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A Chance Encounter - 5

(Warnings: some angst, fluff, jokes, I’m pleased with this chapter actually:3)

For the words in bold, if you want to know 100% what they mean, here’s the website I use: https://www.thuum.org/translator.php

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Ruth’s eyes were closed as she enjoyed the cold air, her cheeks pink from the cold as she took a deep breath. The celebrations had long since died down but she didn’t feel like going inside yet. She heard footsteps, light, softly approaching and she couldn’t help but smile softly, already having an idea of who it was and the voice only confirmed it. “Are you not cold?” Ruth hummed quietly at the question, gently shaking her head as she opened her eyes, looking up at Aragorn with a soft expression “my kind never truly grows cold… never sleep peacefully either” Ruth added in a quiet voice, looking over the sleeping Edoras as Aragorn sat down beside her. “Tell me, your kind… how many others have you met?” Aragorn asked and Ruth couldn't help but pale a little bit when she heard it, a second pair of footsteps, much lighter, reaching her ears long before they reached Aragorn’s. “Legolas, sit” Ruth awkwardly invited, smiling over her shoulder at him before turning back to Aragorn. “Not many. I have met others but I have not known them… I’m sad to say that the ones I didn’t know that I met, have been ones who were lost, lost within the desire to hunt, overtaken with the blood they have, attacking everyone and everything in sight. Most don’t want this blood by choice, most get infected from another species, they don’t realize it until it’s too late. Those are the ones I have killed… the ones I have known are different. There was Skjor, Aela, Farkas, Vilkas… Kodlak… Kodlak was different… he was what is known as a Harbinger, a sort of mentor, guiding a faction called The Companions, giving advice, but they don’t actually lead. He was a great man, though he grew tired of the beast blood, as we call it. We have a saying; eyes on the prey, not the horizon. It’s to remind us what’s in front of us, and not what’s to come, but Kodlak was beginning to look to the horizon… he wanted to be rid of it… cured… he looked for ways to do this, one day he sent me out to find this cure, but when I got back he-... he was dead, attacked, killed in battle. I attended his funeral after avenging him, after that, I managed to cure him even in death, allowing him to enter Sovngarde, as he deserves” Ruth explained in a soft voice, daring to cast a glance at Legolas and it seemed like Araogorn caught onto this, clearing his throat as he sighed and stood up, stretching a bit “goodnight, Ruth, Legolas” Aragorn bowed his head before entering the hall once more, though he didn’t stray far, peeking around the corner to see Ruth and Legolas sit beside each other, Legolas looking at her, Ruth avoiding his gaze all together, as though the stone steps they were sitting on was the most interesting thing she had seen in all of her unnaturally long life.

“A-About earlier, I overstepped, forgive me, Legolas” Ruth blurted out, continuing to avoid his gaze until Legolas finally had enough, his hand gently cupping her cheek, turning her head to face him and the second she did, his lips pressed against hers, and this time, it was her who was unprepared. It took a few seconds before she registered what was happening, but when she did, her eyes closed as she leaned into his touch, kissing him softly and gently. Aragorn smirked before turning away, about to continue when he heard Ruth’s worried voice. “Legolas?...” her voice was wavering a little as Legolas frowned before looking at her with terror. “It’s here!” he whispered and Ruth frowned as she got up, Legolas soon following as she ran to the room everyone else was sleeping in, bursting into the door with Aragorn following soon after, watching him take the glowing orb from Pippin only to faint soon after. Without thinking Ruth ran forward as the orb rolled, picking it up, expecting to faint as Aragorn had done but instead she just held the cold orb in her hands, a frown on her pale, freckled face as she stared into the fiery eye portrayed in the orb, her frown growing into a look of horror, her breathing picking up as though she was horrified, a look of utter terror forming on her face as Gandalf quickly used a blanket to cover the orb and take it from her. Gandalf cast one look at her as she looked at him, her green eyes moving to an unmoving Pippin and before Gandalf could react, she was by his side, cupping his face in her hands as she studied him before closing her eyes, holding both hands out over Pippin’s body, over his head. A glowing light began to form, warm, like a lit candle, a small chiming noise filling the quiet room as the glow began to stretch into lines, like silk ribbons flowing through a river, wrapping around Pippin’s entire body as it was as though a glowing light outlined his still body, the light almost blinding to anyone being too close, the chiming, although unrelenting, was comforting, as though the sound itself was enough to soothe someone, everyone’s panic slowly vanishing as they watched the glowing light slowly fade, the chiming sound fading into nothing as Ruth opened her green eyes again, the flecks of gold seemingly alive, breathing even, as though excited that she was using some part of herself she kept hidden. Pippin’s eyes shot open and he gasped, Gandalf quickly kneeling down beside him as Ruth stood up and stepped back, almost stumbling. She cast a glance around the room but didn’t seem as though she was actually looking at anything. Her feet carried her past everyone as she rushed outside, her feet carrying her towards the gate as Legolas followed after her once he made sure Aragorn was alright.

