Chapter 5
Later that night
Legolas took a walk around the premises of the palace. Never had he met such a beautiful elf, but why couldn't he stop thinking about her? Legolas shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He rounded the corner and saw a figure in white, with her back towards him, silhouetted against the moonlight. He stopped and walked softly, as to not disturb her. She didn't notice his presence beside her because she stood with her eyes closed, a smile on her face, looking in her own heart and listening to what nature had to say. A wind whistled and she breathed the fresh, clean air deeply and sighed. Only when she opened her eyes did she notice the elf standing at her side. She turned her head and found herself looking up at Legolas. She smiled and dipped her head slightly.
"Good evening, Legolas," Pheraearwen said. "It is a beautiful night isn't it?" "Yes, milady, it is," Legolas said, almost forgetting to speak as he found himself getting lost in her eyes. Suddenly he snapped back into reality as the eyes all of a sudden held a hint of sharpness. "I am truly sorry, I meant to say Pheraearwen," he quickly corrected himself, making Pheraearwen laugh. "It is all right, mellon nin," Pheraearwen said, her eyes twinkling. "I must go now, for I feel weary from my travels. Good night, Legolas," she said as she turned and walked back towards the palace. "Good night," Legolas said softly. Looking at the retreating figure. He watched a second longer, and turned to look up at the moon. "Good evening, my friend," Estel said, approaching Legolas from the side. "What is on your mind?" "If I knew, Estel, I would surely tell you," Legolas said, turning towards his friend. "Alas I know not what I think or what I feel. Tell me, what is it like when you look upon Lady Arwen?" "Why do you ask, my friend?" Aragorn asked, raising his eyebrow. The two had been talking in Sindarian, but understood each other as if they were speaking in Common. "I was just curious," Legolas said evasively. "So what does it feel like?" "I feel as though there is no one else in the world, and that I could look into her eyes forever," Estel said, a glazed look coming over him. Legolas and Aragorn stood there for a moment, silently, staring up at the moon, though neither really saw it. "Is it Pheraearwen, Legolas?" Legolas looked over at his friend. He remembered when they had met when Aragorn was about 10. Now, at 30, Aragorn was a full grown man, but still a child in Legolas' eyes, who was now over 2, 000. "I do not know what I am feeling, Estel," Legolas said truthfully. "This is all new to me." Legolas sighed, "I all of a sudden feel a wave of weariness. I think I'll retire to my room now. Good night, my friend." Aragorn nodded and watched his friend go back towards the palace. Aragorn stood out there a little longer, filing through his memories and moment longer and turned to go back to the palace as well.
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"What am I still doing here?" Pheraearwen thought to herself. She had come to say hello to her uncle, but hadn't intended to stay for more than a day. Now, it had been over a week, and she still did not want to leave. "Why do I stay here?" She thought, but an answer had already formed in her head: Legolas. She didn't want to leave, because it meant she was leaving him as well, but she had to, eventually. Pheraearwen shook her head and looked in the mirror. "You can't feel this way, Pheraearwen," she told herself. "You live a dangerous and secretive life, and you will not drag him into it," she said, scolding her reflection. She stared at herself a moment longer with a determined looked, then got up and walked over to the sack next to her bed. She reluctantly opened it and looked into it. Inside the sack was a completely black outfit with a shroud and scarf. With a sigh, she closed the bag again, blew out the candles, and fell into a restless sleep.
Later that night
Legolas took a walk around the premises of the palace. Never had he met such a beautiful elf, but why couldn't he stop thinking about her? Legolas shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He rounded the corner and saw a figure in white, with her back towards him, silhouetted against the moonlight. He stopped and walked softly, as to not disturb her. She didn't notice his presence beside her because she stood with her eyes closed, a smile on her face, looking in her own heart and listening to what nature had to say. A wind whistled and she breathed the fresh, clean air deeply and sighed. Only when she opened her eyes did she notice the elf standing at her side. She turned her head and found herself looking up at Legolas. She smiled and dipped her head slightly.
"Good evening, Legolas," Pheraearwen said. "It is a beautiful night isn't it?" "Yes, milady, it is," Legolas said, almost forgetting to speak as he found himself getting lost in her eyes. Suddenly he snapped back into reality as the eyes all of a sudden held a hint of sharpness. "I am truly sorry, I meant to say Pheraearwen," he quickly corrected himself, making Pheraearwen laugh. "It is all right, mellon nin," Pheraearwen said, her eyes twinkling. "I must go now, for I feel weary from my travels. Good night, Legolas," she said as she turned and walked back towards the palace. "Good night," Legolas said softly. Looking at the retreating figure. He watched a second longer, and turned to look up at the moon. "Good evening, my friend," Estel said, approaching Legolas from the side. "What is on your mind?" "If I knew, Estel, I would surely tell you," Legolas said, turning towards his friend. "Alas I know not what I think or what I feel. Tell me, what is it like when you look upon Lady Arwen?" "Why do you ask, my friend?" Aragorn asked, raising his eyebrow. The two had been talking in Sindarian, but understood each other as if they were speaking in Common. "I was just curious," Legolas said evasively. "So what does it feel like?" "I feel as though there is no one else in the world, and that I could look into her eyes forever," Estel said, a glazed look coming over him. Legolas and Aragorn stood there for a moment, silently, staring up at the moon, though neither really saw it. "Is it Pheraearwen, Legolas?" Legolas looked over at his friend. He remembered when they had met when Aragorn was about 10. Now, at 30, Aragorn was a full grown man, but still a child in Legolas' eyes, who was now over 2, 000. "I do not know what I am feeling, Estel," Legolas said truthfully. "This is all new to me." Legolas sighed, "I all of a sudden feel a wave of weariness. I think I'll retire to my room now. Good night, my friend." Aragorn nodded and watched his friend go back towards the palace. Aragorn stood out there a little longer, filing through his memories and moment longer and turned to go back to the palace as well.
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"What am I still doing here?" Pheraearwen thought to herself. She had come to say hello to her uncle, but hadn't intended to stay for more than a day. Now, it had been over a week, and she still did not want to leave. "Why do I stay here?" She thought, but an answer had already formed in her head: Legolas. She didn't want to leave, because it meant she was leaving him as well, but she had to, eventually. Pheraearwen shook her head and looked in the mirror. "You can't feel this way, Pheraearwen," she told herself. "You live a dangerous and secretive life, and you will not drag him into it," she said, scolding her reflection. She stared at herself a moment longer with a determined looked, then got up and walked over to the sack next to her bed. She reluctantly opened it and looked into it. Inside the sack was a completely black outfit with a shroud and scarf. With a sigh, she closed the bag again, blew out the candles, and fell into a restless sleep.