Legolas's Evenstar
Type : LOTR
Rating : Not rated yet ( I don't know how this will turn out as time goes on )
Summary : Ages have gone by and Legolas is alone with his kind. He wants more.
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Tinaldon and Legolas bunched into the room nosily. The twins helped Hewen out of her room into the living quarters. She saw that sickly gray elf lying on her comfort chair. "His eyes!" She gasped.
Legolas looked at the elf's striking yellow eyes for the first time. " Brannon nin! How do you have such eyes?!"
The elf, having not yet noticed Hewen babbled on, "It is a trait in my family. The eyes would have themselves change colors with the owner's emotion... feelings... I am in a rather sickly mood. Leave me be you wretched thing of an elf! ARGH! Already I'm slipping back into that damned tongue! I'm a damned Ame-"
"Watch your tongue in front of the High Queen Galadriel and my ward, Hewen. Ladies do not appreciate your tone of voice." Legolas said holding his wounded arm carefully.
Hewen finally noticed his wound and became protective of her adopted father. Rushing over to his side she took a look at his wound betraying her own statement that had sent him away.
Legolas looked down at Hewen in shock. He kept his face clean of expression but his inside turned with delight. Whatever he had said after he had seen her last didn't matter. He loved her and nothing was going to change that. He didn't care about lusting after her when she was a mere child.
Love held no boundary for race, species, or age. Legolas smiled softly as she fused over his wound. "Tinaldon! How did he get this?" Hewen finally stated.
Tinaldon shrugged, "He has yet to tell me the truth better said. He claims I shot him but I did no such thing!" Legolas nodded looking towards the stranger again noticing his now, gray eyes on him.
"I was shot by someone who looks likes you. Perhaps you saw him... Tinondel?" Legolas said glaring at the stranger.
"Nameless One. I'll keep that name. You'll know me as Tinondel. I got to you when I heard you fall. When I got there all I saw was a spot of white grass. I'd say your attacker was some kind of shape shifter, if your friend didn't attack you but he looked like him." Tinondel shrugged.
Legolas nodded, "Well I am okay. Tinaldon is alright and I hear the babe getting restless perhaps you should tend to him." Legolas turned smiling to Tinaldon.
Within a week the midwife and healer deemed Hewen fine again.
Legolas told Tinaldon to take his cottage in the Valley of the Forest and live there to his heart's content. He took his new baby son in the dark of night. Hewen cried the next day, yet made herself not follow him.
Galadriel commanded Legolas to stay with Hewen till her last dying breathe before she herself left with the midwife and healer.
The twins left quietly and wordlessly with their father's body. No one died of grief in the following months.
Tinondel asked Hewen if he could stay with Legolas and Hewen. She agreed wordlessly already forgetting Elrond's wishes in the surprise of a new and strange elf.
By the following year Hewen came down with a nasty fever and was bed ridden. Legolas began to feel his power and strength for living ebb away with her.
Tinondel calmly sat in a chair in Hewen's room and stared.
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OOOoooooooooooooo. Angsty enough for you? ^_^ I'll write the next chapter soon. My muse (all uh... 2...1... 2... 1... 6 of them are stripping so this will work out fine! SHAKE THAT BUTT RIKU!)
D-Chan
