The Darkling(Legolas/The Hobbit) Book 1 ✔️

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Waking up Legolas no longer felt Arya's hand in his or her cheek underneath his palm. His eyes popped open at the realization that she was no longer besides him and he sat up quickly, his eyes darting around the room. When he did not spot her he quickly walked out of the tent, rolling his head from side to side to get out the soreness from the awkward angle he had kept his neck throughout the hours he had slept. Pushing the tent flaps out of the way he narrowed his eyes slightly at the sunlight before turning to the guard standing right outside the entrance.

            "Where is she?"

            "The Darkling is-"

            "Arya." Legolas interrupted him, his eyes narrowing slightly at the guard. Giving him a slightly perturbed look, the guard continued, "she walked out of the tent some hours ago, my prince. I believe she was looking for Mithrandir."

            "Why did you not stop her?" Legolas inquired, "she is severely injured, and should not be out of bed."

            "She looked well rested and uninjured, my lord."

Frowning slightly Legolas nodded his head before walking towards the tent the wizard was most likely residing in. Pushing the tent flaps aside he walked into the room, his eyes scanning the area quickly. He spotted his father bent over a table with the strategies for attack, whilst Gandalf sat quietly in a chair in the corner, softly speaking to Bard.

            "Arya?" Legolas questioned, shifting from one foot to another as his eyes looked at each of the men in turn as he waited for their reply. To his surprise it was his father that answered him,

            "She's up on the bridge."

Legolas wanted to ask why they would let her walk up there on her own, but thought better of it and only nodded his head curtly before turning around, wanting to exit the tent.

            "Legolas," Gandalf spoke before he could reach the exit, "how is your hand?"

Glancing at the wizard in confusion before looking down at his hand Legolas shrugged his shoulders, before telling the old man that it felt fine.

            "Can I take a look at it?"

Knitting his eyebrows together in surprise he cast a quick glance over to his father before walking over towards the wizard who had now gotten out of his seat. Holding out his hand he watched as Gandalf slowly pushed the sleeve of his tunic up, until the dark mark was visible. Legolas hadn't even looked at it since it appeared after Arya had healed his hand.

            "Hmm," Gandalf hummed softly before starting to mutter to himself. Legolas inspected the mark himself, and saw that it was starting to take on the shape of something, but could not yet distinguish what it was.

Glancing over towards his father again, he saw that Thranduíl was watching them intently, but making no move to join in on the inspection of the mark. Pulling his hand back slightly he gave Gandalf a small smile, before bowing his head slightly – "I am grateful she healed it, though she should have saved her strength. Now, if you'll excuse me, I am going to go check up on her."

Gandalf did not say anything, only nodded his head as a small smile curving his lips slightly, as a new twinkle entered his eyes. Taking one last look at the mysterious Wizard, Legolas turned on his heel again and walked out of the door.

He glanced up at the bridge of the outer wall of Dale before he scaled the stairs, a small smile pulling at his lips as he saw a flash of red hair.