“Ruth… Ruth! Ruth!!” Legolas shouted as he tried to catch up to her, eventually reaching her, gently touching her elbow before grasping it to stop her, which worked. “What did it say?” Legolas’ soft spoken question was enough for Ruth to break down, tears in her eyes as she finally looked up at him, the green pools he adored, swimming amongst unshed tears. “Hin Daan Ag Enook Sivaas Hi Haalvut, Sahlo Mal Lucia” Ruth’s voice was barely above a whisper, a lump in her throat as she looked back towards the hall “he knew my daughters name…” she muttered, looking down with a heavy sigh before shaking her head, her free hand gently removing his hand from her elbow, her eyes meeting his once more as a few tears spilled over, running down her pale cheeks, staining those beautiful freckles. In a split second she leaned up and softly kissed him before standing back down, whistling a low tune and stepping back from him, saddling up on Shadowmere as the horse stopped in front of her. “Don’t wait for me” was her last words before she rode the rest of the way towards the gate, slipping through them with Shadowmere, Legolas’ feet carrying him to one of the watchtowers, a shadow darker than the night surrounding them was seen moving across the field, out of sight and it wasn’t long after that Legolas heard a deep, long howl that sounded much more different to the other times he had heard that howl, this was one of pain.

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Legolas fiddled nervously with the necklace Ruth had let him keep, his brows drawn together in a frown as he was deep in his own head, only present enough to steer the horse every now and then, humming at whatever Gimli was saying. “She will be alright, Legolas” the elf looked up at Aragorn with a frown, a sigh leaving his lips as he looked away from Aragorn, back down at the necklace before looking ahead again, not saying a single word, Gimli looking at Aragorn with a concerned look. “You saw her, she can fight thousands of orcs for hours without getting a scratch on her, and now she has her ring” Aragorn once again tried to persuade his friend but all he got was Legolas turning his gaze further away from him, a sigh leaving his lips as he nearly gave up. “Five days” Legolas finally spoke up, looking back at Aragorn “she has been gone for five days” Legolas added, Aragorn nodding softly “and she will be back. She has someone to come back to” Aragorn reminded the elf, a small smile tugging at his lips when he saw Legolas blush. “Besides, I don’t truly think she’s that far away” Aragorn stated with a smirk, gesturing in the direction of a mountain ridge they were near, Legolas’ blue eyes following up the stone structure until he was met with a pair of glowing yellow eyes that were gone as soon as he had seen them, his entire body relaxing more as he occasionally glanced back on the ridge, hoping he’d see those glowing eyes again, and even though he was met with stone each time he tried, he still looked occasionally.

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It was dark when the guards at the new camp saw two red, glowing eyes approach them, the sound of hooves treading the grass calmly as they approached was about the only sound that gave it away that someone was approaching, despite the eyes. They were about to ask the person to halt when they spotted her, someone who had been talking with the king himself, so they let her ride through, three dead deer on the back of her horse, two rabbits hanging from the side and a fox hanging on the other side of the saddle, all gutted expertly. Legolas raised his head as he heard the hooves of a horse he had heard a few times now, his eyes lifting from his bow to the red eyes that approached him, the horse stopping barely an inch from him as it’s rider saddled off. For the first time her hood was up, a sort of mask covering half of her face from her eyes under, her red hair hidden behind the hood as she began to unload the deers, rabbits and the fox before making a small clicking noise, Shadowmere turning around and calmly walking out of the camp, out of sight and into the darkness. “You’re back” Legolas noted with a soft smile, and it was as though just hearing his voice was enough to make Ruth snap out of her quiet state, her green eyes meeting his, peeking over the edge of the mask that covered the rest of her face, her freckles and birthmark and scars hidden from his eyes as she held eye contact with him for a few seconds longs. “I overheard something about a lack of food” she finally mumbled, about to pick up one of the deer on her shoulder when Legolas stood up to help, picking up a deer himself and taking one of the rabbits, Ruth following his motions and picking up the fox, the two of them walking towards Théoden and Éomer.

