I love you, therefore I must leave
Part Two
Rating: pg-13
Genre: Angst/Romance
Summary: Same as previous chapter. This happens at the council meeting in Rivendell.
AUTHOR'S WARNING: I AM WARNING YOU NOW! THAR BE ORIGINAL CHARACTERS MENTIONED HAR!
DISCLAIMER: TolkienPeterJacksonandeveryoneelsewho'snotme.
A/N: Am also pretending that Elrond can project images into peoples mind. Kinda like the Vulcan mind meld thing.
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Two men, one goal
Rivendell
Arwen looked down from her bedroom window. Several horses had just come through the gate and she recognized one of the riders. Legolas jumped off his horse and looked around at the Last Homely House, a smile on his fair face. She felt something stir in her heart as she looked down at her once-husband. Many years had passed since she had seen him last and her heart sang to gaze upon him.
"Mellamin." She whispered as she rushed down several flights of stairs.
^%$%^
Legolas stepped outside of his room for a breather.
"Bored already, my friend?" came a deep voice from behind him.
The Elf turned around.
"Vedui Estel. How have you been?" Legolas replied after embracing his old friend and ally.
"I cannot complain. How is your father?"
"Very well. Thank you."
They exchanged polite pleasantries and talked for a while eventually making their way out into the garden. As they neared a small fountain, they both spotted Arwen.
"Aragorn! Legolas! How lovely to see you!" she cried, jumping up and kissing them both on the cheek.
Legolas kissed her hand gently.
"It has been too long." he said softly.
"If I recall correctly, it was by your choice, Legolas Thranduilion." Arwen replied coldly.
Aragorn watched the exchange with interest before interrupting suddenly.
"Er, Arwen. I believe it is almost time for dinner. Please, would you allow me to escort you inside?" the Ranger asked politely.
Arwen glared at Legolas once more before nodding her head and allowing Aragorn to lead her inside.
Left alone in the garden, Legolas allowed himself to relax onto one of the stone benches, putting his head in his hands.
"It's hard isn't it?" a voice said from behind him.
"Yes, My Lord Elrond. It is difficult." Legolas sighed, not even turning.
The older Elf sat down next to him and lay a tentative hand on the WoodElf's shoulder.
"What troubles you my boy?" Elrond asked.
Legolas turned to face the Master of the Last Homely House; Elrond could see that the WoodElf's cheeks were stained with tears.
"I cannot believe I gave her up so easily! She was the best thing that has ever happened to me! All because I say the face of my children in her own."
Elrond stood up, suddenly radiating and air of knowledge.
"I'd like to show you something. Will you permit me?"
Elrond held out his hands, waiting for consent. Legolas nodded and allowed Elrond to press his fingers lightly against the WoodElf's temples. Legolas closed his eyes and relaxed. Elrond projected and image in his mind. And image of an odd looking fair-haired Elf man. The elf was standing on the edge of a ravine looking down at Rivendale.
The fair-haired Elf looked strangely familiar. He seemed to have traits from both Legolas and Arwen. The face was similar to Legolas' own, eyes the same shape as Arwen's, he had the dusty blue-grey eye colour of the WoodElves of Mirkwood. His hair was shorn oddly short, but he was no doubt Elven. Behind him came a beautiful golden-haired female elf, looking very much like a combination of Arwen, Galadriel, and Legolas. The female Elf leaned up against the male Elf, who put a protective arm around her, as if shielding her from any harm.
Lord Elrond pulled his fingers away from Legolas' temples and looked down at the younger elf.
"Who-What was-Are they-?" poor Legolas was so confused by this sudden torrent of emotions that the pictures had evoked, he couldn't put into words what he wanted to say.
"They are Calathyrien-Lumondiel and Celedir-Eltirion, the same children you thought you had lost all those years ago. They have been searching for they're past since they realized that something was missing."
"Does Arwen know about this?" the astonished WoodElf inquired.
Elrond shook his head.
"No, I'm afraid not. I have not had the heart to show her that all of her lamentations were for naught."
"I see." Legolas said softly. "Would you mind if I told her?"
"Not at all."
Legolas clapped hands with Elrond, suddenly pulling the older Elf into a rather awkward embrace.
"Thank you sir."
"Please, before you go. Try and talk her out of staying here with Estel. Hope is a good man, but I cannot bear to live without my daughter at my side." Elrond asked hopefully.
Legolas bowed respectfully.
"I will do my best My Lord."
With that, Legolas of Mirkwood disappeared back indoors, leaving Elrond to reflect on the coming months and the troubles that were sure to come.
