DISCLAIMER: I do not have any delusions about owning any of Tolkien's
characters. I only own mine. *sigh* why can't Legolas be mine?
The starry nights had never before bothered him, but now, the darkness was oppressive. His favorite star no longer held any light for him, because it shone for another. Legolas was depressed beyond the measure of men. Though he was held in the highest regard of all, and found all his heart had previously desired wherever he looked, his heart was empty. Love! No. He dared not let his heart dwell upon thoughts of love. The only peace he hoped to find was in death. Not in friendship, he felt betrayed by Elrohir, although he knew that was false. There was not even peace to be found in the gentle presence of Arwen. He longed for the fairest of all, more beautiful than Galadriel, and more radiant than Evenstar. He desired only Edetra, last of the Ilrayea. The one that he had rescued from the darkest dungeons of Mordor, where even the light of the sun feared to go. Legolas could bear it no longer. So many questions he had to ask. But not a one that could be answered by anything but time. Why couldn't Edetra have seen him instead of Elrohir? "Oh, why!? Why did it have to be her? Why couldn't my heart have been left as cold as it was? Why did everything have to happen to her?" "Nothing happens without a reason."
Legolas spun around to find Galadriel behind him.
"I'm sorry, Legolas. I did not mean to frighten you. But I do need you to dwell on other matters."
"Lady, only ask, and I will do as you wish."
Even through his grief, he remained the courteous elvish prince. Galadriel was pleased. Perhaps this would make his task easier, or in the least quicker.
"You must free Edetra from Sennoven."
Legolas blanched. The son of Saruman. He had his father's gift of speech, but a heart far more wicked. It was rumoured that his mother had been a female Uruk, kept for the dark pleasures of the evil white wizard.
"Legolas, do not fear him. Love is a greater strength than evil. I know what you feel for Edetra. I wish you all speed on your journey."
But how will I find her? He wondered.
"Elladan will go with you. He knows the last place she was last seen, for she was with Elrohir. Go with all speed, and with all the blessing within my power to give."
Legolas left at the closure of her brief speech. He knew that his thoughts would give a far better response than was within his power to speak. As he disappeared into the shroud of night, Galadriel gazed after him.
"You love not in vain, Legolas. With time the curse will fall."
The starry nights had never before bothered him, but now, the darkness was oppressive. His favorite star no longer held any light for him, because it shone for another. Legolas was depressed beyond the measure of men. Though he was held in the highest regard of all, and found all his heart had previously desired wherever he looked, his heart was empty. Love! No. He dared not let his heart dwell upon thoughts of love. The only peace he hoped to find was in death. Not in friendship, he felt betrayed by Elrohir, although he knew that was false. There was not even peace to be found in the gentle presence of Arwen. He longed for the fairest of all, more beautiful than Galadriel, and more radiant than Evenstar. He desired only Edetra, last of the Ilrayea. The one that he had rescued from the darkest dungeons of Mordor, where even the light of the sun feared to go. Legolas could bear it no longer. So many questions he had to ask. But not a one that could be answered by anything but time. Why couldn't Edetra have seen him instead of Elrohir? "Oh, why!? Why did it have to be her? Why couldn't my heart have been left as cold as it was? Why did everything have to happen to her?" "Nothing happens without a reason."
Legolas spun around to find Galadriel behind him.
"I'm sorry, Legolas. I did not mean to frighten you. But I do need you to dwell on other matters."
"Lady, only ask, and I will do as you wish."
Even through his grief, he remained the courteous elvish prince. Galadriel was pleased. Perhaps this would make his task easier, or in the least quicker.
"You must free Edetra from Sennoven."
Legolas blanched. The son of Saruman. He had his father's gift of speech, but a heart far more wicked. It was rumoured that his mother had been a female Uruk, kept for the dark pleasures of the evil white wizard.
"Legolas, do not fear him. Love is a greater strength than evil. I know what you feel for Edetra. I wish you all speed on your journey."
But how will I find her? He wondered.
"Elladan will go with you. He knows the last place she was last seen, for she was with Elrohir. Go with all speed, and with all the blessing within my power to give."
Legolas left at the closure of her brief speech. He knew that his thoughts would give a far better response than was within his power to speak. As he disappeared into the shroud of night, Galadriel gazed after him.
"You love not in vain, Legolas. With time the curse will fall."