Legolas carefully opened his eyes and looked around.He was laying on his
bed in his royal bedroom. He was finally home, as he had wanted. But, it
didn't bring him as much joy as he had expected. All he felt at that moment
was a longing in his heart for the woman he loved: Christine.
Just then, someone burst into the bedroom. Legolas started looked up to see who it was.
It was Gandalf, and he was smiling and obviously beside himself with joy. "Ah! welcome back!"
Legolas couldn't help himself and grinned, the wizard's smile was infectious.
"How are you?"
Sad that I had to leave behind the first woman I ever loved. He thought, but didn't say it.
"I am glad to be home."
Gandalf studied the Elf for a moment, then got that penetrating frown on his face that Legolas was sure had intimidated many before him.
"Your heart is not completely happy is it, Legolas Prince of Mirkwood?"
Knowing it was useless to lie to Gandalf, Legolas told the wizard the truth. "You are right, it is not."
"Whatever could make you feel this way?" he asked, then sat down on the edge of the bed.
A look of pure heartbreak settled over the Elf's face before he answered. "Christine."
"A woman? you met a woman while you were taken from us?"
Legolas nodded. "I was foolish and fell in love with her." To keep from fidgeting, Legolas preoccupied himself with taking off his quiver and finding a place to set it on the floor along with his elven blades.
Gandalf bent slightly forward, and looked the Elf straight in the eye once he was done.
"Just because you are an Elven Warrior does not mean you are immune to falling in love. It actually means you are the most vulnerable to it. As you know, a warrior's life can be lonely no matter what other position he might hold aswell. In your case, the title of Prince. So do not blame yourself. Just think of it this way, this young woman was able to allow you to love. Something that most warriors live without for all their lives. One cannot be truly whole without learning to feel it."
Legolas sighed. "But I shall always miss her."
"Ah," Gandalf gently patted his back. "That is the one thing that you must live with. But, I have a feeling you cannot bring yourself to regret loving her."
Legolas nodded. Gandalf was right. So right in fact that it sometimes was slightly eerie. But nonetheless, it was continually helpfull.
*********************ONE MONTH LATER**********************
LOCATION: Victoria, British Columbia, Canada
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Christine sat on her deck, drinking iced tea. It was a blazing 28 degrees celcious outside. Sweat trickled down her skin, dampening her clothes. But that didn't bother her at all. Her thoughts were elsewhere, as they had been for the last month.
She had been foolish to think that thoughts of the Elf would vanish one day. Instead, they stayed strong. Christine was sure that every night since Legolas had left, she had drempt about him. And in those dreams, they had done all the things that they had been denied. Soon, her heart and other parts began to ache immensely. It was amazing, Christine thought, how she felt the exact same way about him. The fire hadn't died at all...if anything, it had gotten stronger.
As she had so many times before, she wondered if he thought of her as much as she did him. Christine hoped so.
Just then, her best friend Amanda, who was visiting her for the weekend, came out to sit with her on the deck.
"Hey there. Can I talk to you?"
"Yes, of course. What's on your mind?"
"You've been...well, kind of off lately."
"Off?"
Amanda wrung her hands, thinking of a way to word what she was trying to say. "Well, like your mind is elsewhere lots of the time."
Christine contemplated telling her about Legolas. Perhaps it would help her to get over him if she talked about it.
"Well...I met someone while I was visiting my mom this summer."
"Really? what was he like? tell me everything!" Amanda said excitedly.
Christine couldn't help but smile at her friend's enthusiasum. "His name was Orlando. he was a friend of mine through college. he was visiting his family here and we ran into each other..and that's when we started falling in love."
Christine sighed as she remembered it all. Oh, how wonderful it had been. Too bad it was over.
"Anyway, he had to go back to," she thought for a moment, trying to think of a place. There was absolutely no way she could tell Amanda the truth. "Paris. That's where he lives."
"Ooh! so he's French?"
Christine smiled, thankfull her friend believed everything she had told her. "yeah."
