Disclaimer: I do not own LotR.
It's very unusual for me to post anything under 1,500 words, but I thought that, in order to celebrate my official 6th year on this site (ah geez!), that I would post something for it. n.n
This is a drabble I did while trying to get my muse back. A couple of you might have read it already, but I've tried to go back and fix it. Still not completely satisfied with the end, but... .::shrugs::.
As always any suggestions would be appreciated and I do hope you all enjoy. Let me know what ya think. n.n
Sinking Doubts
He stared blankly at the pond, the slight ripples flowing away from him with the gentle breeze. The smell of the forest drifted around him, the sound of rustling branches from the trees surrounding him.
He breathed it in, still staring.
He had been there for hours, his bright blue eyes fixed on the same hue of the pond. He had long since lost track of time; he didn't even notice the sun's reflection meant that it was high in the sky. Thoughts ran through his mind, terrifying thoughts that he tried to quell. No matter how many assurances he received, all the good signs he had seen; even though everything pointed towards definite recovery, he still couldn't replace his fear.
He knew. One day--no matter what they told him now--Estel would pass. The man was mortal. If he lived a long life, he would still pass to the other side first.
When Estel fell ill it always chilled Legolas; always brought the reality close to his heart. He didn't like the thought of losing his closest friend, of having to pass days knowing he wouldn't be able to see the warmth of his grey eyes that showed every good and bad emotion the man felt.
What if they were to never open again?
Legolas shuddered at the thought.
Every time he saw the young man lying still in his bed, his breathing labored, his sweat-matted hair clinging to him, his heart clenched with fear.
It didn't matter how many times Elladan and Elrohir, or even Elrond, reminded him: "It is nothing serious. His body already recovers."
Legolas took another deep breath.
He knew he should be by his friend's side or at least available if needed. However, he needed time to think. He needed to leave his fears in the depths before him.
He needed to cherish the time they did have. He would take care of the young man and make sure that he didn't pass before his time.
Dwelling on Estel's fate would do nothing but cause regret later in life if he continued. He couldn't escape into a pond every time.
When Estel needed him, he would be there. Always.
Nodding, he finally moved his gaze from the rippling water and, with a content smile, he headed back to his friend's side.