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un prince de la forêt verte et une fée écossaise	By : satanat Category: -Multi-Age > Het - Male/Female Views: 1179 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Five: Those that fell into shadow

(Or- a slightly embarrassing turn of events)

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It was late afternoon before the companions crossed the river Entwash and followed the trail left by the orcs and the Rohirrim to the smoldering remains of the previous night's burning.

The stench of burnt orc flesh still hung in the air, but only strong enough to offend Sarah and Legolas' stronger senses.

Sarah, having no skill in reading the tracks left in the ground, went and sat against a tree while Aragorn and Legolas went over the ground with Gimli.

She stared over at her odd new friends, the sun was starting to set and the air grew colder, but still they scanned and rummaged through the pile of bones. She picked up snatches of hopeless conversation between them. It was a horrible fate that had befallen their friends, Merry and Pippin. Kidnapped by goblin-like creatures, marched over a harsh wilderness, then killed by would be rescuers, Éomer and his men. This world was a brutal one.

'How odd that I should be in a Scottish finishing school only last night, but now..here..' suddenly Sarah was scared. What if she never returned home? She did not have the happiest life, it was true, but how would she ever make a life in this wild land? She was accustomed to a life of privilege and having her own way. In this place she had nothing save the clothes on her back and her magic… magic which she could not use properly, or at lenot not very usefully in this world. 'I doubt my beauty glamours and spells will help me out much.. unless I intend to make a living as a prostitute..' she chuckled half-heartedly, annoyed to feel tears behind her eyes. Composing herself she looked up again.

Legolas and Aragorn were talking softly and examining the ground. Relaxing Sarah let her eyes scan over Legolas. He really was very good looking. He was tall and lean and his skin was tanned and golden, 'just like his hair…' which was currently shining in the glow of the setting sun.

Sarah pulled his cloak around her tighter smiling to herself as she smelt him on it. She was behaving like an idiot, or an immature school girl with a crush, she knew that much but no one else knew what she was thinking so what did it matter?

Stifling a yawn she decided to 'rest her eyes' for a moment and let them slowly slide shut as her head slipped onto her shoulder.

Within a minute she was sleeping, her dreaull ull of blue eyes and the smell of spice and leather.

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Legolas had felt her eyes upon him, but restrained himself from looking over at her. He knew if he did it would probably led to him doing something stupid, like running over to her and covering her with kisses. Trying to focus on the job at hand and help find the hobbits, he kept his gaze on the ground.

He was still distracted though, and he could find no sign of hobbits.

After some time, when the sky had darkened too much for their search to continue, they headed over to the chestnut tree under which Sarah was curled in sleep.

Ignoring the distraction she caused him, Legolas thought instead on his missing friends. "I am saddened we find no trace Merry and Pippin."

Gimil nodded sadly, "Aye. I fear their bones lay in that great heap, twisted up with orc filth."

Aragorn placed a hand on the dwarf's shoulder, "we shall look again in the full light of the morning. I am an not yet satisfied we will find no sign of them." He glanced over at the figure of Sarah, "for know I think we shall follow the lady Sarah's example and rest here tonight. I shall bring the horses."

Legolas sat down beside Sarah and tried in vain to look disinterested in her.

Gimli smirked at him through his bushy beard.

Legolas looked very hard at the forest, ignoring the dwarf.

Later, he snucquicquick glance towards her when Gimli was busy emptying his pockets. She lay curled up, his cloak protecting her from the increasingly cold night air, with only the toes of her leather boots poking out. Her head rested on her arms, and her long hair tumbled over her face forming a silken pool on the grass around her. The elf regarded her lovely face closely. He was relieved somewhat to learn she was at least peredhil, it made his attraction to her more understandable, after all, elves like Elrond where treated as normal elves unless they chose to be counted amongst the mortals.

A sudden fear gripped him, 'What is she is counted as a mortal woman?! In a few short years she will die…then it will matter not that she is peredhil.. she might as well be of the Rohirrim..'

The thought of Sarah growing old, and eventually dying made his heart ache painfully. He wondered then how he could have such strong feelings towards a girl he had scarcely known a day.

Aragorn returned and sat down near Gimli.

The dwarf shivered and looked up at him, "Come Aragorn, shall we light a fire? Surely we do not need to fear orcs anymore?"

"Not these particular ones no. But Saruman watches these parts. We do not need to attract his attention."

"Ar! Let him come and be done with it! I'd rather fight then freeze!"

