Whispers of the Forest (Legolas x Male OC)

I'm Fine!

The wind whipped, and rain fell heavy on a group consisting of three men, an elf and a woman.

"Are you sure we should be continuing the plan in this fine weather, master elf?" A man yelled, tripping on a root as Sîrion led the group forward, his own hood drawn up, "Shit, we're going to die before we get there at this rate."

"When did a bit of rain hurt anyone, Marcus?" The girl looked back at the three men with a smirk playing on her lips, "Don't tell me you've gone soft!"

Marcus mumbled curses under his breath.

"That tongue of yours, Fiáin, is going to get you in trouble one day," Another man huffed, sending a glare to the smiling girl.

Sîrion rolled his eyes, his face not showing any emotion. He didn't smile often, if ever. He couldn't remember the last time he had genuinely laughed or if the ever-growing swirling storm of rage and anguish had been calm.

"We're close," Sîrion called back, trudging forward at a brisk pace.

"'Bout time you finally spoke, Sîrion," Fiáin nudged him with her elbow, "I was beginning to think you became mute since the last time I saw you."

Sîrion glanced over, his face remaining unchanged other than a slightly warmer look in his eyes. Fiáin smiled widely, "I don't think I've ever seen you smile in all our years working together. What's got an elf so grumpy?" She adjusted her hood, brushing away the few black fly-away hairs sticking to her forehead.

"5 years is hardly a long time," Sîrion replied, checking back to see if the men were keeping up.

"Maybe for an elf!" Fiáin exclaimed, "That's a fair amount of time for a mere mortal."

Sîrion raised an eyebrow, remaining silent.

"This is where you tell me what happened to make you so sour," Fiáin pushed.

"And why would I when I hardly know anything about your own past?" Sîrion countered.

Fiáin grumbled in disappointment.

"Stop."

The group heeded his instruction as Sîrion squinted in the rain, making out a couple of houses through the haze of the storm. They had arrived. This was a small farming village before a gang of orcs had terrorized away or killed the residents. This was their job, get the people back to their town. At least the people left, that was.

"Fiâin, we wait for your signal," Sîrion gave her a pat on the shoulder.

Despite not showing it, the girl had found a soft spot in Sîrion's heart. Though the elf was sure Fiâin knew this, considering he would always agree to a job with her no matter how difficult.

"Careful, Sîron. You almost sound worried," Fiâin nodded her farewell, slowly making her way around and towards the village.

Depending on the signal she gave, the other would be alerted to how many orcs were still in the village. Sîrion sighed in annoyance as the men behind him continued to grumble. He was beginning to wish he had sent one of them to scout, but alas, Fiâin was the only one with the skills to do so other than Sîrion. She had insisted on scouting, claiming Sîrion was able to sneak around all the time due to his elven lightness, and it was her turn. Even with Fiâin being capable, Sîrion couldn't help the tight ball in his chest as he watched her walk away. The job needed to be done through..., and the death of these orcs was of top priority. At least that's what Sîrion told himself to try and ignore the side of him still protesting allowing Fiâin to go in alone.