"No," Estel mumbled in his sleep. "I-I…no."
He tossed and turned, fighting the nightmare that haunted him
lately. The oppressive responsibility he felt choked him and he
dreamed of failing, but failing what he did not know.
People he knew and loved died in these dreams and he felt it was
his fault. Why? Why did these dreams torment him!?
A light film of sweat covered his body as he tried desperately to
Suddenly, he felt strong but gentle arms hold him. His heart quit
racing with fear as he felt himself being rocked tenderly.
"Shhh," came a familiar and much loved voice at his ear then a
brush of lips against his own. "Rest, Estel, I will guard you…I will
keep you safe."
With a sigh, Estel indeed fell back to sleep, pleased his beloved
wood-elf had entered his dreams.
Legolas smiled as he watched the sleeping human. He had heard his
cries of distress and silently entered the room. The moment he took
him in his arms, Estel quieted.
Yes, he would keep his love safe.