Emalyn looked on towards the gate of Rivendell; the entrance to the place where she has lived for almost 3000 years. Legolas walked, almost glided out the doorway following eight other beings; four hobbits, two men, a wizard, and a dwarf. He turned around to face his people, and gallantly waved, a full pack of arrows on his back and his bow across his chest. Before he turned away for the last time, his amazing blue eyes met Emalyn's and he winked and smiled a bit.
Watching Legolas leave tore her up inside, and Emalyn was experiencing this for probably the tenth time since he had left more than a year ago.
Emalyn opened her misty green eyes and sighed. She had been dreaming about him again. Rolling out of her large feather bed that was beautifully crafted, she looked into a tall mirror in her room. The edges were crafted of the finest elven wood, and the mirror's center rippled until her clear figure appeared inside of it. She had long, very dark brown hair that was incredibly soft and straight, with intense, misty green eyes. She was wearing a long, green dress that was pretty comfortable.
Legolas had been her best friend since forever… literally. But lately, in the past couple of years, well, Legolas has changed. He became more into his archery and they spent less time together. It only took that time apart from Legolas for Emeril to realize that she admired him as more than just a friend.
About a month after Legolas had left on his quest, Emalyn found a bow that she had carved. She intended to give it to Legolas as a gift, but once he had left, she decided to try it out herself. Now she was very experienced and has incredible aim. She had dreamed every night that Legolas would come back and she could tell him how she felt, as well as show him what she had learned, but that day had never come.
Her eyes parted from her reflection to her bow, which was very tall and flexible, but strong. If only Legolas had been there to watch her learn and practice. Nonetheless, she abandoned her depressed thoughts and grasped the bow in her hand. She grabbed a backpack filled with elven arrows and swung it over her shoulder.
She swiftly walked outside into the beautiful forests of Rivendell, and into a little clearing where she would practice her archery. Emalyn strung her bow and quickly shot a few arrows at a target that she had also carved. When she wasn't handling her bow, she was carving. Once she had fired a couple of arrows, she heard a horn blowing from the center of town, which wasn't that far away. She rested the bow on a bench, dropped her arrows, and ran to see what was happening.
After running to see what was up, she noticed a huge clapping crowd, but couldn't see what they were so excited about. She tried to push her way through, but it didn't work too well. Sighing, she turned and walked into a café in town.
Emalyn sat down in a small table by the window and sipped a cup of cocoa. She sighed and closed her eyes for a few seconds. When she opened them, she nearly screamed when she saw two beautiful blue eyes staring directly into hers. I must be dreaming, she thought. Legolas was standing right there in front of her.
"Legolas?" Emalyn said, not believing that he was there at all.
"How are you, Emmy?" He said charmingly, and immediately wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him. She felt a tear fall from her eye and squeezed him tightly to her. When they finally let go, she looked at him.
"You look… different." She said.
"I've been through a lot. It's been more than a year and I can't tell you how much I've missed my best friend!" he laughed and smiled a huge grin. Emalyn smiled back. She didn't know why she was being so shy, but she hadn't seen him in so long. He had looked different than when he left.
"I have something to show you!" Emalyn said. She quickly walked out of the café and he followed her. Once they had reached her clearing in the woods, he looked around in awe.
"I found it after you left; isn't it beautiful?" Emalyn asked.
Legolas looked around and nodded, then his gaze caught Emalyn's bow, which was leaned up against a bench, "You carved this, didn't you?" He slid his hand up it, feeling every crease.
Emalyn nodded, "I've been practicing too."
"Are you any good?" he gazed up at her with a playful gleam in his eye.
She giggled and picked up her bow. She fired an arrow at a tree and it stuck right in the center of a knot.
"Wow. How long have you been working on that?" he asked with a look of shock on his face. It had taken Legolas most of his 3000 year life to perfect his aim.
"A little over a year" she grinned at him.
He laughed, and soon she joined him.
"I still can't believe you're home," she said quietly. He walked over to her and smiled.
"I missed you a lot. None of the other guys were like you at all, they weren't much fun. I'm glad to be back," he smiled, and then shoved her playfully when she didn't respond.
"Hey!" she shoved him back, and he laughed. Emalyn had really missed his laugh.
"So, are you going to show me what you've got or are you just going to watch me?" Legolas said, raising an eyebrow. He pulled out his bow in a split second and Emalyn laughed.
