The little celebration was over, and all the elves cleaned up. At last,
Legolas and Lenalaith let go of each other.
"Thank you, King Thranduil," Lenalaith said, walking up to the king and bowing.
"It was my pleasure... good night and sleep well, Legolas and Lenalaith." Lenalaith bowed again before Legolas led her back to her bedroom.
He seemed troubled, longing to say something but unable to find the correct words, so instead he said, "Good night, sleep well." He yearned to remind her of her constant beauty, but was too embarrassed to say anything. When she was around, he was on a different kind of high; he was happy and sad; confused but knowing what to do and what he wanted to do; and always surprised, but a little more self-conscious. Alas, Legolas was a young elf, experiencing something he had never known before- love.
"Good night, Legolas," she replied before walking slowly into her room and shutting the door ever so softly, leaving Legolas outside to recollect his thoughts. He stood there for a moment before returning to his chamber, where he changed into his more comfortable clothes. He hung his cloak on the post of his bed and lay there, restless once again. Everything was silent for a while, until he heard a slight creak and then a thump. He heard very soft footsteps and then silence. Legolas climbed out of his bed, walking silently toward the door of his balcony. He listened intently, wondering if anything was wrong. He waited for a few minutes, and didn't hear anything, so he started walking back to his bed. No more than a minute later, Legolas heard an ever so slight cough coming from the balcony. He started walking back and this time didn't hesitate to open the door. He looked toward the balcony edge- which was thick stone on the bottom and top, balanced with elegant looking pillars- and there he saw Lenalaith. Without another thought, he walked toward Lenalaith, stopping just a foot behind her.
"What are you doing? Are you all right?" Legolas asked her, quietly.
"Go away," Lenalaith replied, burrowing her head in her arms, which were resting atop the edge.
"Please," he said in a pleading voice, "Tell me," She breathed sharply through her nose. "I wish to speak."
"Then go speak to someone else," she snapped back.
"I only wish to speak with you-" Lenalaith fell silent, "-I am yours to command. If you wish me to leave, please tell me again." She glared angrily at him, but hadn't the heart to tell him to leave again.
"Why are you here?" Lenalaith asked in a soft yet hurt voice, picking her head up off from her arms.
"I heard you crying, I was worried," he said without thinking, and then turned red.
"You are lying," she scowled.
"I lie not. Why are you always so sad?" he added in a whisper.
She turned up sharply at him, "Why do you want to know? Why do you care?"
Legolas looked at her, and she quickly turned away, but not before he noticed tears falling from her face.
"Legolas, I am torn and confused," she looked back at him, tears falling still, "I know nothing at all," she fell silent for a moment, "Legolas, help me, please." Legolas watched her, a clear tear falling from her face. It quickly rolled down her cheek, where past tears had been before, down to the end of her perfect skin and finally detached from Lenalaith's face and fell to the floor, leaving a slightly darker spot on the floor.
"Tell me, please, I want to help you," he pleaded with her. In shame, she looked down at the floor. Legolas walked closer to her, and gently took her shoulders. Lenalaith turned her face up to look at him. He released her from his soft touch.
"I..." she fell silent, "I am in a conflict with myself. I am afraid-" she looked away, and fell silent, at this Legolas cupped her chin in his hands. She closed her mouth tightly and tried without success to make her tears stop. Legolas moved closer to her.
"I love you," he whispered in his beautiful voice.
"Thank you, King Thranduil," Lenalaith said, walking up to the king and bowing.
"It was my pleasure... good night and sleep well, Legolas and Lenalaith." Lenalaith bowed again before Legolas led her back to her bedroom.
He seemed troubled, longing to say something but unable to find the correct words, so instead he said, "Good night, sleep well." He yearned to remind her of her constant beauty, but was too embarrassed to say anything. When she was around, he was on a different kind of high; he was happy and sad; confused but knowing what to do and what he wanted to do; and always surprised, but a little more self-conscious. Alas, Legolas was a young elf, experiencing something he had never known before- love.
"Good night, Legolas," she replied before walking slowly into her room and shutting the door ever so softly, leaving Legolas outside to recollect his thoughts. He stood there for a moment before returning to his chamber, where he changed into his more comfortable clothes. He hung his cloak on the post of his bed and lay there, restless once again. Everything was silent for a while, until he heard a slight creak and then a thump. He heard very soft footsteps and then silence. Legolas climbed out of his bed, walking silently toward the door of his balcony. He listened intently, wondering if anything was wrong. He waited for a few minutes, and didn't hear anything, so he started walking back to his bed. No more than a minute later, Legolas heard an ever so slight cough coming from the balcony. He started walking back and this time didn't hesitate to open the door. He looked toward the balcony edge- which was thick stone on the bottom and top, balanced with elegant looking pillars- and there he saw Lenalaith. Without another thought, he walked toward Lenalaith, stopping just a foot behind her.
"What are you doing? Are you all right?" Legolas asked her, quietly.
"Go away," Lenalaith replied, burrowing her head in her arms, which were resting atop the edge.
"Please," he said in a pleading voice, "Tell me," She breathed sharply through her nose. "I wish to speak."
"Then go speak to someone else," she snapped back.
"I only wish to speak with you-" Lenalaith fell silent, "-I am yours to command. If you wish me to leave, please tell me again." She glared angrily at him, but hadn't the heart to tell him to leave again.
"Why are you here?" Lenalaith asked in a soft yet hurt voice, picking her head up off from her arms.
"I heard you crying, I was worried," he said without thinking, and then turned red.
"You are lying," she scowled.
"I lie not. Why are you always so sad?" he added in a whisper.
She turned up sharply at him, "Why do you want to know? Why do you care?"
Legolas looked at her, and she quickly turned away, but not before he noticed tears falling from her face.
"Legolas, I am torn and confused," she looked back at him, tears falling still, "I know nothing at all," she fell silent for a moment, "Legolas, help me, please." Legolas watched her, a clear tear falling from her face. It quickly rolled down her cheek, where past tears had been before, down to the end of her perfect skin and finally detached from Lenalaith's face and fell to the floor, leaving a slightly darker spot on the floor.
"Tell me, please, I want to help you," he pleaded with her. In shame, she looked down at the floor. Legolas walked closer to her, and gently took her shoulders. Lenalaith turned her face up to look at him. He released her from his soft touch.
"I..." she fell silent, "I am in a conflict with myself. I am afraid-" she looked away, and fell silent, at this Legolas cupped her chin in his hands. She closed her mouth tightly and tried without success to make her tears stop. Legolas moved closer to her.
"I love you," he whispered in his beautiful voice.