Ruth dropped the deer and fox near Éomer, causing him to turn around at the noise as Legolas dropped the rest, smiling softly at Ruth before putting a hand on her shoulder, silently telling her he was fetching the rest. “I heard something about a lack of food” Ruth stated once more, pulling down the mask covering half her face, revealing a new scar on her cheek, near the old one that stretched through her birthmark, it was small and looked like it fitted in with the others, only it was fresher. “How did you hunt all this?” Éomer asked with shock as he kneeled down and inspected the expertly gutted animals as Legolas returned with the remaining animals, gently placing them on the ground by the others. “I’ve gutted them, do the rest” Ruth muttered in a tired voice before turning around and leaving, walking away from him and Legolas, pulling down her hood and sighing heavily, a hand running down her face in frustration. She was about to head towards the exit of the camp when Legolas caught up with her, gently grabbing her hand which stopped her, turning her to face him. “Back in Edoras… your words… what did they mean, Ruth?” Legolas asked softly and she closed her eyes in regret, gently shaking her head as she looked away, but she didn’t leave. “‘Your doom burns every creature you touch, poor little Lucia’... that’s what it said. Dragonborns have often been called ‘doomstriken’ or ‘doom fated’. Because of the dragon blood in our veins we lust for power and domination, and unfortunately, far too many give in to it…” Ruth muttered as she gently pulled her hand out of his, looking back up at him with a forced smile “I don’t want another death on my hands, Legolas…” Ruth trailed off as though her words were explanation enough, hoping and praying that Legolas would get the message but he just grabbed her hand again, gently guiding her to a nearby fire, sitting down with her on a log and the second she sat down, she leaned against his shoulder, eyes locked on the flames as they licked at the air, trying to climb higher and higher. “You’re not doomstriken, Ruth” Legolas’ soft words were enough for her to relax against him, her eyes closing out of their own accord before she forced them back open again, only for them to fall shut once more, this time she didn’t force them open though, she let herself drift off on Legolas’ shoulder, the fire warming her bones that had been strained for days now, hunting, running, never taking a moment to rest, until now. After a while Legolas gently picked her up and carried her to his tent, laying her down on his cot before laying down on the grass below, his own eyes closing as he began to drift off.

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When Legolas woke up, he expected to find Ruth, it was barely dawn, still dark outside but she was nowhere to be seen, the camp still mostly asleep but yet there were sounds of life outside the small tent. When Legolas looked towards the the cot he saw some stew carefully placed on it so it wouldn’t spill, a wooden spoon lying next to it and before Legolas could think anything else, the flap opened, revealing Ruth as she walked in, gaze downcast until she realized Legolas was awake, her cheeks burning bright red as she cleared her throat and approached, some bread in her hands, wrapped in some fabric as she walked closer and put it down beside the stew, gesturing to it “I uh… brought you food” she mumbled, giving him a soft smile before leaving the tent once more. Legolas happily took the food that she had brought him, it somehow tasted better with the knowledge that it was her who brought it to him in preparation for him to wake up, not Aragorn, certainly not Gimli, her.

