Summary: Just a very short one. Estel is worried, Legolas comforts. It's probably a bit pretentious but nevermind... maybe I'll edit it later.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, unfortunately.
Estel restlessly awoke from the torrent of concerns and doubts swirling inside his head. He sat up, noting that it was still very dark; he could not have been asleep for more than a couple of hours. He thumped the ground by his side in frustration at himself; he should not worry so much about the future. Sighing, he scanned his surroundings, momentarily unable to place his whereabouts in the heavy darkness. Then he made out the black heap of ash and soot that had once been their campfire and he managed to orientate himself. He lay back down heavily and tried in vain to calm his mind to sleep but only succeeded in frustrating himself more. The leaf coated forest floor was unforgiving against his back. He thrashed about for a moment in anger at his being unable to find his original position.
Leaning up on one arm, he looked about their camp once more, turning towards the spot where his friend, Legolas, had lain a few hours before. He saw, to his confusion, that his friend's outline was missing from the place at the opposite side of the spent fire. Searching for his companion in the blackness, his eyes finally lighted on the silhouette of the elf.
Legolas was lying on his back, on a flat boulder, on the edge of the mountain side where they had rested for the night. He was lying with his hands behind his flaxen head, staring upwards at the sky.
Estel smiled at the sight of his friend, immersed in the moonlight before standing and making his way over to the elf's silent, almost iridescent form.
"Lay down next to me, mellon-nin" Legolas said softly, not taking his eyes off the sky. -my friend-
Estel hovered, puzzled for a minute, before settling down at his side. The rock was surprisingly comfortable; its coolness soothing. Estel could see why his friend had chosen to lay there. They stayed in silence for a while until Legolas spoke.
"Look up there," he gestured vaguely towards the silken sky, glittering with dots of light. "Does it not make you feel small? Does it not make you feel an inch from oblivion? As if you could just let go and freefall into the abyss above us?"
Estel pondered his friend's words in silence and found himself agreeing. Then he felt the elf's eyes and turned to meet his gaze.
"You should not doubt yourself because you are fallible; because you are mortal," he turned back to the night, smiling. "We are all of us the same distance from the edge," he said simply, "from disaster." He once again met Estel's eye, "which you know as well as I do!" He grinned wryly.
Estel smiled warmly back at him. "Hannon le, mellon-nin." -Thank you, my friend-
"Glassen," his friend replied, returning his smile. -My pleasure-
They turned back to gaze intently at the gossamer night and the wooded valley was once again veiled in silence.