1 Chapter 17 –Before the End
Sorry about the short chapter, but it was that or no chapter, so I figure, less is more! Love you all and pleeeeeeeeeese review, since I am seriously running low on encouragement! And we are almost at the end- almost, but not quite! I have decided that all will be satisfied with the Eros/ Legolas thing...but how? You will see!
(Occasional Legolas POV)
Legolas stood at the front. He was next to Aragorn, his trusted companion since the time of, seeming so far away now, Elrond's council, to the present moment. They were marching back to Gondor, and thankfully, they were almost there. He could feel the weariness in every part of him, and he felt more for the men, who he understood, felt every pain more keenly. A man stumbled near them, and Legolas was there in a flash, supporting and helping him. The man grinned gratefully at him.
"My thanks, Master Elf" Legolas nodded wearily, he ached almost all over. "Aragorn- look! Gondor!" Legolas' sharp eyes had spotted the White Tower, before any other. New heart came into the men, and the pace increased until the men themselves could see the shining tower. Commanders kept their battalions closely ranked, aware that if one broke rank and began to run, the entire army would charge for home.
Legolas' sharp eyes scanned the crowd, picking out familiar, unfamiliar and strange, scarred faces. Gimli, behind him was talking quietly to the man next to him. They were in Aragorn's company; the Rangers, and most happy not to be torn away from each other, although the separation would have to occur at some point. His sharp eyes saw a face in the crowd- another elf? And a maiden too, if he was not wrong. The first to be allowed to leave, he moved towards the figure, to ask of what she was doing in Gondor. As he pushed through the crowd, he saw her, Alcarin, smiling the radiant smile he still loved so much at him. They met, amongst a sea of humans. "Legolas- you are not hurt?" She asked, searching his eyes for signs of pain. "No, A'maelamin. Are you?" "I am well, here with Lord Elrond's healers. Is the fellowship well? Where is Gimli; for I have long desired to meet your good friend." Legolas was surprised at her knowledge- no one should have known that much about the quest. "Gimli is here, somewhere. But you...I have wanted to see you for a long time, Alcarin." She smiled at him. "Come, show me your friends, Legolas, Though I fear our King Elessar will be busy indeed, he will want the messages I bear from Lady Undomiel, and Lord Elrond." Legolas nodded, and took her arm to lead her to his King.
Sorry about the short chapter, but it was that or no chapter, so I figure, less is more! Love you all and pleeeeeeeeeese review, since I am seriously running low on encouragement! And we are almost at the end- almost, but not quite! I have decided that all will be satisfied with the Eros/ Legolas thing...but how? You will see!
(Occasional Legolas POV)
Legolas stood at the front. He was next to Aragorn, his trusted companion since the time of, seeming so far away now, Elrond's council, to the present moment. They were marching back to Gondor, and thankfully, they were almost there. He could feel the weariness in every part of him, and he felt more for the men, who he understood, felt every pain more keenly. A man stumbled near them, and Legolas was there in a flash, supporting and helping him. The man grinned gratefully at him.
"My thanks, Master Elf" Legolas nodded wearily, he ached almost all over. "Aragorn- look! Gondor!" Legolas' sharp eyes had spotted the White Tower, before any other. New heart came into the men, and the pace increased until the men themselves could see the shining tower. Commanders kept their battalions closely ranked, aware that if one broke rank and began to run, the entire army would charge for home.
Legolas' sharp eyes scanned the crowd, picking out familiar, unfamiliar and strange, scarred faces. Gimli, behind him was talking quietly to the man next to him. They were in Aragorn's company; the Rangers, and most happy not to be torn away from each other, although the separation would have to occur at some point. His sharp eyes saw a face in the crowd- another elf? And a maiden too, if he was not wrong. The first to be allowed to leave, he moved towards the figure, to ask of what she was doing in Gondor. As he pushed through the crowd, he saw her, Alcarin, smiling the radiant smile he still loved so much at him. They met, amongst a sea of humans. "Legolas- you are not hurt?" She asked, searching his eyes for signs of pain. "No, A'maelamin. Are you?" "I am well, here with Lord Elrond's healers. Is the fellowship well? Where is Gimli; for I have long desired to meet your good friend." Legolas was surprised at her knowledge- no one should have known that much about the quest. "Gimli is here, somewhere. But you...I have wanted to see you for a long time, Alcarin." She smiled at him. "Come, show me your friends, Legolas, Though I fear our King Elessar will be busy indeed, he will want the messages I bear from Lady Undomiel, and Lord Elrond." Legolas nodded, and took her arm to lead her to his King.