Part Seven
"Tell me how do you really feel for our little Neisa?" "Honestly." Legolas paused and looked to Neisa's sleeping form before turning back to Estel. "Honestly. I don't know how I have feel." "How can you not know how you feel?" "I just don't know" Legolas said getting a little defensive. "Fine, you don't know, then just answer me this," Estel looked at Legolas "does being around Neisa make you happy?" "Yes, just like being around you makes me happy, for you are my friends." "Okay, do you think Neisa is fair looking?" "She is beyond fair, her violet eyes are striking and her long brown hair is like rivers of melted chocolate." "Do you realize that you had a look of wistfulness on your face when you talked of Neisa's beauty." "NO, I didn't realize, thanks for telling me," Legolas said sarcastically, with his face flushed. "How can one not be wistful when one talks of beauty?" "How do you feel when Neisa is happy?" "My stomach tightens, and I cannot help, but be happy with her. He happiness makes me happy." "You want to know what I think?" "What?" Legolas asks wearily. "In my humble opinion, I believe that you are in love with Neisa. You are happy when she is happy; you think she is beyond fair. You yourself say that you stomach tightens when you see her happy, and you love to be around her." Legolas sat staring at Neisa's bedroll. He thought back to his reaction to her brushing her hair when he went to collect her for their meeting with Elrond. He thought back to the days when he held his arms around her, helping her practice shooting arrows. He thought back on how he would get angry when she would spend more time with other elf males. He thought back to when he first met her, sitting under a tree looking like a very rare fair angel. He turned to Estel and with a small smile appearing on his face, he said, "Estel, I think your right."
"Tell me how do you really feel for our little Neisa?" "Honestly." Legolas paused and looked to Neisa's sleeping form before turning back to Estel. "Honestly. I don't know how I have feel." "How can you not know how you feel?" "I just don't know" Legolas said getting a little defensive. "Fine, you don't know, then just answer me this," Estel looked at Legolas "does being around Neisa make you happy?" "Yes, just like being around you makes me happy, for you are my friends." "Okay, do you think Neisa is fair looking?" "She is beyond fair, her violet eyes are striking and her long brown hair is like rivers of melted chocolate." "Do you realize that you had a look of wistfulness on your face when you talked of Neisa's beauty." "NO, I didn't realize, thanks for telling me," Legolas said sarcastically, with his face flushed. "How can one not be wistful when one talks of beauty?" "How do you feel when Neisa is happy?" "My stomach tightens, and I cannot help, but be happy with her. He happiness makes me happy." "You want to know what I think?" "What?" Legolas asks wearily. "In my humble opinion, I believe that you are in love with Neisa. You are happy when she is happy; you think she is beyond fair. You yourself say that you stomach tightens when you see her happy, and you love to be around her." Legolas sat staring at Neisa's bedroll. He thought back to his reaction to her brushing her hair when he went to collect her for their meeting with Elrond. He thought back to the days when he held his arms around her, helping her practice shooting arrows. He thought back on how he would get angry when she would spend more time with other elf males. He thought back to when he first met her, sitting under a tree looking like a very rare fair angel. He turned to Estel and with a small smile appearing on his face, he said, "Estel, I think your right."