Love in Color

Elaneth watched Haldir strut across the room, frustration like fire bubbling up in her stomach. She slammed the heavy atlas down on the table, ridiculously satisfied that the racket had made the Marchwarden turn her direction.

Satisfaction melted into white hot fury at the coolly inquisitive expression knitting his eyebrows. He glanced from the book to Elaneth�s flushed cheeks, and a half smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Blinding red anger obscured her vision.

Between the blood pounding in her ears and the ten thousand curses streaming through her head, Elaneth barely registered Legolas�s bemused warning.

�Patience, Elaneth.