Morning light lit the noir sky, depleting the stars and consuming the night. Legolas smiled warmly half waked as the sun kissed the Earth about him. His eyes blinked to remove the drowsiness that lingered. It was then that truth was revealed. Alone he slept this morning. A cloak lay where a maid once had. Empty.
"Baidyanith?" Cried Legolas upright. His head jerked to and From in hopes of catching her abroad.
"She has departed, friend Legolas. Her wound removed she went into the night." Aragorn spoke as he moved about a tree. His eyes befallen upon the Elven Prince.
"Departed? She has gone without word..." Legolas cut off, his heart torn in agony. Dream must still keep him, for no Maid would leave so quickly without a warnings word.
"No, not without word. To this tree lay a scroll that Gimli and I have accrossed. Her states her plea to you.. Vowing more than ever head by mine hunters ears."
Slowly stood the Elf. His knees weak, heart heavy. TO her he expressed it all, and to her he trusted thoroughly. Now she was ever far and he leagues behind. Without stepping forth, the words were clear. His Elven eyes moved about, attached to the willow read:
My Dearest Prince,
To you I owe this life and the next. To you I owe it all. After the words spoken this night I fear I no longer deny myself of this newfound being, but enjoy it all the while. If being Elf kind is to be as you are then I would take an arrow upon my breast as surely as the moon rises each night. As long as I pondered this movement.. as hard as it was to leave.. I know that there is no other choice. Into battle you must flee, and into battle you must go with a clear head about your shoulders. I shall not linger beside you for I know that you would guard me all too well. A mission was rumored- a fellowship broken but still whole in friendship. To that you are to serve. But my heart shall always serve you, in many a praise.. in many dreams.. all my life I will remember the night spent. I will see you on the lines of Rohan, in hopes of participating to the good of Middle Earth. Look for me there.
Always,
Baidyanith, Daughter of Amrial
His eyes stung with that of unshed tears, she was alone amongst the shadow driven plains. He for the only time in all his years, felt helpless and small. He glanced down at his chest. Had the arrow been replaced within his own breast? Was it a broken heart that plagued him?
"'Tis' true that those of my kind feel so deeply, too deeply in ways. But a heartbroken fool am I to deliver myself so completely to one not yet known for a full day's night." He growled at himself and lifted to pick up his items. She was shattered and torn, and he tended to her. No, he walked broken hearted and alone in thought, and where was she to mend the wounds inflicted?
Silent he stalked to his friends near. Silently the nodded. Legolas vowed to keep her always once he found her. Now a new mission was added to that which now stood. A love waited beyond the gates of Rohan, and to there his watchful eyes would seek another that would never again leave him in the dark and the loveliness of early morning. He wanted her all too much.
"Baidyanith?" Cried Legolas upright. His head jerked to and From in hopes of catching her abroad.
"She has departed, friend Legolas. Her wound removed she went into the night." Aragorn spoke as he moved about a tree. His eyes befallen upon the Elven Prince.
"Departed? She has gone without word..." Legolas cut off, his heart torn in agony. Dream must still keep him, for no Maid would leave so quickly without a warnings word.
"No, not without word. To this tree lay a scroll that Gimli and I have accrossed. Her states her plea to you.. Vowing more than ever head by mine hunters ears."
Slowly stood the Elf. His knees weak, heart heavy. TO her he expressed it all, and to her he trusted thoroughly. Now she was ever far and he leagues behind. Without stepping forth, the words were clear. His Elven eyes moved about, attached to the willow read:
My Dearest Prince,
To you I owe this life and the next. To you I owe it all. After the words spoken this night I fear I no longer deny myself of this newfound being, but enjoy it all the while. If being Elf kind is to be as you are then I would take an arrow upon my breast as surely as the moon rises each night. As long as I pondered this movement.. as hard as it was to leave.. I know that there is no other choice. Into battle you must flee, and into battle you must go with a clear head about your shoulders. I shall not linger beside you for I know that you would guard me all too well. A mission was rumored- a fellowship broken but still whole in friendship. To that you are to serve. But my heart shall always serve you, in many a praise.. in many dreams.. all my life I will remember the night spent. I will see you on the lines of Rohan, in hopes of participating to the good of Middle Earth. Look for me there.
Always,
Baidyanith, Daughter of Amrial
His eyes stung with that of unshed tears, she was alone amongst the shadow driven plains. He for the only time in all his years, felt helpless and small. He glanced down at his chest. Had the arrow been replaced within his own breast? Was it a broken heart that plagued him?
"'Tis' true that those of my kind feel so deeply, too deeply in ways. But a heartbroken fool am I to deliver myself so completely to one not yet known for a full day's night." He growled at himself and lifted to pick up his items. She was shattered and torn, and he tended to her. No, he walked broken hearted and alone in thought, and where was she to mend the wounds inflicted?
Silent he stalked to his friends near. Silently the nodded. Legolas vowed to keep her always once he found her. Now a new mission was added to that which now stood. A love waited beyond the gates of Rohan, and to there his watchful eyes would seek another that would never again leave him in the dark and the loveliness of early morning. He wanted her all too much.