Part 5
Thanks everyone for the reviews. It made my day to see that some people had actually reviewed. Midnight Daughter: thanks for that- it means a lot. Thanks for reading it Cat, yes- what will happen?? (Remember this is my first fic so it prob won't be spectacular- but you never know)! Egyptianecho: I'm afraid I already have the plot sorted out but you can stop reading if you want to preserve the story the way it is! :p but surely you want to see what happens! Bex- ta- ur story rox! Please review as always- :) Hope you like.
To wish upon a star
As Legolas and Fahrwen sat in the great hall of Lord Elrond's house, happily engaged in deep conversation, they were completely unaware that a pair of eyes had been boring into them since they had entered the room.
Aragorn sat hunched up in the opposite corner of the hall smoking a pipe, his heart heavier than usual. He had been watching the two of them for what seemed like hours. Worry weighed on his mind and he didn't know what to do about it. Even though he was obviously pleased for his two friends, deep down he almost regretted that they had met, now wasn't the right time.
Something suddenly entered his viewline and he turned to see Arwen walking gracefully towards him. She sat down softly next to him, hardly making a sound. She noted where his gaze had settled,
"They are very happy together." She observed.
"Hmmm, yes.." Came the mumble in reply.
Arwen could clearly detect the doubt in his voice and worry in his eyes. She turned to face him, a frown clouding her pretty face,
"Why is your heart troubled for them? I do not understand."
Aragorn looked almost pained for a moment and his eyes drifted to the floor.
"I fear their love has come at the wrong time."
"They still have time left together, you are not departing just yet."
"Yes, I know that, but what happens then?" Aragorn turned to face her, his eyes revealing much to Arwen, who knew him well. "What happens when the time comes when Legolas must leave? That day will come quicker than they know."
Arwen's eyes gave away the confusion she was trying to hide.
"Is that all you fear? For it seems to me that the weight you carry is greater than the thought of them parting should be."
"I fear. I fear for what will happen if Legolas doesn't return. I have never seen Fahrwen like this before, I have known her long years and. I think. no, it doesn't matter."
"Aragorn." Prompted Arwen.
Aragorn's gaze drifted toward the laughing and joking couple, basking in a world of their own.
"She has fallen in love with him. And he with her. I am sure of it."
Arwen wasn't sure, could that really have happened in such short a time? Aragorn knew Fahrwen better than anyone, but. she gave up this trail of thought as a dead end was in sight.
"They have not known each other long- are you certain?"
"No, no I'm not. But it most definitely seems that way. They have spent every waking moment in each others company and, well, look at them. See the way they look at each other, I have yet to see affection that strong."
Boths eyes were fixed on Fahrwen and Legolas, separated from everyone else. They seemed to only require the company of each other- Legolas was deep in conversation, his eyes sparkling as he laughed, blissfully unaware of the journey that lay ahead of him. Fahrwen was just as merry, her beauty seeming to intensify as a smile spread across her face and a laugh escaped her lips. Suddenly they stood up, and left the room quietly, without being noticed by anyone, except Aragorn and Arwen, whos' eyes had not left them.
"There is nothing we can do." Arwen's voice was barely a whisper. "If it is love, let it run its course."
Aragorn sighed deeply with dissatisfaction, but he had to accept that the matter was not in his hands. Although he couldn't stop his mind straying to the thoughts of Fahrwen's pain, if Legolas were not to return from their journey. Would it be enough to break her heart? She was an elf, he didn't want to imagine the grief that would befall himself if he lost Legolas and Fahrwen, his greatest friend.
*
I was going to leave it here, but I thought that I might as well give you a little more to chew on as these chapters are taking longer for me to write, because they are getting hard. So- a little bit more - do you want fries with that?
Legolas and Fahrwen slipped easily out of the great hall without being noticed, in fact, they hadn't really been seen at all. They had been trying to avoid getting into a deep conversation with any wandering elves, or worse, dwarves. All they wanted to do was talk to each other, and that they did. It was amazing that they still had subjects left to discuss- it had been four weeks since they had first met, and they had spent almost all of those weeks together. Singing, dancing, talking, just walking around Rivendell. Some nights they went back to the old oak tree beside the Ford. But everyday was happy for the pair, no matter what they were doing, as long as they were with each other.
