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So, please don't sue me. ^_^
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Legolas looked up at the night sky as he walked along with the fellowship, and thought of the past, and dreamed of what could have been. Gimili the dwarf looked upon the face of his friend, and grew troubled. "Legolas..?" He asked tentatively. Legolas started at the sound of his name, then shook his head slightly and smiled at his friend, though the smile did not reach his eyes. "Is there something troubling you, my friend?" Gimili asked gently. Legolas sighed, then his face grew carefully impassive. "Nay, my friend. Naught that you could mend." His attention returned to the road ahead, though there was a slight change in his posture and gait.
Gimili's own face grew troubled. He could see that Legolas was upset – and that he did not wish to speak of the matter further. He decided to let the matter drop for a time.
Legolas began to softly sing the words of a song in an old elven language that none in that group save he knew. After a time, the words faded slowly into humming, and Legolas' bright elven eyes began to glisten with tears. He wiped them away, not wanting anyone to notice.
A/N: So, what do you think? Should I continue this fic, or does it finish well here? Please forgive me for the astounding shortness of this chapter.. However, originally it was a part of the last chapter, but I thought it flowed better like this ^_^ Please review!