*****flashback*****
Legolas and Arwen lay on an open meadow, her head on his shoulder.
"Oh, and there's Gliner," Legolas pointed to a bright star above him.
"And Elengul," Arwen pointed to the left of the star.
"Amazing are they not?" Legolas asked in awe.
"Which one's you're favorite?" Arwen asked.
The elven prince propped himself up on his elbows and gazed down at the Arwen, "My favorite star?"
"Mmm hmm," she nodded.
"Eveningstar," he mumbled, bending down to press his lips to hers.
*****end flashback*****
Arwen stared worriedly at Legolas' motionless form, "Is he going to be alright?"
"I don't know," Elrond sighed, wrapping a bandage around the elf's head, attempting to stop the heavy flow of blood emitting from the large gash.
* * *
Arwen and Elrohir remained in Legolas' quarters, both staring at the blond elf.
"I don't know what to do," Arwen muttered, breaking the silence.
Elrohir turned to look at his sister, "I don't know what to say. . . just listen to your heart. . ."
"My heart is more indecisive than my mind," Arwen groaned and buried her face in her hands. "It was so long ago. . ."
*****Arwen stood in the entrance hall of Rivendell, greeting each elf that entered through the great doors.
"Enjoying yourself?" she heard a chuckle behind her. The Eveningstar turned to see Elrohir standing behind her.
She rolled her eyes, "Oh yes, greeting elven royalty, just what I wanted to do with my day."
"Lord, the royal family of Greenwood the Great has arrived," an elf announced to Elrond who was also standing in the doorway.
"Good," The lord of Imladris nodded.
A tall blond elf entered through the doorway followed by a female elf, her silver hair shining brightly in the sunlight.
"Thranduil!" Elrond clapped the male on the back, "Nae sainan luumel it has been too long."
"Indeed," Thranduil nodded, "and what better gathering than the Lunar Festival?"
Elrond waved to his children standing back in the shadows, "You've already met Elrohir and Elladan," he gestured to the twin stars of Imladris, "and this is Arwen."
The Eveningstar gave a small smile.
"Arwen, a fitting name for such a beautiful elf," Thranduil smiled, "Oh yes, my son came as well! Legolas!"
"Coming, father," came a reluctant call. Arwen stared in awe as a handsome blond elf turned through the doorway. He trudged his way to his father's side.
"Legolas, say hello to Lord Elrond," Thranduil commanded.
"Quel re, heru Good day, sir," Legolas obeyed.
Elrond nodded, "Quel re Legolas, you remember my sons, Elrohir and Elladan. And this is my daughter, Arwen."
Legolas' eyes met Arwen's, "Elen sila lumenn ometilmo a star shines upon the hour of our meeting," he bowed slightly.
Arwen blushed.
"Well," Elrond began, "now that everyone has arrived, let us go out to the courtyard."
Legolas flashed Arwen a devastating smile and turned to follow his father out of the room.
Elrohir nudged Arwen, "Taken by the prince of Greenwood?" he teased.
Arwen glared at her brother before rushing to catch up to Legolas.*****
Legolas and Arwen lay on an open meadow, her head on his shoulder.
"Oh, and there's Gliner," Legolas pointed to a bright star above him.
"And Elengul," Arwen pointed to the left of the star.
"Amazing are they not?" Legolas asked in awe.
"Which one's you're favorite?" Arwen asked.
The elven prince propped himself up on his elbows and gazed down at the Arwen, "My favorite star?"
"Mmm hmm," she nodded.
"Eveningstar," he mumbled, bending down to press his lips to hers.
*****end flashback*****
Arwen stared worriedly at Legolas' motionless form, "Is he going to be alright?"
"I don't know," Elrond sighed, wrapping a bandage around the elf's head, attempting to stop the heavy flow of blood emitting from the large gash.
* * *
Arwen and Elrohir remained in Legolas' quarters, both staring at the blond elf.
"I don't know what to do," Arwen muttered, breaking the silence.
Elrohir turned to look at his sister, "I don't know what to say. . . just listen to your heart. . ."
"My heart is more indecisive than my mind," Arwen groaned and buried her face in her hands. "It was so long ago. . ."
*****Arwen stood in the entrance hall of Rivendell, greeting each elf that entered through the great doors.
"Enjoying yourself?" she heard a chuckle behind her. The Eveningstar turned to see Elrohir standing behind her.
She rolled her eyes, "Oh yes, greeting elven royalty, just what I wanted to do with my day."
"Lord, the royal family of Greenwood the Great has arrived," an elf announced to Elrond who was also standing in the doorway.
"Good," The lord of Imladris nodded.
A tall blond elf entered through the doorway followed by a female elf, her silver hair shining brightly in the sunlight.
"Thranduil!" Elrond clapped the male on the back, "Nae sainan luumel it has been too long."
"Indeed," Thranduil nodded, "and what better gathering than the Lunar Festival?"
Elrond waved to his children standing back in the shadows, "You've already met Elrohir and Elladan," he gestured to the twin stars of Imladris, "and this is Arwen."
The Eveningstar gave a small smile.
"Arwen, a fitting name for such a beautiful elf," Thranduil smiled, "Oh yes, my son came as well! Legolas!"
"Coming, father," came a reluctant call. Arwen stared in awe as a handsome blond elf turned through the doorway. He trudged his way to his father's side.
"Legolas, say hello to Lord Elrond," Thranduil commanded.
"Quel re, heru Good day, sir," Legolas obeyed.
Elrond nodded, "Quel re Legolas, you remember my sons, Elrohir and Elladan. And this is my daughter, Arwen."
Legolas' eyes met Arwen's, "Elen sila lumenn ometilmo a star shines upon the hour of our meeting," he bowed slightly.
Arwen blushed.
"Well," Elrond began, "now that everyone has arrived, let us go out to the courtyard."
Legolas flashed Arwen a devastating smile and turned to follow his father out of the room.
Elrohir nudged Arwen, "Taken by the prince of Greenwood?" he teased.
Arwen glared at her brother before rushing to catch up to Legolas.*****