LEGOLAS SCANNED HIS SURROUNDINGS, LOOKING FOR HIS LOVER
HE HAD WAITED AT THIS SPOT, THEIR SPOT, AT THE SAME TIME EVERY DAY FOR THE LAST AGE
THAT ONE NIGHT, THAT ONE GLORIOUS NIGHT. HE WOULD NEVER FORGET. THEIR CHILD WAS GROWING UP SO QUICKLY, AND HE WAS BEGINNING TO WONDER IF THE LITTLE ONE WOULD EVER KNOW HER OTHER FATHER.
LEGOLAS SAT ON A BOULDER TO FINISH THE WAIT… PROBABLY ANOTHER FUTILE ONE. ANOTHER DAY WASTED.
AFTER A SHORT WHILE, AN ODD HUM BEGAN TO EDGE IT'S WAY INTO LEGOLAS' SENSES. IT WAS OF ANOTHER WORLD, AND YET SO FAMILIAR. LEGOLAS LOOKED UP, ALMOST UNBELIEVING
THERE HE WAS, HIS LONG-ANTICIPATED LOVER. LEGOLAS DRANK IN THE SIGHT OF HIS MEASURED STRIDE, HIS ELEGANT FORM.
ANAKIN.
