Silmaril's P.O.V
I wake up and feel my head resting softly in someone's lap. They are playing gently with my hair, twirling it around their finger. I slowly open my eyes and find that I am staring into Legolas' soft grey eyes.
He stares at me. "Are you awake?" He asks.
I open my mouth to answer and say "yes",but all that comes out is a raspy whisper.I clear my throat and swallow.
"Yes" I answer. In a stronger clearer voice.
"Good." He says.
"I thought you were dead at first because I couldn't hear you breathing but you just had the wind knocked out of you. I am glad you are okay." He answers softly.
"I will always be okay as long as you are here." I reply. I blush as he looks at me.
He puts his hand on my cheek and I smile.
He leans down and This is the closest I have ever been to an Ellon. (male elf)
"You are the most amazing Elleth I have ever met." He says.
"I lo-" he starts
But before he can finish what he is saying a loud growl fills the air echoing off the walls of the vally we are resting in.
Our foe steps out into the clearing. Bronze scales gleaming, eyes shining red.
It is a-
Dun, dun, dun!!!!!
Clif hanger!! I am so evil. He, he, he.
JUST KIDDING!!!!!!!!!!
No really.
Clifhanger!!!!!!!!
Hi guys!! Sorry about this really short chapter. I will make the next one much longer. What do you think the foe is? I can't wait to update! Don't forget to comment and vote. If you have any questions about the story, or if something is wrong just ask in the comments. Bye and I hope you like the book.
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FanfictionSilmaril is an elven ranger. She is as beautiful as the stones that she shares her name with. She has run away from everything, her home, her freinds, and her love, the prince of Mirkwood. She joins the dwarves on their journey to reclaim Erebor. ...
