❤️Amariës point of view❤️
I slowly wake up. Under my palms I can feel a soft sheet. My hand moves a little over the fabric. Then someone grabs my hand gently and squeezes it slightly. I open my eyes. I look up on a ceiling in a bright and beautiful room. My gaze wanders to my left. There sits Legolas and holds my hand. He smiles when he sees me looking at him.
L: How are you?
He asks softly.
A: Hungry.
I answer him and try to sit up. But when I move my right arm a sharp pain cutes through my shoulder. I lean back again gasping for air. Legolas leans over me and asks worried;
L: What is it?
A: My shoulder, it hurts.
L: When you throwed yourself at the door your shoulder rotated out of joint. The healers fixed it and it will soon heal.
He says comforting and strokes my cheek.
A: Can you help me to sit up.
I ask feeling helpless. He nods and puts one arm behind my back and helps me. After that he goes and gets some food from a table next to the door. I look around. There is a huge wardrobe, a balcony, many weapons, armour that probably belongs to Legolas and a small table. The table stands next to the bed with a painting on it. On the painting is a beautiful elfin drawn.
A: Who is that?
I ask him curious.
L: That's my mother. She died when I was young.
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Captured (Legolas fanfiction)
FanfictionAmarië has been traveling for a long time searching for the right place to settle down. During her journey she meets new friends and faces some dangers. But what happens when she travels through Mirkwood and gets caught in the middle of a fight bet...
