"Three days," Arwen sighed, looking at Elrohir as the two walked
through the courtyard, "Three days, and he still hasn't woken. . . This is
all my fault. . ."
"Your fault?!" Elrohir cried, "No, Arwen, you mustn't blame yourself for something you had no control over!"
"Then why do I feel so guilty?" Arwen groaned.
"Arwen!" The two elves looked behind them to see Aragorn approaching, "Arwen, I need to speak with you. . ."
Elrohir looked from Aragorn to Arwen and nodded before leaving the scene.
"What is it?" Arwen asked.
"I must apologize," the man answered.
"For what?" she asked, bewildered.
"For being so stupid," Aragorn sighed, "I reacted horribly to the whole situation, all I did was make everything worse."
"And I don't blame you, anyone else would have responded that way," Arwen answered.
"Yes, but that still doesn't make it right," Aragorn shook his head, "I was stubborn and stupid, and I'm sorry."
"You were already forgiven," Arwen smiled.
* * *
Legolas awoke in his quarters. The blond prince sat up and tried to discern where he was. His mind was filled with a jumble of the week's past events. Legolas placed his hand on his head, lightly touching the bandage that was wrapped around it.
The prince of Mirkwood frowned when he saw that strands of his blond hair had been dyed pink from blood.
Legolas' head snapped up as the door swung open and Elrohir stepped through the doorway.
"You're awake!" Elrohir cried.
"Yes," Legolas nodded, "although I wish I was unconscious again."
Elrohir frowned, "I know all of this has been incredibly difficult."
Legolas sighed, "I never meant for all of this to happen. . ."
"Of course you didn't," Elrohir took a seat in a chair next to the bed.
"This is all one big mess," Legolas groaned, "I- I've ruined the lives of one of my closest friends and the one I love. . ."
Elrohir furrowed his brow, "Legolas, this was nothing you could control. Your only crime was falling in love. . . And no one could ever be reprimanded for something so precious. . ."
"Your fault?!" Elrohir cried, "No, Arwen, you mustn't blame yourself for something you had no control over!"
"Then why do I feel so guilty?" Arwen groaned.
"Arwen!" The two elves looked behind them to see Aragorn approaching, "Arwen, I need to speak with you. . ."
Elrohir looked from Aragorn to Arwen and nodded before leaving the scene.
"What is it?" Arwen asked.
"I must apologize," the man answered.
"For what?" she asked, bewildered.
"For being so stupid," Aragorn sighed, "I reacted horribly to the whole situation, all I did was make everything worse."
"And I don't blame you, anyone else would have responded that way," Arwen answered.
"Yes, but that still doesn't make it right," Aragorn shook his head, "I was stubborn and stupid, and I'm sorry."
"You were already forgiven," Arwen smiled.
* * *
Legolas awoke in his quarters. The blond prince sat up and tried to discern where he was. His mind was filled with a jumble of the week's past events. Legolas placed his hand on his head, lightly touching the bandage that was wrapped around it.
The prince of Mirkwood frowned when he saw that strands of his blond hair had been dyed pink from blood.
Legolas' head snapped up as the door swung open and Elrohir stepped through the doorway.
"You're awake!" Elrohir cried.
"Yes," Legolas nodded, "although I wish I was unconscious again."
Elrohir frowned, "I know all of this has been incredibly difficult."
Legolas sighed, "I never meant for all of this to happen. . ."
"Of course you didn't," Elrohir took a seat in a chair next to the bed.
"This is all one big mess," Legolas groaned, "I- I've ruined the lives of one of my closest friends and the one I love. . ."
Elrohir furrowed his brow, "Legolas, this was nothing you could control. Your only crime was falling in love. . . And no one could ever be reprimanded for something so precious. . ."