water.
Shrugging on her long black jacket and doing up the stringed, chest-tie of it -- Anoron then tossed on her cloak, clasping it at the top. There. She finally felt like her old self again in such clothing. She examined herself in the mirror briefly, before heading out of the room, on her own, for the first time in a few days. Walking along the stone corridors and heading to the main chamber of Meduseld, she saw not many were about this hour of the morning. Some servants, preparing breakfast, others cleaning - some women washing.
Anoron headed outside, and was greeted by the crisp, cleaning morning air. She intook a deep breath and walked over to the stairs, before seating herself down, and admiring the morning view.
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Anoron headed outside, and was greeted by the crisp, cleaning morning air. She intook a deep breath and walked over to the stairs, before seating herself down, and admiring the morning view.
“Well here is a sight to see.” Came the voice of Mordecai from behind. The sound of his feet echoed as he moved to her side and sat down beside her. His eyes looked her over quickly. A beautiful woman she was. But she was also looking better now that she had recovered from the fall in the ice. “You look different today, Anoron. “He paused, locking eyes with her. “For the better I would say. You had a nasty fall, but I had confidence that you would not give up so easily.” There was truth in his words, and it was not just a compliment. Well, it was, but she did not know that, and she did not have to. She was a ranger and a survivor. Anoron could take care of herself.
But, why should she have to when he would gladly take care of her as well? Anoron did not have to. His arms rested on his knees as he sat there beside her on the step, casting a glance out into the morning light and the plains of Rohan. How romantic, but not as beautiful as the woman sitting next to him. “Are you feeling as good as you look, Anoron?” Mordecai asked, genuinely concerned for her well being. Mordecai was in love, and though he had not admitted it yet, but she was the center of his universe. There was nothing that he would not do for her. Mordecai would die for her and kill for her. In his heart, he hoped that she would feel the same for him.
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Re: The Webs We Weave“Well here is a sight to see.” Came the voice of Mordecai from behind. The sound of his feet echoed as he moved to her side and sat down beside her. His eyes looked her over quickly. A beautiful woman she was. But she was also looking better now that she had recovered from the fall in the ice. “You look different today, Anoron." He paused, locking eyes with her. “For the better I would say. You had a nasty fall, but I had confidence that you would not give up so easily.” There was truth in his words, and it was not just a compliment.
She nodded slowly. "Thank you, Mordecai. I feel better." She said, giving him a small smile before looking out to the morning sunrise once more.
His arms rested on his knees as he sat there beside her on the step, casting a glance out into the morning light and the plains of Rohan. How romantic, but not as beautiful as the woman sitting next to him. “Are you feeling as good as you look, Anoron?” Mordecai asked, genuinely concerned for her well being.
"I suppose, thought a compliment on my looks is hardly worth giving. I am but a ranger, and my clothes, and even face, is probably weather worn with the time spent in the wild." She smiled. Anoron knew she was no where near the fairest being, nor perhaps worthy of a love. She wasn't looking for one - confident love would simply find it's course if it was meant for her.
Mordecai smiled. "Do not downplay your beauty Anoron, it is quite a thing to behold. You are beautiful in a unique way. And although such high and might ELVES may not see it...." He spat out, but then went calm. "I do." He said, taking her hand gently.
"Mordecai," She said, giving a nervous laugh, and sliding her hand away from his. "I thank you for such kind words... but, I have done nothing to deserve them. We are both comrads - and I respect you as only that. A dear friend." She smiled, trying to divert this conversation from where it was going. She could see something in his eyes.
Yet it disappeared. Mordecai knew this was more or less a rejection. "You were quick enough to trust the elf again... why? Because he is fair of face and tongue? He's bewitched you with words. Have you so little faith in the devotion and love of your own people?" He questioned desperately, anger beginning to rise within him. "Yes, there is weakness for beauty and love; there is frailty. But there is courage also, and honour to be found in me.... but you will not see that!...Why!?" He asked, growing angry.