"I'm sorry that you had to let him go, though."
"Me too," she said sadly, "Me too."
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LOCATION: Mirkwood, Middle Earth
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"Now, don't lose your focus again, Prince of Mirkwood! This is for the title you know!"
The voice of that spoke was that of Aragorn, King of Gondor. Who was watching Legolas perfect his sword-fighting for The Royal Elven Clash of Blades which was a large sword-fighting contest that all of the best entered. Today, though, Legolas was not at his best. Well, he hadn't been for the last month. His heart still ached for the woman he had left behind.
Legolas had been amazed just how empty he felt without her by his side. It was as though he was missing his other half. She haunted his thoughts and his dreams every single night and day. The Elf wasn't sure how much he could take before he fell on his knees and begged Gandalf to send him back. The thought had crossed his mind more times than he could count. But he had remained stubborn. There was no way he could just abandon everyone. He had far too much responsibility here.
After all, he was the Prince. Next in line to take the throne. If he wasn't here to take it, his homeland would fall into chaos and he couldn't let that happen.
IDIOT! IDIOT IDIOT! His heart still screamed at him anyway. Sighing in frustration, he swung his sword at the target with perfect Elven grace and sliced it in two. Applause could be heard from behind him. Apparently he had pleased Aragorn. Not that it mattered, but at least it would appease him.
"Very nice, Legolas." Aragorn said to him. "But, I can't help noticed that your heart is not completely in it. You are still thinking of the girl, are you not?"
Legolas stared at his feet, knowing he was right. The Elf Prince had told Aragorn the whole painful story a whole month earlier because he had needed someone to talk to who understood what he was going through.
"Yes. I cannot help it. I still miss her."
"Your love must have been true, then." he said, laying a gentle hand on the Elf's shoulder.
Legolas's nostrils flared. "I cannot take much more of this...surely I shall die of a broken heart." The Elf resheathed his sword.
"I know that it hurts. But it shall lessen. Just give it time."
Time, he thought sadly, that was certianly one thing he had alot of considering he was immortal. Still, he wasn't sure it would help at all. After all, Elven hearts did not heal easily.
Just then, someone burst into the bedroom. Legolas started looked up to see who it was.
It was Gandalf, and he was smiling and obviously beside himself with joy. "Ah! welcome back!"
Legolas couldn't help himself and grinned, the wizard's smile was infectious.
"How are you?"
Sad that I had to leave behind the first woman I ever loved. He thought, but didn't say it.
"I am glad to be home."
Gandalf studied the Elf for a moment, then got that penetrating frown on his face that Legolas was sure had intimidated many before him.
"Your heart is not completely happy is it, Legolas Prince of Mirkwood?"
Knowing it was useless to lie to Gandalf, Legolas told the wizard the truth. "You are right, it is not."
"Whatever could make you feel this way?" he asked, then sat down on the edge of the bed.
A look of pure heartbreak settled over the Elf's face before he answered. "Christine."
"A woman? you met a woman while you were taken from us?"
Legolas nodded. "I was foolish and fell in love with her." To keep from fidgeting, Legolas preoccupied himself with taking off his quiver and finding a place to set it on the floor along with his elven blades.
Gandalf bent slightly forward, and looked the Elf straight in the eye once he was done.
"Just because you are an Elven Warrior does not mean you are immune to falling in love. It actually means you are the most vulnerable to it. As you know, a warrior's life can be lonely no matter what other position he might hold aswell. In your case, the title of Prince. So do not blame yourself. Just think of it this way, this young woman was able to allow you to love. Something that most warriors live without for all their lives. One cannot be truly whole without learning to feel it."
Legolas sighed. "But I shall always miss her."
"Ah," Gandalf gently patted his back. "That is the one thing that you must live with. But, I have a feeling you cannot bring yourself to regret loving her."
Legolas nodded. Gandalf was right. So right in fact that it sometimes was slightly eerie. But nonetheless, it was continually helpfull.