*&^&*
Part Two
Rating: pg-13
Genre: Angst/Romance
Summary: Same as previous chapter. This happens at the council meeting in Rivendell.
AUTHOR'S WARNING: I AM WARNING YOU NOW! THAR BE ORIGINAL CHARACTERS MENTIONED HAR!
DISCLAIMER: TolkienPeterJacksonandeveryoneelsewho'snotme.
A/N: Am also pretending that Elrond can project images into peoples mind. Kinda like the Vulcan mind meld thing.
*&^&*
Two men, one goal
Rivendell
Arwen looked down from her bedroom window. Several horses had just come through the gate and she recognized one of the riders. Legolas jumped off his horse and looked around at the Last Homely House, a smile on his fair face. She felt something stir in her heart as she looked down at her once-husband. Many years had passed since she had seen him last and her heart sang to gaze upon him.
"Mellamin." She whispered as she rushed down several flights of stairs.
^%$%^
Legolas stepped outside of his room for a breather.
"Bored already, my friend?" came a deep voice from behind him.
The Elf turned around.
"Vedui Estel. How have you been?" Legolas replied after embracing his old friend and ally.
"I cannot complain. How is your father?"
"Very well. Thank you."
They exchanged polite pleasantries and talked for a while eventually making their way out into the garden. As they neared a small fountain, they both spotted Arwen.
"Aragorn! Legolas! How lovely to see you!" she cried, jumping up and kissing them both on the cheek.
Legolas kissed her hand gently.
"It has been too long." he said softly.
"If I recall correctly, it was by your choice, Legolas Thranduilion." Arwen replied coldly.
Aragorn watched the exchange with interest before interrupting suddenly.
"Er, Arwen. I believe it is almost time for dinner. Please, would you allow me to escort you inside?" the Ranger asked politely.
Arwen glared at Legolas once more before nodding her head and allowing Aragorn to lead her inside.
Left alone in the garden, Legolas allowed himself to relax onto one of the stone benches, putting his head in his hands.
"It's hard isn't it?" a voice said from behind him.
"Yes, My Lord Elrond. It is difficult." Legolas sighed, not even turning.
The older Elf sat down next to him and lay a tentative hand on the WoodElf's shoulder.
"What troubles you my boy?" Elrond asked.
Legolas turned to face the Master of the Last Homely House; Elrond could see that the WoodElf's cheeks were stained with tears.
"I cannot believe I gave her up so easily! She was the best thing that has ever happened to me! All because I say the face of my children in her own."
Elrond stood up, suddenly radiating and air of knowledge.
"I'd like to show you something. Will you permit me?"
Elrond held out his hands, waiting for consent. Legolas nodded and allowed Elrond to press his fingers lightly against the WoodElf's temples. Legolas closed his eyes and relaxed. Elrond projected and image in his mind. And image of an odd looking fair-haired Elf man. The elf was standing on the edge of a ravine looking down at Rivendale.
The fair-haired Elf looked strangely familiar. He seemed to have traits from both Legolas and Arwen. The face was similar to Legolas' own, eyes the same shape as Arwen's, he had the dusty blue-grey eye colour of the WoodElves of Mirkwood. His hair was shorn oddly short, but he was no doubt Elven. Behind him came a beautiful golden-haired female elf, looking very much like a combination of Arwen, Galadriel, and Legolas. The female Elf leaned up against the male Elf, who put a protective arm around her, as if shielding her from any harm.
Lord Elrond pulled his fingers away from Legolas' temples and looked down at the younger elf.
"Who-What was-Are they-?" poor Legolas was so confused by this sudden torrent of emotions that the pictures had evoked, he couldn't put into words what he wanted to say.
"They are Calathyrien-Lumondiel and Celedir-Eltirion, the same children you thought you had lost all those years ago. They have been searching for they're past since they realized that something was missing."
"Does Arwen know about this?" the astonished WoodElf inquired.
Elrond shook his head.
"No, I'm afraid not. I have not had the heart to show her that all of her lamentations were for naught."
"I see." Legolas said softly. "Would you mind if I told her?"
"Not at all."
Legolas clapped hands with Elrond, suddenly pulling the older Elf into a rather awkward embrace.
"Thank you sir."
"Please, before you go. Try and talk her out of staying here with Estel. Hope is a good man, but I cannot bear to live without my daughter at my side." Elrond asked hopefully.
Legolas bowed respectfully.
"I will do my best My Lord."
With that, Legolas of Mirkwood disappeared back indoors, leaving Elrond to reflect on the coming months and the troubles that were sure to come.
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