Anoron stood, and Mordecai followed after, still boring his eyes into hers. She paused, trying to think of something to say, yet shook her head slightly, before beginning to turn away. Yet Mordecai scatched her arm roughly, and pulled her back to him. "You are afraid!... All your life, you have hidden in the shadows, hidden in the wilderness, avoiding me so carefully!...Do not think I have been blind to it! You avoid my advances as if I were some orc or demon!...You are simply scared of who you are, of what you are -- you are scared of love!...To love me, as you know you want to." He breathed out darkly.
Pulling her arm from him, she paused, green eyes blazing with hidden anger. She hated dominant males; Mordecai had shown signs of being one.... many times. THAT is why Anoron avoided him. Adjusting her coat a bit, she turned to leave.... yet stopped, and spun back to glare at Mordecai.
"I would not risk my heart being in the hands of someone as possessive as you..." She said darkly, and quietly to be discrete. Mordecai's eyes went dark -- hurt, rejected, jealous, and furious. Pausing, Anoron turned and walked away from him, heading around the side of Meduseld -- yet upon moving around in that direction and turning the corner, she came face to face with Legolas; a grave look upon his face.
His presence made Anoron stop in her tracks and look to him. By the look in his eyes, she knew he'd heard. Eyes were a big clue. Eyes.... and the fact Legolas had his bow drawn in his hands, clutching it. Anoron's green eyes shifted to it briefly, before back up to Legolas' blue orbs. "I'm sure there will be no need for that..." She said softly, brushing past where Legolas stood. He had been around the corner from where Mordecai and Anoron had been. He must've thought Mordecai might be inclined to do something rash.
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Lurking around the corner not far was indeed the Elven prince. The elf had risen early to greet the day and get some of his practice in. Legolas wanted to keep his skills tuned, and also to vent frustration. But upon returning to the entrance of the halls that led to his room, he heard voices. One belonged to Mordecai. His hand tightened on his bow; knuckles turned white. That man. Legolas did not think it right to hate someone so much, but Legolas did. He hated him even more than when he had loathed Anoron. No, this was a different hate. Mordecai was in love with Anoron, perhaps a bit too much. Keeping out of sight, yet certainly not out of ear shout, Legolas listened closely to their conversation. With each word of Mordecai, his hand tightened on the wood of the bow.
"I would not risk my heart being in the hands of someone as possessive as you..." She said darkly, and quietly to be discrete. Mordecai's eyes went dark -- hurt, rejected, jealous, and furious. Pausing, Anoron turned and walked away from him, heading around the side of Meduseld -- yet upon moving around in that direction and turning the corner, she came face to face with Legolas; a grave look upon his face.
His presence made Anoron stop in her tracks and look to him. By the look in his eyes, she knew he'd heard. Eyes were a big clue. Eyes.... and the fact Legolas had his bow drawn in his hands, clutching it. Anoron's green eyes shifted to it briefly, before back up to Legolas' blue orbs. "I'm sure there will be no need for that..." She said softly, brushing past where Legolas stood. He had been around the corner from where Mordecai and Anoron had been. He must've thought Mordecai might be inclined to do something rash.
But this time, Legolas did not leave her. Instead, he followed her, bot still in hand and ready. Legolas would not have hesitate to out an arrow in Mordecai, had he harmed Anoron. However, the elf would have tried to scare the man off first, and if that did not work, then he would open fire. “I am sure that there will be a time where I would have to use it, if not to kill, then to bluff.” Legolas answered, falling in stride beside Anoron. “You know that he will not forget this, or be sensible and leave. The man is infatuated with you, Anoron. He will not leave you be.” That night Mordecai had tried to warn the elf off again, and switch rooms with him so he could be with her. The elf refused, and that made the ranger hate him even more. Somehow, Legolas had a feeling that conversation would happen.
Legolas moved in front of her, blocking her path and gazing down at her with a stern gaze, but not out of anger, concern. “You have to do something to keep him away from you. When we continue on, it will only get worse, and the last thing we need in this company are more fights. We have had enough of them already. Tell Aragorn. The longer he stays, the more threat he poses to you. He is dangerous, Anoron, and he will hurt you. I do not want to see that.” To him, the man was not a threat. Legolas held no fear or remorse in shooting the bastard. The man ahd insulted him and tried to bully him into being with Anoron. It was a taste of his own medicine, but because there was another involved, Legolas could not simply disregard it. Aragorn’s protectiveness for Anoron was rubbing off on him, and the sindarin did not want to see her in the hands of that ranger again. “If you will not do something about it, I shall.” And they both knew what that would be.
