Legolas (36)
Something jarred Legolas out of his sleep, and up to his feet, and he rushed out of the hollow. His feet seemed to be going somewhere, though where, he could not say.
Legolas came to a clearing. The mirror of Galadriel stood in the center, the queen herself next to it, her hand stirring the water. Tauriel lay on the ground unconscious, spread eagled and steady breathing.
Galadriel refused to acknowledge Legolas as he bent down and gathered Tauriel up in his arms, and slowly his feet guided him back to the hollow somehow.
Aragorn was up with the healer just leaving when Legolas came back, and ran up to meet the elf prince.
"What had happened?"
"Galadriel will not speak." Legolas replied bitterly.
He set her down and kneeled at her side. Aragorn leaned against the edge of the entrance to the hollow and watched his friend.
Legolas had always been shy towards Tauriel, but he loved her and cared for her deeply.
Legolas could feel Aragorn's eyes boring into his back, and he stole a quick kiss to Tauriel's brow and swiftly walked out of the hollow. He tried to find where the mirror was, but his feet would not lead him.
"The Mirror can only be found by those that want to seek it for knowledge" He herd Galadriel's voice and whirled to meet it.
"You."
"Me." Galadriel smiled.
"Do not think to make this a jest!" Legolas sneered.
"Make a jest of what?"
"You know what. You lured Tauriel into your trap!" Legolas accused.
Galadriel shook her head. "I did not lure your friend into anything. She came of her own will."
"How am I supposed to believe that?"
"You don't have to coming from me, but just ask her on the morrow. She will tell you it true."
"I plan she will."