Arwen departed, walking down the hall, slowly a first but then
quickening her pace to the point of which she was running to Legolas'
quarters. Her heart beat faster as she approached the room, feeling as if
her heart would explode, refusing to let her mind wander back to Aragorn
sitting alone their room.
She turned through the doorway watching Legolas struggle out of her brother's grip, running to the edge of the balcony.
"No, Legolas!" Elrohir cried.
"Legolas!" Arwen echoed.
The prince's blond head snapped around, in the process of which he lost his balance. The three elves watched frozen in fear as Legolas tripped backwards, eyes widened in horror. Arms flailing madly, he tried desperately to regain his balance, but finally stumbling backwards, the prince found his way to the very edge of the balcony, flipping over the low railing.
Arwen stared, eyes widened in terror, wanting to cry out, but unable to. Her entire body failed her, unable to move, unable to breathe.
Elladan and Elrohir also stood still, both feeling their hearts pound loudly. Panic seizing their beings.
* * *
Legolas wasn't even sure what was happening. He felt himself flying through the air, wind whistling through his ears and flying past his body. He stopped struggling, and he slowly. . . relaxed. The falling motion almost. . . soothing. . .
Images of his childhood flashed through his mind. Legolas saw himself, bolting through the forests of Mirkwood. . . Chasing his brothers through the woods. . . He saw himself, Elladan, and Elrohir standing before Elrond, learning the proper way to wield a bow. . . He watched as a green-feathered arrow, shaft inscribed in elvish runes, plunged into a target. He heard cheers explode. . .
Countless memories traveled through his head. Legolas saw his arrival at Rivendell. . . the first time he met Arwen. . . He saw his hand poised over a letter, quill in his hand, signing his name. . . He saw himself leaving Arwen. . . mounting his horse and heading off to unknown doom. . . He saw the dark, cold nights. . . The fear in his heart. . . He saw the worry on Arwen's face when she first learned what ailed him. . . He saw he and Arwen. . . lying on a field. . . counting the stars sitting high in the heavens. . .
She turned through the doorway watching Legolas struggle out of her brother's grip, running to the edge of the balcony.
"No, Legolas!" Elrohir cried.
"Legolas!" Arwen echoed.
The prince's blond head snapped around, in the process of which he lost his balance. The three elves watched frozen in fear as Legolas tripped backwards, eyes widened in horror. Arms flailing madly, he tried desperately to regain his balance, but finally stumbling backwards, the prince found his way to the very edge of the balcony, flipping over the low railing.
Arwen stared, eyes widened in terror, wanting to cry out, but unable to. Her entire body failed her, unable to move, unable to breathe.
Elladan and Elrohir also stood still, both feeling their hearts pound loudly. Panic seizing their beings.
* * *
Legolas wasn't even sure what was happening. He felt himself flying through the air, wind whistling through his ears and flying past his body. He stopped struggling, and he slowly. . . relaxed. The falling motion almost. . . soothing. . .
Images of his childhood flashed through his mind. Legolas saw himself, bolting through the forests of Mirkwood. . . Chasing his brothers through the woods. . . He saw himself, Elladan, and Elrohir standing before Elrond, learning the proper way to wield a bow. . . He watched as a green-feathered arrow, shaft inscribed in elvish runes, plunged into a target. He heard cheers explode. . .
Countless memories traveled through his head. Legolas saw his arrival at Rivendell. . . the first time he met Arwen. . . He saw his hand poised over a letter, quill in his hand, signing his name. . . He saw himself leaving Arwen. . . mounting his horse and heading off to unknown doom. . . He saw the dark, cold nights. . . The fear in his heart. . . He saw the worry on Arwen's face when she first learned what ailed him. . . He saw he and Arwen. . . lying on a field. . . counting the stars sitting high in the heavens. . .