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Elrond lay close to that precious spot next to their river. He laughed sadly as the thought struck
him. He had always referred to it as their river. Their spot. Their love. Now all of "their" things
were gone, weren't they? So it was now just a spot on a river.
Funny how the loss of love can make the most magnificent things dull and lifeless.
It wasn't as if he could reject his and Celebrian's betrothal. It had been arranged for years, and
besides, reject a politically defining marriage for a love that was still in its first stage of
development? It was dumb.
Elrond grinned and gave a teary laugh as he thought of the simple excuses he had just made for
himself. He was no better than a child who was late for his lessons. There was no excuse for
what he done to Legolas.
How could he have not told him? How could he have delayed speaking to him, and only
increasing the hurt? The answer was simple, as all questions in love are: He loved him, and
couldn't make him leave.
But now he was leaving. It was inevitable.
Then, naturally, he asked himself "If you knew this was going to happen, why does it hurt?"
And he immediately came up with the, again, simple answer. Because he was losing something
that he cared deeply for.
Legolas had finally stopped walking. He lay in his room, the glorious carvings on the walls and
the rich tapestries now lost to him.
He lay on his back on his bed and stared up at the ceiling and let his mind wander through a
quickly thickening mist of despair, desperately searching for answers.
He didn't find any on the ceiling.
Why hadn't Elrond told him? The fact didn't anger him, just confused him.
Well, his mind told him, what reason had he to tell you? You would have said, yes, you
understood, and then left him cold and alone to suffer. Instead of spending a few months with
you, enjoying your company.
He had only wanted to spend as much time with him as possible.
And suddenly, both of their minds grasped the same lantern in the dark, lighting their despair.
You cannot change anything. Just remember.
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A/N okay, okay, as soon as you're all done with pelting me with various vegetable, I'd like to
firmly say my point.
You know when someone dies, everyone says "He (whoever died) wouldn't have wanted us to
mourn, he would have wanted us to remember the good times we had with him."
That's what I'm saying.
Elrond lay close to that precious spot next to their river. He laughed sadly as the thought struck
him. He had always referred to it as their river. Their spot. Their love. Now all of "their" things
were gone, weren't they? So it was now just a spot on a river.
Funny how the loss of love can make the most magnificent things dull and lifeless.
It wasn't as if he could reject his and Celebrian's betrothal. It had been arranged for years, and
besides, reject a politically defining marriage for a love that was still in its first stage of
development? It was dumb.
Elrond grinned and gave a teary laugh as he thought of the simple excuses he had just made for
himself. He was no better than a child who was late for his lessons. There was no excuse for
what he done to Legolas.
How could he have not told him? How could he have delayed speaking to him, and only
increasing the hurt? The answer was simple, as all questions in love are: He loved him, and
couldn't make him leave.
But now he was leaving. It was inevitable.
Then, naturally, he asked himself "If you knew this was going to happen, why does it hurt?"
And he immediately came up with the, again, simple answer. Because he was losing something
that he cared deeply for.
Legolas had finally stopped walking. He lay in his room, the glorious carvings on the walls and
the rich tapestries now lost to him.
He lay on his back on his bed and stared up at the ceiling and let his mind wander through a
quickly thickening mist of despair, desperately searching for answers.
He didn't find any on the ceiling.
Why hadn't Elrond told him? The fact didn't anger him, just confused him.
Well, his mind told him, what reason had he to tell you? You would have said, yes, you
understood, and then left him cold and alone to suffer. Instead of spending a few months with
you, enjoying your company.
He had only wanted to spend as much time with him as possible.
And suddenly, both of their minds grasped the same lantern in the dark, lighting their despair.
You cannot change anything. Just remember.
____________________________________________________________________
A/N okay, okay, as soon as you're all done with pelting me with various vegetable, I'd like to
firmly say my point.
You know when someone dies, everyone says "He (whoever died) wouldn't have wanted us to
mourn, he would have wanted us to remember the good times we had with him."
That's what I'm saying.