***
It had been five long days, Loswen had not spoken to Legolas, he was fretting beyond all belief.
Legolas sat staring out of the window and looked at her talking with Glorfindel. She smiled, he sighed. Legolas heard someone approach, he tensed, a familiar voice spoke,
"Do not worry, Master Elf, it is only a weary ranger." Aragorn said, "what troubles the Prince of Mirkwood?"
"The Princess of Mirkwood," Legolas replied softly.
"She still doesn't speak to you?"
"Nay, she seems to prefer the company of Glorfindel, how could I have messed up so? Surely there must be some part of her that understands why I must do this?"
"Aye, she understands, but she is only a young bride afraid to loose her husband"
"We have been married long than you have been alive, Aragorn"
"Yet in elven years, she is younger than me."
"What would you have me do? I have only a few days before we depart and I must go."
"Talk to her, she knows why she must go, but as time is something you don't have, talk"
*
Loswen sat talking to Glorfindel, never had she met someone so light-hearted, not since a certain elf, two hundred years ago. Glorfindel made her laugh, and made her think about things. The best part was his age, he was old and had seen so many things. He had done what she yearned to do. He told her of the south, the lands near Mordor, snow was rare there, evil lurked there, she had decided perhaps she would leave travelling to the southern lands to a time when she was guarded by many elves. Her temper had cooled and she almost felt ready to talk to Legolas. She knew he had to go and not talking to him was wasting perhaps some of the last time they would have together.
Legolas surely could read her mind, because he approached. Glorfindel looked at her, smiled, got up and left. Legolas sat down.
He went to open his mouth to speak, but before he could she placed a finger over his lips. "I know what you have to say," she told him, "I know it cannot be changed, but why dwell on these thoughts in the time that we have left…we should be enjoying this time."
Legolas slowly nodded. She reached over to kiss him and led him to their room.
*
The day had finally arrived, Legolas was leaving, tears slid down Loswen's face, knowing that this might very well be the last time she ever saw her husband, she wished that she had a child that could comfort her at times like these. Something to remind her of Legolas. She sighed and hugged Legolas, she never wanted to let go.
Elrond was saying something, probably something very simple in a dramatic voice. And that was it, they were gone.
Loswen turned and buried her head in Glorfindel's chest. This gained, from the onlookers some suspicious glances. Loswen was not to return immediately to Mirkwood, Rivendell, she felt, brought her more peace than Mirkwood and all its memories of Legolas ever could. Loswen knew of the perils of the journey from Legolas himself, had he not said, ' "I would not wish it on anyone to be with the ones that must go." ' Yet he had gone himself.
Loswen wept as if Legolas were already dead; Loswen wished for, at times like these, close friends. She had never really had any close friends, her mother had been her confidant until she had been killed and after her mother, Legolas who was now gone.
Days of crying turned into weeks, until finally she realised something. She did have someone to confide in, someone to go to seek solace, she had Glorfindel. And that's what she did, sought solace in Glorfindel. With all of Loswen's longing for Legolas, her longing for something to remind her of him, someone to love and to love her in return, this combination, to someone with a clear mind, could result in nothing but disaster. A joyful disaster (a little bundle of joyful disaster...), but disaster nonetheless.
A/N ok, well, you see, I really like the idea that unless the mother wants a child she can't become pregnant, I can't remember where I picked it up from. But yeah, it really seemed good and fitted, so, err, yeah. (who ever it is, sorry for borrowing it, just, yeah, fitted *sheepish smile*)
It had been five long days, Loswen had not spoken to Legolas, he was fretting beyond all belief.
Legolas sat staring out of the window and looked at her talking with Glorfindel. She smiled, he sighed. Legolas heard someone approach, he tensed, a familiar voice spoke,
"Do not worry, Master Elf, it is only a weary ranger." Aragorn said, "what troubles the Prince of Mirkwood?"
"The Princess of Mirkwood," Legolas replied softly.
"She still doesn't speak to you?"
"Nay, she seems to prefer the company of Glorfindel, how could I have messed up so? Surely there must be some part of her that understands why I must do this?"
"Aye, she understands, but she is only a young bride afraid to loose her husband"
"We have been married long than you have been alive, Aragorn"
"Yet in elven years, she is younger than me."
"What would you have me do? I have only a few days before we depart and I must go."
"Talk to her, she knows why she must go, but as time is something you don't have, talk"
*
Loswen sat talking to Glorfindel, never had she met someone so light-hearted, not since a certain elf, two hundred years ago. Glorfindel made her laugh, and made her think about things. The best part was his age, he was old and had seen so many things. He had done what she yearned to do. He told her of the south, the lands near Mordor, snow was rare there, evil lurked there, she had decided perhaps she would leave travelling to the southern lands to a time when she was guarded by many elves. Her temper had cooled and she almost felt ready to talk to Legolas. She knew he had to go and not talking to him was wasting perhaps some of the last time they would have together.
Legolas surely could read her mind, because he approached. Glorfindel looked at her, smiled, got up and left. Legolas sat down.
He went to open his mouth to speak, but before he could she placed a finger over his lips. "I know what you have to say," she told him, "I know it cannot be changed, but why dwell on these thoughts in the time that we have left…we should be enjoying this time."
Legolas slowly nodded. She reached over to kiss him and led him to their room.
*
The day had finally arrived, Legolas was leaving, tears slid down Loswen's face, knowing that this might very well be the last time she ever saw her husband, she wished that she had a child that could comfort her at times like these. Something to remind her of Legolas. She sighed and hugged Legolas, she never wanted to let go.
Elrond was saying something, probably something very simple in a dramatic voice. And that was it, they were gone.
Loswen turned and buried her head in Glorfindel's chest. This gained, from the onlookers some suspicious glances. Loswen was not to return immediately to Mirkwood, Rivendell, she felt, brought her more peace than Mirkwood and all its memories of Legolas ever could. Loswen knew of the perils of the journey from Legolas himself, had he not said, ' "I would not wish it on anyone to be with the ones that must go." ' Yet he had gone himself.
Loswen wept as if Legolas were already dead; Loswen wished for, at times like these, close friends. She had never really had any close friends, her mother had been her confidant until she had been killed and after her mother, Legolas who was now gone.
Days of crying turned into weeks, until finally she realised something. She did have someone to confide in, someone to go to seek solace, she had Glorfindel. And that's what she did, sought solace in Glorfindel. With all of Loswen's longing for Legolas, her longing for something to remind her of him, someone to love and to love her in return, this combination, to someone with a clear mind, could result in nothing but disaster. A joyful disaster (a little bundle of joyful disaster...), but disaster nonetheless.
A/N ok, well, you see, I really like the idea that unless the mother wants a child she can't become pregnant, I can't remember where I picked it up from. But yeah, it really seemed good and fitted, so, err, yeah. (who ever it is, sorry for borrowing it, just, yeah, fitted *sheepish smile*)