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Journey Of A Butterfly	By : Mel99Moe Category: -Fourth Age to Modern times and beyond > Het - Male/Female Views: 5714 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 12 - Close Call

Terrwyn dreamt of giant beech trees and sweet smelling meadows. She climbed high into one of the trees. Someone was chasing her, but she was not frightened. They were only playing. She laughed as she easily jumped from branch to branch, having no fear of falling. The experience was so freeing and she thought she would never feel better than this, that was until she started to wake up. Her head hurt terribly, as if someone was hammering inside her skull repeatedly. As she blinked her eyes, the light coming in through a window did not make matters any better. Terrwyn tried to move her head but the pain was too much. She moaned as she looked around, her eyes slowly coming into focus.

“Where am I?” she croaked, noticing how dry and parched her throat felt.

“You are in the healing houses in Minas Tirith,” said a familiar voice. It was the elf from earlier.

Terrwyn’s mind had to play catch up as she remembered what happened. The elf bought roses and gold ribbon. They talked briefly, and then it began to rain. She crossed the street. There was a large horse and--.

“My flowers! My cart!” she exclaimed. She tried to move again but her head throbbed. It hurt so bad, she felt nauseous, and the spinning did not help either.

“Try not to move, lady Terrwyn. The healers said you had a pretty hard fall. You have a slight concussion also,” Legolas said to her.

Terrwyn managed to turn her head enough to look down and see two booted feet crossed one over the other at the end of her bed. She stared at the dark brown boots. It was funny, but even with her head pounding she couldn’t help but notice how worn and ragged they looked. She knew this elf was well off and could afford a new pair. “Your boots, why do you wear such a haggard looking pair?” It was a strange way to start a conversation, but for some reason, it bothered her.

“Now you sound like my wife,” Legolas said cheerfully and laughed. “These boots are probably as old as you are. They have seen me through many troubled times. I would part with them no sooner than I would part with my horse.”

“What happened, my lord?” Terrwyn asked, forgetting about his dirty boots and squeezing her eyes shut, trying to block out the light.

“First of all, I would have you call me by my name. I feel we know each other well enough, since I have been here watching over you for the past three days. And secondly, to answer your question, you were almost run over by a spooked horse, and a mighty big one at that.”

Terrwyn tried hard to concentrate on what he was telling her. “I have been asleep for three days?”

“I’m afraid so. As I said, you have a slight concussion and the healers have been giving you herbs and medicine to keep you quiet and allow time for healing. Just this morning, they decreased the amount they have been giving you so that you may wake up.” Legolas lowered his feet to the marble floor and sat forward in the chair next to her bed. “Do you remember anything at all of that day, Terrwyn?”

“Yes, I think so. I remember meeting you and the white roses, the rain, crossing the street, the horse, you pulling me away from danger and--.”

“Oh, I’m afraid it was not I that pulled you back. I was too far from you to help, though I ran as quickly as I could. No, there was a man close by who watched it all play out. He was the one who saved you.” Legolas said with a contagious smile. His eyes sparkled as bright as the sky, as if he knew something she did not.

“Then I would very much like to meet my guardian and give him proper thanks. I only wish I could have saved my flower cart. The lady who owns the shop said it was very expensive and that I should take great care of it,” Terrwyn said sadly.

Legolas leaned forward and placed his hand on her arm. She immediately felt that same strange sensation travel just under her skin, like there was a connection between them, but she couldn’t explain it. “You needn’t worry about that. I have taken care of it for you. Camireth is a very sweet lady. She refused to accept my donation to pay for a new cart, but I insisted. Now all we need to do is get you onto your feet again, and make sure you remember to look both ways before stepping into the road,” he chuckled.

“You are very generous, my lor. . . Legolas,” Terrwyn corrected herself. “I promise to pay you back little by little until you have your money back for the--.”

“Nonsense!” Legolas interrupted. “It is in my nature to help where help is needed and I do not expect anything in return.” As he finished speaking, the door to her room slowly opened. Terrwyn could not move to see who came in, but she saw Legolas smile wide. “Ah, and here is your guardian now.”

“Is she awake?” said a man’s voice softly from the door.

“She is, and she would like to meet you.” Legolas got up from his chair, allowing the man to come to the bedside.

Terrwyn looked up to see a man with dark brown shoulder length hair, neatly groomed beard and mustache, wearing brown leather pants and a white long sleeve cotton shirt. He smiled down at her, his handsome expression full of concern, brown sparkling eyes that crinkled around the edges when he smiled. She knew this face quite well.

“Rosloch? It was you?” she said rather shocked.

