DISCLAIMER: I do not have any delusions about owning any of Tolkien's
characters. I only own mine. *sigh* why can't Legolas be mine?
REFLECTIONS
Legolas collapsed in the quiet dark of his leafy retreat. The only sound audible in the night was the rustle of the leaves that hid him. His body was at ease, but his heart was tormented by the thought of the tortures that his unknowing love might be enduring. 'Stop.' He thought. 'You don't have to make it hurt any worse. She doesn't love you, and never will. She is where she belongs. Elrohir will be good to her. I can't deliver the life that she has become accustomed to, or the comfort of Elrond's house. I all I can offer is love. My love though, cannot be worth anything. I have spent this age alone. Another disappointment will not crush me further. I am great only in war and held in regard only for the duties I perform. ' Duty. The word had become a bitter taste in his mouth. It was his reason for rising in the morning, and for anything that was required from him. There was no other way that he could live and not fade. He was by nature, loving. He found it very.difficult; indeed that he could love and remain unfulfilled and alone. Legolas was not vain, but he was aware of his beauty. Despite that, he could not catch the attentions of any elvish lady. Even his attempts to woo Eowyn of Rohan had proved fruitless. The shield-maiden has eyes for only Aragorn, and later Faramir. 'Why?' 'I don't understand' If it had not been for his sense of duty, the very thing that he despised and required most in himself, he would have faded. His elvish passions were too many, and too strong to go thus far unrequited, without the constant activity of war. Without fighting in the struggles of others, he would hot have been able to endure his own internal battles. 'Edetra, have you ever thought of me at all?' Tears poured from his aqua eyes and spilled into the crystal pool on the forest floor below. Sorrow wracked his body; the pain he felt deep within seem like to break him apart. 'Death. Peace. What more do I have?' 'I was content to love. What I loved is gone' 'Destruction is all I have left; destroy my life and fade with the setting sun. An immortal life is nothing without love; nothing is left for me here. When I am returned with Elrohir and Edetra, my time will be finished. There is nothing left for me now.' 'When the elves leave middle earth, and Evenstar is gone, I will have no loyalties left to this life, or to any other. I will travel to the hinterlands of the east and fade, alone, as I am meant to be'
Alone on the balcony watching the stars, Galadriel heard the melancholy thoughts of the Mirkwood prince. The gloom and fervency of his innermost emotions brought a single crystal tear to her eye.
'Why can't I tell him?"
Alone she wept for Legolas.
REFLECTIONS
Legolas collapsed in the quiet dark of his leafy retreat. The only sound audible in the night was the rustle of the leaves that hid him. His body was at ease, but his heart was tormented by the thought of the tortures that his unknowing love might be enduring. 'Stop.' He thought. 'You don't have to make it hurt any worse. She doesn't love you, and never will. She is where she belongs. Elrohir will be good to her. I can't deliver the life that she has become accustomed to, or the comfort of Elrond's house. I all I can offer is love. My love though, cannot be worth anything. I have spent this age alone. Another disappointment will not crush me further. I am great only in war and held in regard only for the duties I perform. ' Duty. The word had become a bitter taste in his mouth. It was his reason for rising in the morning, and for anything that was required from him. There was no other way that he could live and not fade. He was by nature, loving. He found it very.difficult; indeed that he could love and remain unfulfilled and alone. Legolas was not vain, but he was aware of his beauty. Despite that, he could not catch the attentions of any elvish lady. Even his attempts to woo Eowyn of Rohan had proved fruitless. The shield-maiden has eyes for only Aragorn, and later Faramir. 'Why?' 'I don't understand' If it had not been for his sense of duty, the very thing that he despised and required most in himself, he would have faded. His elvish passions were too many, and too strong to go thus far unrequited, without the constant activity of war. Without fighting in the struggles of others, he would hot have been able to endure his own internal battles. 'Edetra, have you ever thought of me at all?' Tears poured from his aqua eyes and spilled into the crystal pool on the forest floor below. Sorrow wracked his body; the pain he felt deep within seem like to break him apart. 'Death. Peace. What more do I have?' 'I was content to love. What I loved is gone' 'Destruction is all I have left; destroy my life and fade with the setting sun. An immortal life is nothing without love; nothing is left for me here. When I am returned with Elrohir and Edetra, my time will be finished. There is nothing left for me now.' 'When the elves leave middle earth, and Evenstar is gone, I will have no loyalties left to this life, or to any other. I will travel to the hinterlands of the east and fade, alone, as I am meant to be'
Alone on the balcony watching the stars, Galadriel heard the melancholy thoughts of the Mirkwood prince. The gloom and fervency of his innermost emotions brought a single crystal tear to her eye.
'Why can't I tell him?"
Alone she wept for Legolas.