~*~Human Age Equivilant - 20 ~*~
Even though the Prince had been friends with the Lady Arwen for only a little while, twelve autumns to be exact, he felt like she was the sister he had never had. She had two brothers she could easily fool about with, but instead she chose Legolas, and he appreciated this greatly. Her father, Lord Elrond, had at first diapproved a little of Arwen being friends with Legolas. He was not what was normally expected of a young prince. He did not sit in his room reciting poetry or spending day in day out hunting with his fellow elves. He liked hunting. He also liked poetry. But he'd much rather ride over the open land and roam the forest often alone. This only made him appreciate Arwen's company more strongly. As he had that fateful day she entered his tree house. As much as he hated to admit it, when he saw her for the first time, he knew it was more than just friends.
Arwen sat at her window and looked out. She was supposed to be packing her things for she, her father and her brothers were to leave for Mirkwood in about thirty minutes. She had gotten distracted. Which she often did. He was very much looking forward to arriving in Mirkwood and seeing her dear friend Legolas again. She loved leaving him and not seeing him for a long time, because it made her all the more pleased to see him the next time round. She stiffened when she heard Elrond's voice booming around the grounds. She looked down from her balcony and saw him standing fuming. Oops. She had sat for a little while too long. Arwen swung around and grabbed her bag and swiftly left the room.
Elrond threw her an icy glance. She deliberately did not meet his eyes. She quickly loaded her things to her horse, mounted and sped off, not waiting for anything. She knew the route well. She had travelled there so many times before. The journey took only a day at her pace. But she decided she could not wait a day to get there. She edged her horse to go faster and faster, until she was no more than a speck in the distance to her father and two brothers who were yet to leave Rivendell.
Legolas sat in his room. He had locked himself in. It was either that, or face an extra days worth of archery practice. He was already the best archer in Mirkwood, and although his father knew this, he forced the prince to take extra lessons to "improve his skills". Legolas breathed a deep sigh and meandered over to his window. He looked out as evening fell. The sunset lit the sky a firery red. He remembered a poem he had once read from an old book his father had showed him. "Yal i andune tintal carne nai i melme wan neuma ye ola. Nai tiruvantel ar varyuvantel i Valar tielyanna nu vilya." He spoke the verse aloud. His elf eyes picked up a rider in the distance. A fast moving rider at that. He could hear the pounding of the horses hooves on the path. Then it struck him. "Arwen" he smiled to himself.
He looked towards his bolted door. He had pushed his bed up infront of it too incase his father managed to get passed the simple lock. There was no way of leaving the palace without being noticed. He walked towards his window and, as he had done so many times throughout his child hood, slid nimbly down the pipe on the outer wall. He landed without a sound, leaving to prints on the soft grass. He looked about quickly before running off towards the rider.
Even from this distance Arwen could make out Legolas sprinting towards her. He was coming from an odd direction though, she thought. If he had been coming from the palace doors, he would be running toward her from a totally different direction. Then she realised. "he's escaped from his room again" she said to nobody in particular. She quickly changed direction. Her dark hair flaying out behind her. She slowed down a little but didn't stop until she was completely hidden from site of anybody on the road. But Legolas knew where she was and he continued to run, full pelt toward her.
Legolas swirved off the road and met the dark haired elf in the clearing. She was stroking her black horse affectionately. She turned to face Legolas who didn't seem the least bit tired even from running such a great distance without a break. "Mae govannen." She smiled.
Legolas returned her smile. "Mae govannen serme." He replied as he walked over to the elegant black horse and patted its head gently.
"Shes beautiful" whispered Arwen, looking at Legolas.
Legolas turned to look into Arwen's eyes. "Yes she is-" he broke off realising what he was doing. "Erm. The horse. Yes yes. She is beautiful" he scratched his head and turned his eyes away. A little embarrassed. Could it be? Could it be he truly found his best friend *beautiful*? He slumped down under a tree.
"What is on your mind?" Arwen asked, sitting down next to him.
"Nothing." He watched out at the road. He saw Lord Elrond and his sons ride past.
Arwen looked at Legolas in wonder. Why did she feel so..she didn't know how she felt. But it wasn't anything she had ever felt before. Suddenly he turned to face her. She looked into his blue eyes. She realised what she was doing and suddenly blushed, but didn't lose her gaze. They both sensed something and leaned in closer towards the other.
Legolas suddenly whispered, "Your father will wonder where you are." And he rose to his feet and left Arwen in the clearing, looking rather stunned.
He strode away, but not back to the palace. Because he knew she would find him. At times like this, Legolas usually sought comfort from the trees. He would whisper to them and get a reply. It was amazing to watch and hear. But at the moment he sought solitude. And he knew exactly where he was going to go.
Arwen sat for a while longer. Taking in what had just happened. She had came so close to kissing her best friend. She felt herself blushing at the thought. She loved Legolas. She always had loved him. But their love was like that of a brother and sister. It also included the same brother and sister arguments. But now, now she was not sure if she loved him as a brother, or as the handsome Prince he really was.
