Author's note: This is quite a short chapter, but I have to end a bit
logical. Legolas has found out about Melisande and now turns to Aragorn.
Legolas seemed to choke.
"I there something wrong, sir?"
"No, nothing at all. An insect is not my favorite food, that's all."
She laughed at him, a bright and sincere sound. Despite himself, he loved it.
"They will need me in the kitchen. Nice to meet you, sir."
"I hope to see you soon, Melisande."
He walked away from the scene, quite confused. Was this the reason why he could never visit Rivendell. Because his future wife stayed here? He had to find Aragorn and ask for an explanation. Did he know about this? What game did his father play?
"Estel! Aragorn, where are you?!"
"Would you keep quiet, master Elf? I may not have elven hearing but I am not deaf."
"Did you know of this?"
Aragorn came closer to his protégé and felt the rage inside the normally so calm Elf.
"Legolas, what is wrong? Are you so impatient to leave?"
"I have just met my future wife."
Aragorn laughed. He had sensed something was off tonight, but he couldn't lay his finger on it.
"In love so soon, my friend? Congratulations are in order then? What are you talking about?"
"It was like I said, I have met my future wife. Apparently this marriage is arranged a long time ago and she was sent here for her educations so I wouldn't know about her."
"Being a prince has its obligations. You just have found out one of them. We aren't allowed to choose, Legolas. Why not get to know her, now that you have the chance? You might get pleasantly surprised."
"Oh great! A king's command! I don't see that you have any problems with your heritage, Aragorn of Arathorn. You don't even choose your own race!"
Normally Aragorn would never have had the chance to throw Legolas on the ground, but this time he was faster. Even Legolas' elven speed was not enough when Aragorn had the sword to his throat.
"You are in no position to talk about my duties, prince Legolas. What did you do in your thousands years of existence? I have only one mortal life and I intend to use it. I do not want to regret one single thing. Don't speak so boldly about things you do not know off."
Although he looked and spoke completely calm, Legolas knew the temperament of his friend.
"It was not to offend you, Estel. I am just outraged about the way my father has obviously treated me." "Give him a reason to treat you as an equal then." Aragorn answered while he put his sword away and helped Legolas up.
"I will."
The two parted and both felt a slight confusion. But Legolas had made his decision, he was gone the next morning.
Legolas seemed to choke.
"I there something wrong, sir?"
"No, nothing at all. An insect is not my favorite food, that's all."
She laughed at him, a bright and sincere sound. Despite himself, he loved it.
"They will need me in the kitchen. Nice to meet you, sir."
"I hope to see you soon, Melisande."
He walked away from the scene, quite confused. Was this the reason why he could never visit Rivendell. Because his future wife stayed here? He had to find Aragorn and ask for an explanation. Did he know about this? What game did his father play?
"Estel! Aragorn, where are you?!"
"Would you keep quiet, master Elf? I may not have elven hearing but I am not deaf."
"Did you know of this?"
Aragorn came closer to his protégé and felt the rage inside the normally so calm Elf.
"Legolas, what is wrong? Are you so impatient to leave?"
"I have just met my future wife."
Aragorn laughed. He had sensed something was off tonight, but he couldn't lay his finger on it.
"In love so soon, my friend? Congratulations are in order then? What are you talking about?"
"It was like I said, I have met my future wife. Apparently this marriage is arranged a long time ago and she was sent here for her educations so I wouldn't know about her."
"Being a prince has its obligations. You just have found out one of them. We aren't allowed to choose, Legolas. Why not get to know her, now that you have the chance? You might get pleasantly surprised."
"Oh great! A king's command! I don't see that you have any problems with your heritage, Aragorn of Arathorn. You don't even choose your own race!"
Normally Aragorn would never have had the chance to throw Legolas on the ground, but this time he was faster. Even Legolas' elven speed was not enough when Aragorn had the sword to his throat.
"You are in no position to talk about my duties, prince Legolas. What did you do in your thousands years of existence? I have only one mortal life and I intend to use it. I do not want to regret one single thing. Don't speak so boldly about things you do not know off."
Although he looked and spoke completely calm, Legolas knew the temperament of his friend.
"It was not to offend you, Estel. I am just outraged about the way my father has obviously treated me." "Give him a reason to treat you as an equal then." Aragorn answered while he put his sword away and helped Legolas up.
"I will."
The two parted and both felt a slight confusion. But Legolas had made his decision, he was gone the next morning.