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But this time, Legolas did not leave her. Instead, he followed her, bot still in hand and ready. “I am sure that there will be a time where I would have to use it, if not to kill, then to bluff.” Legolas answered, falling in stride beside Anoron. “You know that he will not forget this, or be sensible and leave. The man is infatuated with you, Anoron. He will not leave you be.” He said. Legolas moved in front of her, blocking her path and gazing down at her with a stern gaze, but not out of anger, concern. “You have to do something to keep him away from you. When we continue on, it will only get worse, and the last thing we need in this company are more fights. We have had enough of them already. Tell Aragorn. The longer he stays, the more threat he poses to you. He is dangerous, Anoron, and he will hurt you. I do not want to see that.” To him, the man was not a threat. Legolas held no fear or remorse in shooting the bastard. Aragorn’s protectiveness for Anoron was rubbing off on him, and the Sindarin did not want to see her in the hands of that ranger again. “If you will not do something about it, I shall.” And they both knew what that would be.
"No please." Anoron said, grasping his arm. "Say and do nothing. I will handle this. Unwanted advances, such as from Mordecai, are merely a nuisence. No real threat. I have known such a man for a while now -- he is all talk. He knows my bond with Aragorn, and knows, that one word from me against him - will divert him of his head." She said, reassuring the elf. Yet that was all well and good now.... however, at the settlement, Aragorn would not be there. Anoron would be there, with Mordecai and Gardin -- until other Dunedain arrived.
She knew THEN, she would have to be on alert. But while in the company, she didn't think Mordecai would try anything. Green, understanding orbs looked up at Legolas' fair face, his taller form close to her own; eyes filled with concern and warning. Reaching up, Anoron cupped his cheek gently, and gave him a small smile, before brushing past him once more. Legolas paused, reflecting on the touch.... what it could have meant, or why the tenderness behind it.
Yet as his eyes drew up - he saw Mordecai standing near the other side, eyes boring right towards where Legolas now stood, and where Anoron had been standing. He'd seen the touch she'd given the elf -- and now, Mordecai was convinced the two were involved in some kind of affair.
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Re: The Webs We Weave"No please." Anoron said, grasping his arm. "Say and do nothing. I will handle this. Unwanted advances, such as from Mordecai, are merely a nuisance. No real threat. I have known such a man for a while now -- he is all talk. He knows my bond with Aragorn, and knows, that one word from me against him - will divert him of his head." She said, reassuring the elf. Yet that was all well and good now.... however, at the settlement, Aragorn would not be there. Anoron would be there, with Mordecai and Gardin -- until other Dunedain arrived. Reaching up, Anoron cupped his cheek gently, and gave him a small smile, before brushing past him once more.
Legolas paused, reflecting on the touch.... what it could have meant, or why the tenderness behind it. The only person who had touched his cheek like that before was his former lover, but even that was so long ago. He actually missed such a touch, and it was rather warming to him. It was soft, and something he did not expect. What could it have meant? Was Anoron having a change of heart in regard to her words of not pursuing a friendship? Possibly. Legolas had almost forgotten what that feeling was like—the hand of a woman upon his cheek in a gentle and comforting manner. His hand upon his bow loosened.
Yet as his eyes drew up - he saw Mordecai standing near the other side, eyes boring right towards where Legolas now stood, and where Anoron had been standing. He'd seen the touch she'd given the elf -- and now, Mordecai was convinced the two were involved in some kind of affair. A frown sat on his brow, but the elf said nothing. That look. Legolas had seen it before, and it was of nothing but utter hostility. That was a danger zone, and the elf realized that he too had to be on his guard, not just for Anoron but for himself as well. Legolas had no doubt that Anoron could hold her own, but Mordecai had more strength than her, and if faced with him in brute strength, he would outlast her.
The elf returned the look, warning him to stay away, before turning on his heels and moving away from him. And even as he walked, his blue eyes constantly watched the retreating Anoron. Truly worried for her safety now. Deep down, Legolas had a feeling that the man would not leave her alone, even when they bean to travel once again. It would only get worse. But, he could not tell anyone, for Anoron had told him not to. But when did he start caring about her? From the start. Anger concealed his concern for her, but now it had changed into a new light.
