Elrond cautiously knocked on the door to Legolas' room, but no answer
came. The elven lord tried again, yet no answer. He swung open the door to
find the room empty; Elrond sighed, whether it was a sigh of disappointment
or one of relief, he couldn't tell.
* * *
Legolas walked through one of the many courtyards within Rivendell. He made his to one of the nearby trees, the elf grabbed a branch seven feet off the ground and swung onto it with grace only an elf could accomplish. He leaned his back against the tree trunk and straddled the branch he was on.
The prince of Mirkwood sighed as he tried once again to make sense of all that was happening. He watched as another elf entered the courtyard; it was Arwen. Legolas felt his heartbeat quicken and he considered climbing down the tree, but something held him back. He watched as Arwen sat down on a bench, oblivious to Legolas' presence. The elven prince noticed that something seemed to worry her. Tears began to fall from her ash grey eyes, and that was more than Legolas could stand.
Legolas jumped off the tree, all his own problems forgotten as he approached the Eveningstar. She looked up in surprise as the flaxen haired elf approached her. No words were necessary as he sat next to her and enfolded her in his arms. She wept onto his shoulder.
Legolas observed that it felt so. . .right, sitting with her in his arms. He watched her, wondering what was wrong, but he wasn't about to ask her, she'd tell him if she wanted to- plus, the silence was quite comforting.
Legolas looked up as he heard footsteps approaching, footsteps much heavier than those of an elf. He watched as Aragorn rounded the corner and he ran toward Arwen as soon as he noticed her tears.
She rose from Legolas' embrace and found her way into the arms of her husband. He kissed her lightly and held her close, mouthing 'thanks' to Legolas.
Legolas felt a sharp pain stab his body, and the world seemed to dim before his eyes. He felt as if an arrow pierced his heart- nay, he had been pierced by an arrow before, this was worse, much worse, this time the bow was held by the one he loved. He shakily stumbled aimlessly into the trees.
* * *
"What is it?" Aragorn asked as he held Arwen in his arms.
She shook her head, "Nothing. . . just recalling past events," she sniffled.
"What past events?" he queried.
She shook her head again, "Just something that happened, long before you arrived at Imladris."
"Ah," he nodded, "I forgot how old you are," he teased.
She laughed and elbowed him.
"Ow!" Aragorn feigned. He laughed; it was nice to see her smile again.
* * *
Elrond, wandered through the forest in search of Legolas, trying to block other thoughts from his mind. . . for now, he just needed to find Legolas. . . he'd deal with the past later. . .
* * *
Legolas walked through one of the many courtyards within Rivendell. He made his to one of the nearby trees, the elf grabbed a branch seven feet off the ground and swung onto it with grace only an elf could accomplish. He leaned his back against the tree trunk and straddled the branch he was on.
The prince of Mirkwood sighed as he tried once again to make sense of all that was happening. He watched as another elf entered the courtyard; it was Arwen. Legolas felt his heartbeat quicken and he considered climbing down the tree, but something held him back. He watched as Arwen sat down on a bench, oblivious to Legolas' presence. The elven prince noticed that something seemed to worry her. Tears began to fall from her ash grey eyes, and that was more than Legolas could stand.
Legolas jumped off the tree, all his own problems forgotten as he approached the Eveningstar. She looked up in surprise as the flaxen haired elf approached her. No words were necessary as he sat next to her and enfolded her in his arms. She wept onto his shoulder.
Legolas observed that it felt so. . .right, sitting with her in his arms. He watched her, wondering what was wrong, but he wasn't about to ask her, she'd tell him if she wanted to- plus, the silence was quite comforting.
Legolas looked up as he heard footsteps approaching, footsteps much heavier than those of an elf. He watched as Aragorn rounded the corner and he ran toward Arwen as soon as he noticed her tears.
She rose from Legolas' embrace and found her way into the arms of her husband. He kissed her lightly and held her close, mouthing 'thanks' to Legolas.
Legolas felt a sharp pain stab his body, and the world seemed to dim before his eyes. He felt as if an arrow pierced his heart- nay, he had been pierced by an arrow before, this was worse, much worse, this time the bow was held by the one he loved. He shakily stumbled aimlessly into the trees.
* * *
"What is it?" Aragorn asked as he held Arwen in his arms.
She shook her head, "Nothing. . . just recalling past events," she sniffled.
"What past events?" he queried.
She shook her head again, "Just something that happened, long before you arrived at Imladris."
"Ah," he nodded, "I forgot how old you are," he teased.
She laughed and elbowed him.
"Ow!" Aragorn feigned. He laughed; it was nice to see her smile again.
* * *
Elrond, wandered through the forest in search of Legolas, trying to block other thoughts from his mind. . . for now, he just needed to find Legolas. . . he'd deal with the past later. . .