Feä Bond (Legolas x OC)

A crazy ride

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Grey light greeted them at dawn, something akin to a woollen blanket veiling the sun. Frances emerged from slumber, her body aching all over. Her dreams had been dark; she'd woken too often due to the restless sea of dead swarming around them. Now that dawn was upon them, she could see the stone of erech. Rounded and half-buried in the ground. It was said to be a remnant of Numenor, brought here by Isildur himself. It made sense, after all, to strike a bargain with the dead in this forsaken place.

Aragorn, once more, led his company at a harsh pace. And the Dead followed, dread falling upon all the second born as they were surrounded by the emptiness of the ghosts. Sometimes, Frances could feel their coldness coming closer, grazing at her legs or passing about her back. Each time, she struggled not to scream. It was a strange sensation indeed to be surrounded by death. The Grey Company tore through valleys and fields, advancing like the Russian army on Berlin in '45. Nothing would stop them; Aragorn had set his views on Pelargir, and knew the way to it. They would not camp tonight; time simple did not allow it.

Frances' legs ached from the strain. Fortunately, Elladan was leading the horse, giving her the leisure to rest. Still, the day was slow to pass, and she gritted her teeth. Her thigh throbbed; the healing would be delayed because the muscle moved too much. And she couldn't put a splint upon a horse. Eventually, the young lady starting humming a tune from her world. As the melodies invaded her mind, it chased a little bit of the fear away. Straightening behind Elladan, she called to the elf.

"Hey, would you mind if I sing? It won't be as pretty as an elf's voice but..."

A chuckle answered before she could bury herself in shame.

"You always have the funniest ideas, little lady. But why not? You certainly must have some songs that I have never heard before!"

Someone in the ranger's ranks scoffed at this.

"A song unknown to the famous twins of Elrond. Then we shall see about that!"

Frances' eyes narrowed. Stuck behind the elf, she couldn't see the ranger's face. But she knew that voice. Halbarad, once more, was shooting at her with his sarcasm.

"This animosity is unnecessary," came Legolas' unforgiving tone.

It was the first time the elf Prince had graced the company with his voice. The effect was quite immediate, Halbarad's mouth falling shut at the rebuke. Gimli grinned, happy, for once, to have the grumpy ranger put in his place. The dwarf was so terrified by the dead that he added for good measure:

"Yes. And I, for sure, would be more than happy to hear something other than the frantic beating of hooves on this damned path!"

Frances smiled despite herself.

"Well. Singing atop a horse will not be so melodious. But I think I can still find something to entertain you."

And then, she fished her mp3 player inside her bag. Her need for a distraction was such that is overruled the one for secrecy. Still, she installed the device on the side where no one could see her. Behind at the rear of the company, and surrounded by people who knew of her origins, she didn't mind showing off the little piece of technology if it ever came in plain sight. Then she rummaged into her playlist, and eventually found something. Jean-Jacques Goldman. Master of french music ! For decades, the man had been entertaining her country with his sense of rhythm and melodies. There was nothing like his songs to cheer somebody up. It was such a pity that her companions would not hear the music!

Frances chose the first track that she remembered well, "Et l'on y peut rien", and launched the party. Very soon, she was singing. And the more she sang, the more powerful her voice became. Despite the bumps on the road, her voice never faltered, trying to convey to her fellow companions how much joy and hope the songs she had chosen could hold. The young lady was quite lost in the music, not noticing that the tension had eased up considerably around her. Elladan listened intently, her voice resonating through his chest, appreciating a type of music, and a language he had never heard. She was right, nor her talent, nor the song was as melodious as what the elves could produce. But it was lively enough. And from the look of delight on the dwarf's face, it touched more souls than he thought.