The Queen of Gondor

Legolas

Welcome Orlando Bloom aka Legolas Greenleaf.
Btw, Winterfell is from Game of thrones so it belongs to George R. R. Martin.
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"We have to stay here."

"If you are thinking that we are going to take another road so that your sorry ass doesn't have to come with me to Gondor, you are mistaken." I get off Lathron.

"No, we are waiting for someone."

"And who might that person be?"

"You'll see."

"Whistle when our companion arrives." I run into the forest. I have missed this. Don't get me wrong, I love travelling with Aragorn but sometimes just being alone is pure...everything. I might no longer have my wolf form but I still am one.

I keep running until I stop at a certain tree. I smile and grab a branch to climb higher.

"Hello, can-" I turn around and kick who ever talked. An elf. He grabs his bow and points an arrow at me.

"Put the bow down."

"You hit me."

"You scared me."

"I could have your head for this."

"As could I." He keeps the weapon pointed at me. I roll my eyes and turn around and climb up.

"Where are you going?" He asks me and comes after me. I pick up my pace and head back to Aragorm. I whistle a tune that tells him to be ready.

The elf runs before me and grabs me and so I swing myself against another tree which knocks him off me. I jump back down and run to Aragorn.

"Hey, what is wrong?" Strider has his sword out and puts

"Got scared by an elf." I mumble and stroke Lathron in order to calm down.

"A blonde one, I imagine." I nod. Hè mutters something under his breathe and hugs me.

"Is he coming after you?" I nod again.

"Well,...at least you met our new companion." I tense up and turn around. Aragorn smirks at me so I put my head on his shoulder.

"You really brought an elf. You couldn't brought anyone else?"

"No."

"I hate you."

"Love you too." He chuckles.

"Strider! It is good to see you again!" We turn at the elf.

"Legolas meet Narwyn. Narwyn, Legolas. He will be travelling with us for possibly the next few years." He teases me.

"So I went from an annoying Chief to an annoying Chief and an elf. What could go wrong?" I throw my hands up dramatically ( and justified) .

"So you are the Narwyn Strider has told me much about." Legolas approaches and takes my hand.

"I hope he didn't mention anything bad." Legolas smirks at me and kisses it. He's a royal.

"You should have told me we were expecting royal company, Chief." I turn at Aragorn. Before he can reply Legolas whispers in my ear.

"Is he always this jealous or only with me around." I peak at Aragorn then respond.

"First time." That's somewhat true. Aragorn gets jealous when he's drunk. It's very ... amusing.

"Should we continue? Indirect revenge for the way we met." I smirk at him. I'm starting to like this elf.

"Of course." I walk away and pass Aragorn. His jaw is... well. He's biting down very hard.

"We don't have all day, gentlemen. Could we move? I'd like to get to Winterfel as fast as possible. Legolas do you have a horse or are you riding with me?" I raise my eyebrow. Aragorn is clenching his fists. Oh...that is attractive.

"I regret to say that I brought a horse." Legolas whistles and a beautiful brown stead comes out the bushes. He gets on it and comes beside me. We have a staring moment before I nudge Lathron forward.

--

I gain consciousness. Why? I can hear two voices behind me.

"You love her."

"I deeply enjoy her company but I do not love her like you do. I do not think anyone could love her like you do, mellon." (Friend.) Legolas answers.

"No. No, I don't think anyone could." They stay silent for a while.

"She looks carefree when she is sleeping."

"I know, Legolas. I have known her for over a century. While that doesn't mean a lot to elfes, it can mean everything to the both of us. Especially for me." I hear them shuffling.

"What does that mean?"

"She is of the race of Men. She was accepted as a Dunedain but she will die before me. And, while I can live to almost 300 hundred years, she only has until 80 if she is lucky."

"You are afraid to loose her. I am afraid to loose you two as well. You are the first friends that I have that aren't elves. I am scared of the day I will be the only one left." I start stretching.

"What are you talking about, both of you?" I ask and stand up. This is the first time in days that I acknowledge Aragorn. While it was amusing on one side, it also helped me analyse things I have never seen about him before. And I, although I have been fighting it,  am falling for my Chief.

"No longer mad at me?" He smiles at me.

"No." I sit beside him. He puts his arm around my shoulders so I put my head on his shoulder.

"I hate it when you're mad at me. Even worse when you ignore me."  He mumbles in Aduin.

"Call it even?"

"Even, pointy ears."

"Don't call me that!"

"What do you mean even?!" They yell at the same time. I laugh and look at the few trees that surround us. One tree in particular catches my eye. I stand up and approach it. There is one prominent mark.

"Come on, brothers! Don't let age get to you!" I run towards the few trees to loose my elder brothers. Since I am in my wolf form, I am faster than usually.

"Get back here! I am NOT old!" Robb yells after me. Jon, on the other hand, is running after me like a mad-wolf. I snicker and keep running until someone, Jon, pounces on me. He nibbles at my ears, my weak point.

"NO! Jon, get off! You oaf!"

"Admit that I am not old and I will consider it." He gives me his wolf grin.

"Admit that Robb is and I might consider it." I reply.

"Robb is old."

"Traitor!!" Jon yelps as Robb grabs him. I move away and catch my breath. The boys keep arguing until Robb, accidentally, claws a tree.

"Robb Stark!" Mother yells. The boys flinch at her voice.

"Sorry mother, it wasn't -"

"You should be ashamed of hurting a tree. It will take centuries before this will heal!" She scolds him. Robb and Jon transform as men again. Mother, being an elf with magic, understands us even in wolf form.

"Your mother is right. Terrible control boys. Aryvia, good save." Father comes towards us.

"Narw? Why are you staring at a tree?" Strider stands beside me.

"We're close. I know this tree. We're very close." I smile.

"I do hope so. I dob't want to climb on those mountains to get wherever we are getting." Legolas packs our things.

"That mountain is our destination, Princling. I hope you brought warm clothes, gentlemen." I grin. They groan while I laugh.

"Now back to my question. What did you mean, 'even' ?"

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