Feä Bond (Legolas x OC)

Uncertainties

When Frances stepped out of her room, her hair freshly done and dripping wet, she marked a pause. It had been many weeks since she had worn a dress, and it restricted her movements a tad too much for her comfort. Voices drifted into the corridor, one of them she knew well. Gandalf and Théoden King were probably sharing news, and planning how to save Rohan from Saruman's control.

It was all very well, but she was famished, and she guessed from the delicious smell that floated in the air that a proper lunch was being served. Gathering her skirts, Frances hurried to the golden hall, passing a few maids on the way that stared at her warily. Granted, she was still a 21st-century girl into a medieval attire, but did she seem that odd in her dresses that people would look at her so?

Dismissing the weird looks, Frances eventually reached the golden hall. Theoden and Gandalf were discussing over a table, voices rising and falling as the wizard tried to explain how dire the situation had become during the past months. Unconsciously shaking her head, Frances drew away. She did not want to get into such a conversation, even for a bag of gold. Better not to interfere between a proud king and the greatest wizard of middle earth. Fortunately, her eyes wandered to a table that had been set nearby where her friends were partaking of a light lunch. From the looks of Gimli's beard, the food was good enough. A pair of blue eyes spotted her immediately.

No matter where he was, Legolas always kept his surroundings under his gaze. His blue orbs lingered on the feminine form. Reddish hair over dark blue. He had to admit that the colours complimented the lady despite the very simple design of the dress. For an instant, the prince of Greenwood wondered what she would look like in one of the finest garments of his beloved forest. Surely Frances would seem regal, her gracious posture and lovely features enhanced by the beauty of the elven craft. And green... green would do well on a redhead. For a second born, she certainly did look noble in any attire.

As she reached the table, Aragorn greeted her, and shifted a little to make some room by his side.

— "Aye Lassie, you almost look like one of them dressed like that", Gimli rumbled.

— "How should I take this?", Frances responded. "The ladies have been looking at me with so much insistence since I stepped out of my room that I do not feel very welcome."

A frown marred her features, and Legolas sensed her unease. Aragorn's attention had shifted once more to Théoden's pleas, so he took upon himself to answer before Gimli vexed her again.

— "Do not fret so my lady, I am sure that many maids are curious about you because you have arrived in the company of a king, a dwarf, an elf and a wizard."

Frances gave him a queer look. She seemed unconvinced. Hence, he pushed his luck in an attempt to remove this expression from her eyes.

— "The colour of this dress does become you greatly my lady, whoever has chosen this garment for you has done well."

This time, Frances seemed taken aback by his frankness. Never before had he commented on how she looked. A sweet blush coloured her cheeks, and she averted her eyes while munching on a piece of cheese. Without lifting her face, she murmured something he would not have heard had he not been of the firstborn.

— "Blue is my favourite colour."

Legolas swallowed nervously. Was he meant to answer? And why, O Valar why, was he feeling antsy ? For days, they had travelled together, bantered, fought alongside each other. Now was not the time to become shy. But still, with this dress upon her form, she looked like a maiden and not the companion he knew. A quick glance at Gimli indicated that he too was entranced by the king's conversation. He would be of no help. Eventually, Legolas bent over the lady, and declared.