***seen from Legolas's point of view***
***I thought it was about time we hear from him, as all we have heard are
the thoughts of Princess Eden. But what does he think of all this? I hope
y'all like this, I also plan to do some chapters in the form of letters
between the lovers***
I rode on with the other elves who had agreed to accompany me on this long journey to Rivendell. I had calculated that it would take a few days and night at least. The letter Eden had entrusted to me was carried in my breast pocket, closest to my heart. I patted it, making sure it still lay there.
I looked at the road ahead - look was the word. I was looking but not seeing. All I could see was the tear-strewn face of my lover, Eden. How my heart ached for her. I shifted uncomfortably on the saddle of my horse. I did not know how I was going to get through the coming weeks and months, for a quest baed around the Ring of Power would surely take as long.
I wondered who I would be travelling with. Good people, I hoped. I did not care whether they were other elves or not. For once and for all, I wished to have races united. I had heard of Aragorn and Arwen - their love for each other was as great as the dark sky above. That was how I felt about Eden. And if they had made it this far, decades at least - then there was hope for Eden and I.
"Where to now, my Lord?" Ridran, an elf riding alongside me, asked. I realized with quite a shock that I had led them off the beaten path. I hadn't realized that they were following me lead. Thoughts of Eden had distracted me a fair bit.
"I apologize. I seem to have led you the wrong way."
We continued along the right path, following the map. But all I culd think abut was the smell of her hair, the way her eyes looked in the moonlight. Several times I must admit that I seriously thought about turning back, and going to her.
What would happen if her father made her marry that despicable Prince of Clothden? I knew that I would fight all the way for her. She wanted a union with me as badly as I wanted it with her. I knew in my heart that if she joined with Clothden I wold go to the castle myself and kill him before he laid a hand on her. Eden, my beautiful Eden. As sweet as her name.
"Is everything well, my Lord Legolas?"
I turn to look at Tierna, another elf who is coming with me to Rivendell. She has other reasons - she has family there, and her long term partner, Eagelti, has proposed. Her face is practically glowing. I see that look on Eden's face every time we see each other, in the corridors, on pillows side by side, anywhere. It has only been hours and already I feel as if one half of me is missing.
"You're missing Princess Eden," she says. It isn't a question. Nor does it need to be.
"How did you guess?" I smile wryly.
She laughs, and it's a lovely sound. I have been friends with her for as long as I have lived. We played hide and seek together in the Woodland Realm. "Well, don't think we didn't all see you together this morning. For a Prince renowned for keeping calm, I think you were pretty close to tears!"
"I was," I admit, and my thoughts turn from the lush woodland we are walking in to the lonely castle room that Eden is probably sitting in now, crying because she fears I might never return. "I miss her so."
And I wait until I can pen my first letter to her.
I rode on with the other elves who had agreed to accompany me on this long journey to Rivendell. I had calculated that it would take a few days and night at least. The letter Eden had entrusted to me was carried in my breast pocket, closest to my heart. I patted it, making sure it still lay there.
I looked at the road ahead - look was the word. I was looking but not seeing. All I could see was the tear-strewn face of my lover, Eden. How my heart ached for her. I shifted uncomfortably on the saddle of my horse. I did not know how I was going to get through the coming weeks and months, for a quest baed around the Ring of Power would surely take as long.
I wondered who I would be travelling with. Good people, I hoped. I did not care whether they were other elves or not. For once and for all, I wished to have races united. I had heard of Aragorn and Arwen - their love for each other was as great as the dark sky above. That was how I felt about Eden. And if they had made it this far, decades at least - then there was hope for Eden and I.
"Where to now, my Lord?" Ridran, an elf riding alongside me, asked. I realized with quite a shock that I had led them off the beaten path. I hadn't realized that they were following me lead. Thoughts of Eden had distracted me a fair bit.
"I apologize. I seem to have led you the wrong way."
We continued along the right path, following the map. But all I culd think abut was the smell of her hair, the way her eyes looked in the moonlight. Several times I must admit that I seriously thought about turning back, and going to her.
What would happen if her father made her marry that despicable Prince of Clothden? I knew that I would fight all the way for her. She wanted a union with me as badly as I wanted it with her. I knew in my heart that if she joined with Clothden I wold go to the castle myself and kill him before he laid a hand on her. Eden, my beautiful Eden. As sweet as her name.
"Is everything well, my Lord Legolas?"
I turn to look at Tierna, another elf who is coming with me to Rivendell. She has other reasons - she has family there, and her long term partner, Eagelti, has proposed. Her face is practically glowing. I see that look on Eden's face every time we see each other, in the corridors, on pillows side by side, anywhere. It has only been hours and already I feel as if one half of me is missing.
"You're missing Princess Eden," she says. It isn't a question. Nor does it need to be.
"How did you guess?" I smile wryly.
She laughs, and it's a lovely sound. I have been friends with her for as long as I have lived. We played hide and seek together in the Woodland Realm. "Well, don't think we didn't all see you together this morning. For a Prince renowned for keeping calm, I think you were pretty close to tears!"
"I was," I admit, and my thoughts turn from the lush woodland we are walking in to the lonely castle room that Eden is probably sitting in now, crying because she fears I might never return. "I miss her so."
And I wait until I can pen my first letter to her.