((Author's note: well here it is… The sequel to Corner of Your Eye…And I'm sorry it's short! I wanted to get the prologue up as soon as I could. The 1st chapter should follow in a few days so hang tight. Thanx for all your support and wonderful reviews on "Corner of Your Eye" and I hope you will enjoy this one just as much.))
This is the sequel to my other story "Corner of Your Eye". If you don't read that one first…you will have no idea what heck is going on.
This is dedicated to my sister…cuz she asked for it.
Disclaimer: I own my Polish Lord of the Rings magazine!!!!! (thanx again, Woo!!!) A/U
Dreams Fade with the Dawn
Prolouge:
Gondor was a land of proud people. From the tall towers made of stone with silken banners to the dirty streets filled with an assortment of people and goods, it was the hubbub of all human activity; for that matter, all of Middle Earth. Every man, woman, child, dwarf, hobbit, and elf seemed to pass through Minas Tirith's gates once a month. Except…
"My Lord?"
Aragorn tore himself away from the clear window at the voice of the servant girl. "Yes?" he questioned softly.
"Your wife wishes to speak to you, my Lord. She asked me to come and find you." The young girl curtsied again, keeping her head respectfully bowed before the king of men.
Standing to his feet, he waved a lazy hand in her direction. "Inform her that I shall meet her in the dining room. It is almost lunch time anyways," he said softly, glancing back out the window.
She nodded but did not leave.
"Anything else, Marèn?" the king asked with hint of tiredness.
The young girl blushed profusely at this, finding the stone floor very interesting. "I wish to enquire," she fumbled for a moment, "are you well, my Lord? You have been up here all day and you seem so tired…and…and…" she paused and her face flushed more crimson. "I am sorry, Majesty. I shall beg your leave now." Marèn began to back out of the room.
Aragorn chuckled lightly. "It is fine, Marèn. I thank you for your concern. I am well. Just worried about some of the things that a king must worry about." He forced a smile down at her. "Now go tell Queen Arwen what I said."
The girl bowed hastily and flew from the room.
Watching her go, Aragorn sat back upon the plush window seat as his eyes were once again drawn towards the window and the bustling streets of his city.
"Three years," he murmured. "Some days, it seems like an age and other days it seems like yesterday. Either way, it is hard to believe it has now been three years since he last stood by my side."
Aragorn closed his eyes and he could almost see the Elven warrior standing beside him with his sharp eyes peering into the distant reaches of Middle Earth. But in his heart he still felt the void.
Not much had changed in the years since Legolas had left. Aragorn still looked the same, his Numenorian blood serving him well. His hair was still the dark thatch it had been in his younger, wilder days but now it had a tamed, clean-cut look to it. His muscles were still strong and firm and his hands were still steady.
No, not much had changed at all.
Leaning his forehead against the window, Aragorn's eyes of their own will searched the streets once again for the blonde warrior. He could not help it. Every time his eyes caught sight a blonde elf, he would think it was Legolas until a closer examination proved differently.
When Arwen saw this, she would give him a sad smile and shake her head. She had given up hope that Legolas would ever return to Aragorn's side. For the first months, she would offer her husband comfort but as the months wore on, even Arwen's fathomless patience began to run low.
Aragorn could remember the bitter fight that had lasted for over a week at his continued assurance that Legolas would return. When Arwen had thrown him out of the bedroom he had ran to Eowyn's side, despite the fact that she was married to Faramir. She had comforted him through the night, even thought Aragorn could see that her eyes held no hope for Legolas's return. Aragorn had hated it, he considered Legolas his best friend and he found himself repulsed by the fact that the woman that had supposedly "loved" his friend had given up so quickly.
That had been almost a year ago. Aragorn still held the hope but it was fading fast.
Slowly, Aragorn turned to go to the dining room and meet Arwen.
The dirty streets of the city bustled by unnoticing the King's departure. All ran smoothly as it had always done. For no one seemed to notice the absence of Prince Legolas Greenleaf.
((Next chapter: Legolas returns…hopefully….lol…thanx for reading!))
