Feä Bond (Legolas x OC)

The fields of Pelennor

Frances' breathing came in short pants, dread slowly claiming her as the Nazgûl appeared on the battlefield. Hidden below the elvish cloak, she did not dare moving to take a peek outside. Still, the all too familiar icy sensation warned her that the ringwraith were close enough. Too close for her own taste. Despair followed quickly as her mind spiralled in dark places.

Crouched in the crow's nest, Frances waited with shaking limbs. From the strain or from the fear, she didn't know. The overwhelming noises of battle filled her ears, giving her imagination far too much to work with. Truth be told, the young woman was terrified. Terrified to be found and devoured alive, terrified to lose her friends, terrified to die at the hands of those horrible and disgusting beasts from Mordor.

But beyond all, she dreaded that Legolas would meet his end. He had promised to come back, should he die in the process. Would the elf ask Mandos to be reincarnated should he die on the fields of Pelennor? Would he be granted such a wish, like the mighty Balrog slayer – Glorfindel - from Imladris? Frances highly doubted it. And this, more than any other preoccupation, had her struggling to stay put instead of rushing into the battle. Anything rather than discovering, once freed from her hiding place, the pale face of her beloved prince set in death!

Her right hand clutched the handle of her sword far too tightly, knuckles dead white. Any movement of the ship, any variation in the breeze called to her to draw the weapon and hack at anything that could come her way. Her chest constricted, frozen in dread, as her breathing became shallower. This was it! It was the end! Soon enough, one of those fell beasts would find her and ... ugh!

Better to jump down and commit suicide than to let them have her. Never before had she felt so utterly powerless, so insignificant in the face of fate. Never? In her daze, Frances concentrated on keeping despair at bay. Once before, she had been subjected to this incredible despair creeping through her heart. Damned Nazgûls! They probably were the cause of her horrible musings!

So, trembling at the bottom of the lookout, Frances tried to gather her brightest memories. Praying to the Valar to release her from the ringwraith's hold, she fought tooth and nail every sombre thought that called her to the dark. Soon enough, happy moments flooded her mind. Friends and family smiled at her, warming her to the core as she contemplated the merry days she had spent with them. Playing, laughing, being idiots and cuddling. She saw her brothers wrestling in the grass as she giggled, her father diving through a wave and being swept over, his head emerging thirty feet away. She saw her grandparents, building sand castles in the sunshine and picking cherries in their lovely garden. The deep voice of her grandfather singing flamenco.

And friends ... not that she had much. The best of them, her cousin Cécile, had brought so much joy in her life. She remembered how they both struggled with their tennis racket, sending balls flying everywhere. They were so many, those hilarious and merry moments of her existence, so many that they filled her with renewed hope and a wave of warmness.

Then, her mind lingered on Charlie, sweet Charlie. In her vision, he was kissing her cheek, saying goodbye with a cheeky smile. No disappointment in his gentle eyes, only a kind-hearted adieu. Suddenly, everything went blank. Before her, a fluctuating halo greeted her joyfully. A hand caressed her cheek, Legolas' hand, as his smiling face appeared. Bright blue eyes, an ocean of love, and she drowned into them.

In his arms, an elfling gazed back at her, his eyes a lovely shade of green. And when he smiled, the whole world seemed to lighten up. His long blond hair was flying around him, making him laugh as he opened his arms in her direction. The sound of his giggles was like music to her hears. It drowned away the cries of the dying men, and the roar from the battlefield. The next second, the elfing was curled on her chest, eyes closed, sleeping.