Today they headed off towards the gardens of Lord Elrond's home. Both of them, as elves, enjoyed the surroundings of earth much more than being indoors. They are an amazing sight, the Rivendell gardens, no matter how many times you have seen them, they never fail to take your breath away. The crystal waterfalls crashing to a river of gems and bringing such a relaxing sound that if you listened to it for too long, you might fall asleep. The emerald trees, full of life, with not one brown leaf to be seen. The beautiful detail contained in all of the statues, not one could be found anywhere else in the whole of Middle Earth, the craftmanship made even the dwarves marvel. All of this made Rivendell an awe-inspiring place to be.
Dusk was on its way and the pale glow of the evening sun made everything seem almost surreal. Legolas and Fahrwen sat on a bench overlooking the waterfalls that were beginning to sparkle gold because of the sun.
"Wow." Fahrwen said so quiet, Legolas nearly didn't hear- she didn't wish to speak in a voice louder than a whisper, for fear the whole magical scene in front of her would crumble.
Legolas took in the sight of Rivendell, a mix of golds and oranges. "I never knew this place to be so beautiful, I'd heard stories of it of course. But none of them described it very well it seems."
"It's difficult to capture this in words. Even for the most skilled of story tellers."
Legolas looked over at Fahrwen, the sunlight bounced off her hair, and the glitters from the waterfall reflected in eyes, making them look like waterfalls themselves.
"You look amazing in this light." He said softly.
She turned to look at him,
"So do you."
She moved closer and snuggled into him, an overwhelming sense of security washed over her as Legolas put his arms around her. They sat like that, lost in each others arms, gazing at the crystal waters until dusk came and went. The first star of night exploded into being, and was wished upon; wished upon by both Fahrwen and Legolas. Neither of them knew that the other was wishing on that sparkle in the sky, and neither of them knew that they were both wishing for the same thing. *
Thanks everyone for the reviews. It made my day to see that some people had actually reviewed. Midnight Daughter: thanks for that- it means a lot. Thanks for reading it Cat, yes- what will happen?? (Remember this is my first fic so it prob won't be spectacular- but you never know)! Egyptianecho: I'm afraid I already have the plot sorted out but you can stop reading if you want to preserve the story the way it is! :p but surely you want to see what happens! Bex- ta- ur story rox! Please review as always- :) Hope you like.
To wish upon a star
As Legolas and Fahrwen sat in the great hall of Lord Elrond's house, happily engaged in deep conversation, they were completely unaware that a pair of eyes had been boring into them since they had entered the room.
Aragorn sat hunched up in the opposite corner of the hall smoking a pipe, his heart heavier than usual. He had been watching the two of them for what seemed like hours. Worry weighed on his mind and he didn't know what to do about it. Even though he was obviously pleased for his two friends, deep down he almost regretted that they had met, now wasn't the right time.
Something suddenly entered his viewline and he turned to see Arwen walking gracefully towards him. She sat down softly next to him, hardly making a sound. She noted where his gaze had settled,
"They are very happy together." She observed.
"Hmmm, yes.." Came the mumble in reply.
Arwen could clearly detect the doubt in his voice and worry in his eyes. She turned to face him, a frown clouding her pretty face,
"Why is your heart troubled for them? I do not understand."
Aragorn looked almost pained for a moment and his eyes drifted to the floor.
"I fear their love has come at the wrong time."
"They still have time left together, you are not departing just yet."
"Yes, I know that, but what happens then?" Aragorn turned to face her, his eyes revealing much to Arwen, who knew him well. "What happens when the time comes when Legolas must leave? That day will come quicker than they know."
Arwen's eyes gave away the confusion she was trying to hide.
"Is that all you fear? For it seems to me that the weight you carry is greater than the thought of them parting should be."
"I fear. I fear for what will happen if Legolas doesn't return. I have never seen Fahrwen like this before, I have known her long years and. I think. no, it doesn't matter."
