Disclaimer: I own no part of LOTR.
Author's Note: This was written as a gift for my friend Ciera. So in truth it doesn't matter what anybody else thinks, as long as she likes it.
Summary: Legolas remembers a friend…
Blue-Eye Reminder
The torches on the wall of the Golden Hall of Meduseld burned brightly. The main hall was still filled with men and women celebrating their victory at Helm's Deep. They were loud, as progressive stages of drunken people are prone to be, and after his drinking game with Gimli was over, his overly sensitive ears couldn't handle the noise any longer. Legolas, the only elf in the building, wove his way through the crowded room, to exit into the cold night air.
The stars glimmered in the sky. They gave one a sense of safety that didn't exist. The lives of many men were being celebrated. How did the mortals stand to lose so many of their own so quickly? Legolas couldn't understand it. There so many of his kin had perished in that battle. Thinking of them caused him to remember the death of another elf, years ago. The girl he had loved…
She had golden hair, hair that defied the common straight hair trait of most elves. It curled and waved like the grass of the plains did when the wind blew heavily over it. Her eyes were a pure blue. A blue like the waters of a spring, so beautiful you could drown in them.
She had lived in Mirkwood for much of her childhood; she and Legolas had been the best of friends. Given more time they might have become much more than friends.
After a millennia and a half she and her family left. He still remembered the last time he spoke with her:
"Why are you leaving?" He asked.
"Because Father says I must." She replied not looking at her. "If I ever have the chance I will return. Mirkwood is my home, even if it is not the place of my birth."
It was autumn then, leaves falling onto the ground one by one. From under the leaves a glint of blue peeks out. She lifted it up out of the leaves that coated the forest floor.
"Well, this is interesting," she said, turning it over in her hand.
It was a perfectly smooth, perfectly round stone. That alone was not odd, but the fact that it was the exact color of her eyes.
"Here; You keep it to remember me by." She had said handing him the stone.
She left only two days after that.
Legolas breathed in the night air. It was cold, and it woke him from his rampaging memories. He thought to himself how sad it was he would never see her again.
She had been killed along with her family while they traveled to Lothlorien. Her family stood no chance. They traveled alone, and a company of orcs ambushed them. She was dead. And all he had left of her was a blue-eye reminder.