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Legolas couldn’t help but glare as he watched her ride next to Éomer, the occasional smile thrown his way when he made her laugh, it annoyed him and he had no idea why. “The dragon at Helm’s Deep, it was real?!” Éomer asked and she nodded with a chuckle “yes, his name is Durnehviir, I bested him in combat once” she explained, Éomer blinking at her with shock “you-... bested a dragon?? Alone?” he asked with shock and her cheeks burned as she shrugged, clearing her throat awkwardly as she shifted uncomfortably in the saddle. “Yes, though I had help from three others… but he’s far from the first or last dragon I’ve bested, I just didn’t kill him, or well, I did but he can never really die so he just reappeared again” Ruth said as though that made it less of a big deal, Éomer’s eyes wide as he simply watched her, clearly making her uncomfortable without realizing it. “Bormahu Ofan Zu’u Mulaag…” Ruth muttered quietly as he continued to stare at her, her shy look slowly turning into one of annoyance. “Drem, Ruth, Drem. Krif Dovah Ahst Daar Lein Los Nunon Zoor…” she added quietly, glancing at Éomer before clearing her throat, raising her head as if she heard something, a frown forming on her face “yes, Legolas? Excuse me, Lord Éomer, I believe I heard Legolas calling for me” she said politely, turning Shadowmere around and practically galloping over to Legolas, opting to ride alongside him instead, letting out a heavy breath. “Please pretend to be talking to me” she whispered in a quiet voice, Legolas smirking as he chuckled, Aragorn shaking his head in amusement as Gimli looked at her confused. “Daar Wahl Zu’u Lingrah Fah Dii Sul Ahst Fin Monahven Voth Paarthurnax…” Ruth mumbled, looking at Legolas to find him already looking at her, a blush forming on her cheeks as she cleared her throat and looked away. “Sorry, I often speak in Dovah tongue when I’m annoyed… or anxious, or nervous. Or angry” Ruth muttered, forcing herself to smile up at Legolas, her smile becoming less forced when Legolas smiled back at her. “So, what were you saying?” Legolas asked and Ruth couldn’t help but chuckle a bit, “oh, I was merely complaining, muttering to myself of how I longed to be back at the Monahven with my teacher. It was quiet times such as those that made things bearable after the Civil War” she admitted with a casual shrug, looking ahead with that same, soft smile on her lips. “Monahven is the dragon word for The Throat of the World, a highly significant place. It’s the tallest mountain in all of Skyrim, and the world in fact, I think, and the Nords believe they originated from there, that a goddess of nature and wind blew them into creation atop that mountain peak, though some just believe they hailed from Atmora. Either way, it’s the birthing place of man and dragons alike, it is said that the spirit of Kyne rests upon that mountain. There’s also a sort of rift, a shard of some sort. Time was shattered on top of that mountain, creating a rift where if you have a specific Elder Scroll, you can see through it, see what caused the rift itself, live through it as though you were really there” Ruth explained in a smirk, turning her head when she was met with silence, clearing her throat awkwardly as she looked away “forgive me for rambling” she muttered, about to steer Shadowmere away when a voice stopped her, “Elder Scroll? What are those?” Ruth looked at Legolas as he posed the question, one of her red eyebrows arching as she smirked at him “how much time do you have, Legolas of Mirkwood?” she asked in a teasing voice, Legolas smirking right back at her “as long as it takes, Ruth of Solstheim…”

Ruth blushed at his words and Gimli rolled his eyes, waving Aragorn over and when he was close enough, Gimli dared to pull himself over to Aragorn to sit behind him instead, a chuckle leaving Ruth’s lips at his action. “I don’t blame you, Master Gimli, it is a difficult subject to understand and not for those of simple minds, I do not blame you for fleeing” she stated teasingly, Gimli’s look turning into one of pure and utter shock and he couldn’t have looked more offended if he tried. “Aragorn, put me back! I said; put me back! I’ll show that-... what are you doing?! Aragorn! You’re riding the other way!” Gimli complained, a smirk on Aragorn’s lips as he gave you and Legolas some privacy.

“So, an Elder Scroll” Legolas started and Ruth smirked up at him before chuckling “Elder ScrollS. There’s three in total I believe, safely contained in my home until they decide to leave. You see, Elder Scrolls are something entirely different, nothing can destroy them, fire, ice, lightning, not even my Thu’um can touch it! Elder Scrolls are exactly where they want to be, they can be resting on the table in your house one second and be gone the next with no trace as to how or why. They appear at different times on Nirn, shifting in between time as though it was a gentle stream of water and not an all commanding force of nature. They can tell you of the past, the present and the future, they are so powerful that you can go blind if you are too hasty in trying to read one, and even if you manage a glimpse at it, it’s rare that you’ll be able to intrepid what you’ll see anyway. They pop up at different times but always where they’re needed, during a dragon crisis where a specific person needs to peek through the window of time to the past to learn a crucial tool to help save the world, kept safely in another pocket realm, awaiting someone to pick it up and join it with it’s fellow scrolls to avert a vampire crisis and save the mortality and freedom of everyone. They always have a reason for existing, sometimes they stay decades in the same spot, knowing that one day someone will come get them, someone will have the purpose or the knowledge to find them. They can choose to disappear at any time, often at random but I believe there’s a sort of sentience to them. They always appear when needed, or when something concerning them is meant to happen or could happen. Four hundred years ago in my world, it is said that the Imperial Library had one of these scrolls, I’m not sure how they managed to get one but it is said to have been stolen by a legendary thief! The Gray Fox, legendary… I believe the scroll was there for that exact purpose. I believe the scroll I found in the dwemer ruins had waited decades for me to find it for the purpose of helping me see through that rift of time without going blind. Perhaps it is one of the Divines who control them, or the Daedra, perhaps they have their own sentience… I believe the latter. That they can think for themselves, they’re not alive but they are too methodical to be random acts of magic we don’t understand. I believe they act on the probability of things that can happen, there was a chance that the heist at the Imperial Library would be successful and so it planted itself into the hands of those it would be stolen from. There was a chance I’d make it to the Soul Cairn and free Valerica so she could lead me to the Scroll she kept hidden and locked away. There was a chance that I’d hear the rumors of the Dawnguard rising, that I’d join up to protect Skyrim once more and go to that cave where a woman was locked away with an Elder Scroll, which she would later entrust me with. They are all too methodical, too thought out to be simple acts of powerful magic… I don’t believe Magnus himself would have the power to do this so there has to be something more to it… it’s what I believe anyway, but the fact remains that not a lot is known about the Elder Scrolls, how they appear and disappear seemingly at will, how they can show the past, present and future all at once…” Ruth ended her rambling, about to apologize for rambling on and on when Legolas stopped her before she could, he enjoyed hearing her voice, even though he didn’t understand half of what she said. “The Dwemer had an Elder Scroll?” he asked with curiosity and Ruth seemed to light up at his question, bringing warmth to his heart as he watched her grin, watching her lips move as she began to explain and ramble, telling him her theories and beliefs as to how and why.