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The whole day was mostly spent in preperation. The small company gathered supplies and prepare to make leave tomorrow morning. Their horses were even kept in the Rohan stables, and tended by the best horsemen in the city; given the uttermost care, brushed, fed and given a proper amount of love and exercise to ensure a good ride from their owners the next morning.
Anoron had avoided Mordecai for the rest of the day -- yet every so often, she'd see him staring at her darkly and angrily. Every time he even SEEMED as if he were approaching, Anoron would leave and go elsewhere. This only furthered to anger Mordecai. Yet as night began to fall, Anoron found herself again, void of any appetite, and merely retired to her room. With everything that had happened... eating was the last thing on her mind. She made a note to ride close to Aragorn tomorrow.... or perhaps even Legolas. Oddly enough, Legolas. The elf who'd been so cruel to her, and now, was just as protective of her as Aragorn.
Whatever the king had said to Legolas, seemed to be working. Trying to keep herself busy, Anoron mingled around the room, packing various clothing into it. Yet that took no time at all, and again, she was bored. But then her eyes settled upon Legolas' pack. There was a small, rolled paper which could be barely seen beneath the pack flap. Curiosity got the better of her, and Anoron headed towards it. Sure that Legolas was not around, Anoron slid the rolled parchment out, and unravelled it. It was a letter.
Addressed to Legolas, from someone named Nawyn. Tilting her head, Anoron read it -- she had some difficulty, as it was in fluent elvish. But still, Anoron was able to pick up the basis of the letter. It was a she-elf.... telling Legolas she could no longer wait for his return, and in his absnece, she'd found comfort in the arms of another elf. She spoke of still loving him, but his love of travel and adventure, did not agree with her need to stay in one place and raise a family. It was beautifully written, and kind at that....
Anoron could instantly pick up a vibe from the letter; one of love. Legolas and this elfess had loved one another - but Legolas' lifestyle of travelling and scouting was not enough for her. So she married another.
The letter was worn, and Anoron had no doubt Legolas kept it -- reading it over and over when no one was watching. She couldn't imagine Legolas telling anyone - save perhaps Aragorn. She suddenly felt great pity towards him. Perhaps Legolas had given way to this break up, as a reason to be weary of women. Maybe not just Anoron personally, but all women. Glancing over the letter one last time, Anoron wrapped it up, and placed it back into his pack where it was, before moving away.
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Not long after, the elf opened the door to their room. In his arms were folded up blankets and spare cloaks of the rohirrim. Eomer had been kind enough to give them all some spare blankets and cloaks for their journey. Legolas carried two of each, one for himself and another for Anoron. He closed the door with his foot and walked over to his bed. “Eomer has given us some blankets and cloaks for the trip. I brought you a blanket and a cloak. Though I do not need the cloak, someone else might be able to put it into use, should something happen and they need an extra cloak.” Said he, picking up a cloak and blanket for her, and then setting them down on the edge of her bed. In everything that he did, Legolas was formal, at least, when it came to a quest or mission.
Among friends, he was, well, himself: a mischievous elf who was like a young boy, curious, hot tempered (though not as much as his father), and adventurous. Legolas lifted his pack on the bed and opened it. The scroll was taken out and set aside, away from her, and the clothing was stuffed in. Finally, the letter was pushed down along the side of it, so no one would see it when he opened his pack. The elf had no idea that Anoron had looked at the scroll and opened it. No one knew of the letter, not even Aragorn. However, the king did know that Legolas had a difficult time with his past lover, and the pain was great. Legolas was glad for a friend like Aragorn to help him through that rough time, which was years and years ago. Since then, the elf swore he would not get involved with women, or let the emotional ride take over him. Or so he thought.
The pack was placed back down on the floor beside the bed. “Did you have dinner already, Anoron?” He asked. Legolas had not had anything to eat, and a hot meal was sounding very good. “I am going to get something from the kitchen, I can bring you back something if you’d like.” His eyes glanced over to her, and his brow arched, emphasizing his question.
