Legolas leaned back against the padded seat he had been resting in.
It had been two days since he and Anarkyn had reached Mirkwood. Legolas had
required elvish medicine for his wound, but he was nearly healed fully now.
He wondered if Anarkyn had received any treatment for her injuries. He
somehow doubted it. She had probably crawled off somewhere to nurse her own
wounds. Legolas hadn't seen her since they had gotten back, but he knew she
hadn't left Mirkwood yet.
He mulled over the problem of Anarkyn. Maybe she didn't have injuries that could be healed with any medicine no matter how good. Her wounds were internal and couldn't be mended by anyone but herself, and maybe a nudge or two from him.
At that moment, Thranduil entered the room. Legolas stood to meet his father. After Legolas and Anarkyn had returned, Thranduil had explained that he had sent a group of archers to the borderland because of some disturbing scouting reports he had received back. He had been worried about the two trackers, and his fears had proved founded.
Thranduil sat down next to his son.
"I have something to ask you," he said finally.
"Whatever you wish father."
"You love her, do you not," Thranduil said as he watched his son closely, "the Avergaar?"
"Yes, I do," Legolas said plainly," I care about her more than anyone I've ever met before. She's real father. She's honest. She's not normal. I want to hear truth from someone and I believe I will always hear it from her. She does not care about what I am or who I am, she cares about me. She is too honest to pretend otherwise. She never judged me, and I do not care whether anyone approves of her or not. I care about her. I think I love her."
"I was afraid so," Thranduil said with a sigh," you know you cannot be with her. She is a servant of Elrond."
"I know father, but I still love her and I will be with her some day. I am confident of that. One day she will be free, and I will wait until then."
"She is leaving. Today. Now," Thranduil said with a weary smile, "Go to her if you will. You always were a difficult boy. I should have expected this from you."
Legolas's face broke into an almost boyish smile and he turned and left the room.
He barely caught up to Anarkyn. Thranduil had been right. She was leaving immediately. Running away again he assumed. He understood, he just wanted her to know she wasn't alone anymore.
"Some things she can't run away from," Legolas thought," and I intend to be one of them."
Legolas caught her by the arm and spun her around to face him. He was surprised by the pain that was etched on every one of her features.
"I can't," Anarkyn whispered," I am carrying enough pain to last two lifetimes, and I cannot bring that on you as well. I care too much now."
A single tear traced its way over her cheek. Legolas reached up and brushed it away. He left his hand resting on the side of her face.
"The only way you could ever cause me pain would be to shut me out of your life. I love you, and whether you want to admit it or not, you love me too. I know it."
Anarkyn listened in slight amazement, and then let her denial collapse. She closed her eyes and finally swayed into Legolas's chest. He pulled his arms around her and let her simply rest for a moment.
"I don't suppose I can convince you to leave me alone," Anarkyn muttered into him.
"No, you can't," he returned," and I have it on good authority from my father that I am very stubborn."
"I figured as much. You have a death wish of some sort you know. If I myself don't kill you, loving me will."
Legolas contemplated momentarily, " Death wish? Yes, something like that. I think anyone willing to give another their heart has something close to that."
Anarkyn smiled and turned her head a little, "You don't know me very well and I do hope you realize I am not that pleasant."
"Now that I figured out right away, my lady. Not something you hide well, but if I had wanted pleasant, I would have fallen for one of the usual elf maidens. I wanted honest and that is what I have in you. But no, pleasantness was not something bequeathed to you very heavily."
"Then you are the one who has taken leave of your senses and not I. You yourself are quite charming, my prince."
Legolas smiled wickedly and playfully tightened his grip, "Good, because I shall have to make up for you."
Anarkyn laughed. She felt momentarily safe, something she couldn't remember ever feeling. She had finally found someone who not only had gained her love, but also her respect, and she would never part with one without the other. She pulled back and looked up at Legolas. He leaned forward and kissed her. It was a deep, gentle kiss, and it expressed everything neither one could articulate. When their lips parted, Anarkyn leaned back into Legolas's chest. He rested his chin on top of her head and held her.
"I can't be with you now," Anarkyn finally said.
"I'll wait," Legolas returned firmly," No matter how long, I'll wait."
Anarkyn drew herself back and suddenly regained all of her old, icy composure.
"I have to go."
Legolas nodded. He pulled a small, delicately made dagger out of his belt.
"It may help you somehow," he said with a smile, "you always seem to have use for them."
Anarkyn took the knife and slid it into one of the straps. Without a word she slipped a thin silver ring from her finger and placed it on one of Legolas's. She grasped his arm and quoted an old saying.
"May your hand be steady and your eye be true," she said with a smile.
"My eyes will be true only to you, Anarkyn, and my hand only steady when in yours," Legolas softly replied.
Anarkyn paused, then turned and swiftly moved into the shadows of the trees. When she had gained some distance, she turned and looked back. Legolas continued to watch the place where she had disappeared.