Legolas noted that he himself grew chilled, and had no cloak. He noticed also Sarah was shivering slightly. "It is cold Aragorn, and we do not have enough cloaks to go around… also, if perhaps, the hobbits hide in the wood, they might come to a fire."

The ranger frowned lightly, thinking, "Celeborn and Elrond have both warned me of Fangorn, it is an old and powerful place. I do not like the thought of lighting a fire here."

Legolas nodded, "This forest is very old Aragorn. Even by my people's reckoning… I sense I lot power.. and anger in these trees, though they do not seem evil."

"We can not cut any of the trees of this forest Gimli."

The dwarf had already jumped eagerly to his feet, "Aye, but we shall have no need to! I won't touch a single green leaf. The Rohirrim left many pieces of wood from their great burning, which still smokes." He paused, thinking of another argument for his case, "Anyone might think our fire part of the same from a distance."

Aragorn ed, ed, "Very well Gimli. Set a fire, but a small one mind."

The dwarf rubbed his hands together and set about making up a fire.

The noise woke Sarah. With bleary eyes she looked around, confused for a moment, then relaxed as she remembered where she was. Legolas sat nearby, and she felt her heart skip a beat. He was staring at the wood before them. An aura of sadness surrounded him. She did not see any little men, so she assumed they had not found their friends.

He turned to her and smiled softly, "Awake Sarah?… Gimli is making a fire."

She nodded then rose and yawned. "It is cold."

Aragorn smiled softly at her, "Astute, my lady."

She poked her tongue out at him.

He chuckled lightly, "Childish, my lady… tell me how old are you Sarah?"

Raising herself into a proper sitting position and lifting her chin regally, she began to pull twigs from her hair, "I am nineteen for your information."

Aragorn noted Legolas's widened eyes with amusement. Sarah glanced over and paused in her hair un-tangling to register his surprise.

"What? How old did you think I was? Surely I do not look like an old woman yet!"

"No, no my lady. You do look 19…"

She furrowed her brows, "then what?"

"It is very young for an elf is all."

"Well for my kind I am an not very young." Hissing in frustration she roughly yanked a sizeable twig from her hair. "bloody hell!" Her eyes squinted up and with an audible 'pop' her hair was sleek and brushed. "Why I bother to do anything manually is beyond me."

Looking around she registered shock on both Aragorn and Legolas's faces. "what?! This world is full of orcs and dwarves and elves and you have never seen a simple beauty charm!?"

Legolas shook his head, "few people in this world have such… palpable magic. Only the great elves like Galadriel and Elrond.. along with the Istari have such powers."

Sarah shrugged, "who are the Istari?"

Legolas's delicate brows furrowed slightly, "I am not sure how to describe them. They are like.. sorcerers? Very powerful, and immortal…But they are good."

"Oh. Like wizards."

Legolas shrugged, "perhaps. I do not know that term." He paused and his eyes saddened, "We were traveling with one, Mithrandir the elves called him. He fell into shadow…"

Sarah, seeing his sadness grow much greater, impulsively placed a hand on his shoulder and kissed his cheek.

Legolas felt the skin there burn at her touch. Turning towards her he saw her beautiful eyes shining with empathy. She leant forward and rested her forehead against his." C'est une grande tragédie que vous avez perdu tant d'amis... mais vous ne pouvez pas les honorer avec votre douleur

"It"It is a great tragedy that you lost so many friends… But you cannot honour them with your pain.")

Legolas felt calmed at her touch, " Vous avez raison. Il n'est aucune manière de les honorer. En outre, il y a espoir pourtant pour les hobbits."

("You are right. It is not any manner of honouring them. Besides, there is hope however for the hobbits.")

Aragorn silently watched their odd exchange with interest. He reflected that he had never seen Legolas so relaxed in anyone's company before, and he had known him all his life. Although he supposed, that was only a fraction of the elf's.

Gimli returned with wood and exchanged a look with Aragorn. He made un unnecessary amount of noise, causing Sarah to pull away from Legolas and sit back like a proper young lady, and soon had a fire burning. He then grinned at the elf, "Leg my my friend! I did not know elves blushed."

Sarah rolled her eyes and changed the subject, "I take you found no trace of your friends?"

Aragorn shook his head, "Nay. But we will search more in the morning, with fresh light."

The girl nodded and glanced at Legolas. "I'm sure you will find some trace of them. They probably escaped during the fight and are hiding in the forest somewhere."

pefupefully."

Sarah sighed and stared at the fire for awhile, trying to ignore the urges she felt now that Legolas sat so near to her. She had a slight headache and she was thirsty. With a start she realised she had not had a drink or a bite to eat since her breakfast the day before. Looking around, she picked up a stick.