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Legolas carried two of each, one for himself and another for Anoron. He closed the door with his foot and walked over to his bed. “Eomer has given us some blankets and cloaks for the trip. I brought you a blanket and a cloak. Though I do not need the cloak, someone else might be able to put it into use, should something happen and they need an extra cloak.” Said he, picking up a cloak and blanket for her, and then setting them down on the edge of her bed. In everything that he did, Legolas was formal, at least, when it came to a quest or mission.
Legolas lifted his pack on the bed and opened it. The scroll was taken out and set aside, away from her, and the clothing was stuffed in. Finally, the letter was pushed down along the side of it, so no one would see it when he opened his pack. The elf had no idea that Anoron had looked at the scroll and opened it. Anoron watched him, wondering if suddenly he'd stop, and accuse her of reading it, or notice it was slightly different than before. But he didn't.
The pack was placed back down on the floor beside the bed. “Did you have dinner already, Anoron?” He asked. Legolas had not had anything to eat, and a hot meal was sounding very good. “I am going to get something from the kitchen, I can bring you back something if you’d like.” His eyes glanced over to her, and his brow arched, emphasizing his question.
"I would do well with some bread... thank you," She said, nodding to him. Anoron knew she had to keep to what she ate during travel. If she ate large meals, then she would grow more hungry on the journey, and want to eat more. Anoron picked up her own pack and placed it on the bed, routing through it a bit, and arranging different things. Merely trying to look busy. Legolas' presence brought an odd comfort to her now. Yet since gently touching his cheek - his skin had been incredibly soft.
But that said nothing. Elves were known for their beauty; not necessarily on the inside, but physically. Anoron knew she had NO chance at wooing such a being as an elf. The only males she seemed to attract were men like Mordecai.
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"I would do well with some bread... thank you," She said, nodding to him. Anoron knew she had to keep to what she ate during travel. If she ate large meals, then she would grow more hungry on the journey, and want to eat more. Anoron picked up her own pack and placed it on the bed, routing through it a bit, and arranging different things. Merely trying to look busy. Legolas' presence brought an odd comfort to her now. Yet since gently touching his cheek - his skin had been incredibly soft.
Bread? That was all she wanted? That was curious to Legolas, for even though they were traveling, they would have more than just bread and meat. Along with their packing they had carried some fruit that was not perishable as quickly as others. Nodding to her, Legolas walked to the door, and opened it. “I shall return shortly.” Closing the door behind him, Legolas looked around, making sure that Mordecai was not lurking around the corners. Once sure that he was not around, Legolas headed down to the kitchen to get them both something to eat.
Slipping around the corner was Mordecai, staring at the door that was Anoron’s room. Quietly he returned to it and stared at the door for a moment in a mixture of anger, pain, Finally, before the elf would return, Mordecai opened the door and slipped into the room, closing the door behind him and locking it. “Why won’t you love me?!” He cried, leaning against the door, staring at her intensely. “I am more worthy of a lover than that elf! Anoron! Why will you not love me! Tell me what I am to do to win your affections and I will do it!” pushing off of the door, he neared her and took Anoron’s hand in his own, pulling her close to him. “My heart has fallen for you! You cannot change that! Accept it! Do you think that an elf will love you? When he sails you will be alone forever! Is that what you want?! A person to leave you here to die alone?! I would never do such to you!”
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Nodding to her, Legolas walked to the door, and opened it. “I shall return shortly.” Closing the door behind him, Legolas looked around, making sure that Mordecai was not lurking around the corners. Once sure that he was not around, Legolas headed down to the kitchen to get them both something to eat.
Slipping around the corner was Mordecai, staring at the door that was Anoron’s room. Quietly he returned to it and stared at the door for a moment in a mixture of anger, pain; finally, before the elf would return, Mordecai opened the door and slipped into the room, closing the door behind him and locking it. “Why won’t you love me?!” He cried, leaning against the door, staring at her intensely. “I am more worthy of a lover than that elf! Anoron! Why will you not love me! Tell me what I am to do to win your affections and I will do it!” pushing off of the door, he neared her and took Anoron’s hand in his own, pulling her close to him. “My heart has fallen for you! You cannot change that! Accept it! Do you think that an elf will love you? When he sails you will be alone forever! Is that what you want?! A person to leave you here to die alone?! I would never do such to you!”