Even though the Prince had been friends with the Lady Arwen for only a little while, twelve autumns to be exact, he felt like she was the sister he had never had. She had two brothers she could easily fool about with, but instead she chose Legolas, and he appreciated this greatly. Her father, Lord Elrond, had at first diapproved a little of Arwen being friends with Legolas. He was not what was normally expected of a young prince. He did not sit in his room reciting poetry or spending day in day out hunting with his fellow elves. He liked hunting. He also liked poetry. But he'd much rather ride over the open land and roam the forest often alone. This only made him appreciate Arwen's company more strongly. As he had that fateful day she entered his tree house. As much as he hated to admit it, when he saw her for the first time, he knew it was more than just friends.
Arwen sat at her window and looked out. She was supposed to be packing her things for she, her father and her brothers were to leave for Mirkwood in about thirty minutes. She had gotten distracted. Which she often did. He was very much looking forward to arriving in Mirkwood and seeing her dear friend Legolas again. She loved leaving him and not seeing him for a long time, because it made her all the more pleased to see him the next time round. She stiffened when she heard Elrond's voice booming around the grounds. She looked down from her balcony and saw him standing fuming. Oops. She had sat for a little while too long. Arwen swung around and grabbed her bag and swiftly left the room.
Elrond threw her an icy glance. She deliberately did not meet his eyes. She quickly loaded her things to her horse, mounted and sped off, not waiting for anything. She knew the route well. She had travelled there so many times before. The journey took only a day at her pace. But she decided she could not wait a day to get there. She edged her horse to go faster and faster, until she was no more than a speck in the distance to her father and two brothers who were yet to leave Rivendell.
Legolas sat in his room. He had locked himself in. It was either that, or face an extra days worth of archery practice. He was already the best archer in Mirkwood, and although his father knew this, he forced the prince to take extra lessons to "improve his skills". Legolas breathed a deep sigh and meandered over to his window. He looked out as evening fell. The sunset lit the sky a firery red. He remembered a poem he had once read from an old book his father had showed him. "Yal i andune tintal carne nai i melme wan neuma ye ola. Nai tiruvantel ar varyuvantel i Valar tielyanna nu vilya." He spoke the verse aloud. His elf eyes picked up a rider in the distance. A fast moving rider at that. He could hear the pounding of the horses hooves on the path. Then it struck him. "Arwen" he smiled to himself.
He looked towards his bolted door. He had pushed his bed up infront of it too incase his father managed to get passed the simple lock. There was no way of leaving the palace without being noticed. He walked towards his window and, as he had done so many times throughout his child hood, slid nimbly down the pipe on the outer wall. He landed without a sound, leaving to prints on the soft grass. He looked about quickly before running off towards the rider.
Even from this distance Arwen could make out Legolas sprinting towards her. He was coming from an odd direction though, she thought. If he had been coming from the palace doors, he would be running toward her from a totally different direction. Then she realised. "he's escaped from his room again" she said to nobody in particular. She quickly changed direction. Her dark hair flaying out behind her. She slowed down a little but didn't stop until she was completely hidden from site of anybody on the road. But Legolas knew where she was and he continued to run, full pelt toward her.
Legolas swirved off the road and met the dark haired elf in the clearing. She was stroking her black horse affectionately. She turned to face Legolas who didn't seem the least bit tired even from running such a great distance without a break. "Mae govannen." She smiled.
Legolas returned her smile. "Mae govannen serme." He replied as he walked over to the elegant black horse and patted its head gently.
"Shes beautiful" whispered Arwen, looking at Legolas.
Legolas turned to look into Arwen's eyes. "Yes she is-" he broke off realising what he was doing. "Erm. The horse. Yes yes. She is beautiful" he scratched his head and turned his eyes away. A little embarrassed. Could it be? Could it be he truly found his best friend *beautiful*? He slumped down under a tree.
"What is on your mind?" Arwen asked, sitting down next to him.
"Nothing." He watched out at the road. He saw Lord Elrond and his sons ride past.
Arwen looked at Legolas in wonder. Why did she feel so..she didn't know how she felt. But it wasn't anything she had ever felt before. Suddenly he turned to face her. She looked into his blue eyes. She realised what she was doing and suddenly blushed, but didn't lose her gaze. They both sensed something and leaned in closer towards the other.
Legolas suddenly whispered, "Your father will wonder where you are." And he rose to his feet and left Arwen in the clearing, looking rather stunned.
He strode away, but not back to the palace. Because he knew she would find him. At times like this, Legolas usually sought comfort from the trees. He would whisper to them and get a reply. It was amazing to watch and hear. But at the moment he sought solitude. And he knew exactly where he was going to go.
Arwen sat for a while longer. Taking in what had just happened. She had came so close to kissing her best friend. She felt herself blushing at the thought. She loved Legolas. She always had loved him. But their love was like that of a brother and sister. It also included the same brother and sister arguments. But now, now she was not sure if she loved him as a brother, or as the handsome Prince he really was.