“It is good to see you awake, Terrwyn. I have been rather worried for you these past few days. You have barely stirred, but the healers said this was normal,” he said in a soft voice.

“My head still feels like a thousand dwarves are mining for gold inside my skull,” she said wincing at the thought. She looked up at him again. “What were you doing there? I thought you were away on duty at Halfirien,” she said in a dry raspy voice. “You said you would be gone for at least four months.”

“It was to be that long, but I got an early reprieve. Now I see why I was allowed to come home early. It seems a certain damsel was in distress,” he jested.

Terrwyn noticed how his whole face lit up and his eyes shone. She managed to return a smile, though any kind of muscle movement from her neck up was painful. “I don’t know what to say. How can I ever repay you?”

“Rosloch has come several times to check on you, lady Terrwyn,” Legolas chimed in. He had been observing how they reacted to each other and felt there might be a slight bit of chemistry between them, though the man seemed quite a bit older than this young girl.

“That was very kind of you,” Terrwyn replied to her savior.

Rosloch shook his head and leaned in close to whisper. “Didn’t I tell you I would protect you like I would my own family? Truly, this must have been the work of the Valar. I just happened to be in the right place at the right time.” He placed his hand to the side of Terrwyn’s face and gazed into her green eyes.

Terrwyn felt something different between her and Rosloch. She had always liked him and trusted him, but now she was seeing him in a different light. He was much more handsome than she remembered, more caring too, not that he wasn’t before.

Terrwyn and Rosloch held their gaze a moment longer, each seeming to have found something new and exciting in the other. Just then, the door opened as another visitor came in and Legolas held his hand out, welcoming in the new person. “Ai, meleth nin, I did not expect to see you so soon.”

Terrwyn reluctantly peeled her eyes away from Rosloch to find the most beautiful female elf glide into her room. She had long wavy blond hair that hung to her waist. Her eyes were just as blue as Legolas’ and when she smiled at him the whole room seemed to light up. She reached out and took Legolas’ offered hand. He pulled her to him and they kissed lovingly. Then their eyes met and they seemed consumed with each other as if there was no one else in the room. Finally, they broke their stare and Legolas led her to Terrwyn’s bedside.

Rosloch stepped aside. “I will go and let you visit,” he said, eyes shining bright. “I am very glad you are making a full recovery. I don’t know what I would have done if I did not get to you in time.” He started to turn, but stopped. There was something he needed to ask her, something he had wanted to do for a while now, but could not find the courage to do so. She was much younger than he was and this is what stopped him in the past. But since she had this close call with death, Rosloch found that he could not keep his feelings to himself anymore. He took her hand in his, swiping his thumb across the back of her hand. “Terrwyn . . . if it is alright with you, I . . . I, um . . . well, there are gardens here and . . . when you are released from the healing house --.”

Terrwyn smiled shyly. Rosloch was never without words. He seemed very sweet and sincere just then. “I would love to,” she answered before he could ask properly, and she squeezed his hand.

That was all the reassurance Rosloch needed. He smiled wide, the crinkles appearing again in the corners of his brown eyes. “I will speak with the healers and see when you might be allowed a walk.”

“That would be wonderful, Rosloch. I am tired of lying in this bed. I am already feeling much better.”

Rosloch nodded. “Consider it done.” With that, he released her hand, bowed politely to Legolas and his wife, and then left the room feeling as if he had a new spring in his step.

Legolas looked at his wife, both of them beaming from the exchange between Rosloch and Terrwyn. Then he led her to the chair beside the bed. “Terrwyn, I would like you to meet my beloved wife, Rhavaniel,” he said.

Rhavaniel smiled and sat down in the chair. Terrwyn liked her already. She was a beautiful blonde elleth, youthful and vibrant, a sparkle in her blue eyes that seemed to show her as a little mischievous too. She felt a good vibe emanate from the elleth. Her energy was contagious and Terrwyn wondered why she could feel it at all. Then she felt herself staring and blushed. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude, but I have never met a female elf before and you are so beautiful.” Now she felt heat on her cheeks after saying this.

Rhavaniel smiled, reaching out for Terrwyn’s hand. “You are very kind.” She looked back at the door. “Rosloch seems like a wonderfully nice man.”

“Yes he is. We have known each other for a while now. He was my escort as I traveled to the White City. Though I know him, I don’t think I can ever repay him,” Terrwyn answered.

Rhavaniel liked Terrwyn. She was very young, but she seemed to be very intelligent too. Being royal bodyguard to the Queen and in charge of training some of the new recruits, Rhavaniel was always sizing up new people she met. There was something about Terrwyn that told her the young girl was stronger than she looked. “Yes, Legolas has told me that you are fairly new to the city. I can see by your red hair that you are not of Gondorian blood.”