"I do NOT think an elf would love me, Mordecai, and I have no intentions to fall in love with one!" She spat out, tearing her arm from him. "But it shall NOT be you, either!... I do not love you, Mordecai; I see you as nothing but a companion, accept that! I promised myself to be cautious when it came to matters of my heart, and I do not need your obsessive jealousy looming over me!" She said honestly, turning away from him. "Leave my chambers. Now." She ordered.
Mordecai looked to her darkly, grounded and shaking in rage. Yet then, the doornob twisted, yet couldn't open because of the lock. It was Legolas. "Anoron?" Came a sweet voice from the other side. Mordecai looked to the door - then back to Anoron angrily.
"You...WILL...love me. You do not see it yet.... but you will." He threatened, before moving to the door, and pulling it open after unlocking it. Legolas' soft features immediately hardened at the sight of Mordecai there, opening HIS door. Mordecai glared at the elf, but the elf's eyes were too intense, and eventually caused Mordecai to look away and brush past the elf, before leaving the hall. Legolas entered the room, and latched the door behind him. Locked.
Anoron sat on the edge of her bed; thinking about Mordecai's threats and his words. Why did he think she loved Legolas?.... Perhaps she'd been staring at him more than usual. His golden hair and smooth skin. Perhaps Mordecai had noticed.
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Mordecai looked to her darkly, grounded and shaking in rage. Yet then, the doorknob twisted, yet couldn't open because of the lock. It was Legolas. “Anoron?” Came a sweet voice from the other side. Mordecai looked to the door - then back to Anoron angrily.
Legolas frowned a bit, confused as to why she had locked the door. How odd. Perhaps she was dressing and did not want him to barge in on her. In one of his long and slender hands was a basket filled with some bread, fruits, and cheese. It wasn’t a heavy meal, but a nourishing one nonetheless. Tucked in beside the bread was a bottle of not wine, but water. Two cups were on the bottom of the basket, under the food. Again, the elf jigged the handle of the door. But another voice could be heard by the keen earing of the elves, and Legolas’ brow arched. The voice as not too familiar, but the words were. Who was in there with her? Legolas was now growing concerned, and his knob turning became more frequent. “Anoron? Why is this door loc—”
Mordecai moved to the door, and pulled it open after unlocking it. Legolas' soft features immediately hardened at the sight of Mordecai there, opening HIS door. What purpose had he to be here? Anoron. The man did not take no for an answer. Mordecai glared at the elf, but the elf's eyes were too intense, and eventually caused Mordecai to look away and brush past the elf, before leaving the hall. Cold, blue eyes watched the ranger retreat, making sure that he was down the hall and out of his sight. His hand gripped he handle of the basket rightly, and his jaw was firm. The elf was angry, but trying to control his temper. Legolas entered the room, and latched the door behind him. Locked.
Anoron sat on the edge of her bed; thinking about Mordecai's threats and his words. Why did he think she loved Legolas?.... Perhaps she'd been staring at him more than usual. His golden hair and smooth skin. Perhaps Mordecai had noticed.
“Did he hurt you? What did he say?” The elf asked quickly, moving to her side and setting the basket on the bed. He was tired of constantly seeing Mordecai around her. The man had gone over the edge, and in his absence, he prayed to Eru that he did not harm a hair on her lovely head. If he had, Legolas would find out and make him pay for that. “Anoron. Tell me.” His voice was firm, but when he realized he must have sounded a bit too harsh, he sighed, releasing the pent up anger and corrected himself. “Please. I cannot help you if you do not tell me what he said to you...”
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Re: The Webs We Weave“Did he hurt you? What did he say?” The elf asked quickly, moving to her side and setting the basket on the bed. He was tired of constantly seeing Mordecai around her. The man had gone over the edge, and in his absence, he prayed to Eru that he did not harm a hair on her lovely head. If he had, Legolas would find out and make him pay for that. “Anoron. Tell me.” His voice was firm, but when he realized he must have sounded a bit too harsh, he sighed, releasing the pent up anger and corrected himself. “Please. I cannot help you if you do not tell me what he said to you...”
