Feä Bond (Legolas x OC)

A bright looking future

The newlyweds climbed the stairs and emerged on deck, finding a flurry of activity surrounding the ship.

"Aye! There she is!"

A barrel-chested Gimli suddenly engulfed Frances in a bear hug, laughing and yelling at the same time about her recklessness. Behind him, Aragorn stood, poised like the King he was, waiting for his turn to greet his friend once more. Eventually, Legolas detached the dwarf from his beloved, ordering him to put her down.

"Be gentle Gimli, her body has sustained a great ordeal, and fever has claimed her from the cold."

As soon as his words were uttered, Aragorn grabbed Frances' hand and started a thorough examination.

"What the heck are you wearing lass?" asked Gimli, his eyes roaming over Frances' form.

Legolas smirked as she blushed. The seriousness of their discussion had not given him enough time to contemplate her form engulfed in his tunic. He had to admit that it only enhanced her attractiveness.

"Is that a princeling tunic? Well, of all the ridiculous garments I've seen you with, this is the least appropriate. But fear not, we have your bag here, that seems to contain more funny clothing."

And then, the dwarf's boisterous laugh exploded, making her ears ring as she wondered what her other self might have packed in her bag.

"Hush Gimli," came Aragorn's stern voice. "Better this than a soaked nightgown. Speaking of which, what were you thinking? You scared me half to death!"

Frances stared back at the King, tucked into Legolas' side for support and very unimpressed by her friend's glare.

"You know very well was I was thinking, as much as you know that I was right. Wouldn't you have tried, had our situations been reversed and Arwen been on this ship?"

Aragorn's grey eyes softened, and he pulled at Frances to hug her fiercely, surprising her with the strength of his embrace. Then, he kept her at arm's length, his hands secured on her shoulders, his gaze locked to her.

"The truth is, I would not, for I would have died."

A giggle escaped Frances, and Aragorn released her for Legolas to embrace, his smile widening.

"It never occurred to me that someone could survive such a fall in those treacherous waters."

"You survived worse...", she started, only to be interrupted by an appalled cry: "The fall? What fall?"

Gimli's eyes twinkled in mirth.

"I see you have not been graced with the whole tale, my dear pointy ears."

"We did not have much time to talk, to be honest..."

Shit, that came out wrong!

The dwarf gave Frances a pointed look, grasping her meaning too accurately for her taste. Fortunately, Gimli had his heart already set on sharing the story in detail, rather than dig into her intimacy. For this at least she was grateful, for her cheeks were suddenly heating up with embarrassment.

Many people through the dwarf dumb because of his boisterous characters and poor manners, but the fellowship knew better. Gimli was subtle when he set his mind to the task, and nothing short of respectful for those he deemed worthy.

"She jumped from the cliff", he deadpanned, pointing at the spot where she had dived into the waves. Legolas nearly jumped out of fright.

"What! Frances, you did not!"

"She so did!"

The rest was left unsaid, for Aragorn had been adamant that she had committed suicide. Legolas turned to his beloved, his arms safely secured around her waist.