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Summary: Legolas' not so picture perfect adolescence
Chapter One:
There was no reason or logical explanation for the way that he felt. There was no tragic loss. no horrible past that should prompt him to wallow in thoughts of loathing and self pity. Somewhere in the innermost depths of his subconscious thought, Legolas knew this to be true. And yet, it was still there: the feeing of all consuming loneliness that seemed to fill the empty void that was now his soul. It had been invading his thoughts for years now, tainting his youth, quelling his inspiration. Why, then, hadn't he seen it before? Ah, but the youngest child of Thranduil knew the answer to that question. Now, looking back, he could see the subtle ways that this darkness had slunk into his consciousness. An irrational thought here, a quiet doubting voice in the back of his mind that had grown into the cruel, nameless being that now inhabited his thoughts. Yes he could see it clearly now. But then hindsight was always crystal clear, was it not?
Legolas laughed aloud, a bitter, humorless laugh to match his dead, sapphire eyes. Oh, if his family could see him now. Would they even recognize the joyful spark of energy that had filled the hole in there hearts since his mother had passing into Mandos' Halls? Legolas sighed heavily and shifted of the precariously high branch he had perched on. No, they would not. But it didn't really matter, for they would never see him like this, never know the emptiness of his heart or see him for what he truly was.
With new resolve, Legolas wiped away the few tears of loneliness that had leaked, unnoticed, down his fair face , thanked the tree for his moment of semi-peace, before he leapt lightly from the concealing foliage and strode purposefully toward the palace.
Summary: Legolas' not so picture perfect adolescence
Chapter One:
There was no reason or logical explanation for the way that he felt. There was no tragic loss. no horrible past that should prompt him to wallow in thoughts of loathing and self pity. Somewhere in the innermost depths of his subconscious thought, Legolas knew this to be true. And yet, it was still there: the feeing of all consuming loneliness that seemed to fill the empty void that was now his soul. It had been invading his thoughts for years now, tainting his youth, quelling his inspiration. Why, then, hadn't he seen it before? Ah, but the youngest child of Thranduil knew the answer to that question. Now, looking back, he could see the subtle ways that this darkness had slunk into his consciousness. An irrational thought here, a quiet doubting voice in the back of his mind that had grown into the cruel, nameless being that now inhabited his thoughts. Yes he could see it clearly now. But then hindsight was always crystal clear, was it not?
Legolas laughed aloud, a bitter, humorless laugh to match his dead, sapphire eyes. Oh, if his family could see him now. Would they even recognize the joyful spark of energy that had filled the hole in there hearts since his mother had passing into Mandos' Halls? Legolas sighed heavily and shifted of the precariously high branch he had perched on. No, they would not. But it didn't really matter, for they would never see him like this, never know the emptiness of his heart or see him for what he truly was.
With new resolve, Legolas wiped away the few tears of loneliness that had leaked, unnoticed, down his fair face , thanked the tree for his moment of semi-peace, before he leapt lightly from the concealing foliage and strode purposefully toward the palace.