Only Time will tell
Arwen Evenstar
Disclaimer: OK, I don't own any of the characters that appear here, except Meg. Meg is my own original character, based on me. (though she doesn't appear in this chapter.)
Note: This fic may contain some material that some people may not like. If you don't like yaoi (m/m relationship), please press the back button and select another fanfiction to read. This first chapter is in Legolas' POV, unless otherwise specified. And if this seems a little wordy, well, that's my style of writing, and besides, I like big words.
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The wind whipped my hair across my face as I gazed out at the numerous waterfalls surrounding Rivendell. It was a cloudy day, the weather perfectly matching my feelings. I had been somewhat… depressed ever since the Ring had been destroyed and the Fellowship had returned to Rivendell. I didn't understand why I had been feeling this way, but I supposed that it had something to do with him.
A lone figure walking across the garden, bent almost double because of the force of the wind caught my eye. It was him. Before I could hide, before I could prevent myself from being seen, he noticed me. Looking up to my balcony and yelling slightly to be heard over the whistling wind, he smiled at me.
"Hello Legolas. What are you up to today?" he asked. I stood like I didn't notice him and gave no reply. He frowned slightly, probably realizing that I still wasn't talking to him, shrugged, and walked away.
~*~ Flashback ~*~
"Legolas, what's wrong?" he asked, seeing my sad face.
"Nothing, I'm perfectly fine, so go away and leave me alone," I replied quickly and sharply.
He must have been taken aback to hear an Elf, least of all me, speak so sharply to him.
"Legolas, you know you can tell me, you used to tell me everything." He asked in a worried tone of voice.
'No,' I thought. 'I didn't tell you everything. I never told you my feelings for you.'
He suddenly stood up and stared at me with a strange look on his face. It seemed like a mixture of disgust, shock, and pity.
"I'm going to need to think about this for a while, Legolas," he said with scorn in his voice.
'My god! Did I say that aloud?' I thought, shocked.
I walked slowly up to my room in Elrond's house, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill down my cheeks. Several Elves looked at me with pity as I passed them, not because they knew about what had just happened, but because of my saddened state, as is the way with some Elves.
I finally made it to my room. I flung myself onto my bed, and all the unshed tears came spilling out, soaking my pillow. I sobbed into my pillow for a long time, unaware that I had left my door open and there was someone watching me cry. Someone who looked upon my heaving, sobbing body with pity and love, though I had no idea he was there.
~*~ End flashback ~*~
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I sighed, not knowing why I didn't answer, why I rejected his conversation. Maybe I'll never know. Only Time will tell.
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AE: well, I still trying if this should be a Legolas/Aragorn, Legolas/Frodo, or some other couple. Please review, and tell me what you think should be the couple. If I don't get at least 5 good reviews, I won't continue!
~Arwen