'this will take more effort I think…' glaring at the poor, innocent stick as if it was her arch nemesis, its will broke like the twig it was, and with a feeble 'pop' it became a bottle of spring water. Smiling to herself she gratefully took a long drink. Gimli, who had missed her hair charm, stared at her with a mixture of awe and horror.

Sighing in contentment, she put the lid back on her bottle and saw Gimli staring. "Er Gimli? .. did you want some?" She offered the bottle in his direction.

Eyes wide he took it from her and studied the clear plastic in amazement.

"What enchantment is this!?"

Sarah shrugged, "such simple charms and spells are common amongst the nobles of my world. And that is just water. It is bought in bottles like that in our shops."

Legolas' voice was full of wonder, "You buy water?"

Sarah nodded, "yes. There are so many people in my world, if the government does control water and other resources, disease breaks out and there is not enough to go around."

Aragorn took the bottle from Gimli and drank a little. Pausing he shrugged then took a long swig. "That is ..nice water?" He passed it to Legolas and rummaged around in his pack for some lembas. Unwrapping a pack he offered some to Sarah. She was most impressed with the elvish biscuit and ate her portion with much relish and the occasional moan, much to the amusement of the others.

Legolas meanwhile was intrigued by the plastic water bottle. "It looks like fine glass, but it does not break!"

"It is called plastic. It is very common. Packaging like that is recycled." Sarah noted the confused looks she was getting, "…or rather thrown out. It has no value."

Legolas again looked shocked, "People throw such an amazing thing away?"

Sarah sighed. After explaining in detail the merits of plastic, and other aspects of her world that amazed the travelers, She eventually managed to change the subject.

Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas decided on turns for the watch, (they would not let Sarah join in, being a lady and all) and Aragorn bade her get some rest.

Within minutes she could hear the even snoring of Gimli and Aragorn soon drifted off. Legolas, who had first watch sat near her, leaning against the tree and watching the trees sway against the night sky.

Sarah tossed and turned for a good half an hour then sat up and crossed her arms. "this is not working! i cannot sleep!"

Legolas smiled at her, he had been watching her every move out of the corner of his eye. It was most distracting. "Well Sarah, we will no doubt travel far tomorrow, so I suggest you try."

"Its easy for you! You didn’t accidentally fall asleep this evening.. I usually only sleep a few hours each night…and I only meant to rest for a moment.. but.." she threw her arms up in annoyance, "…now I am not tired!"

"You could always speak to me of your home-world. That seemed to be lulling you to sleep earlier."

Sarah rolled her eyes, "I feel as though all I do is talk talk talk.. about the most boring of things! I was amazed you people were all so interested in plastic.."

"You could always tell me of other things."

Sarah shook her head, "No. You can tell me about your homeland for a change." She leant back against the tree next to him and smiled smugly.

"very well. What do you wish to know?"

Sarah shrugged, "surprise me O Great Prince."

Legolas frowned, "That did not sound very sincere.."

"It was a joke. It's called sarcasm."

"well, you shall have to ask me nicely now. For you have upset this Great Prince."

"ooo!! That was quite good! Very sarcastic sounding." She clapped her hands together softly and turned her face up to his again, "Now, tell me about this forest of yours."

"Very well Sarah. I shall make it as boring as possible as to lull you to sleep."

"How generous of you."

Legolas started describing Mirkwood as it had been when he was a boy, when it had been Greenwood the Great. Sarah 'ooed' and 'ahhed' at all the right places and as the night grew colder nestled closer to Legolas. Finally when he was telling her about the spiders of Mirkwood, he felt her shiver.

Pausing he turned to look at her, "Sarah?"

He reply was muffled by his sleeve which her face was buried in, "Are you cold?"

Her lovely face emerged, "yes… pathetic isn't it? My grandfather always teased me about how I got cold. It snows a lot in my mother's land you see. I'm supposed to have a genetic immunity."

Legolas frowned, "A what?"

Sarah shook her head, "it doesn't matter."

Legolas sighed, "you are an odd creature Sarah. Come here."

Sarah looked at his open arms in confusion, "huh?" In response Legolas pulled her into his arms and deposited her in his lap.

Sarah twisted around so she could glare at him, "Legolas! Let go of me!" She wriggled half-heartedly. "This is most improper!!"

He smiled serenely, "nay. you are cold, I am cold, and you have my cloak. Now stop elbowing me and behave like a lady."

