Feä Bond (Legolas x OC)

Gone

The day after, Frances woke early at the sound of chirping birds bundling at the window because of the cold wind. Dark nightmares had plagued her mind, and she felt sickened by the content of her imagination. Dressing up in a woolen dress and fur boots after refreshing her face with icy water, she passed quickly through the kitchen to grab a bit of elven bread and took off for the mountains. Her thick elven cloak was welcome in the icy wind, and the sky was grayish, smelling of snow. Her thoughts were wandering again to the terrible nightmares, and she shuddered in the cold morning. She definitely needed a break to process all this knowledge that had suddenly turned from theoretical to very practical. Was she ready for middle earth and its foulness? As doubts plagued her mind, the frozen lake came into view and she smiled through the little flakes that had started falling down during her ascension.

Soon enough she was circling again on the ice, her hair securely fastened in a tight braid, and all nasty thoughts left her mind for a while. Circling and twirling around, Frances enjoyed every moment of her shameless escapade from her studies until two familiar elven figures appeared behind a line of tree. As the twins stepped on the ice and safely made their way to her, their balance unhindered, she darted off in her direction.

Both twins had debated about the sense of coming up to seek out the young lady, but her quick escape from the morning had hinted them to do so. It was not unusual for her to run away and disappear like this, but still they felt like they needed to bid her adieu. The reception they would get however was still unsure. Estel was still angry. From Frances, they knew next to nothing. She seemed to have been deeply affected by the orc's savagery and the death of her mount. The girl was sometimes so oversensitive that they wondered how she had managed to travel up to weather top and attacked the Nazgûls. She had been ignorant of their nature, but still it was a mighty deed for someone so inexperienced with weapons.

The twins braced for impact, ready to take her anger. Yet, the young woman's progress in their direction seemed far from wary.

She stopped in a twirling motion in front of them and both elves raised an eyebrow.

- "Hello mischievous twins, how fare you on this freaking cold day?"

Her tone was lighter, nightmares forgotten. Elladan slightly bowed, his tone very formal.

- "We fare well, thank you my lady..."

- "... What about you?", Elrohir finished.

The young woman took a few instants before answering this question, her eyes switching to the rocky mountains before getting back to the two worried faces of the twins.

- "Well, alive I am so I guess that this will have to do"

A thick silence followed during which Frances wondered if she could pry about the meeting with their father, but from they grim faces she bit her tongue instead. Still, she couldn't shake the sight of their beautiful features, deformed by fury. How she wanted to ask, but she felt in no position to make such enquiries. Tentative friends they were... not enough to delve into past hurts.

Elves were in general used to silence, their numerous years of existence slowly replacing the need to talk by simple observation. However, the twins were not used to hers, she that had opened like a shell during the past weeks. Her facial expression did not indicate any forwardness, but surprisingly enough there was no anger directed towards them either. About to greet her goodbye and break the new of their departure, Elladan was interrupted by his brother who could not contain his curiosity anymore.

- "Are you not angry at us?"

Gritting his teeth in displeasure, the older elf nonetheless waited for the answer. Frances seemed to seek an appropriate answer to this very sensitive question, but even the truth seemed to elude her. Eventually, she found a way to express her feelings honestly.