Longing for More

Author: Stephie P. aka thesilentsenshi/kirameki

Contact: thesilentsenshi@hotmail.com

Pairings: Legolas/Haldir (Eventually)

Rating: PG for now, eventually R

Summary: Legolas feels the sea longing stronger than ever. What will it take to keep him in Middle Earth? And how can the former Marchwarden of Lothlorien help?

Disclaimer: I don't own them, just dream about them.

Archive: Sure, just ask.

Reviews: Pretty pretty please with Elves on top.

Notes: This is my first slash series, so be nice. ^_^ Also it was inspired by the fic A River's Tale. I can't remember the author's name, but the story can be found at galadhrim.net. I don't plan on getting into a romantic relationship between Hal & 'Las right away, not for another few chapters at least(maybe more). So no action for awhile. :( They have to become friends first. :) I have the next chapter all planned out, but beyond that I'm not really sure. Suggestions are always welcome. Also, this is more a side project at the moment, since I'm working on another series as well. So don't expect really really fast chapters (unless my muse tells me otherwise.) I also try to stick to canon as best as I can, so feel free to tell me if I make any major mistakes.

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Prologue: Sea Longing

Legolas gazed out into the vast blue that was the Anduin, his keen eyes searching in vain for even the faintest glimmer of the Sea beyond. He shielded his bright blue eyes from the unyielding rays of the sun. Sighing he lay back staring into the cloud filled sky.

'I really should be working... it's not fair to leave all of my work to the other members of my council. Especially my poor advisor.' He sighed. 'I've been remiss in my duties lately. But I can't help it. The Sea calls to me insessantly, whispering promises of a life of peace and tranquility amongst my kin in Valinor. It grows stronger with every day that passes. How much longer will I last before the pull becomes too strong. Will the need be so great that I will need to break my promise to Aragorn? I have not broken a promise in all my long life, and I surely will not do so know. But still, he will surely live for at least another 100 years, perhaps longer. Will I be able to live my life like this for another hundred years?

It's only been a decade since I first felt the sea longing and already I'm out of sorts. I often wonder how my life would be if I had not joined the fellowship upon Lord Elrond's request ten years ago. Surely there were other, more worthy Elves present at the time. Glorfindel of Gondolin, the Balrog slayer, for instance. Or even Elrond's own twin son's, Elrohir and Elladan. Why me, the youngest prince of Mirkwood? If I had not joined the quest, would I have remained happily beneath the eaves of Mirkwood. Would Mirkwood even still exist?

I like to think I played some small role in the outcome of the war, though the entire fellowship knows that it's Aragorn and Frodo who were the real heroes back then. I'm glad I was able to support them through such dangerous times. Truth be told there were many times I didn't think I would live to see the outcome.

Now look at me, ten years later. Lord of Ithilien and advisor to King Elessar. I still can't believe the elves here named me, of all people, their Lord. I do not feel worthy of such a title, though I've tried my best to live up to it. Although these past few years, I've been proving my former theory true, unfortunately. Yet still, they all support me, a humble prince of Mirkwood.

If you had told me I'd be overseeing a land and peoples just a century ago I would have laughed at the notion. As third and youngest son of King Thranduil it would have taken nothing short of a tragedy that would cause me to take the throne. Yet, here I am, an unworthy lord of the noble Silvan and Sindar Elves who took up residence in Ithilien shortly after the war. I worked hard to prove their faith in me well-founded, despite my floundering these past few years. The settlement is flourishing and I find myself at a loss of what to do now. I feel I've done my part and am no longer needed here. Perhaps it would be best if I took sail to the Undying Lands. I would have done so long ago but for the oath I made to Elessar at the end of the war, promising I'd remain until his death. That is all that binds me to Middle Earth now.'

Darkness has fallen about the golden figure who had spent yet another lonely afternoon and evening by the river waiting for something, though he knew not what. He slowly sat up and looked upon the sparkling water one last time.

'I yearn to leave these shores, but my promise and duties force me to remain. It is a good life I have led up to this point, and yet, I find myself longing for more.'

With that the lithe figure slipped into the cloak of darkness heading back to his empty room and lonely bed.

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End of Prologue

TBC...

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Background notes: I'm unsure if Tolkien said Legolas became the lord of Ithilien, or if he was just an elf living there. For the purposes of this story I'm assuming he was placed in charge. ^_^

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Should I continue... or not?