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Legolas hesitantly approached Ruth as she stood near the edge of the cliff, eyes locked on the moon, arms crossed over her chest as she had a small frown on her face, as though she was deep in thought, it was partially why Legolas was so careful when approaching her. “Ruth?” The short, red haired woman with almost glowing green eyes turned at the mention of her name, her eyes falling on Legolas and it was as though the sight of him alone was enough to make her less worried about something, her eyes returning to the moon up high above her. “There’ll be full moons on Nirn tonight… I’m amazed… I still feel the pull, the tug… even though I’m so far away… Hircine pulls me towards his hunting grounds…” Ruth whispered the last bit under her breath, as though it was a foreshadowing that she dreaded. “How did you arrive here, on Middle Earth?” Legolas finally asked the question that had plagued him since Lothlorien, a soft sigh leaving Ruth’s lips as she looked down. “I was roaming Apocrypha… collecting a unique book I had been looking for… a hobby of mine, but this book I wasn’t capable of finding on Nirn… so I traveled to Apocrypha, where all books and knowledge, free and forbidden, is stored. It’s the realm of a daedric prince who goes by the name Hermaeus Mora, or Herma Mora. I couldn’t find the book in that particular section of Apocrypha so I decided to exit and enter another section, hoping to find it there but when I exited-... I was here… I remember falling from the sky, hurling towards the ground… I managed to shift at the last moment, leaving me unscathed, sore but unscathed… I lost the clothes I was wearing but I wasn’t wearing anything significant, merely a comfortable dress. I ended up in Rivendell, I landed right outside a fountain of sorts, Lord Elrond happened to pass by, seeing me change back into human form… he cared for me, clothed me and fed me, nursed me back to my strength. Then a group of Dwarves showed up. When I first heard the news I was so confused,” Ruth stated with a light chuckle, gently shaking her head as she looked down at the ground, “the idea that Dwarves existed here, even though they were nothing like the ones from my world was quite a shock… I met them, got along well with them, learned about their culture and lives, they’re a festive bunch, small but cheery. They reminded me of the Companions, strong spirited and headstrong, full of fighting spirit. You should have seen Thorin’s face when I asked to join them on their quest, they all began to warn me about dragons and orcs and giant wolf like creatures the orcs used as mounts, it all sounded rather pleasant to me” Ruth admitted with a smirk, looking back up at Legolas “you know the rest” she ended, shrugging lightly before looking back out over the edge of the cliff. “Perhaps I can summon Durnehviir once more, to help in defending Gondor… he owes me quite a lot of favors and I know he enjoys the fresh air and sun, being cooped up in the Soul Cairn could have a vampire longing for the sun on their skin” Ruth added with an amused look on her face.

