Noise exploded in their elven ears as the companions reentered the
great hall. Elves dotted the dance floor, slowly stepping to the smooth
flow of wooden flutes. An awkward silence settled between the five elves;
Legolas kept eyeing Elendae, but she refused to meet his gaze.
He was snapped out of his thoughts as Arwen tugged on his arm.
"Let's dance," she looked at him meaningfully.
Legolas stared blankly at her, "ok. . ."
She pulled him away from the group and out to the dance floor, forcing his arms around her. Arwen looked at Legolas, then sighed as she saw his eyes returned to their dazed state.
"Legolas!"
He turned his gaze towards her, "Sorry, what?"
She sighed, "What's wrong? Ever since you met Elendae, your mind's been elsewhere."
He stared at her for a while, a battle playing out in his heart. Arwen waited quietly, watching him carefully.
"It's all long story," he finally spoke.
"Alright. . . tell me," she replied.
Legolas made no reply, debating with himself. He stared over at where Elendae stood in Elrohir's arms. Anxiety flooded through his mind as his eyes darted from Elendae to Arwen.
He stopped as he noticed the concern that filled Arwen's eyes, "Okay," he finally nodded. Arwen smiled, "But," he said quickly, "I think Elendae and Elrohir should be present when all this is explained."
"Ok," she agreed, seeing that he was doing this for reasons other than his own.
* * *
As the night darkened and the sun had long settled far past the horizon, the guests began to leave; some returned home, others stayed in Imladris.
Legolas caught Elendae, as she swung open the doors to her quarters. She sighed and spun around to face him.
"We have to talk," Legolas told her.
She looked at him, unmoving.
"Did you never plan on telling Elrohir?"
She shifted uncomfortably, "No, I did, but-"
"Good," he cut her off, "Then we're explaining this to everyone tomorrow." Without waiting for an answer, Legolas departed down the hall and returned to his own quarters.
He was snapped out of his thoughts as Arwen tugged on his arm.
"Let's dance," she looked at him meaningfully.
Legolas stared blankly at her, "ok. . ."
She pulled him away from the group and out to the dance floor, forcing his arms around her. Arwen looked at Legolas, then sighed as she saw his eyes returned to their dazed state.
"Legolas!"
He turned his gaze towards her, "Sorry, what?"
She sighed, "What's wrong? Ever since you met Elendae, your mind's been elsewhere."
He stared at her for a while, a battle playing out in his heart. Arwen waited quietly, watching him carefully.
"It's all long story," he finally spoke.
"Alright. . . tell me," she replied.
Legolas made no reply, debating with himself. He stared over at where Elendae stood in Elrohir's arms. Anxiety flooded through his mind as his eyes darted from Elendae to Arwen.
He stopped as he noticed the concern that filled Arwen's eyes, "Okay," he finally nodded. Arwen smiled, "But," he said quickly, "I think Elendae and Elrohir should be present when all this is explained."
"Ok," she agreed, seeing that he was doing this for reasons other than his own.
* * *
As the night darkened and the sun had long settled far past the horizon, the guests began to leave; some returned home, others stayed in Imladris.
Legolas caught Elendae, as she swung open the doors to her quarters. She sighed and spun around to face him.
"We have to talk," Legolas told her.
She looked at him, unmoving.
"Did you never plan on telling Elrohir?"
She shifted uncomfortably, "No, I did, but-"
"Good," he cut her off, "Then we're explaining this to everyone tomorrow." Without waiting for an answer, Legolas departed down the hall and returned to his own quarters.