All the lights in Rivendell were dimmed, save a lamp sitting on a
table in the library of Imladris. Legolas and Elrohir sat in opposite
armchairs, discussing anything that came to mind, the warm glow of the lamp
illuminating each fair elven face.
"Remember- remember when father was teaching us archery?" Elrohir asked with a laugh, "and you nearly shot Elladan?"
"That was over 2000 years ago!" Legolas cried, turning crimson, "Also, that summer, I was the champion in the Junior Tournament!"
Elrohir laughed; his friend's indignant air was terribly amusing to the dark-haired elf. The laughter died out and the prince of Imladris stared across at his friend, observing that though the tearstains were gone from his face, he was still ghastly pale and the dark rings never left his eyes.
* * *
The sun peeked over the horizon, illuminating all of Imladris. Voices on the other side of the door awoke both sleeping elves inside the library.
Legolas glanced over at his friend, still curled up in the armchair. Elrohir shrugged. As the two elves walked closer to the door, it became evident that the voices belonged to Aragorn and Arwen.
"I don't think you realize that a life's at stake here," Arwen cried.
"I do, don't think I don't, but I- I don't- I don't know what I'd do without you," Aragorn blurted, "He already had his chance!"
"I haven't even made a decision- I don't think I can make a decision," Arwen sighed.
Elrohir noticed Legolas' hand reach for the wooden chair next to him and lean onto it for support. Figuring it was time to end the conversation, Elrohir swung the library doors open.
The two behind the door stared at Elrohir in shock, and then looked at Legolas, whose eyes were focused on the ground beneath him.
The four stood in silence, none knowing what to say.
"Aragorn," Legolas began softly, "I have no intention of taking Arwen away from you, in fact, I'll leave Imladris today and free you all of this problem." The blond elf rushed forward to the door, but upon passing Arwen, his knees collapsed from under him. Legolas fell to the ground, slamming his head on the tiled floor.
"Remember- remember when father was teaching us archery?" Elrohir asked with a laugh, "and you nearly shot Elladan?"
"That was over 2000 years ago!" Legolas cried, turning crimson, "Also, that summer, I was the champion in the Junior Tournament!"
Elrohir laughed; his friend's indignant air was terribly amusing to the dark-haired elf. The laughter died out and the prince of Imladris stared across at his friend, observing that though the tearstains were gone from his face, he was still ghastly pale and the dark rings never left his eyes.
* * *
The sun peeked over the horizon, illuminating all of Imladris. Voices on the other side of the door awoke both sleeping elves inside the library.
Legolas glanced over at his friend, still curled up in the armchair. Elrohir shrugged. As the two elves walked closer to the door, it became evident that the voices belonged to Aragorn and Arwen.
"I don't think you realize that a life's at stake here," Arwen cried.
"I do, don't think I don't, but I- I don't- I don't know what I'd do without you," Aragorn blurted, "He already had his chance!"
"I haven't even made a decision- I don't think I can make a decision," Arwen sighed.
Elrohir noticed Legolas' hand reach for the wooden chair next to him and lean onto it for support. Figuring it was time to end the conversation, Elrohir swung the library doors open.
The two behind the door stared at Elrohir in shock, and then looked at Legolas, whose eyes were focused on the ground beneath him.
The four stood in silence, none knowing what to say.
"Aragorn," Legolas began softly, "I have no intention of taking Arwen away from you, in fact, I'll leave Imladris today and free you all of this problem." The blond elf rushed forward to the door, but upon passing Arwen, his knees collapsed from under him. Legolas fell to the ground, slamming his head on the tiled floor.