A/N: Thanks to those who have reviewed.I apologize that it has been late,
but I have been quite busy for these last few weeks.but I promise, more ot
come!
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Legolas sat on in sadness as he watched Lothlórien slip away. The few nights he had spent there had been incredibly relaxing. He had slept and walked amongst his own people since the Gods' knew how long. Yet he had stuck an unexpected friendship: Gimli, son of Glóin and he had become fast friends. Gimli could say nothing bad anymore of the Lady of the Wood, as her incredible beauty had gotten to even the Dwarf.
They had been given boats, to travel south along the Anduin, heading to Mordor. He silently watched the shore slip away from them, and looked forward as he paddled the boat onwards, in great fear of what he may encounter. His mind wandered, and he could not concentrate on the task in front of him. Twice in the first day alone he nearly ran the small boat aground, yet Gimli had managed to wake him from his day-dreams. Finally they stopped for the night.
It was Legolas' turn to watch that night, so he sat with no fire gazing up at the moon and stars. Praying to the Valar, he found himself near to weeping from the bitter grief of his loss, and of the terrible journey ahead; yet he wept not, and held his tears for a more appropriate occasion. Tears of sorrow were not let loose by the Elf often. But he could still not shake the feeling of a profound sadness that hung about him. He found it hard to breathe, and suddenly desired to walk under the Stars once more, as he used to back in his own kingdom of Mirkwood.
As he rose, Aragorn shifted slightly in his sleep, and seemed to watch the Elf's every move. Legolas was not sure if he was awake or still in dream, yet he did not desire to stay any longer. With the absolute silence that only the silvan elves could muster when the need arose, he slipped off into the scant trees, and wandered for many hours.
When the rest of the Company awoke the next morning, Legolas had already been awake for well nigh an hour,and had packed most of their things that they had not been using during the night. After a cold breakfast they put their things back in the boats and set off once again down the Great River.
For seven days and nights they travelled that path, and Legolas soon felt weary of it, for there was not much to see: no more trees grew on the barren land, and although it was indeed winter, he longed to see grass and flowers. Yet the earth gave no avail, and he stared across the wastelands. To keep his mind from wandering evermore, he began to sing to himself, as lightly as possible so as even the Dwarf could not hear him. He sang to himself the song in which he had refused to sing more of by the river Niphrodel, and indeed was the same song. He thought about this tale, and shuddered to think what might happen if none of them came back to their loved ones.
Finally on the seventh day, they landed on the western shore before the falls of Rauros and the Tall Isle. It was dark by the time they had arrived there, and much to their surprise, they were being shot at by Orcs on the Eastern shore. They all hurried quickly onto shore, but Legolas was the first there; and drawing out his bow given to him by the Lady Galadriel, he shot blindly into the dark. He did not expect to hit anything, yet he was glad of the chance to shoot at something. There they camped for the night, until they knew their further course: onwards to Mordor, or West to Gondor with Boromir.
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Legolas sat on in sadness as he watched Lothlórien slip away. The few nights he had spent there had been incredibly relaxing. He had slept and walked amongst his own people since the Gods' knew how long. Yet he had stuck an unexpected friendship: Gimli, son of Glóin and he had become fast friends. Gimli could say nothing bad anymore of the Lady of the Wood, as her incredible beauty had gotten to even the Dwarf.
They had been given boats, to travel south along the Anduin, heading to Mordor. He silently watched the shore slip away from them, and looked forward as he paddled the boat onwards, in great fear of what he may encounter. His mind wandered, and he could not concentrate on the task in front of him. Twice in the first day alone he nearly ran the small boat aground, yet Gimli had managed to wake him from his day-dreams. Finally they stopped for the night.
It was Legolas' turn to watch that night, so he sat with no fire gazing up at the moon and stars. Praying to the Valar, he found himself near to weeping from the bitter grief of his loss, and of the terrible journey ahead; yet he wept not, and held his tears for a more appropriate occasion. Tears of sorrow were not let loose by the Elf often. But he could still not shake the feeling of a profound sadness that hung about him. He found it hard to breathe, and suddenly desired to walk under the Stars once more, as he used to back in his own kingdom of Mirkwood.
As he rose, Aragorn shifted slightly in his sleep, and seemed to watch the Elf's every move. Legolas was not sure if he was awake or still in dream, yet he did not desire to stay any longer. With the absolute silence that only the silvan elves could muster when the need arose, he slipped off into the scant trees, and wandered for many hours.
When the rest of the Company awoke the next morning, Legolas had already been awake for well nigh an hour,and had packed most of their things that they had not been using during the night. After a cold breakfast they put their things back in the boats and set off once again down the Great River.
For seven days and nights they travelled that path, and Legolas soon felt weary of it, for there was not much to see: no more trees grew on the barren land, and although it was indeed winter, he longed to see grass and flowers. Yet the earth gave no avail, and he stared across the wastelands. To keep his mind from wandering evermore, he began to sing to himself, as lightly as possible so as even the Dwarf could not hear him. He sang to himself the song in which he had refused to sing more of by the river Niphrodel, and indeed was the same song. He thought about this tale, and shuddered to think what might happen if none of them came back to their loved ones.
Finally on the seventh day, they landed on the western shore before the falls of Rauros and the Tall Isle. It was dark by the time they had arrived there, and much to their surprise, they were being shot at by Orcs on the Eastern shore. They all hurried quickly onto shore, but Legolas was the first there; and drawing out his bow given to him by the Lady Galadriel, he shot blindly into the dark. He did not expect to hit anything, yet he was glad of the chance to shoot at something. There they camped for the night, until they knew their further course: onwards to Mordor, or West to Gondor with Boromir.