She pushed herself up on one arm, only to be met by Legolas firm hand on her chest holding her down.
That is enough, he said to her sternly, but his eyes betrayed gentleness despite the unbending iron in his voice. The decision has been made, and the orders came from higher up. It is not for you, or me, to argue. The least you can do now is show a little gratitude.
Miriel was far too weak to struggle with the Elf, so she gave in and leaned back with a sigh of resignation.
I am grateful, she mumbled.
Legolass mouth twitched into a little smile. I know you are. Now for the second time, get some rest.
Miriel saw no alternative but to mildly accept. She did not object when Legolas arranged the blanket around her again, and she smiled appreciatively at him instead, placated by the knowledge that he was not the one responsible for her being moved into these quarters and given better treatment than the common soldiers, which Miriel felt she neither wanted nor deserved. The smile was returned, and for a brief moment, Legolass lingering hand rested softly against her cheek. She let her face drift sideways into his palm, and her jangled spirit was soothed and stilled. She obediently closed her eyes as Legolas left her and returned to the window. She was just about to slip into peaceful dreams when suddenly another thought came to her. Her eyes popped open, and she lay staring at the Elf.
What about you, Legolas? she asked at length.
Legolas turned and regarded her, puzzled. What do you mean, myum, my lady? Forgive me, I do not know your name.
Im Miriel, she replied quickly as if it were of no importance, impatient to get the answers to her own questions.
Legolas was apparently in no such hurry. His inherent grace as he glided across the room took the edge off Miriels own haste as if casting a spell over her. She studied him in puzzlement and mused to herself. How could one so powerful and deadly in battle possess such fluidity in his agile movements?
Miriel, Legolas repeated slowly, returning to the bedside and kneeling beside her. Mae govannen. Gil sila erin lu govaded min, Miriel.
Miriel blinked, her thoughts returning fully to the present. What?
It means, Well met indeed. A star shines on the hour of our meeting, Sparkling Like Jewels, replied the Elf with a smile.
Sparkling Like Jewels? Is that what my name means?
Legolas nodded and took her hand. The intensity of his gaze was almost too much for Miriels heart.
Now, Lady Miriel, you were asking me a question.
Oh yes, she said, remembering. What about you? Where will you sleep?
Elves do not sleep, answered Legolas with a grin. We can rest our minds even while we remain in the waking world. Therefore I will keep watch.
I see, Miriel murmured in awe, her gaze drifting toward the window. Then she looked up sharply. What about food? Have you eaten anything?
Legolas cast his eyes to the floor sheepishly and shook his head.
Then what in Middle-earth have you been doing the whole time this battle has been over? cried Miriel, astonished. Surely even you perfect Elves have to eat once in a while!
Legolas chuckled softly and nodded affirmatively.
Then Ill ask you again what has kept you from the table, said Miriel with a sharp edge in her voice. She felt strangely angry with him for not taking care of himself.
I have been er busy, my lady, replied Legolas, avoiding her gaze.
What do you mean, youve been b Suddenly light dawned on Miriel, and she stared at Legolas in wonder. You havent left me since we arrived, have you. It was a statement of mild reproach rather than a question.
Legolas looked straight at her. Miriel caught her breath, but she steeled herself and struggled to sit up, biting her lower lip against the pain. Legolas instantly protested, but Miriel stopped him short with a sharp glance and determinedly pushed herself up until she was sitting, supported by her one good hand rigidly planted on the bedsheets behind her. She sat eye to eye with the fair blonde Elf.
Thank you for everything youve done for me, and for your constant vigilance, Legolas, she told him gently. But Im fine now, and Helms Deep is quite safe by your own account. Leave and get something to eat. You need to keep up your strength.
Legolas shook his head. Im not going anywhere. Ill stay here while you sleep and make sure youre all right.
Suddenly Miriel lurched forward and seized the collar of Legolass tunic and gripped it with surprising strength.
Leave me, she ordered fiercely. My part in this war is over, but you will be needed again ere the end. More dark battles lie ahead, and your path will take you deep into danger and shadow. She gentled just as quickly and continued with a more even temper: But for tonight, Legolas, eat a good supper and celebrate this victory with the King of Rohan and your friends.
Legolas smiled. You are very poetic, Lady Miriel.
Elves arent the only ones capable of fair speech, retorted Miriel, staring at him seriously. She raised her dark eyebrows threateningly. And dont you try to change the subject, Legolas. Supper. Now.
Legolas was obstinate. Miriel gazed at Legolas and drew him closer. She softened and quietly stopped the protest she instinctively felt was coming.
I wont rest until you do, she whispered, smoothing back a stray lock of his gold Elven hair. She looked deep into his blue eyes. Im quite beyond death, I assure you. Ill be fine, Legolas. Now go.
Legolas stared at her for a long moment, studying her. Miriel was enchanting. She had the innocence of a child, the fire of a storm and the beauty of a queen. She could be both merry and deadly serious, fragile as a new butterfly and brave as a roaring lion, terrible as thunder and gentle as a spring rain. Fear had no conquering hold over her, and although Legolas sensed that she was still in great pain and suffering from some deep sorrow, Miriel concerned herself with the welfare of others before herself. Miriel was like no one Legolas had ever met, Elf or mortal, in all the long years he had walked in Middle-earth.
At last Legolas slowly nodded, and Miriel released him. He arose and bowed swiftly, and then he was gone.
Miriel lay back wearily and collapsed on her pillows. She was exhausted, but sleep eluded her. Thoughts of Legolas filled her mind instead. His mere presence was a healing balm to her wounded soul. She drew much-needed strength from him, and for his care, she appreciated him to no end. But there was something mesmorizing about him. His piercing blue eyes could flash like lightning in terrible anger or overflow in shining rivers of happiness, or be as calm and peaceful as the deep sea under the moonlight. His smooth brow was young and yet old at once, full of wisdom and years but undimmed by the gray lines of time. His fair locks trailed down and cascaded about his shoulders like silken waterfalls. Expressions passed over his face like wind on the mountainside, ever changing, and each mood seemed to hold greater intensity than the last. Miriel turned toward the window and watched the bright stars glittering like diamonds in the night skies.
It was thus in deep contemplation that Legolas found her when he returned to the tower. Miriel glanced up at him and smiled.
That was quick, Miriel lightly remarked. Are you certain you got enough food?
Of course! Legolas replied, grinning merrily. I eat swifter than ordinary mortals. Im an Elf, you know.
Miriels eyes sparkled as she smiled back.
Elves, she muttered, shaking her head. And then she sighed contentedly and fell fast asleep even as Legolas sat down near the window.
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