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Legolas
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Date Posted: 15:00:29 04/03/02 Wed
For the second time that day, Legolas was confronted by a crying woman. Why him, he wondered in exasperation. What was it about him that made him such a target?
He was helpless. She didn't want to go to the palace, and he wasn't about to force her. On second thought's, he realised, his willingness to give her her own way might have something to do with him not wanting to have to face Aragorn yet. It didn't matter that he was innocent, he had hurt Aragorn anyway, just by appearing guilty. And the hurt at not being believed still rang true.
She kissed him. Not properly, just a light touch, but it was still a kiss. And then she stood there just watching him, and all the loneliness and pain was etched on her face. Yet her spirit was still there. Legolas realised that however fragile she might appear, there would be no giving in over this. He smiled at her, not the usual quirky smile filled with humor, but one showing compassion.
"Ok," he sighed, "You win. I won't make you come to Minas Tirith."
Hesitantly, he raised one hand and stroked her smooth, beautiful hair, almost as if quieting a fractious horse. Still, he was filled with questions. Aside from that glowing stone, the clearing was empty. There was no sign at all that someone lived there.
His hand froze. Looking at he stone, he suddenly realised what it was- a palantir. Those were forbidden- the Dark Lord had controlled his servants with them. They were dangerous. And in the heart of the orb, he could see the fires of Mordor still blazing.
"What are you doing with that?" he cried, suddenly angry."You're a spy, aren't you?"
He caught both of her arms firmly in his grasp. She moved to struggle, but the warrior was far stronger than her.
"You're under arrest!"
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