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Strange Feelings
~Legolas~
It was hard for me to see my father go but no one should see my tears.
So I went directly into the garden and sat down next to the lake. There I could be alone for a while.
Of course I wanted to be strong, wanted to improve my skills, but on the other hand I loved my father and my
home dearly. And since my mother had died there was a fear in my heart that I could lose him as well.
Yes, I knew that it was highly improbable for Elves are immortal when they are not killed or die because of a
broken heart. But I could do nothing against these fears.
I hadn't realized how long I had sat there until I heared Glorfindel's voice next to me. "Hey, young one."
I jumped slightly for I really hadn't heared him and then I apologized.
He smiled at me softly. "It's alright. How do you feel?"
I knew he was a great warrior of the First Age and I didn't want to be weak in his eyes.
And so I lied. "I'm fine."
He didn't believe me and tried to comfort me. First I felt ashamed, but then I began to trust him.
After a few minutes he stood up. "Are you hungry?"
And for the first time in this day I realized that I really was.
But even more important for me were his next words. "I'm always there for you, Legolas. Come to me if you
need to talk."
The next two days we spent much time together and became close friends. It didn't seem to matter to him that
I was so much younger. Other than many of the others he didn't treat me like a child.
In the morning of the third day when I was still in bed he suddenly entered my room. "Don't tell me you are still
asleep! Come on, eat your breakfast and then we will begin with the training."
I looked at him, still half-asleep. "What did you say?"
He laughed softly. "You have to get up now. After the breakfast we will begin with the training."
I nodded and got up.
I was really excited about the training for I wanted to impress Glorfindel.
But why?
Why should I want to impress Glorfindel?
And why didn't I first think about making my father proud?
I had no idea.
Of course my father was still very important to me, but the last few days I often thought of the golden-haired Elven
Lord.
After the breakfast Glorfindel and I entered the training place.
"First I want to see how good you are in sword fighting."
I nodded and took the training sword he gave me.
First I blocked his blade easily than his attacks grew harder. Still I could fight back.
We fought for nearly half an hour.
Then I felt the dull point of the training sword on my back.
He had won.
"That was very good, Legolas. Now let's see how good you can use the bow."
"Not too good, I fear." I said honestly.
"Well, let's see."
He gave me a bow and pointed to one of the targets. "Try to hit it."
I nodded.
I struck the target but not in the middle.
"Well, that was not too bad after all. And we have two years to improve it."
"I will do my best."
He smiled at me. "I'm sure you will."
Three days later I sat in the garden before the breakfast. Lord Elrond came to join me. "Good morning, Legolas."
"Good morning, my Lord."
"Must I remind you to call me Elrond every day?"
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. How are your lessons?"
I smiled at him. "Very good. Glorfindel is a good teacher."
He returned the smile. "I'm glad about that. You seem to come along very well with each other."
First I didn't know what to say.
Of course I liked Glorfindel very much, but there was more than mere friendship. I didn't understand it myself and
I was ashamed for it.
If it was love I was sure he would never return it. He was so much older and surely saw me only as a pupil.
Maybe as a friend, but nothing more.
And after all he was also a man.
I remembered that my father had told me once that he didn't like it when two men loved each other. He had been
saying that it was wrong all my life.
If I had told him about my feelings he would have been dissapointed.
Suddenly everything was so difficult!
"Legolas?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Elrond. Yes, we come along very well."
He raised an eyebrow. "May I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"I recognized the way you looked at him the last few days. Do you feel more for him?"
I was shocked!
How could he know?
"Legolas, there's nothing to be ashamed of. Many young Elves in your age fall in love."
I wanted so badly to talk with someone for these feelings were getting terribly confusing.
And I was sure that I could trust the Elven Lord.
"But he's a man." I finally whispered. "Father always told me that this is wrong."
Elrond sat down next to me and gently placed a hand on my shoulder. "Why should that be wrong, Legolas?"
"I don't know." I really didn't.
"Love can never be wrong."
I looked at him. "Do you really think that?"
"Of course. Legolas, you should never hide your feelings or even deny them."
"It doesn't matter anyway."
"Why?"
I shrugged. "He would never love me in return. How could he ever see more in me than a child?"
"Why should he see you as a child? I'm as old as he is and I think you are very mature. I really don't see you as
a child. And Glorfindel thinks so, too. He even told me so."
"Really?"
He smiled softly. "Really. He likes you very much and he behaves just as strange as you do."
"You think I should tell him?"
Elrond nodded. "Yes, I think so."
"And what if he doesn't feel the same? And even if he does - what about my father?"
The older Elf sighed. "I see it's really hard for you. But if you truly love him you will find a way. As for your fear that
he doesn't return your love. I know him very well and I think that I realize a change in his behavior. And he acts
very, very strange when you are near. And I don't think you would lose his friendship if he really doesn't return
your feelings. I even think that he would be impressed that you had the strenght to tell him."
"Maybe you are right. I will tell him tomorrow." I wanted to have some time to try to find the right words.
Lord Elrond nodded. "That's the only way to be sure."
To be continued
(If you want me to)
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They all belong to Tolkien.
