A/N: Not much longer I'm afraid.

ElvenPrincess-Gwenedh- Thank you about the name, nice mental image isn't it?

legolas' sweetie- Very glad you enjoyed it, and I do hope this meets with your approval.

On with the show

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A gull calls over the city as I teach your son to handle a bow. It tears my heart to hear the calling of the sea, it shall not be much longer, not in the scheme of time. I continue to feel the torture this life causes me. I kneel beside your young son as teach him to shoot and I feel my heart rend to look on him, for in him I see you Estel, certainly, but I see her as well. He looks on me as he often does when I loose myself in thought, as if I should break if he inquires indelicately. "Legolas? Why are you always so sad when you look upon me?"

Clever child, so like his father. "I do not mean to little one, and I am sorry if it hurts you. You simply remind me of how much I have left by the wayside in this life."

He takes my hand, "Nothing is ever truly forsaken unless you never seek it."

"But some things we wish to seek we have no right to. I will endeavor to see past my hurt when I look on you little one, you know I love you, but that which you remind me of can never be mine."

"I know, but that doesn't mean you are alone in wishing it," With that the prince, my little one though he is almost a man, ran back into the citadel and left me to sit under the tree and listen to the gull as I tried to think. What could my little one have meant by that? Does he know what I feel for his father? Does he give other meaning to my sadness? But then he descends the steps again dragging you along behind him Estel, and I'm sure now he knows for I can almost feel the light in my eyes when you are near and the hurt of Arwen is not. He asks you to watch him practice the craft I have taught him, and he seems again so young. You watch with pride and happiness in your eyes. He glances at me as if to remind you it is my industry that taught him such craft and you stride the scant distance to my side. "You have taught him well Legolas, and in more than just archery, he shall be a fine King if he follows the wisdom you have taught him."

"Nay Elessar, he will be a fine King because he is your son, and he has grown in your image, strong of mind and will as well as body, a healer as well as a warrior, fair and just above all."

"My true strength always lay in knowing who to trust Legolas, and Eldarion trusts you above all others, even myself," You tell me softly before calling to the little one again, "We must away to dinner Eldarion, please Legolas, join us, just this once."

My treacherous heart makes me nod and follow you, despite the hurt it shall cause to look upon you sitting at Arwen's side.