Feä Bond (Legolas x OC)

Unexpected encounter

The lights filtered from the dining hall, but not much noise was coming from it. A soft singing voice permeated in the air, indicating that all guest had now migrated to the hall of fire for tale sharing. The clear intonations of the elf were soothing for the mind, and Frances slowly made her way down to the bridge that she had discovered some time ago and hung over the tumultuous flow of the Bruinen. In her hand laid a little piece of leather coming from the saddle gear.

The young woman glided silently across dead leaves and mossy patches on the slippery rocks. The heavy cloak enveloped her from head to toe, protecting her head from the cold night. Finally reaching the bridge, Frances walked up to the middle, where the vault was flat and the roadway the thinnest. The waterfall vaporized so much water that she could feel the droplets on her face, and the surrounding vegetation hid well the little stone bridge from view. It could have been a very romantic location had she come there with Charlie.

She didn't wish he was by her side, though. Charlie would totally freak out, and put more pressure than necessary on her already frail shoulders. She loved him, but he already had trouble handling his job with the FBI; he was way too anxious for his line of job. Roaming the wilds of middle earth, being ambushed with orcs was hardly is cup of tea. He'd stick like a sore thumb here, her technology boyfriend. The remembrance of his twinkling blue eyes, though, send a pang of longing through her heart. Would she ever see him again, her little, stressed out man that lived over the atlantic Ocean ?

Standing still, Frances murmured a few words for her mare, and threw the piece of leather into the bubbling waters of the stream. There had been quite a connection between her and the horse; the animal had quickly accommodated with her lack of experience. Hell, for a horse she had been incredibly comprehensive, and Frances was grateful for this, she that was mostly afraid of horses. Watching the waters, she let her memories fall back to her first days with the mare, and gave her a silent tribute. All kind of sounds were surrounding her, the bubbling of the water covered mainly all of it but still she could make out the slow ruffling of the leaves under the gentle wind, and the little scrunching noise mice and birds produced as they went by.

A musical voice rose up from the woods, saying something in a language she did not understand, and Frances jumped in fright, startled that she had not heard the owner coming in her contemplation. Switching naturally into a fighting stance under her heavy cloak, the young woman relaxed as she recognized the tall elf that was now standing at the other side of the bridge. The moonlight illumated his nearly white braided hair as he stayed motionless in fear of frightening her. Even if his posture was relaxed and non offensive, his stance was this of a king, and the silver rays of the moon enhanced his fair features as he observed her. The nicely chiseled lines of his face were so beautiful that he seemed like a faërie, ethereal and unreal. Overwhelmed by the presence of the elf, Frances realized that her mind had gone blank and was unable to form any sensible thought. Oe minute she was thinking about her sweet little Charlie, now nothing more existed that the prince of Greenwood glowing softly into the moonlight. What a striking contrast !

Frances stood motionless in the middle of the bridge, but even with the cloak covering her hair Legolas knew who she was. Apart from the fact that he could sense she was no elf, her size and posture informed him that she was the lady from the council. Despite a formal presentation in the dining hall, the lady Frances was mostly seen in the company of Arwen or the hobbits. Quite often though he had seen her training with her swordsmaster, or riding, but she was often seen alone. Far from making her more accessible, the rare times her had crossed her gaze had dissuaded him from tempting an approach. Every time his people had left him some little space to do as he pleased, she had shied away from him. Sure enough he had caught glimpses here and there at dinners. The twins had talked a lot about her, but they had never met in private.