Legolas>
I was walking through the city, deep in thought when I saw Stacey sitting by a pond. She seemed upset so I went over and talked to her.
"Stacey? Are you okay? You haven't said much since Moria." I sat down next to her on the grass.
"I feel like it's my fault Gandalf died."
"You tried your best."
"I tried and I failed! Just like I failed to save my father!" she was on the verge of tears. I got the feeling she had been through a lot in her life.
"What happened to him?"
I listened as she told me about her world. Of the many things that were there. I didn't understand most of what she described, but found it rather intriguing still. Then she told me of the war she and her friends were fighting. Her story frightened me greatly, for the creatures she spoke of were far worse than any Orc could ever be. I found myself sitting closer to her as she told the painful tale of her mother's death and how her father had given himself to the control of the enemy that once controlled her.
"I miss them so much. I know that one day I will have to face my father. But I don't know if I'll have the strength or the courage to do what has to be done."
She began to weep. Without thinking, I wrapped my arm around her and drew her close. She was beautiful. Strong yet so frail. She had more courage than any elvish warrior I had known. I wiped away her tears, looking into her soft eyes, as she gazed into mine. I felt drawn to her, like a force was bringing us together. My lips gently brushed hers and we kissed, slowly. I felt a tingle run throughout my body as the moments passed.
"I can't," she said as she pulled away. "I'm sorry."
"What is it?"
"I just went through a rough relationship. It still bothers me, but -"
"But you still have feelings for him?"
"Some."
My heart ached hearing those words, but I refused to let it show. "I understand."
I know I had just recently met her, but during those past couple of days I got to know her. But she was in love with someone else, I could not allow myself to interfere with that. But I also could not ignore my feelings.
"You should get some rest." I got up to leave.
"Legolas? Does Aragorn blame me for not saving Gandalf?"
"No. He knew you did what you could. I'm sure he is greatful for your efforts."
She smiled. She had such a beautiful smile. I went to my bed and laid down. The soft tune of Gandalf's lament lulled me to sleep.