"Aragorn." Prompted Arwen.
Aragorn's gaze drifted toward the laughing and joking couple, basking in a world of their own.
"She has fallen in love with him. And he with her. I am sure of it."
Arwen wasn't sure, could that really have happened in such short a time? Aragorn knew Fahrwen better than anyone, but. she gave up this trail of thought as a dead end was in sight.
"They have not known each other long- are you certain?"
"No, no I'm not. But it most definitely seems that way. They have spent every waking moment in each others company and, well, look at them. See the way they look at each other, I have yet to see affection that strong."
Boths eyes were fixed on Fahrwen and Legolas, separated from everyone else. They seemed to only require the company of each other- Legolas was deep in conversation, his eyes sparkling as he laughed, blissfully unaware of the journey that lay ahead of him. Fahrwen was just as merry, her beauty seeming to intensify as a smile spread across her face and a laugh escaped her lips. Suddenly they stood up, and left the room quietly, without being noticed by anyone, except Aragorn and Arwen, whos' eyes had not left them.
"There is nothing we can do." Arwen's voice was barely a whisper. "If it is love, let it run its course."
Aragorn sighed deeply with dissatisfaction, but he had to accept that the matter was not in his hands. Although he couldn't stop his mind straying to the thoughts of Fahrwen's pain, if Legolas were not to return from their journey. Would it be enough to break her heart? She was an elf, he didn't want to imagine the grief that would befall himself if he lost Legolas and Fahrwen, his greatest friend.
*
I was going to leave it here, but I thought that I might as well give you a little more to chew on as these chapters are taking longer for me to write, because they are getting hard. So- a little bit more - do you want fries with that?
Legolas and Fahrwen slipped easily out of the great hall without being noticed, in fact, they hadn't really been seen at all. They had been trying to avoid getting into a deep conversation with any wandering elves, or worse, dwarves. All they wanted to do was talk to each other, and that they did. It was amazing that they still had subjects left to discuss- it had been four weeks since they had first met, and they had spent almost all of those weeks together. Singing, dancing, talking, just walking around Rivendell. Some nights they went back to the old oak tree beside the Ford. But everyday was happy for the pair, no matter what they were doing, as long as they were with each other.
Today they headed off towards the gardens of Lord Elrond's home. Both of them, as elves, enjoyed the surroundings of earth much more than being indoors. They are an amazing sight, the Rivendell gardens, no matter how many times you have seen them, they never fail to take your breath away. The crystal waterfalls crashing to a river of gems and bringing such a relaxing sound that if you listened to it for too long, you might fall asleep. The emerald trees, full of life, with not one brown leaf to be seen. The beautiful detail contained in all of the statues, not one could be found anywhere else in the whole of Middle Earth, the craftmanship made even the dwarves marvel. All of this made Rivendell an awe-inspiring place to be.
Dusk was on its way and the pale glow of the evening sun made everything seem almost surreal. Legolas and Fahrwen sat on a bench overlooking the waterfalls that were beginning to sparkle gold because of the sun.
"Wow." Fahrwen said so quiet, Legolas nearly didn't hear- she didn't wish to speak in a voice louder than a whisper, for fear the whole magical scene in front of her would crumble.
Legolas took in the sight of Rivendell, a mix of golds and oranges. "I never knew this place to be so beautiful, I'd heard stories of it of course. But none of them described it very well it seems."
"It's difficult to capture this in words. Even for the most skilled of story tellers."
Legolas looked over at Fahrwen, the sunlight bounced off her hair, and the glitters from the waterfall reflected in eyes, making them look like waterfalls themselves.
"You look amazing in this light." He said softly.
She turned to look at him,
"So do you."
She moved closer and snuggled into him, an overwhelming sense of security washed over her as Legolas put his arms around her. They sat like that, lost in each others arms, gazing at the crystal waters until dusk came and went. The first star of night exploded into being, and was wished upon; wished upon by both Fahrwen and Legolas. Neither of them knew that the other was wishing on that sparkle in the sky, and neither of them knew that they were both wishing for the same thing. *
