Infatuated

Chapter 13

Ayvee's POV

"Your hair is very pretty. " I hear a voice say.

I look over and Aragorn wraps his arm around my shoulders. He pulls me in as we walk into Rivendell, with a big smile.

I give the best smile I could, "thank you."

"I prefer your hair long." Ithil says, walking next to me. He smiles to himself, knowing that his comment was unnecessary.

I look at Ithil, "you are aware your opinion does not matter, right?"

Ithil chuckles at my comment, "of course it does. But I was just trying to get a rise out of you."

I smile and shake my head.

I look back in front of us and I notice a dark haired woman walking. She looks over at the three of us and suddenly stops.

The dark haired women first looks at Aragorn, then me.

I look over at Aragorn as he is looking at her, but he quickly turns his head to look at me.

She quickly walks towards us which makes me turn my attention back to her.

She flashes a nice smile, "Ayvee! You're back!"

I replicate her smile, "I am."

I look over to Aragorn so that he can introduce me to the elf standing before me.

"This is Arwen. Daughter of lord Elrond." Aragorn explains to me.

"Oh. Nice to meet you." I say to Arwen.

Arwen's expression turns from happy to confused, so Aragorn chimes in, "Ayvee cannot remember anything. We are unsure why."

"Oh.." she says looking at Aragorn. She looks at me,"I am very sorry."

"We were good friends." She adds.

I nod and give my best smile.

I doubt I will be talking to her again.

Arwen looks at Aragorn and then my brother, "Ithil." She bows her head.

"Arwen." Ithil says with a closed mouth smile, just before he starts walking again.

She gives Ithil a small smile as she moves to the side, out of our way.

Then, she looks at Aragorn who gives her a nod before we walk off.

For a minute straight there's nothing but silence from Aragorn and Ithil.

"Are you feeling alright?" Aragorn asks, breaking the silence.

"...yes? Why?"

"No reason." He says.

"What?" I ask him.

"Nothing." He shakes his head.

I stay silent for a moment while looking down at my feet.

"Are you okay?" I look back up at him.

Aragorn softly smiles and nods, "mhm."

Ithil quickens his pace as he leads the way. He turns the corner and exclaims, "Mistril! Autheil!"

My stomach drops and I stop in my tracks.

Aragorn turns in front of me and puts his hands on either side of my arms, "you should not be nervous. They will be happy to see you." He smiles reassuringly.

I do not enjoy his hands touching me but I suppose I'll put up with it because it is good intentioned.

"Let us hope."