Legolas continued his descent; it seemed like a never-ending fall.
Through half-lidded eyes, the elven prince saw an approaching blur
accompanied by the sound of hooves striking the ground. The ground! Legolas
braced himself for impact. . .
* * *
Elrohir looked at Elladan, then at his sister, all three elves motionless. Elrohir slowly stepped closer the railing, inhaling sharply, he forced himself to look over the edge to the ground below. The prince of Imladris saw a small figure below, unable to make out much detail.
He turned back around to find Elladan and Arwen looking at him worriedly.
Elrohir winced and ran out of the room, heading towards the stairs. Elladan followed not soon after. Arwen slowly walked out of the room, feet dragging, in a daze. She wanted to cry, but no tears came, she felt like screaming, but her voice failed her. The Eveningstar just trudged her way down the stairs, doing all she could to avoid any thinking at all.
Elrohir bolted down the stairs, having no idea of what he would do once he reached the bottom. He felt his heart sink as he thought of the lone figure he saw lying on the ground. . . Then of the look on Arwen's face. . . This just couldn't be happening. . .
Elrohir slowed as he neared the area below the balcony, afraid to advance any further. It wasn't long before Elladan then Arwen approached the dark-haired prince, none of them daring to take a step further.
The three solemnly stared at the lone figure lying on the ground. With a sudden motion, the figure sat up and looked around him.
"Legolas!" Arwen cried and dashed over to him, closely tailed by the twin stars.
They looked in awe at the blond prince; not a single sign of injury showed upon him. He stood up, looking around, confused. He remembered falling. . . then the sound of hoofbeats. . .
"Are you okay?" Elrohir asked, breaking through his thoughts.
Legolas looked at him for a while, "Yes, yes, I'm fine."
Arwen grinned and wrapped her arms around Legolas' neck pulling him down to meet her kiss.
* * *
Aragorn watched sadly from his place, kneeling behind the bushes. He smiled as he saw the joy that spread across Arwen's face. The King of men backed up and rose, brushing dirt off his pants and tunic, in the process of which, removing several strands of blond elven hair.
Aragorn turned around and pat his horse, "Come on, let's go home," he muttered.
Aragorn felt the steady rhythm of the horse's gallop, relishing the thought of returning to Gondor and putting this all behind him.
As the king rode away, he sang softly to himself,
"Drowning in a river
Of my own tears
Nothing left
But my own fears
I cry to the heavens
To bring an end
To a broken heart
That'll never mend."
Author's note: . . . And so it ends. What do you think? I've been considering writing a prequel to explain the Legolas/Arwen relationship- in fact that's why I've left it very vague in this story. I've also thought about writing a sequel to the story as well, making it a trilogy- type thing. . . Tell me what you think.
Thank you to all my reviewers!
* * *
Elrohir looked at Elladan, then at his sister, all three elves motionless. Elrohir slowly stepped closer the railing, inhaling sharply, he forced himself to look over the edge to the ground below. The prince of Imladris saw a small figure below, unable to make out much detail.
He turned back around to find Elladan and Arwen looking at him worriedly.
Elrohir winced and ran out of the room, heading towards the stairs. Elladan followed not soon after. Arwen slowly walked out of the room, feet dragging, in a daze. She wanted to cry, but no tears came, she felt like screaming, but her voice failed her. The Eveningstar just trudged her way down the stairs, doing all she could to avoid any thinking at all.
Elrohir bolted down the stairs, having no idea of what he would do once he reached the bottom. He felt his heart sink as he thought of the lone figure he saw lying on the ground. . . Then of the look on Arwen's face. . . This just couldn't be happening. . .
Elrohir slowed as he neared the area below the balcony, afraid to advance any further. It wasn't long before Elladan then Arwen approached the dark-haired prince, none of them daring to take a step further.
The three solemnly stared at the lone figure lying on the ground. With a sudden motion, the figure sat up and looked around him.
"Legolas!" Arwen cried and dashed over to him, closely tailed by the twin stars.
They looked in awe at the blond prince; not a single sign of injury showed upon him. He stood up, looking around, confused. He remembered falling. . . then the sound of hoofbeats. . .
"Are you okay?" Elrohir asked, breaking through his thoughts.
Legolas looked at him for a while, "Yes, yes, I'm fine."
Arwen grinned and wrapped her arms around Legolas' neck pulling him down to meet her kiss.
* * *
Aragorn watched sadly from his place, kneeling behind the bushes. He smiled as he saw the joy that spread across Arwen's face. The King of men backed up and rose, brushing dirt off his pants and tunic, in the process of which, removing several strands of blond elven hair.
Aragorn turned around and pat his horse, "Come on, let's go home," he muttered.
Aragorn felt the steady rhythm of the horse's gallop, relishing the thought of returning to Gondor and putting this all behind him.
As the king rode away, he sang softly to himself,
"Drowning in a river
Of my own tears
Nothing left
But my own fears
I cry to the heavens
To bring an end
To a broken heart
That'll never mend."
Author's note: . . . And so it ends. What do you think? I've been considering writing a prequel to explain the Legolas/Arwen relationship- in fact that's why I've left it very vague in this story. I've also thought about writing a sequel to the story as well, making it a trilogy- type thing. . . Tell me what you think.
Thank you to all my reviewers!