“What is a vampire?” Ruth’s head snapped in Legolas’ direction at his question, a look of shock on her face “you don’t-... you don’t have vampires?... I-I suppose it makes sense, since you don’t have Daedric Princes. Vampires are immortal beings from my world, created by a Daedric Prince of domination and enslavement, and of course vampires. Immortality is… tricky, in my world. Vampires will never get sick, grow old. They gain formidable power, but they can be killed, they can die from a wound if the wound is specific, like poisoned or inflicted by something specific. There’s different kinds of vampires too, there’s the daughters of Coldharbour and the men, they gain their vampirism directly from Molag Bal, the creator of vampirism, then there are the lesser streins, the ones infected by the Coldharbour vampires, then there are those infected by them, and so on and so on, each chain is weaker and less powerful than the ones directly from Molag Bal, or the ones that are direct from him. The further away from the source, the weaker” Ruth stated with a shrug, looking up at Legolas with a soft smile, as though studying him before looking back up at the moon “I rejected the offer to become one of the most powerful ones… I must admit that I somewhat regret it…” Ruth muttered the last bit with a bittersweet smile. “You… regret it?” Legolas asked slowly, seeing Ruth nod her head softly “yes… I had the option, to be infected by one who was transformed by Molag Bal himself, but I refused… I was too caught up in my beast blood back then, thinking that it was more superior than their power. It would have helped in the upcoming battles, giving me more control, more power… my kind, the Dovahkiin, I’ve told you of how we lust for power… that we can’t help it, it’s in a dragon’s nature to dominate and that nature lies within us, because of the dragon souls. It’s also very difficult to resist, I kept that in mind when I refused, believing I would be denying myself too much power in an attempt to control myself but-...” Ruth trailed off with an almost sad look to her, eyes moving to the ground under her feet, the edge itself barely more than a few inches away from where she was standing. “The beast blood haunts me, Legolas… I begin to grow tired of it… of the hunger, the restless nights… I haven’t slept soundly since I acquired the blood… I would do mostly anything for one night’s rest… without nightmares, without a restless need to hunt… I want hunting to be a sport again, not something that I felt compelled to do… If I could go back in time… I might’ve joined Lord Harkon… at least for a brief while…” Ruth admitted in an almost whispering voice, as though saying it out loud would damn her to the darkest pits of a place of her horrors, eyes glazed over as if she was in some sort of daze. “Is there a way to cure yourself? You said you cured a man once after he was dead?” Legolas asked after a while, seeing her nod gently, as though doing any movement too big would make the world come crashing down over her head “there is… an item one must burn to free themselves… I’ve freed Kodlak… Vilkas, Farkas… only Aela and I are left and I grow tired of it, of never sleeping peacefully. I know Aela holds onto the blood so she can see Skjor, her lover, in the afterlife of Hircine, but I’m not so certain as to why I’m holding onto it… I have no one waiting for me in the Hunting Grounds. I suppose if I couldn’t go to Sovngarde I’d want to go to the Evergloam, if Nocturnal allows it. It’s said to be so beautiful that mortals go blind upon entering the realm” Ruth muttered with a blissful look before seemingly snapping out of it, blinking away a few tears before smiling up at Leolas “we best rest our bones before we’ll have to join Aragorn” she said casually, turning around to walk away when Legolas gently grabbed her by her elbow, stopping her “how-”

“There’s a rider approaching, Legolas. I remember the sound of the hooves, it’s Lord Elrond, also,” she took a step closer to him with a smirk “I can smell it’s him” she stated with a smirk before moving so his hand slipped into hers, a grin on her lips as she nodded towards the nearby fire where, amongst others, Gimli sat and laughed, enjoying himself. Legolas found himself easily pulled along with her, the smile she cast over her shoulder at him, the way the fire glowed behind her, making her red hair almost shine in the darkness, it was enough to convince him. She dragged him over by the fire, sitting down on the ground next to an open space on a log, Legolas sitting down on the log and without hesitating she leaned her head on his legs, grinning and laughing at one of Gimli’s comments. Legolas couldn’t help but admire her, the top of her fiery red hair, glowing, the small braids here and there as her hair was pulled from the front to the back of her neck, tied with a thick band of something, along with a clasp he knew to be dwarvish in origin, the symbols faint in the darkness, the moving light of the fire was enough to light up some of the carvings. Her skin almost burned through to his legs, she was almost burning as hot at the fire yet didn’t appear to be ill, her cheeks, although pale, had a healthy color to them, the freckled seemingly moving about on her cheeks, dancing across them, running over the bridge of her nose, he knew it was just the flames and the way the light was cast and moved, but it brought a smile to his face, the idea of her freckles coming alive, dancing to a tune no one but she knew.

#Skyrim fic #LOTR fic #Skyrim x LOTR Crossover #A Chance Encounter #Legolas x OC #Legolas x Ruth Telvanni #Elder Scrolls: V

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