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He sighed as he watched two leaves roll on the ground together. So much like them. How the one he loves would strike up a innocent conversation, with an innocent enough of comment, and soon they would be rolling on the floor, trying to see who could over power who. I never won. If that was on purpose or by accident, I'll never know. It is just something that my sub conch's does with out me even trying.
There are other things it does, like torments me with the idea of me and the one I love being together. I know that would never happen, she is a grown woman, an elf-maiden no less! What kind of a chance would I have with her? I know that I may be handsome in the eyes of men, but in the eyes of elves, I am nothing special. Just an ordinary person that they should pity, because I am a human, with a little thing called mortality. Ah, that word is the cause of all of my pain. If only I could be immortal, or if only had we not meet as children, or, rather, as me a child and as her an adult by my standerds.
Even though I have been raised among elves, they never cease to amaze me. They could be soft and caring, and yet hard and demanding at they same time. It makes me wonder if I will ever live up to my foster fathers' and best friends' exceptions. I know that they care for me, yet it is my foster fathers own daughter that I love. The only one that I can not have, for fear of breaking her heart. I have confessed my thoughts to my best friend and he replied by telling me to go for it, though, to beware her father. He said that he could get grouchy at times. I should remember that. My best friend is an elf after all and, therefore, should be wise in their ways.
My love and best friend are the same in some ways. The both move with the elfish grace that has been bestowed upon them. The both can be stubborn at times. And yet, they are total opposites in other ways. Why, even their names think this. My loves name means Evenstar. She is like the stars. You may gaze at her beauty, but you know that you will never be able to reach her, for she is to high in the world to even begin to lower herself down to you so that you my take her, and cherish her. My best friends' name means Green Leaf. Down to earth and able to reach. I feel that I can always talk to him because he is like the earth, he rivals the beauty of the stars and yet he is touchable and able to be there when you fall, or simply there to comfort you when you need it. Give you hand to help you on your way.
And yet I still love the things that I cannot have, I should stop tormenting myself. If not for my sake, then for hers. She deserves someone who could give her everything, not a mortal man that could hardly put a dent in her long life. I love her, and yet I will hide it. Hide it until I die or I am asked to speak it, but never of free will, for it will be to much. I make it as a vow. To protect the one I love as well as everything that she holds dear. So I will stay Estal, foster son to Lord Elrond of Rivendell, best friend to Prince Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood, and foster sister to my only love. Arwen Evenstar, my one and only.
A/N: I tried going for something sentimental…I hope that you liked it and that it lived up to what you thought it would be! Thank you for readind it! Please R and R! I live for reviews! Also, tell me if I should continue or not! Thank you so much! Have fun reading more! Bye!
He sighed as he watched two leaves roll on the ground together. So much like them. How the one he loves would strike up a innocent conversation, with an innocent enough of comment, and soon they would be rolling on the floor, trying to see who could over power who. I never won. If that was on purpose or by accident, I'll never know. It is just something that my sub conch's does with out me even trying.
There are other things it does, like torments me with the idea of me and the one I love being together. I know that would never happen, she is a grown woman, an elf-maiden no less! What kind of a chance would I have with her? I know that I may be handsome in the eyes of men, but in the eyes of elves, I am nothing special. Just an ordinary person that they should pity, because I am a human, with a little thing called mortality. Ah, that word is the cause of all of my pain. If only I could be immortal, or if only had we not meet as children, or, rather, as me a child and as her an adult by my standerds.
Even though I have been raised among elves, they never cease to amaze me. They could be soft and caring, and yet hard and demanding at they same time. It makes me wonder if I will ever live up to my foster fathers' and best friends' exceptions. I know that they care for me, yet it is my foster fathers own daughter that I love. The only one that I can not have, for fear of breaking her heart. I have confessed my thoughts to my best friend and he replied by telling me to go for it, though, to beware her father. He said that he could get grouchy at times. I should remember that. My best friend is an elf after all and, therefore, should be wise in their ways.
My love and best friend are the same in some ways. The both move with the elfish grace that has been bestowed upon them. The both can be stubborn at times. And yet, they are total opposites in other ways. Why, even their names think this. My loves name means Evenstar. She is like the stars. You may gaze at her beauty, but you know that you will never be able to reach her, for she is to high in the world to even begin to lower herself down to you so that you my take her, and cherish her. My best friends' name means Green Leaf. Down to earth and able to reach. I feel that I can always talk to him because he is like the earth, he rivals the beauty of the stars and yet he is touchable and able to be there when you fall, or simply there to comfort you when you need it. Give you hand to help you on your way.
And yet I still love the things that I cannot have, I should stop tormenting myself. If not for my sake, then for hers. She deserves someone who could give her everything, not a mortal man that could hardly put a dent in her long life. I love her, and yet I will hide it. Hide it until I die or I am asked to speak it, but never of free will, for it will be to much. I make it as a vow. To protect the one I love as well as everything that she holds dear. So I will stay Estal, foster son to Lord Elrond of Rivendell, best friend to Prince Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood, and foster sister to my only love. Arwen Evenstar, my one and only.
A/N: I tried going for something sentimental…I hope that you liked it and that it lived up to what you thought it would be! Thank you for readind it! Please R and R! I live for reviews! Also, tell me if I should continue or not! Thank you so much! Have fun reading more! Bye!