A/N A oneshot about Legolas leaving his mortal wife for Valinor. Melethron, I think, means something like beloved... it's hard to translate.
Legolas stared at me, his pain evident in his tortured grey eyes.
"Melethron, I have to leave. A mortal couldn't understand-the Sea is calling, and I must listen, or have my soul strangled and my heart cut in half. The last Ship leaves tomorrow-but I will only be on it if you agree."
He shut his eyes despairingly, and suddenly instead of a strong warrior, he was a young child, alone in the darkness, crying for light.
I reached my hand out to hold his shoulder, but who was I to comfort him? His wedded wife, yes, but a mortal. A mere human. And I loved him so much-how, how in Arda could I let him go?
A mortal would not understand...
I rose to my feet.
"You are wrong, Thranduillion. If you must go-then go. It would be a selfish woman that kept you."
He stood slowly, as if a great weight was slipping from him. He reached out and took my hand, and I remebered, all that time ago in Ithilien, when he pulled me out of the rubble of that collapsed house-his hand taking mine.
The seashore was beautiful. The golden sand was like fine flour, and the gulls crying over head were the most beautiful thing I had ever heard.
Truly, I could understand why Legolas loved this-but to exile himself for it? I couldn't fathom it.
Then we were at the Grey Havens. The ship-the last ship-was long and graceful, like a grey-and-gold swan about to spread its wings and fly into the dawn.
"Laiqualasse, Legolas, I love you."
Softly he slipped his arm out of mine, and boarded the ship.
Elven songs echoed across the shore, haunting and lonely as the call of my heart.
The ship left.
All day I sat on the sands, watching that tiny black dot recede into the horizon, knowing that no word or song or tale would ever again speak of Legolas Greenleaf, fairest of Elves and Men.
The one that I love.