Feä Bond (Legolas x OC)

Suspended

Frances left silently, joining Pippin at Merry's bedside, and listening to all that had transpired in Rohan while the grey company passed the fated 'Path of the dead'.

"Forgive me for asking, Frances, but how did you quell Faramir's curiosity about his father?"

Frances' eyebrow shot up as she turned to the rusty haired hobbit.

"I told him the truth..."

Pippin's gasp interrupted her, and she gave him a stern look.

"Most of it. There are things that no human being should ever be the recipient of, and the tidings of his father's true madness I kept for myself."

"But Strider?"

Frances' feature closed off, her teeth gritting at the thought.

"I know what Strider said and I will deal with the consequences, but the Lord Faramir deserved the truth about his father's death."

For a moment, she thought that Pippin would find the courage to argue. Until at last, he deflated.

"I am glad you did it. I have come to care deeply for Faramir, and felt bad lying to him."

Frances sighed in relief.

"You're welcome."

Not ten minutes had passed in Merry's room – or so she thought, having no watch to acknowledge time – before Elladan himself came to fetch her. Frances blushed as his grey eyes stared at her. Had he heard the previous conversation? In that case, she was in for a good scolding. Yet, his handsome features betrayed nothing.

"Frances. Aragorn would like you to attend the council we are holding presently."

"Me?"

"You."

The tight-lipped elf let nothing show of his amusement, but the twinkle in his eyes told her otherwise. Incorrigible elf. As she bade farewell to her companions and started walking alongside the twin, she tried to fish for some information.

"Does it make sense to you that I attend such a thing?"

"It might have to do with this 'Keeper of time' nickname."

Frances snorted. Nickname, right. She grabbed the elf's arm to slow him down a little as she struggled to keep up. They were descending the cobbled stones of the city at a greater speed than she could handle, and six levels were a loooong way down.

"Right. You are making fun of me, aren't you?"

This time, the corner of his lips quirked up. For an instant, Frances was lost in the beauty of his features. Most elves were unfairly gorgeous, but the twins had been graced with some rugged charm as well. Still, it could not compare to Legolas' blinding handsomeness.

"Me, fair lady ? I never could."

Frances made a face and stuck her tongue out.

"You certainly are a prankster when Elrohir is not around. But come, lead me to this great council of yours so that I can display my grandeur."

The elf slowed his pace, a frown marring his features.

"I think Aragorn will be most pleased with your grandeur, it would certainly cause him less worry that your recklessness."

"Me, reckless?" she added, her hand flying to her chest in a mocking gesture.

"I think the manner in which you decided to retire yesterday evening was quite unheard of."

Frances frowned, trying to remember the stupidities she might have told the twins before retiring. But her memory was blank. Damn, she had fainted here and there ! How very elegant !