Authors note: I got a lot of help from my friend Ryan to start this out. He's gay, and I owe him a lot for what he's done for me, so I'm going to put this online. k. I dedicate it to him. Thanks Ryan, you're a great fun.
Chapter 1: A lover's spirit
Stretching the bow to its extent, feeling its power grasping his biceps as he pin pointed his exact target, the string of the bow, made just for him in ancient generations, took away the past emotions that spread to his features of a steady focus. The bow feathers brushed his cheek bone, reminding him the softness of another. It swelled his train of thought, releasing the bow took away the thoughts of another, it's power exceeded to the target, a mere note of love placed upon the tree, he had let his arrow sting into the page of Sindarin words. His fingers were still in the same place, ready for another, his eyes covering the tears from the ocean blue, his lips tightened for control. Letting out releases through arrows, had been tearing the letter from a distance of his aim he gritted his teeth letting no escape of a shattered loss.
"Why must you fade to the stars Haldir?" his breath shuttering the tears. He held down his bow, staring at the ground with drops of water caressing the leaves of the aspen. His tears subsided, as the nearness of the sunset fell between the gaps of the mountains, painting the sky with treasures of beauty. "Legolas, it's nice to see you here." Elrohir beamed. He stepped closer to him, his feet brushing the leaves aside, noticing the watered lashes of his ocean eyes, "Dear friend, why must you cry for the loss?" Elrohir said off subject. Legolas stared at him, letting his tears show, not letting the arrogance of features take away his pain. His cheekbones began to turn red, as his eyes filled more with loss. "He's gone...I gave him my soul, my wounds, my fears, my heart...and he's gone." Legolas whispered heavily, committing to his lover with a dedicated heart.
Elrohir placed both his hands on Legola's shoulders. Bearing the weights brought on by heartache. "Dear friend, let us go far from another's ears. So we can discuss this." He whispered. Legolas felt the warmth through his enchanting green cloak upon his strong shoulders. The grip approving permission and respect, Legola's eye's wandered to the simple breeze that waved through leaves, feeling the breeze as if a drawing whisper swayed into his ears. Breathing so familiar, a breathing hushing the cold from a decaying balance of heartache and a willing of letting go.
"My arrows need to be taken from the yard—"Legola's used as an excuse.
"Then I'll meet you in my study." Elrohir interrupted
He watched the figure of Legola's spread a distance across the roots growing from the ground, through the ancient trees. Elrohir felt a sudden fall, past his feet as his guard had let down. 'You let wishes become my dreams Legolas,' Elrohir thought.