"I will return to him," she vowed to herself," I will return to him someday."
~Finis~
yes there is more of anarkyn/legolas, I just don't know if anyone wants to hear it. Let me know if you do.
He mulled over the problem of Anarkyn. Maybe she didn't have injuries that could be healed with any medicine no matter how good. Her wounds were internal and couldn't be mended by anyone but herself, and maybe a nudge or two from him.
At that moment, Thranduil entered the room. Legolas stood to meet his father. After Legolas and Anarkyn had returned, Thranduil had explained that he had sent a group of archers to the borderland because of some disturbing scouting reports he had received back. He had been worried about the two trackers, and his fears had proved founded.
Thranduil sat down next to his son.
"I have something to ask you," he said finally.
"Whatever you wish father."
"You love her, do you not," Thranduil said as he watched his son closely, "the Avergaar?"
"Yes, I do," Legolas said plainly," I care about her more than anyone I've ever met before. She's real father. She's honest. She's not normal. I want to hear truth from someone and I believe I will always hear it from her. She does not care about what I am or who I am, she cares about me. She is too honest to pretend otherwise. She never judged me, and I do not care whether anyone approves of her or not. I care about her. I think I love her."
"I was afraid so," Thranduil said with a sigh," you know you cannot be with her. She is a servant of Elrond."
"I know father, but I still love her and I will be with her some day. I am confident of that. One day she will be free, and I will wait until then."
"She is leaving. Today. Now," Thranduil said with a weary smile, "Go to her if you will. You always were a difficult boy. I should have expected this from you."
Legolas's face broke into an almost boyish smile and he turned and left the room.
He barely caught up to Anarkyn. Thranduil had been right. She was leaving immediately. Running away again he assumed. He understood, he just wanted her to know she wasn't alone anymore.
"Some things she can't run away from," Legolas thought," and I intend to be one of them."
Legolas caught her by the arm and spun her around to face him. He was surprised by the pain that was etched on every one of her features.
"I can't," Anarkyn whispered," I am carrying enough pain to last two lifetimes, and I cannot bring that on you as well. I care too much now."
A single tear traced its way over her cheek. Legolas reached up and brushed it away. He left his hand resting on the side of her face.
"The only way you could ever cause me pain would be to shut me out of your life. I love you, and whether you want to admit it or not, you love me too. I know it."
Anarkyn listened in slight amazement, and then let her denial collapse. She closed her eyes and finally swayed into Legolas's chest. He pulled his arms around her and let her simply rest for a moment.
"I don't suppose I can convince you to leave me alone," Anarkyn muttered into him.
"No, you can't," he returned," and I have it on good authority from my father that I am very stubborn."
"I figured as much. You have a death wish of some sort you know. If I myself don't kill you, loving me will."
Legolas contemplated momentarily, " Death wish? Yes, something like that. I think anyone willing to give another their heart has something close to that."
Anarkyn smiled and turned her head a little, "You don't know me very well and I do hope you realize I am not that pleasant."
"Now that I figured out right away, my lady. Not something you hide well, but if I had wanted pleasant, I would have fallen for one of the usual elf maidens. I wanted honest and that is what I have in you. But no, pleasantness was not something bequeathed to you very heavily."
"Then you are the one who has taken leave of your senses and not I. You yourself are quite charming, my prince."
Legolas smiled wickedly and playfully tightened his grip, "Good, because I shall have to make up for you."
Anarkyn laughed. She felt momentarily safe, something she couldn't remember ever feeling. She had finally found someone who not only had gained her love, but also her respect, and she would never part with one without the other. She pulled back and looked up at Legolas. He leaned forward and kissed her. It was a deep, gentle kiss, and it expressed everything neither one could articulate. When their lips parted, Anarkyn leaned back into Legolas's chest. He rested his chin on top of her head and held her.
"I can't be with you now," Anarkyn finally said.
"I'll wait," Legolas returned firmly," No matter how long, I'll wait."
Anarkyn drew herself back and suddenly regained all of her old, icy composure.
"I have to go."
Legolas nodded. He pulled a small, delicately made dagger out of his belt.
"It may help you somehow," he said with a smile, "you always seem to have use for them."
Anarkyn took the knife and slid it into one of the straps. Without a word she slipped a thin silver ring from her finger and placed it on one of Legolas's. She grasped his arm and quoted an old saying.
"May your hand be steady and your eye be true," she said with a smile.
"My eyes will be true only to you, Anarkyn, and my hand only steady when in yours," Legolas softly replied.
Anarkyn paused, then turned and swiftly moved into the shadows of the trees. When she had gained some distance, she turned and looked back. Legolas continued to watch the place where she had disappeared.
"I will return to him," she vowed to herself," I will return to him someday."
~Finis~
yes there is more of anarkyn/legolas, I just don't know if anyone wants to hear it. Let me know if you do.