Sarah sighed and turned back to face the front, "And how, pray tell, should a lady behave when sitting on a prince's lap?!"

Legolas laughed lightly, "Well, I could explain it to you, but you are so young and innocent.."

Sarah turned again and raised an eyebrow, "I am not young!"

Legolas faked a yawn, "Oh no, of course not dear child."

Sarah elbowed him in the side, "don't use that tone with me! I am not a child!"

Legolas's blue eyes were bright with merriment, "what tonttlettle one?"

Sarah growled softly at him in frustration, "you are infuriating!"

"now now, that is no way to speak to your elder's."

Sarah looked extremely angry for a moment then her pretty face slipped into a smirk. She leant closer and Legolas could feel her breath warm against his cheek. Suddenly Legolas did not feel so amused. She was plotting something… "Sarah?" She ignored him and without breaking from his gaze, moved closer still, twisting her body so she straddled him. Legolas swallowed nervously, he was all too aware of the way her warm body was pressed against him. He looked at her face pleadingly, but she still smirked and her eyes were determined. He found himself unable to tear himself from those violet deptHis His arms came up to her shoulders as if to push her away but treacherously refused to. She was so close he could smell that same perfume she'd been wearing when he'd come across her sleeping out on the fields. He felt weakened and intoxicated. He longed to pull her to him and kiss her, to drown himself in her sweetness.

Feebly his brain tried to resist. "Sarah.. you're so young.. stop it..it's wrong.." Sarah silenced him with a finger pressed against his lips. 'I'll show him who's young….a child indeed!' She leant her forehead against his, and ran her finger slowly over his lips and traced the outline of his jaw before her hand flattened against his cheek. She noted that his beautiful face was relaxed and his eyes were cd. Hd. His warm breath mingled with hers and she could feel the heat from his lips. She quickly forgot all about showing him how mature she was, she was only aware of the heat of him beneath her and a desire unlike anything she had felt before.

Still, she held herself just out of his kiss, refusing to take that final step. Legolas groaned softly with longing and she felt his hands slide up off her shoulders to cradle her face. Sarah's eyes slid closed and her free hand twisted itself in his tunic. His heart beat rapidly beneath her and she pressed herself closer to him, if that was even possible, wrapping her legs around his waist. Legolas let out a hiss, feeling her hips flush against his, his mind silent except for incoherent pleas for her kiss, for her touch… for anything. Unable to restrain himself any longer he lifted her face slightly and pushed his lips gently against hers.

Slowly they kissed at first, their lips barely brushing, tentatively exploring each other. Dimly Legolas heard Sarah moan softly and then his tongue slipped past her parted lips and he tasted her for the f tim time. Their kisses quickly became more aggressive as a frantic passion over took them. Sarah's hands ran through Legolas's hair holding him close to her. In some distant part of her brain, she decided he was a much better kisser than her last boyfriend. That same part of her brain was also scolding her for behaving so 'wantonly'. She really ought to stop.

Her fingers brushed lightly against the tip of Legolas's 'very sensitive' ear as she twisted her fingers in the silk of his hair, and he pulled out of her kiss gasping. Her innocent touch had broken the last of his restraint. All thoughts of what was proper flew from his mind.

Shocked, Sarah looked down into his eyes to see them darkened with lust. She almost stopped then, but he pulled her back to him and began kissing and biting at her neck. By some coincidence he swiftly found the exact stop which made her groan. Sarah tilted her head encouraging his attention as he pulled roughly at her jacket and shirt until her bare shoulder was exposed to the chilly night air. Returning his lips to her he kissed the spot below her earlobe letting his tongue dart out and taste her skin. Sarah weakly moaned his name and buried her face in his neck.

Some minutes later, when Legolas had finally gotten a hand inside her many layers of clothing to feel the heat of her skin, a slight movement drew his eyes beyond her to the far side of the fire's circle past where Gimli slept.

Standing in the shadows was an old man.

The elf froze and before poor Sarah had time to register what was going on, Legolas had grabbed his bow and strung an arrow, pulling her off his lap and to his side. Turning she saw the bent figure and screamed.

Aragorn was on his feet immediately, sword drawn and facing the old man. He looked questionably to Legolas, quirked an eyebrow at Sarah who sat in a bizarre position with a leg still thrown over Legolas' lap, hair mussed and her clothes in disarray, and returned his gaze to the stranger. The man wore a huge grey cloak, a pointed hat was pulled over his face and he leant heavily on a staff.

Gimli brandishing massive axe in hand voiced what Legolas and Aragorn were thinking, "Saruman! Stay were you are! Tell us where have hidden our friends!"

