By Your Words
Chapter 3
The old that is strong does not wither
A lone hooded figure made it's way through the forest, weaving gracefully through the trees. His cloak whispers on the ground, rustling the dry leaves of the late autumn fall. He is headed for a place where no-one ever goes. Almost no-one.
"Legolas, are you here?" He asks into the darkness of the trees. At first, there is no reply. Then, a simply "hello" escapes the canopy of trees.
"Estel, you wanted to speak to me." It is not a question.
"Yes, I-I... I am giving up my life. Wait, don't interrupt me!" He yells as the elf attempts to speak. "Eldarion is old enough to rule now, it is time for me to go."
"Estel, you don't have to do this!" The prince yells. Slowly, he takes the man hand in his own, slimmer one. "Please."
"Legolas, don't do this to me! This is what I have to do... do not try to stop me!"
"You're leaving me alone. I will have no-one once you leave. Ada hates me, Elrond has sailed. Even Elladan and Elrohir have sailed! I need you here, gwador! More than Mandos does!" Right now, the elf is grateful for the darkness, because Aragorn cannot see him cry.
Suddenly, the man pulls his best friend into a tight embrace. Stroking the golden hair lightly, the man begins to sob into his friends shoulder as the elf's tears dampen his own.
"I'll miss you, gwador, forever." The elf back away slowly, still clutching the man's strong arms. His blue eyes are sad as he reaches up to brush Estel's cheek with his knuckles.
"Forever." The man repeats, holding the elf's hand to his cheek by covering it with his own. Legolas smiles. He lightly presses his forehead to his brother's. Then, he turns away.
"When?" He asks.
"The summer solstice." Aragorn replies.
"I'll be there, I promise." Then, the prince is gone. His shadow faded into the trees. The man pulls his hood back up and starts towards home, though he isn't quite sure where that is without his brother.
Dramatic much? Yep, I was in a strange mood when I wrote this. Hope you liked it... R&R!
-UE
