Of Elves and Humans

Chapter 4: We want to see them

Quick character list:

Galidar: Legolas' childhood friend. He is mostly seen around Legolas cracking jokes ^^

Talmara: 19 years old(the picture ⤴ is her) She works at The Willow's Horde and works as a healer. Her parents are deceased. Marli's sister and mother figure.

Marli: almost 4 years old. She is very sweet and mostly quiet. She loves dolls and flowers. Her Godparents are the baker and his wife.

Damon: redheaded brat. He loves to joke and annoy people. He is about 9 years old.

Emilla: she is 8 years old. She loves to draw and ask many questions.

Mr. Brooker: The owner of The Willow's Horde tavern. He is grumpy and not fond of children.

Elowen: blond hair, blue eyes pretty girl. She works at the tavern and is mostly a flirt everywhere she goes. She is Talmara's childhood friend.
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Conscious slowly returned to Legolas. Burning pain in his side made him take a deep breath, and he tried to open his eyes; he wondered when he had fallen out, and frowned at the unfamiliar feeling of soft sheets. At seeing the bright sunlight, he quickly reclosed his eyes, and brought a hand up to massage his throbbing head; the action pulled at his bandaged side and he winced.

"Lie still, I'll close the curtains," a woman's kind voice sounded in the room. There were quiet footsteps, then the sound of drapes shutting and the sunny room dimmed. "You must be thirsty."

Not knowing someone was there, Legolas startled at the voice and tried to sit up but a sharp pain in his head forced him to stay put. He tried to speak but it sent him into a fit of painful coughing.

"Lie still," the woman commanded. She moved to pour a glass of cool water then sat at the edge of the bed--"drink slowly now."

The fragrance of lilacs and vanilla swept across his nose and he relaxed. He felt a glass between his lips then a gentle hand moved to hold up his head, and he gladly welcomed the cool liquid that ran down his parched throat.

The woman made to remove the glass but a firm hand on her wrist stopped her; she stayed put and watched as the fair being drank the cup dry. When Legolas finished, she set the glass on the table by the bedside. She grabbed a cool cloth and pressed it on the elf's forehead. Her eyes gazed over his handsome, exotic features and her fingers itched to trance over his fair skin. How could someone be so perfect? She thought.

Legolas opened his eyes. It was fuzzy, and his head pounded uncomfortably. His eyes focused on the woman's face; he recognized her as the waitress and the woman who frantically took the child from his arms. Talmara, that was her name, he thought. She was smiling at him now, her hazel eyes filled with unshed tears. He realized then that it was her sister that he rescued from the flames.

"You mustn't cry," he reached up and brushed his hand over her cheek, realizing how soft it was, "please."

Talmara nodded and pressed her cheek to his hand. She stood up and took a deep breath. "My sister is alive because of you, I am forever grateful."

Legolas smiled softly. "Is-- she alright?" he whispered.

"Yes--" Talmara dabbed at her eyes and chuckled," she asks for you--"

A knock at the door cut her off. Before she could answer, the door opened, and a male with long chestnut hair and bright gray eyes welcomed himself into the room. Talmara found herself staring at curiously at the intruder; her mind still couldn't process that elves were actually here.

"He has awoken," Galidar stepped forward, "I wish to speak with him."

"He can't speak," Talmara stated, "His voice is irritated and he needs to heal."