Note: Yes, yes it's short, and it's been a really long time since I last
updated. Sorry. I don't really know where this story is going, you see?
Still taking votes as to slash or non-slash. So far it's about even.
These characters are not mine. Please enjoy my meager offering.
Legolas breakfasted alone, having received an apologetic letter from his friend, informing him that he wouldn't be joining him. After yesterday, Legolas wasn't surprised.
He ate in silence, then made his way to the gardens. Settling himself onto a marble bench, he remembered his past and his own friendship with Arwen.
He recalled visiting Rivendell and getting into trouble with his friend. They had been a terror. Stealing food from the kitchens, practicing archery without knowing how to properly hold a bow, climbing trees and dropping acorns on passerby's heads, vanishing in the middle of the night. Elrond was often at his wits end when Legolas would finally return home with his father.
When Aragorn had confessed his love for Arwen to Legolas, the Elf had been pleased. Even planning it himself he couldn't have come up with a better match, and when they had finally been married, the Elf had had to hold back tears of happiness and joy.
Where was that happiness now? Gone, whisked away like a leaf on a stream.
Legolas breakfasted alone, having received an apologetic letter from his friend, informing him that he wouldn't be joining him. After yesterday, Legolas wasn't surprised.
He ate in silence, then made his way to the gardens. Settling himself onto a marble bench, he remembered his past and his own friendship with Arwen.
He recalled visiting Rivendell and getting into trouble with his friend. They had been a terror. Stealing food from the kitchens, practicing archery without knowing how to properly hold a bow, climbing trees and dropping acorns on passerby's heads, vanishing in the middle of the night. Elrond was often at his wits end when Legolas would finally return home with his father.
When Aragorn had confessed his love for Arwen to Legolas, the Elf had been pleased. Even planning it himself he couldn't have come up with a better match, and when they had finally been married, the Elf had had to hold back tears of happiness and joy.
Where was that happiness now? Gone, whisked away like a leaf on a stream.
