A/N: I don't own Lord of the Rings or any of its characters. The lyrics and title of this fic are from "Enterlude," by the Killers. Which I also don't own. I don't know if the story I'm trying to tell is clear or not, so if you don't understand please let me know so I can fix and/or explain it.
We hope you enjoy your stay.
Legolas Thranduilion, Prince of Eryn Lasgalen, Lord of Ithilien, elf of the Nine Walkers, and friend of the King rode at a set pace towards Minas Tirith. He was not going especially fast or especially slow, rather, he seemed as though he was determined to make himself go through the gates and into the city. Very few, however, could come to this conclusion, and instead the people of Minas Tirith prepared to welcome the elf into the White City.
It's good to have you with us.
The people loved the wayward elf prince, who was now making his first appearance in the city since the coronation and wedding of King Elessar. They did not think much of this, however. The citizens of Minas Tirith were sure that elven lords or princes or whatever he was were very busy people…err, elves. Surely he had his own lands to attend to? Yes, the people of the White City loved the golden prince of Mirkwood.
Even if it's just for the day.
Legolas made his way into the city. He carried very little with him; this was not going to be a long visit. In fact, he hoped to be riding out by nightfall.
We hope you enjoy your stay.
Now that the elf was in the city, the people began to greet him properly, bowing their heads to show respect. The youngest children threw flower petals from the rooftops. The boys and younger men stood in awe of the great warrior before them, while the women whispered eagerly amongst themselves, giggling and blushing. The older men traded stories they had heard about the prince. And so the Lord of Ithilien was greeted by Minas Tirith.
Outside the sun is shining.
Legolas, in turn, waved to the people and gave them a swift smile to show his appreciation for their kind efforts. It was a fair day; the sky was impossibly blue, and the few lazy clouds were puffy friendly-looking. Even now, the keen elf could tell it would be a perfectly clear night. He couldn't decide whether he wanted to curse this fine weather or praise it. On the one hand, he had been able to see the White City for hours now, and even glimpsing it made his heart strangely light and tight at the same time. However, the promised flawless night meant that he would be able to see exactly what he was leaving behind. Again. Even though what he left behind wasn't really his to begin with. But perhaps his heart had been his, once.
It seems like heaven ain't far away.
Legolas' thoughts were interrupted by a most beloved sight. Aragorn smiled down at him.
It's good to have you with us.
Even if it's just for the day.