Legolas Lovers- Here is an End for you!
Alcarin smiled at him, her Prince. He was unsure still, and so was she. "Legolas, I have some bad news." She said gently, recollecting her mission. "Eros has passed on to the Halls of Mandos. I am sorry, he died defending Elrohir." Legolas' face was blank. "Oh," Is all he could muster, and in that second she saw his pain. Stolidly, he walked on, but the arm resting on hers felt tense and hard. "He lived for a little while, and he told me to tell you; "It is better to ask for the earth, than to take it. Live, love and most of all, Remember." A sole tear ran slowly down the Princes cheek, and he, unashamed, wiped it away.
Leading Alcarin towards Aragorn, through the throng that surrounded him, Legolas thought fondly upon Frodo and Sam. "The ringbearer, is there news?" He asked Alcarin. "They are well, and sleeping at the moment." She replied, casting a worried glance at him- to her his face remained closed away. "What troubles you, Legolas?" She begged.
"May I help?" He sighed, and in that sigh she saw his depleted energy, his fatigue. "Mellonamin, please?" He thought to tell her, but Aragorn lifted up his head and saw their approach.
#"Legolas, are you well?"# he asked; his friend looked tired and drawn, but it only lessened his beauty a little, and not to him that knew – beauty lay also within. #"And who is this young lady?"# He asked. Legolas replied also in elfish, "Aragorn, this is Alcarin, a maid who for some time, lived with me in Mirkwood. She brings news of my best friends death to me." He hated to say it so bluntly, but he had to accept it: Eros was no more.
He might be reborn, but the Eros he had known, in that body, was gone. Aragorn gently told them of his sorrow at the news.
" I hope to return with Legolas to his realm and restore him to his father some time in the future." Said Alcarin, softly. "But first, milord, I must give these to you. This, from Lord Elrond," She gave him a roll of parchment.
And these from Lady Arwen." She kissed his cheek gently and gave him another roll of parchment. Legolas could have sworn the man was blushing. The King –to- be said solemnly and seriously, "Gifts fair indeed! Do you have word for any others? If you do, I may summon them now, and ease your task." She shook her head. "All gifts but one have been delivered, and that last one I reserve for better times. 'Tis mine to keep or give as I choose." Aragorn was reminded of Arwen's words to him on the bridge. She talked of Immortality and her Love. Did this maid also? And who would she?...Ahhh. He saw her cast a demure, but tender glance at the elf beside her. Stupid question.
Later the two elves stood overlooking the city. They were both guests at a feast, but neither had wished to attend; preferring to spend time catching up with each other. "And you." He asked. "What have you done in my absence?"
She ran a delicate hand along the wall "I have done nothing so diverse. I learnt Sindarin better, a little Quenya. I am a reasonable rider now, and I..." Her voice faltered a little "I had time to think."
He loved to watch her, silhouetted against the darkness by the glow all elves have. He stepped closer to her, mindful of her nearness to the edge. "And of what, may I ask, did you think?" She turned towards him. "I thought that it is infinitely better to have loved and lost, than to never love at all. I thought I had lost you both, and I came to tell you my choice, if you still cared. I told Eros, and he made his peace with it on his deathbed. See what I cause! If I had never come, he might...you might...we might..." She shuddered and a tear leaked from her half closed eyelid. "He might have lived. You might care. We might be." She said, and Legolas felt a rush of tenderness towards her. "His time had come, Melomin. I do care- if only you understood!" He told her of his fear, of Galadriel's words in his head 'She will be yours. Given time and love. Do not be angry with her for the time she takes to decide.' And he understood. "Lirimaer, I love you. Do you choose me?" She half lifted her head to look under her fringe at him. "Legolas, melomin, I chose you nigh a year ago. I worried so about you, and the Fellowship. I love you and that will never change- you are the elf for me. Can you forgive me the pain I caused you?"
Legolas gently lifted her head so their eyes met. "I have loved you, and there is nothing more that love is made of than forgiveness. A person you truly love will always be forgiven, before they ask it. I also must ask forgiveness. I left you without a word of love, or hope. I wanted to punish you for how deeply you made me love you. But seeing Aragorn and Arwen together, and Lady Galadriel and Celeborn, I realised that love is not argument free, it means deepest trust and friendship, and there are obstacles in the road that may not be avoided." He finished by gazing meaningfully into her eyes. "I love you Alcarin. Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" He asked lovingly, resting his hand along the line of her cheek. "Yes" She whispered back at him. " For all eternity."
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"Estriel! Eros! Emeriel?!" The three royal children were playing outside on the lawn. Alcarin watched, cradling Jaena, the baby in her arms. She watched the nurse chasing the three terrors of the kingdom around the garden. Legolas was in his study, watching them all. Estriel was the girly girl, Eros was the protective older brother that led them into 90 percent of the scrapes they got into and Emeriel was the tomboy that secretly loved for her sister to do her hair and make her beautiful. She wondered what Jaena would turn out like. Probably as beautiful as the other girls were. And a small crowd of young women already followed Eros. She stifled a chuckle. He hated them! Legolas came out of the study and wrapped an arm around his queen. His family was perfect. Well, to him anyway.
Apart from the arguments at breakfast.
And the scrapes the elfings got into.
And when his cloak was used as a tent.
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The End! (I never thought that I'd be able to asy that!)
Oh, I can't. I haven't written the Eros ending yet! Damnit!!!!
I love all you reviewees you rock! Keep going with any fics you are writing and remember.... "'Tis better to have loved and lost, than to have never to have loved at all!"
