a/n: What you recognise does not belong to me, but to JRR Tolkein. I only own the plot, some instant coffee, and one of those jiggling Elvis dolls...
Haldir/Legolas slash maybe implied(depends on how you interpret the story). You have been warned.
A gentle hand falls on his shoulder, a touch like that of summer rain lightly glazing the ground it touches.
"You are troubled, my Prince?"
"Haldir, there is no need for such formalities."
"Then I ask again without formalities. You are troubled, Legolas?"
"Ay..."
"And would Legolas care to tell a friend and Elvin kinsman what troubles him so?"
"Tis' nothing...I assure you, Haldir. What troubles me now will pass without troublesome notice. Tis' but only a day or a moment until such a time as that."
"Then let me make it only but a moment and not a day."
"Please, do not press me Haldir. I wish not to give the burden of mine heavy thoughts to another."
"But I, as that another, wish to disburden you of those thoughts, which crease your brow and set a dark pout on your gossamer lips."
"Haldir, a Mirkwood elf does not pout."
"Aye...tis but a frown then? A dark, solemn frown? No. No, I think it not that what you say is a frown, is a frown. I think it better be assumed, Elvin brother, that what I say is a pout, is indeed, a pout."
"Is there no deterring you Haldir? Is there no way an elf can be at peace in the comfort of his own pensive solitude?"
"Not in these dark times, and not when you stand there wearing your melancholy as one would wear a cloak. Mine affections extend to you, Legolas, thus that I cannot leave you in such a mood as this. Remedy must be found, and I am the one to remedy."
"Ay, then I see I am to bear with company, if company should bear with me."
"There is no strain on the part of the company's bearing with you. I would wish nothing of you right now, Legolas, but only that you not only bear my presence, but bare that bothersome line of thought that should have your back bent double with its weight."
"I should not wish to take such time from your hands, Haldir. My thoughts are many, and they are not all as plain as it should seem."
"Plain is only in the eye of the beholder, or the mind of the player. For we Elves play on many planes...though time is one plane where we do not concern ourselves. Time is something that does not matter to us. You should know that, my princely elf."
"Ay...I know it too well it oft' seems. When I wake with the dark wings of sadness overshadowing my joy in the day, I know too well that time does not pass easily for us."
"And so I know of your melancholy, as you know that I am here to rid you of it. You have said much as to indicate that you will share thought, but little light have you shed on the topics thus as they currently stand."
"There is much light here. The Golden Wood...it will always stand as it is. But I...I fear I will fade away, Haldir. But yes, I will tell you. Upon the insistence placed upon me by you I will tell you of the things which plague my mind."
"Insistence that need not be followed if by your heart you wish not to shed light, but hide those feelings and concerns in darkness. As your friend, kinsman, and loyal Haldir, I shall not push you further to reveal what secrets you may have."
"Haldir-"
"You are an enigma, Legolas Greenleaf, and I understand that there is still much I have yet to learn of you. But if it is so that you will not teach of the worries you have, then I will not press the will to learn."
Haldir turns and walks away, his lithe Elvin figure and soft-treaded footsteps being enveloped by the forest around him as he leaves.
Legolas turns back to the water he was looking at before the welcome intrusion of Haldir.
"Ay..." He whispers to himself, "But you too are a mystery, Haldir of Lothlorien. A puzzle I
desire to one day solve."
Haldir/Legolas slash maybe implied(depends on how you interpret the story). You have been warned.
A gentle hand falls on his shoulder, a touch like that of summer rain lightly glazing the ground it touches.
"You are troubled, my Prince?"
"Haldir, there is no need for such formalities."
"Then I ask again without formalities. You are troubled, Legolas?"
"Ay..."
"And would Legolas care to tell a friend and Elvin kinsman what troubles him so?"
"Tis' nothing...I assure you, Haldir. What troubles me now will pass without troublesome notice. Tis' but only a day or a moment until such a time as that."
"Then let me make it only but a moment and not a day."
"Please, do not press me Haldir. I wish not to give the burden of mine heavy thoughts to another."
"But I, as that another, wish to disburden you of those thoughts, which crease your brow and set a dark pout on your gossamer lips."
"Haldir, a Mirkwood elf does not pout."
"Aye...tis but a frown then? A dark, solemn frown? No. No, I think it not that what you say is a frown, is a frown. I think it better be assumed, Elvin brother, that what I say is a pout, is indeed, a pout."
"Is there no deterring you Haldir? Is there no way an elf can be at peace in the comfort of his own pensive solitude?"
"Not in these dark times, and not when you stand there wearing your melancholy as one would wear a cloak. Mine affections extend to you, Legolas, thus that I cannot leave you in such a mood as this. Remedy must be found, and I am the one to remedy."
"Ay, then I see I am to bear with company, if company should bear with me."
"There is no strain on the part of the company's bearing with you. I would wish nothing of you right now, Legolas, but only that you not only bear my presence, but bare that bothersome line of thought that should have your back bent double with its weight."
"I should not wish to take such time from your hands, Haldir. My thoughts are many, and they are not all as plain as it should seem."
"Plain is only in the eye of the beholder, or the mind of the player. For we Elves play on many planes...though time is one plane where we do not concern ourselves. Time is something that does not matter to us. You should know that, my princely elf."
"Ay...I know it too well it oft' seems. When I wake with the dark wings of sadness overshadowing my joy in the day, I know too well that time does not pass easily for us."
"And so I know of your melancholy, as you know that I am here to rid you of it. You have said much as to indicate that you will share thought, but little light have you shed on the topics thus as they currently stand."
"There is much light here. The Golden Wood...it will always stand as it is. But I...I fear I will fade away, Haldir. But yes, I will tell you. Upon the insistence placed upon me by you I will tell you of the things which plague my mind."
"Insistence that need not be followed if by your heart you wish not to shed light, but hide those feelings and concerns in darkness. As your friend, kinsman, and loyal Haldir, I shall not push you further to reveal what secrets you may have."
"Haldir-"
"You are an enigma, Legolas Greenleaf, and I understand that there is still much I have yet to learn of you. But if it is so that you will not teach of the worries you have, then I will not press the will to learn."
Haldir turns and walks away, his lithe Elvin figure and soft-treaded footsteps being enveloped by the forest around him as he leaves.
Legolas turns back to the water he was looking at before the welcome intrusion of Haldir.
"Ay..." He whispers to himself, "But you too are a mystery, Haldir of Lothlorien. A puzzle I
desire to one day solve."