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Chapter 9: Tales

Turwaithiel's PoV

I dont know how long we have been traveling. I somehow lost count of the days. The dwarves were great company, and it was obvious that Bleon was having the time of his life. I watch him as Balin teaches him how to track an animal. We were resting for the day, before we get to the ferry. I unconsciously play with the necklace on my neck as Laralen plops herself beside me with a huff. We both wore trousers, since it was rather difficult to move fast in a dress.

I have learned that Laralen was good at survival skills. She could hunt and shoot an arrow with perfect aim. She was actually too good for someone who rarely shoots an arrow.

"So are you going to tell me who gave you that necklace or will you evade my questions again?" She asks, crossing her legs under her. She turns to smile at me, a flower in her hand. She twirls it between her fingers.

"Ori," she says with a shrug and I find myself shaking my head as soft laughter escapes my lips. My thoughts travel for a moment before going back to her question.

"His name was Legolas," I start and she stops twirling the leaf, her attention turning to me. I give her a small smile before I continue, " he was a prince, from the woodland realm."

I allow my mind to conjure up the image of him. His light golden hair, his chiseled jaw. How he always squinted when he smiled at something he found amusing. The constant eyebrow raising when I did something surprising. His eyes, the way they seem to be made of blue crystal that made my insides warm. How they twinkled when he talked about something he liked.

"By the way you are staring into nothing with that smile on your face, I can tell he was quite a prince." Laralen teases as I am snapped out of my trance, my cheeks heating up.

"What happened?" She asked after the pause between us seemed to stretch. What happened? I took away that twinkle in his eyes and replaced it with something dark and heartbreaking. I could never will myself to forget that horrible scene. It was the first time I had seen him cry. So defeated. So utterly broken. My heart constricts as I felt the pinprick of tears in my eyes.

"Turwaithiel?" Laralen asks, concern in her voice. Her voice made it much harder to stop the tears from flowing. What would she think of me if she found out the truth of what had happened? Of what I had done? I watch the dwarves trying to teach Bleon how to defend himself. The three of them were there that day. Would they mention it at some point during our travels? Should I tell Laralen the truth. I was so afraid of her finding out. She seemed to think elves are flawless.

"I am sorry if I have upset you," she says, her eyes dropping down on her lap where the flower was laid, "it was not my intention."

"You do not have to tell me if you do not wish to." I turn back to her as she gave me a smile that somehow felt like an arrow through the heart. She was so kind. So gentle. What horrible tragedies had she overcome and yet she could still smile as if the world had not done her wrong. She had that looked that made one think she could see the good in everything, even in the dark lord.

"I have secrets as well, " she continued when I could not find myself to speak, " we all have them. It is quite normal. No one really knows a person, that is what I think."

I offer her a smile before she pushes herself up, dusting the dirt on her trousers.

"I believe it is time for lunch," she states and I make a quick move to grab her hand as she turned quickly towards me.

"You have not upset me," I say and she gives me a small nod before smiling, " It is not something I wish to talk about just yet."

"I understand, perhaps next time then." She then turns towards the center of our little camp, bending down towards the stock of wood we had readied for a campfire.