Éomer had warned them that Saruman walked abroad as an old beggar dressed in rags. This man fit his description perfectly.

"Well met my friends. I wish to talk." Without waiting for an invitation, he walked into their midst. Gimli shouted to Legolas, "Shot him while you can Legolas!" The elf hesitated, but held his bow ready, as Aragorn made to use his sword and Gimli raised his axe.

The old beggar spoke some words to himself and made a flick with one hand. The arrow and bow fell from Legolas's hands and his arms hung limp. Aragorn's sword glowed and fell to the ground, and Gimli's axe followed suit.

Sarah, for once not running screaming, grabbed Legolas and swiftly freed his arms from the old man's bindings. The elf took up his bow again.

To his surprise the stranger laughed.

"well met indeed my friends! I said I wished to talk!"

Aragorn slowly regarded the man. His voice was familiar. "What is your name stranger?"

"My name? I think you know that Aragorn son of Arathorn."

Legolas lowered his bow, "Mithrandir!?"

The stranger smiled and removed his hat. An old man with smiling eyes and a thick white shining hair and a long beard was revealed.

Sarah at once knew this to be the friend who 'had fallen into shadow' she had thought he had died, but apparently not.

He joined them at the fireside and spoke of many things, things which Sarah did not understand, with Legolas, Gimli and Aragorn.

Aragorn in turn recounted their tale since their last meeting and Sarah listened with wonder. Many things saddened her, such as the death of Boromir and the departure of Frodo and Sam, but she delighted in hearing of Lothlórien and Gimli's admiration for the elven queen there.

After some time, when Gandalf had spoken of Merry and Pippin's safety, (All were relieved to hear that the kidnapped hobbits were in safe hands. Even if those hands belonged to giant walking trees.), delivered messages to Aragorn Gimli and Legolas from Lady Galadriel, and all else that needed to be said, Gandalf turned to regard Sarah.

She still sat beside Legolas leaning against the tree, except he now (oh-so-subtly) had his arm around her, his fingers making little circles against the skin above her hip, hidden under her jacket. Sarah met his gaze. She sensed great power, as she expected, but also much a great warmth and goodness she was not so sure to expect with such power.

He took in her slight figure, delicate features and violet er-ger-gilt eyes with no apparent surprise.

At length he spoke, "Tell me, how did a wood-elf end up with a fairy-princess on his arm?"

Sarah's eyes widened, she supposed his description of her was accurate enough… but on earth the nobles weren't actually called anything except humans. Their ancestry was considered an added bonus, they were still men and women.

Legolas meanwhile blushed slightly, remembering what Gandalf had witnessed earlier.

"I am no princess, Mithrandir and as for how I ended up here… I am not entirely sure. I think it was simply a charm gone wrong." She blushed slightly, "You see, I have not yet mastered all.. well.. most of my magic."

"You broke my binds holding Legolas."

"Yes. but you were not trying to hard I do not think."

Gandalf smiled.

The sky lightened with the coming of the dawn.

At length the wizard spoke again, "Come friends, the time to talk is past. We make haste."

Aragorn spoke up, "Do we join treebeard and the hobbits?"

"Nay, you are needed in Edoras. War comes to Rohan, and Théoden-king fails."

"Éomer, third marshal of the Riddermark said as much. He spoke of a traitor poisoning his uncle."

"Yes. The work of Saruman." Gandalf sighed. "Will you come now with me?"

"Of course, we will follow."

The wizard whistled thrice and their horses came, led by a great white steed, shadowfax.

Legolas admired the horse with awe, "that is a great and mighty steed Mithrandir. I have not seen his equal in all my years."

"And you shall not. He is Shadowfax, lord of the horses. He has no equal." Gandalf was on his horse in a moment, and bade Gimli ride before him.

Sarah rose and brushed herself off. Beside her Legolas stood. She felt a sudden embarrassment at his proximity and would not meet his gaze. Aragorn saddled his horse swiftly and Sarah quickly followed suit, avoiding speaking to Legolas.

Just when she went to mount her horse she felt his hand on her shoulder.

Slowly she turned to face him, still avoiding his gaze. He seemed confused by her sudden change of behaviour. "Sarah?" Sighing, she finally let her violet eyes met his blue ones. She tried but was unable to hold a smile back at seeing him.

He grinned then kissed her forehead before he sprung lightly upon his own horse's back. Gandalf urged Shadowfax into a gallop and Aragorn and Legolas followed.

Sarah rolled her eyes and joined them.

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