A/N: Yup, Leis and Raia are mine. Sorry that this part is so much bloody shorter; I'll try to make the next parts longer.
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A few weeks passed after Aragorn's departure before Arwen came to talk to me as I was sitting by the river, fixing my bow.
"Legolas," she stood directly in front of me so I was looking at the hem off her skirt.
"Arwen," I replied monotonously, running a hand over the string.
"I had a dream last night..."
"Yes?" I didn't know what she was getting at.
"Have you recalled the fact that - once in a long while - my dreams reveal the truth?"
She was right, but I still didn't--
"Oh..." I began to closely inspect my bow, acting as though I were not worried of what she might say.
"I dreamed about you..." she crouched low on the ground, to look at my face as she spoke. When she spoke again, I almost didn't hear her; "...and Aragorn."
I cleared my throat and we stood up. "Well, my lady, it seems to me as if you were fantasizing." I smiled and winked at her, trying to conceal my worries.
"Do you have anything else to say about it?" she demanded, hands clinging to her skirt.
"Arwen," I sighed. "You miss him, and are upset that he left. But worry not, Princess, he shall return safely, I know of it." I placed a hand on her shoulder.
She glared at me for a moment, then shook her head and sighed. "I apologize, Legolas. I- I just... miss him, and I fear for his safety. Forgive me for being angry to you." Arwen looked so upset - more upset than I can ever recall seeing her that I could not help but throw my arms around her and pull her into a hug.
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"You miss him, don't you?" her hazel eyes were knowing; not questioning.
"Whom do I miss?" I asked innocently, bending over to pick up a rock.
"Aragorn. Estel. Pick a name. You miss him."
"And what makes you say that, Leis?" I threw the rock into the gurgling stream.
"I can see it in your eyes, Elf Prince. But you cannot have him. Not only is he Arwen's, he is also-"
"I know what he is!" I snapped, and walked quickly past her. "Perhaps all too well."
"He's hurting you more then you know," she said from behind me.
Stopping, I sighed. Here was I - a Prince among Elves; very respected among my people; never worrying about any such thing as love - and I was frightened at what might happen to one man.
Something I never thought would happen.
And why did Leis have to be so good at reading and understanding people?
"You must be patient, Elf Prince. Wait and see how things turn out."
She rested a pale hand on my shoulder consolingly.
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I had made up my mind the night before, and as soon as dawn came, I readied for the day, grabbed my pack, and slipped out; heading down one of the main paths out of Rivendell.
"I thought you were going to wait for him."
I didn't bother turning around. "No, Leisana Dmitan. You were right - about all those things. He is Arwen's. He is mortal. He is not mine, nor shall he ever be."
"You cannot just run and hide, Legolas Greenleaf. You cannot just forget about him."
Slowly, I started walking again, out of Rivendell, ready to start a new life.
"No, but I can damn well try."
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Um... okay now I just need some encouragement and maybe a few suggestions? Please R/R, but no flames. Leggy-kins forever!
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A few weeks passed after Aragorn's departure before Arwen came to talk to me as I was sitting by the river, fixing my bow.
"Legolas," she stood directly in front of me so I was looking at the hem off her skirt.
"Arwen," I replied monotonously, running a hand over the string.
"I had a dream last night..."
"Yes?" I didn't know what she was getting at.
"Have you recalled the fact that - once in a long while - my dreams reveal the truth?"
She was right, but I still didn't--
"Oh..." I began to closely inspect my bow, acting as though I were not worried of what she might say.
"I dreamed about you..." she crouched low on the ground, to look at my face as she spoke. When she spoke again, I almost didn't hear her; "...and Aragorn."
I cleared my throat and we stood up. "Well, my lady, it seems to me as if you were fantasizing." I smiled and winked at her, trying to conceal my worries.
"Do you have anything else to say about it?" she demanded, hands clinging to her skirt.
"Arwen," I sighed. "You miss him, and are upset that he left. But worry not, Princess, he shall return safely, I know of it." I placed a hand on her shoulder.
She glared at me for a moment, then shook her head and sighed. "I apologize, Legolas. I- I just... miss him, and I fear for his safety. Forgive me for being angry to you." Arwen looked so upset - more upset than I can ever recall seeing her that I could not help but throw my arms around her and pull her into a hug.
*
"You miss him, don't you?" her hazel eyes were knowing; not questioning.
"Whom do I miss?" I asked innocently, bending over to pick up a rock.
"Aragorn. Estel. Pick a name. You miss him."
"And what makes you say that, Leis?" I threw the rock into the gurgling stream.
"I can see it in your eyes, Elf Prince. But you cannot have him. Not only is he Arwen's, he is also-"
"I know what he is!" I snapped, and walked quickly past her. "Perhaps all too well."
"He's hurting you more then you know," she said from behind me.
Stopping, I sighed. Here was I - a Prince among Elves; very respected among my people; never worrying about any such thing as love - and I was frightened at what might happen to one man.
Something I never thought would happen.
And why did Leis have to be so good at reading and understanding people?
"You must be patient, Elf Prince. Wait and see how things turn out."
She rested a pale hand on my shoulder consolingly.
*
I had made up my mind the night before, and as soon as dawn came, I readied for the day, grabbed my pack, and slipped out; heading down one of the main paths out of Rivendell.
"I thought you were going to wait for him."
I didn't bother turning around. "No, Leisana Dmitan. You were right - about all those things. He is Arwen's. He is mortal. He is not mine, nor shall he ever be."
"You cannot just run and hide, Legolas Greenleaf. You cannot just forget about him."
Slowly, I started walking again, out of Rivendell, ready to start a new life.
"No, but I can damn well try."
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Um... okay now I just need some encouragement and maybe a few suggestions? Please R/R, but no flames. Leggy-kins forever!