Anoron shook her head a bit, standing. "Nothing he hasn't said before. He wants to know why I won't love him - why I listen to you, and why I am trying to push him away." She said, pacing slightly, growing more agitated. Her eyes noticed the basket Legolas had brought of food. She sighed, touched at his thoughtfullness, but Mordecai's visits were drawing a thin line to her anger. "He doesn't understand.... he just won't accept that I want nothing to do with him in the ways of love! I've tried speaking to him, but it won't work." She said, growling. Then she let out a small, sarcastic laugh. "Perhaps I should just write him a letter like your love did t-" But Anoron stopped herself, covering her mouth in shock. She hadn't meant to say that.
Her green eyes slowly turned up at Legolas, wondering if he'd caught it. By the bewildered look in his eyes, she knew he had. "I'm sorry," Anoron said softly, knowing that he'd probably be upset that she read it. Walking over to him, Anoron grasped his shoulders and began to place various kisses on his cheek. He was the only protector she had against Mordecai, since Aragorn didn't know anything about it -- and now, Anoron realized she might've blown it, because she'd read his letter. "I'm sorry, please, do not be angry, I--" But she was cut short as Legolas shoved her away.
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Anoron shook her head a bit, standing. "Nothing he hasn't said before. He wants to know why I won't love him - why I listen to you, and why I am trying to push him away." She said, pacing slightly, growing more agitated. Her eyes noticed the basket Legolas had brought of food. She sighed, touched at his thoughtfulness, but Mordecai's visits were drawing a thin line to her anger. "He doesn't understand.... he just won't accept that I want nothing to do with him in the ways of love! I've tried speaking to him, but it won't work." She said, growling. Then she let out a small, sarcastic laugh. "Perhaps I should just write him a letter like your love did t-" But Anoron stopped herself, covering her mouth in shock. She hadn't meant to say that.
Her green eyes slowly turned up at Legolas, wondering if he'd caught it. By the bewildered look in his eyes, she knew he had. "I'm sorry," Anoron said softly, knowing that he'd probably be upset that she read it. Walking over to him, Anoron grasped his shoulders and began to place various kisses on his cheek. He was the only protector she had against Mordecai, since Aragorn didn't know anything about it -- and now, Anoron realized she might've blown it, because she'd read his letter. "I'm sorry, please, do not be angry, I--" But she was cut short as Legolas shoved her away.
She had read it. The most personal thing that he owned, and she had read it when he was not around. Legolas blinked, before a frown was set on his lips. Legolas wondered what else had she taken or seen of his. He was far beyond upset. Anoron had looked into his heart, a place where not even his closest friend had seen. She knew of his past relationship and why it ended. Standing, the elf backed away from her. Legolas appeared as if she had plunged a knife deep into his chest. “You....read my letter?” He asked in disbelief, anger and pain rising. “You...read my LETTER?” Eyes narrowed into thin slits. Oh yes, he was angry.
He took deep breaths, trying to push down that rising anger, but thus far, it was not helping to lessen the pain. Did Anoron always snoop like this, especially something as personal as that? “You were not given permission to read that. No one is. I am beyond angry, Anoron. You..” Legolas growled, stopping himself and looking down. His jaw clenched and unclenched. “A letter would not help you, Anoron. The pain will still be there. Is there anything ELSE of mine that you went through while I was not here? Why don’t you route through Mordecai’s bag, perhaps you’ll find something work while in there!” Legolas barked out before he bit his tongue, stopping anymore harsh words from flying out.
Shaking his head, the elf moved to the window and gazed out of it. He couldn’t go anywhere, for even though he was upset with what she had down, Legolas could not leave her to Mordecai’s hands. That would be wrong, and he did not want to live with knowing that he could have stopped the man if something happened. Hands rasped the window ledge and gave a tight squeeze; his grip was so tight that his knuckles were turning into a pale white. Blue eyes closed as the mind and heart began to vent silently. A bad habit that he had developed, especially since his lover, Nawyn, had left him, the elf held in his emotions, and did not show them easily to others. Legolas kept them all in. Silently, his hard gaze shot a glare at her, and then outside, speaking silently to the Valar for help to take this pain away from him. Anoron had hit a cord, one that no one had plucked.
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