"You're on," she got her bow ready as well. For a while they argued over whose aim was better and used up a bunch of arrows. During the time they spent together, Emalyn couldn't help but wonder if he thought about her like she had thought about him.
Watching Legolas leave tore her up inside, and Emalyn was experiencing this for probably the tenth time since he had left more than a year ago.
Emalyn opened her misty green eyes and sighed. She had been dreaming about him again. Rolling out of her large feather bed that was beautifully crafted, she looked into a tall mirror in her room. The edges were crafted of the finest elven wood, and the mirror's center rippled until her clear figure appeared inside of it. She had long, very dark brown hair that was incredibly soft and straight, with intense, misty green eyes. She was wearing a long, green dress that was pretty comfortable.
Legolas had been her best friend since forever… literally. But lately, in the past couple of years, well, Legolas has changed. He became more into his archery and they spent less time together. It only took that time apart from Legolas for Emeril to realize that she admired him as more than just a friend.
About a month after Legolas had left on his quest, Emalyn found a bow that she had carved. She intended to give it to Legolas as a gift, but once he had left, she decided to try it out herself. Now she was very experienced and has incredible aim. She had dreamed every night that Legolas would come back and she could tell him how she felt, as well as show him what she had learned, but that day had never come.
Her eyes parted from her reflection to her bow, which was very tall and flexible, but strong. If only Legolas had been there to watch her learn and practice. Nonetheless, she abandoned her depressed thoughts and grasped the bow in her hand. She grabbed a backpack filled with elven arrows and swung it over her shoulder.
She swiftly walked outside into the beautiful forests of Rivendell, and into a little clearing where she would practice her archery. Emalyn strung her bow and quickly shot a few arrows at a target that she had also carved. When she wasn't handling her bow, she was carving. Once she had fired a couple of arrows, she heard a horn blowing from the center of town, which wasn't that far away. She rested the bow on a bench, dropped her arrows, and ran to see what was happening.
After running to see what was up, she noticed a huge clapping crowd, but couldn't see what they were so excited about. She tried to push her way through, but it didn't work too well. Sighing, she turned and walked into a café in town.
Emalyn sat down in a small table by the window and sipped a cup of cocoa. She sighed and closed her eyes for a few seconds. When she opened them, she nearly screamed when she saw two beautiful blue eyes staring directly into hers. I must be dreaming, she thought. Legolas was standing right there in front of her.
"Legolas?" Emalyn said, not believing that he was there at all.
"How are you, Emmy?" He said charmingly, and immediately wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him. She felt a tear fall from her eye and squeezed him tightly to her. When they finally let go, she looked at him.
"You look… different." She said.
"I've been through a lot. It's been more than a year and I can't tell you how much I've missed my best friend!" he laughed and smiled a huge grin. Emalyn smiled back. She didn't know why she was being so shy, but she hadn't seen him in so long. He had looked different than when he left.
"I have something to show you!" Emalyn said. She quickly walked out of the café and he followed her. Once they had reached her clearing in the woods, he looked around in awe.
"I found it after you left; isn't it beautiful?" Emalyn asked.
Legolas looked around and nodded, then his gaze caught Emalyn's bow, which was leaned up against a bench, "You carved this, didn't you?" He slid his hand up it, feeling every crease.
Emalyn nodded, "I've been practicing too."
"Are you any good?" he gazed up at her with a playful gleam in his eye.
She giggled and picked up her bow. She fired an arrow at a tree and it stuck right in the center of a knot.
"Wow. How long have you been working on that?" he asked with a look of shock on his face. It had taken Legolas most of his 3000 year life to perfect his aim.
"A little over a year" she grinned at him.
He laughed, and soon she joined him.
"I still can't believe you're home," she said quietly. He walked over to her and smiled.
"I missed you a lot. None of the other guys were like you at all, they weren't much fun. I'm glad to be back," he smiled, and then shoved her playfully when she didn't respond.
"Hey!" she shoved him back, and he laughed. Emalyn had really missed his laugh.
"So, are you going to show me what you've got or are you just going to watch me?" Legolas said, raising an eyebrow. He pulled out his bow in a split second and Emalyn laughed.
"You're on," she got her bow ready as well. For a while they argued over whose aim was better and used up a bunch of arrows. During the time they spent together, Emalyn couldn't help but wonder if he thought about her like she had thought about him.