Ok here's another short chapter. But I swear the next chapter is very long.
Again this is mostly Legolas musing...(see chapter title.) Enjoy!
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Finally, after about two weeks delay we departed from Gondor. I averted my eyes as Aragorn give Arwen a long kiss goodbye. The pain in my heart had dulled over that time, thanks to Faramir. He was very different from any other man I had met, in all my years of living in the white city. He studied the lore of Middle Earth's races and he told me that he found elves fascinating. He had even asked me to teach him elvish, and I had obliged, amazed at how eager he was to learn my native tongue. No human besides Aragorn knew or wanted to speak elvish, or even liked elves. They were brought up to hate us, just as we were brought up to hate them. I always tried to look beyond that, and in Faramir I saw someone who was loyal, noble, and gentle in spirit, despite his harsh looks. Aragorn was the exact opposite, he was pleasing to look at but he lacked compassion and sensitivity.
"Come on, hurry up," I muttered, watching the king and queen.
"Tired of waiting Legolas?" asked Faramir in elvish.
"No, but can't they do that elsewhere? I'm only thinking of the hobbits…" I said switching back to the common tongue.
"Don't worry Legolas, it's nothing I haven't seen before," said Merry, staring at Faramir, who blushed.
"Um, I think Aragorn is ready now," he muttered, quickly mounting his horse and galloping off.
Laughing, I followed suit. "Hey wait for us!" yelled the hobbits. Their ponies couldn't go as fast as our horses, so we slowed down and waited for them.
"Where is Gandalf?" asked Faramir.
"I don't know," Frodo replied. I glanced back at the city as saw a figure hurrying towards us.
"Here he comes," I said before turning back to Faramir. "Your elvish is coming along well."
"It is a beautiful language. Thank you my friend." In response I almost said, "Not as beautiful as you," but I held my tongue, remembering my vow. Plus he was married to Lady Ewoyn. He deserved someone like her, not someone like me. I didn't deserve anyone, and no one, not even an orc deserved me.
"Are you alright?" Faramir asked.
"Yes I shall be fine. I just need to be amongst the trees again."
He nodded. Of course he would know that elves were connected to the trees, and if they were away too long they would despair and die. But that wasn't what was really bothering me. It was the fact that I was torn between an angel and a devil.
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Finally, after about two weeks delay we departed from Gondor. I averted my eyes as Aragorn give Arwen a long kiss goodbye. The pain in my heart had dulled over that time, thanks to Faramir. He was very different from any other man I had met, in all my years of living in the white city. He studied the lore of Middle Earth's races and he told me that he found elves fascinating. He had even asked me to teach him elvish, and I had obliged, amazed at how eager he was to learn my native tongue. No human besides Aragorn knew or wanted to speak elvish, or even liked elves. They were brought up to hate us, just as we were brought up to hate them. I always tried to look beyond that, and in Faramir I saw someone who was loyal, noble, and gentle in spirit, despite his harsh looks. Aragorn was the exact opposite, he was pleasing to look at but he lacked compassion and sensitivity.
"Come on, hurry up," I muttered, watching the king and queen.
"Tired of waiting Legolas?" asked Faramir in elvish.
"No, but can't they do that elsewhere? I'm only thinking of the hobbits…" I said switching back to the common tongue.
"Don't worry Legolas, it's nothing I haven't seen before," said Merry, staring at Faramir, who blushed.
"Um, I think Aragorn is ready now," he muttered, quickly mounting his horse and galloping off.
Laughing, I followed suit. "Hey wait for us!" yelled the hobbits. Their ponies couldn't go as fast as our horses, so we slowed down and waited for them.
"Where is Gandalf?" asked Faramir.
"I don't know," Frodo replied. I glanced back at the city as saw a figure hurrying towards us.
"Here he comes," I said before turning back to Faramir. "Your elvish is coming along well."
"It is a beautiful language. Thank you my friend." In response I almost said, "Not as beautiful as you," but I held my tongue, remembering my vow. Plus he was married to Lady Ewoyn. He deserved someone like her, not someone like me. I didn't deserve anyone, and no one, not even an orc deserved me.
"Are you alright?" Faramir asked.
"Yes I shall be fine. I just need to be amongst the trees again."
He nodded. Of course he would know that elves were connected to the trees, and if they were away too long they would despair and die. But that wasn't what was really bothering me. It was the fact that I was torn between an angel and a devil.