*********************ONE MONTH LATER**********************
LOCATION: Victoria, British Columbia, Canada
********************************************************************
Christine sat on her deck, drinking iced tea. It was a blazing 28 degrees celcious outside. Sweat trickled down her skin, dampening her clothes. But that didn't bother her at all. Her thoughts were elsewhere, as they had been for the last month.
She had been foolish to think that thoughts of the Elf would vanish one day. Instead, they stayed strong. Christine was sure that every night since Legolas had left, she had drempt about him. And in those dreams, they had done all the things that they had been denied. Soon, her heart and other parts began to ache immensely. It was amazing, Christine thought, how she felt the exact same way about him. The fire hadn't died at all...if anything, it had gotten stronger.
As she had so many times before, she wondered if he thought of her as much as she did him. Christine hoped so.
Just then, her best friend Amanda, who was visiting her for the weekend, came out to sit with her on the deck.
"Hey there. Can I talk to you?"
"Yes, of course. What's on your mind?"
"You've been...well, kind of off lately."
"Off?"
Amanda wrung her hands, thinking of a way to word what she was trying to say. "Well, like your mind is elsewhere lots of the time."
Christine contemplated telling her about Legolas. Perhaps it would help her to get over him if she talked about it.
"Well...I met someone while I was visiting my mom this summer."
"Really? what was he like? tell me everything!" Amanda said excitedly.
Christine couldn't help but smile at her friend's enthusiasum. "His name was Orlando. he was a friend of mine through college. he was visiting his family here and we ran into each other..and that's when we started falling in love."
Christine sighed as she remembered it all. Oh, how wonderful it had been. Too bad it was over.
"Anyway, he had to go back to," she thought for a moment, trying to think of a place. There was absolutely no way she could tell Amanda the truth. "Paris. That's where he lives."
"Ooh! so he's French?"
Christine smiled, thankfull her friend believed everything she had told her. "yeah."
"I'm sorry that you had to let him go, though."
"Me too," she said sadly, "Me too."
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LOCATION: Mirkwood, Middle Earth
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"Now, don't lose your focus again, Prince of Mirkwood! This is for the title you know!"
The voice of that spoke was that of Aragorn, King of Gondor. Who was watching Legolas perfect his sword-fighting for The Royal Elven Clash of Blades which was a large sword-fighting contest that all of the best entered. Today, though, Legolas was not at his best. Well, he hadn't been for the last month. His heart still ached for the woman he had left behind.
Legolas had been amazed just how empty he felt without her by his side. It was as though he was missing his other half. She haunted his thoughts and his dreams every single night and day. The Elf wasn't sure how much he could take before he fell on his knees and begged Gandalf to send him back. The thought had crossed his mind more times than he could count. But he had remained stubborn. There was no way he could just abandon everyone. He had far too much responsibility here.
After all, he was the Prince. Next in line to take the throne. If he wasn't here to take it, his homeland would fall into chaos and he couldn't let that happen.
IDIOT! IDIOT IDIOT! His heart still screamed at him anyway. Sighing in frustration, he swung his sword at the target with perfect Elven grace and sliced it in two. Applause could be heard from behind him. Apparently he had pleased Aragorn. Not that it mattered, but at least it would appease him.
"Very nice, Legolas." Aragorn said to him. "But, I can't help noticed that your heart is not completely in it. You are still thinking of the girl, are you not?"
Legolas stared at his feet, knowing he was right. The Elf Prince had told Aragorn the whole painful story a whole month earlier because he had needed someone to talk to who understood what he was going through.
"Yes. I cannot help it. I still miss her."
"Your love must have been true, then." he said, laying a gentle hand on the Elf's shoulder.
Legolas's nostrils flared. "I cannot take much more of this...surely I shall die of a broken heart." The Elf resheathed his sword.
"I know that it hurts. But it shall lessen. Just give it time."
Time, he thought sadly, that was certianly one thing he had alot of considering he was immortal. Still, he wasn't sure it would help at all. After all, Elven hearts did not heal easily.