I should have seen it.
His hair was so golden and fine that it looked white when bathed under the glow of a shaft-full of moonlight. It was not of the typical norm of Sindar elves as he were.
Seen it in the way he walked. Like an old and weary dancer, tired of preforming on his feet; you could still see the beauty, the grace, the elegance in his movements but you couldn't help but feel as if he missed a step or two. Now his hair had dulled from its once great magnificence and that was how he walked, how he stood, how he was and I should have seen it.
I should have heard it.
His lips so fair and smooth that it looked naive when the sun sprinkled its light on them, as if they had never been used for even the slightest dark notion. It was not of the typical norm of Sindar elves as he were.
Heard it in the change of his voice. Once it was so pure and frequent as the ice water that flows over a stray rock having come from its mountain top home and back again; he would sing praises that could churn tears from even the driest and hard-to-move wells. Now his lips turn cold and bitter, mouthing his old tunes but baring no more than a simple and pretty hum of his old music and song and I should have heard it.
I should have felt it.
His skin so tender and soft that it looked new-born when the stars reflected upon him, it was as if he was made of eternal stardust reborn every night so no evil mark could mar his beauty. It was not of the typical norm of Sindar elves as he were.
Felt it deep in the soul. In the heart of elven heart-strings that connected me to him like the long-stretching roots of overlapping neighbor-brother trees; how could I not feel the sorrow in Legolas, my son, feel his broken spirit crying for help. I should have but I did not and now it is too late.
First ever LotR fic in an attempt at olden-style Tolkien language, for an elf even! What do you think? Should I continue because I'm not entirely sure what happened to dear Legolas but I think it is a lovely prologue. Reviews?