“No, my lady, I am from Rohan,” Terrwyn answered carefully.

“And your family?” Rhavaniel went on. “They would agree to let you travel so far from your kin?”

“They have all perished. That is why I left my home. There was nothing left for me there.” It was not exactly the truth, or it might be if her brother had not survived all these years. She did not want to give too much of her life away. There may still be people looking for her. Would she ever be able to speak of her past without feeling guilty and fearful?

Legolas decided it best to jump into the conversation. “You will have to excuse my wife and her questions. Rhavaniel holds a very high rank here in Minas Tirith. She is Queen Arwen’s personal bodyguard,” he said proudly.

Terrwyn’s eyes got as big as saucers. “Oh my, you are most important above all in the city. You know the Queen personally,” she said excitedly. “I have yet to even see her, or the king for that matter.” Then she turned to Legolas. “You said you do not live here, but only visit. Why would you not want to stay with your beautiful wife, my lord?”

Rhavaniel laughed. “He has not told you who he is has he?” Then she reached for Legolas’ hand and pulled him down to her, gazing into his eyes. “That is one of the things I love about him, his modesty.” Legolas kissed her lightly on the lips. “Lady Terrwyn, let me properly introduce you to Prince Legolas of Mirkwood and Lord of North Ithilien.”

Terrwyn gasped. “I cannot believe my luck. In all my years I have only met one elf, and he was enough to fill my mind with visions of him for years now. But to gaze upon a Prince and a Princess is just too much. I am honored to meet you both,” she said grinning from ear to ear.

Rhavaniel blushed slightly. “We are bound, but I am not yet a Princess. We have not had a proper ceremony yet, at least not until I have trained my replacement as bodyguard.” Rhavaniel turned to Legolas and laid a loving hand to the side of his handsome face. “And when that day comes, I will finally be able to live permanently in Ithilien. For now we relish our visits.”

Terrwyn could feel their love emanate from them. “So you are from Mirkwood also? I would love to hear how you met.”

Legolas chuckled. “It was a most inopportune time I’m afraid. You see it was my tenth begetting day and Rhavaniel decided to steal away all my attention that day by coming into this world, a new born babe.”

Rhavaniel laughed. “Yes, and he has never let me forget that.”

Legolas and Rhavaniel told Terrwyn a little more about their childhood and how they could not stand the sight of each other, but that eventually they fell in love. The young Rohirrim girl was in awe of these two beautiful and majestic elves. This made her think of her first encounter. “The elf I met in my childhood was from Mirkwood also, but I am afraid I do not know his name. Otherwise you could tell me if you know him and what has become of him after all this time.”

Legolas’ bright blue eyes met Terrwyn’s green ones and a sense of playfulness washed over his face. “Well, if he is from Mirkwood, then I would say he is living his life to its fullest and enjoying every minute of it.”

Rhavaniel laughed. “Indeed,” she said agreeing with her husband. “Well, lady Terrwyn, I am afraid we have kept you from your rest long enough. We will be going so you can continue to heal.” She winked at the young woman. “Besides, you have to get better for your date with that handsome Gondorian.”

Terrwyn blushed, but shook it off quickly. “It was very nice meeting you, Princess. Your husband has been awfully kind to watch over me these past few days.”

“Please, just call me Rhavaniel. I never was one for titles,” the elleth said. She stood up and took Legolas’ offered arm as he led them from the room. “Remind me to reward you later for being such a wonderful hervenn (husband),” she whispered in his ear, not thinking Terrwyn heard her, but somehow she did and blushed once more.

Terrwyn lay in her bed, her head still hurting though not as much. How exciting it was to find out that Legolas was a Prince, and of Mirkwood no less. And his bond mate, his wife, was the Queen’s bodyguard. She had been very lucky up until this point. So far she had made very good friends with Rosloch and Lindiel. She had a good job working for Camireth at her flower shop. And now she met two very important elves. Now there were these newfound feelings of admiration for Rosloch. She should just be beaming from ear to ear from all her good luck, but for the one thing that constantly hung over her head. Everything was fine now, but should the Rohirrim guards come to Minas Tirith for her capture, all of this would have to be left behind and she would be on the run once again. Terrwyn had heard no word or rumor of anything about her though. She prayed that the family of Bregmund, the man she killed in self-defense, stopped looking for her. Perhaps these other men confessed to their crime, and the jewels, and the dead man’s attempt at raping her in the stable that night. Perhaps guards were looking for her not to capture her, but to tell her her name had been cleared and all charges dropped. That would be a wish come true, but wishes were not solid and so she continued to live life cautiously.
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