Strange Feelings
~Legolas~
It was hard for me to see my father go but no one should see my tears.
So I went directly into the garden and sat down next to the lake. There I could be alone for a while.
Of course I wanted to be strong, wanted to improve my skills, but on the other hand I loved my father and my
home dearly. And since my mother had died there was a fear in my heart that I could lose him as well.
Yes, I knew that it was highly improbable for Elves are immortal when they are not killed or die because of a
broken heart. But I could do nothing against these fears.
I hadn't realized how long I had sat there until I heared Glorfindel's voice next to me. "Hey, young one."
I jumped slightly for I really hadn't heared him and then I apologized.
He smiled at me softly. "It's alright. How do you feel?"
I knew he was a great warrior of the First Age and I didn't want to be weak in his eyes.
And so I lied. "I'm fine."
He didn't believe me and tried to comfort me. First I felt ashamed, but then I began to trust him.
After a few minutes he stood up. "Are you hungry?"
And for the first time in this day I realized that I really was.
But even more important for me were his next words. "I'm always there for you, Legolas. Come to me if you
need to talk."
The next two days we spent much time together and became close friends. It didn't seem to matter to him that
I was so much younger. Other than many of the others he didn't treat me like a child.
In the morning of the third day when I was still in bed he suddenly entered my room. "Don't tell me you are still
asleep! Come on, eat your breakfast and then we will begin with the training."
I looked at him, still half-asleep. "What did you say?"
He laughed softly. "You have to get up now. After the breakfast we will begin with the training."
I nodded and got up.
I was really excited about the training for I wanted to impress Glorfindel.
But why?
Why should I want to impress Glorfindel?
And why didn't I first think about making my father proud?
I had no idea.
Of course my father was still very important to me, but the last few days I often thought of the golden-haired Elven
Lord.
After the breakfast Glorfindel and I entered the training place.
"First I want to see how good you are in sword fighting."
I nodded and took the training sword he gave me.
First I blocked his blade easily than his attacks grew harder. Still I could fight back.
We fought for nearly half an hour.
Then I felt the dull point of the training sword on my back.
He had won.
"That was very good, Legolas. Now let's see how good you can use the bow."
"Not too good, I fear." I said honestly.
"Well, let's see."
He gave me a bow and pointed to one of the targets. "Try to hit it."
I nodded.
I struck the target but not in the middle.
"Well, that was not too bad after all. And we have two years to improve it."
"I will do my best."
He smiled at me. "I'm sure you will."
Three days later I sat in the garden before the breakfast. Lord Elrond came to join me. "Good morning, Legolas."
"Good morning, my Lord."
"Must I remind you to call me Elrond every day?"
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. How are your lessons?"
I smiled at him. "Very good. Glorfindel is a good teacher."
He returned the smile. "I'm glad about that. You seem to come along very well with each other."
First I didn't know what to say.
Of course I liked Glorfindel very much, but there was more than mere friendship. I didn't understand it myself and
I was ashamed for it.
If it was love I was sure he would never return it. He was so much older and surely saw me only as a pupil.
Maybe as a friend, but nothing more.
And after all he was also a man.
I remembered that my father had told me once that he didn't like it when two men loved each other. He had been
saying that it was wrong all my life.
If I had told him about my feelings he would have been dissapointed.
Suddenly everything was so difficult!
"Legolas?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Elrond. Yes, we come along very well."
He raised an eyebrow. "May I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"I recognized the way you looked at him the last few days. Do you feel more for him?"
I was shocked!
How could he know?
"Legolas, there's nothing to be ashamed of. Many young Elves in your age fall in love."
I wanted so badly to talk with someone for these feelings were getting terribly confusing.
And I was sure that I could trust the Elven Lord.
"But he's a man." I finally whispered. "Father always told me that this is wrong."
Elrond sat down next to me and gently placed a hand on my shoulder. "Why should that be wrong, Legolas?"
"I don't know." I really didn't.
"Love can never be wrong."
I looked at him. "Do you really think that?"
"Of course. Legolas, you should never hide your feelings or even deny them."
"It doesn't matter anyway."
"Why?"
I shrugged. "He would never love me in return. How could he ever see more in me than a child?"
"Why should he see you as a child? I'm as old as he is and I think you are very mature. I really don't see you as
a child. And Glorfindel thinks so, too. He even told me so."
"Really?"
He smiled softly. "Really. He likes you very much and he behaves just as strange as you do."
"You think I should tell him?"
Elrond nodded. "Yes, I think so."
"And what if he doesn't feel the same? And even if he does - what about my father?"
The older Elf sighed. "I see it's really hard for you. But if you truly love him you will find a way. As for your fear that
he doesn't return your love. I know him very well and I think that I realize a change in his behavior. And he acts
very, very strange when you are near. And I don't think you would lose his friendship if he really doesn't return
your feelings. I even think that he would be impressed that you had the strenght to tell him."
"Maybe you are right. I will tell him tomorrow." I wanted to have some time to try to find the right words.
Lord Elrond nodded. "That's the only way to be sure."
To be continued
(If you want me to)