Alcarin smiled at him, her Prince. He was unsure still, and so was she. "Legolas, I have some bad news." She said gently, recollecting her mission. "Eros has passed on to the Halls of Mandos. I am sorry, he died defending Elrohir." Legolas' face was blank. "Oh," Is all he could muster, and in that second she saw his pain. Stolidly, he walked on, but the arm resting on hers felt tense and hard. "He lived for a little while, and he told me to tell you; "It is better to ask for the earth, than to take it. Live, love and most of all, Remember." A sole tear ran slowly down the Princes cheek, and he, unashamed, wiped it away.
Leading Alcarin towards Aragorn, through the throng that surrounded him, Legolas thought fondly upon Frodo and Sam. "The ringbearer, is there news?" He asked Alcarin. "They are well, and sleeping at the moment." She replied, casting a worried glance at him- to her his face remained closed away. "What troubles you, Legolas?" She begged.
"May I help?" He sighed, and in that sigh she saw his depleted energy, his fatigue. "Mellonamin, please?" He thought to tell her, but Aragorn lifted up his head and saw their approach.
#"Legolas, are you well?"# he asked; his friend looked tired and drawn, but it only lessened his beauty a little, and not to him that knew – beauty lay also within. #"And who is this young lady?"# He asked. Legolas replied also in elfish, "Aragorn, this is Alcarin, a maid who for some time, lived with me in Mirkwood. She brings news of my best friends death to me." He hated to say it so bluntly, but he had to accept it: Eros was no more.
He might be reborn, but the Eros he had known, in that body, was gone. Aragorn gently told them of his sorrow at the news.
" I hope to return with Legolas to his realm and restore him to his father some time in the future." Said Alcarin, softly. "But first, milord, I must give these to you. This, from Lord Elrond," She gave him a roll of parchment.
And these from Lady Arwen." She kissed his cheek gently and gave him another roll of parchment. Legolas could have sworn the man was blushing. The King –to- be said solemnly and seriously, "Gifts fair indeed! Do you have word for any others? If you do, I may summon them now, and ease your task." She shook her head. "All gifts but one have been delivered, and that last one I reserve for better times. 'Tis mine to keep or give as I choose." Aragorn was reminded of Arwen's words to him on the bridge. She talked of Immortality and her Love. Did this maid also? And who would she?...Ahhh. He saw her cast a demure, but tender glance at the elf beside her. Stupid question.
Later the two elves stood overlooking the city. They were both guests at a feast, but neither had wished to attend; preferring to spend time catching up with each other. "And you." He asked. "What have you done in my absence?"
She ran a delicate hand along the wall "I have done nothing so diverse. I learnt Sindarin better, a little Quenya. I am a reasonable rider now, and I..." Her voice faltered a little "I had time to think."
He loved to watch her, silhouetted against the darkness by the glow all elves have. He stepped closer to her, mindful of her nearness to the edge. "And of what, may I ask, did you think?" She turned towards him. "I thought that it is infinitely better to have loved and lost, than to never love at all. I thought I had lost you both, and I came to tell you my choice, if you still cared. I told Eros, and he made his peace with it on his deathbed. See what I cause! If I had never come, he might...you might...we might..." She shuddered and a tear leaked from her half closed eyelid. "He might have lived. You might care. We might be." She said, and Legolas felt a rush of tenderness towards her. "His time had come, Melomin. I do care- if only you understood!" He told her of his fear, of Galadriel's words in his head 'She will be yours. Given time and love. Do not be angry with her for the time she takes to decide.' And he understood. "Lirimaer, I love you. Do you choose me?" She half lifted her head to look under her fringe at him. "Legolas, melomin, I chose you nigh a year ago. I worried so about you, and the Fellowship. I love you and that will never change- you are the elf for me. Can you forgive me the pain I caused you?"
Legolas gently lifted her head so their eyes met. "I have loved you, and there is nothing more that love is made of than forgiveness. A person you truly love will always be forgiven, before they ask it. I also must ask forgiveness. I left you without a word of love, or hope. I wanted to punish you for how deeply you made me love you. But seeing Aragorn and Arwen together, and Lady Galadriel and Celeborn, I realised that love is not argument free, it means deepest trust and friendship, and there are obstacles in the road that may not be avoided." He finished by gazing meaningfully into her eyes. "I love you Alcarin. Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" He asked lovingly, resting his hand along the line of her cheek. "Yes" She whispered back at him. " For all eternity."
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"Estriel! Eros! Emeriel?!" The three royal children were playing outside on the lawn. Alcarin watched, cradling Jaena, the baby in her arms. She watched the nurse chasing the three terrors of the kingdom around the garden. Legolas was in his study, watching them all. Estriel was the girly girl, Eros was the protective older brother that led them into 90 percent of the scrapes they got into and Emeriel was the tomboy that secretly loved for her sister to do her hair and make her beautiful. She wondered what Jaena would turn out like. Probably as beautiful as the other girls were. And a small crowd of young women already followed Eros. She stifled a chuckle. He hated them! Legolas came out of the study and wrapped an arm around his queen. His family was perfect. Well, to him anyway.
Apart from the arguments at breakfast.
And the scrapes the elfings got into.
And when his cloak was used as a tent.
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The End! (I never thought that I'd be able to asy that!)
Oh, I can't. I haven't written the Eros ending yet! Damnit!!!!
I love all you reviewees you rock! Keep going with any fics you are writing and remember.... "'Tis better to have loved and lost, than to have never to have loved at all!"