Not mine, obviously. My first foray into LotR, so please be kind? That said, reviews are always appreciated. Enjoy!
The elves were an ancient and noble race, he mused sadly. They did not embrace change like Men did. Even Dwarves, notoriously conservative, were moving with the times, and the Hobbits, well! They were practically jumping for joy. But the Elves simply shook their heads at their neighbours' frivolities and remained wrapped up in the traditions of their forest. No, they would not change.
Which led him back to that choice, between hope and safety, between heart and home. He could remain in the forest, with his kin, and spend the rest of his endless days living a comfortable lie. A safe lie. Or he could leave, run on the wind like one of his arrows and flee the stifling air and disapproving murmurs for the warmth and adrenaline of his lover's arms. Heart, or home? Safety, or hope? Life… or death?
Elves do not age, of course, but he knew that he would die nonetheless. It would kill him, to deny his aching heart any longer…
Legolas snapped out of his thoughts to find himself in his chambers, packed bag in hand and bow by the door. He had finally made up his mind. Goodbye, the timber walls seemed to whisper as he took his leave. The boughs of the forest that had watched him grow hummed their approval at the elf he had become. Legolas ran, his feet dancing over roots and pitfalls as familiar as the back of his hand. The line of trees gave way to open meadow and the grass tickled his fingertips as he went, rustling its welcome to this stranger from another land. Legolas paused, gathered his breath and did not look back. There was only one thought on his mind, as he left forever the only place he called home: Aragorn.