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borrowing. (
A/N: This hasn't been beta-ed or anything, so typos, grammatical errors are all mine. Please let me know what you think, whether good/bad/ugly, I'd just like to know what the reaction is.
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3 Sorrowful Goodbyes
He had not seen her in over a thousand years, but she still took his breath away. Her unusually dark eyes, her beautiful smile, her wonderful presence. In his elfish dreams, he remembered every moment they had spent together; every word, every touch, and every kiss. All as fresh in his mind as the day they had happened, deep in the safety of Mirkwood.
But he no longer had her heart. He lost it centuries ago, because of Galadriel, because of her foretelling. Because of the prophecy that broke him. The powerful, wise, heart breaking queen who had decreed that they must be separated. They had clung to each other, praying that her words would not prove true, that her orders would not be followed. How naïve they both were.
He had been banished from Rivendell and Lorien for most of the Third Age. It was only when he was recalled that he knew Galadriel had been right, that it must have happened. He knew Aragorn and, as he reflected at the banquet, approved of him. But the sight of Arwen's beauty combined with the love that flowed freely between her and Aragorn almost broke his heart for the second time.
Excusing himself, he fled the banquet into the stillness of the night, into the grotto. It held a special place in his heart. It was the only place outside of his home that he felt truly happy. He sat and watched time drift by, the water flow past him, allowing thoughts to overpower his senses. He was only brought back by voices. He was two on the bridge, and his haven in Rivendell shattered. He listened to their declarations, quietly hoping for the day he would once more declare his feelings openly to his love. A tear leaked from one eye and he wiped it away angrily. He looked back at the bridge, the two figures were gone. "Legolas?" a voice asked quietly from behind. He turned and drowned in her eyes, "Arwen," he responded simply. She saw the tear trail a path down his face, "What grieves you?" she asked.
"Your love for Aragorn," he told her honestly.
"I had hoped I was not the cause of your pain, Legolas," she said, taking her hand in his. "Kirma en am in corm lle ilyam enie," she told him. Part of my heart is yours always, he thought bitterly. "Am in mele lle," he replied.
"And I love you too Legolas, I always will."
"But you love him more," he stated. She did not respond. "He…is a good man," he decided to continue.
"I'm glad you hold him highly."
"May I ask a favour, Arwen?"
"Legolas, you know I would gladly do anything for you."
"Let me have one last kiss? Our goodbye was prevented by Elrond, Galadriel and my father." He waited for an answer. She studied him for a moment before their mouths met, tongues meeting and mingling for one last time. Legolas broke the kiss, "Thank you," he whispered.
"Thank you, Legolas poika uuania," gentle soul, she said, before fleeing, back to the lights of the banquet. "Am in mele lle," he said, his voice carrying to her ears.
"Am in mele lle, Legolas, am in mele lle," she whispered, tears flooding her eyes before pushing open the door of the hall.
A/N: This hasn't been beta-ed or anything, so typos, grammatical errors are all mine. Please let me know what you think, whether good/bad/ugly, I'd just like to know what the reaction is.
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3 Sorrowful Goodbyes
He had not seen her in over a thousand years, but she still took his breath away. Her unusually dark eyes, her beautiful smile, her wonderful presence. In his elfish dreams, he remembered every moment they had spent together; every word, every touch, and every kiss. All as fresh in his mind as the day they had happened, deep in the safety of Mirkwood.
But he no longer had her heart. He lost it centuries ago, because of Galadriel, because of her foretelling. Because of the prophecy that broke him. The powerful, wise, heart breaking queen who had decreed that they must be separated. They had clung to each other, praying that her words would not prove true, that her orders would not be followed. How naïve they both were.
He had been banished from Rivendell and Lorien for most of the Third Age. It was only when he was recalled that he knew Galadriel had been right, that it must have happened. He knew Aragorn and, as he reflected at the banquet, approved of him. But the sight of Arwen's beauty combined with the love that flowed freely between her and Aragorn almost broke his heart for the second time.
Excusing himself, he fled the banquet into the stillness of the night, into the grotto. It held a special place in his heart. It was the only place outside of his home that he felt truly happy. He sat and watched time drift by, the water flow past him, allowing thoughts to overpower his senses. He was only brought back by voices. He was two on the bridge, and his haven in Rivendell shattered. He listened to their declarations, quietly hoping for the day he would once more declare his feelings openly to his love. A tear leaked from one eye and he wiped it away angrily. He looked back at the bridge, the two figures were gone. "Legolas?" a voice asked quietly from behind. He turned and drowned in her eyes, "Arwen," he responded simply. She saw the tear trail a path down his face, "What grieves you?" she asked.
"Your love for Aragorn," he told her honestly.
"I had hoped I was not the cause of your pain, Legolas," she said, taking her hand in his. "Kirma en am in corm lle ilyam enie," she told him. Part of my heart is yours always, he thought bitterly. "Am in mele lle," he replied.
"And I love you too Legolas, I always will."
"But you love him more," he stated. She did not respond. "He…is a good man," he decided to continue.
"I'm glad you hold him highly."
"May I ask a favour, Arwen?"
"Legolas, you know I would gladly do anything for you."
"Let me have one last kiss? Our goodbye was prevented by Elrond, Galadriel and my father." He waited for an answer. She studied him for a moment before their mouths met, tongues meeting and mingling for one last time. Legolas broke the kiss, "Thank you," he whispered.
"Thank you, Legolas poika uuania," gentle soul, she said, before fleeing, back to the lights of the banquet. "Am in mele lle," he said, his voice carrying to her ears.
"Am in mele lle, Legolas, am in mele lle," she whispered, tears flooding her eyes before pushing open the door of the hall.
