2500 years passed the lovers like fleeting seconds of a dream. Their love grew like none before and they saw only bliss.
The colours of the leaves became red and orange, when the setting sun shone through them it created the illusion of fire. A silhouette of two people stood out in the distance.
"Why do you have to go, can't someone else go?"
"My father told me that I have to go to the Council of Elrond, it is important"
"Why can't he go, I don't want you to go"
"I do not want to leave you alone here, but I must leave"
"How long will you be?"
"I don't know, I will send a message to you when I find out"
"Promise that you will return as soon as it is possible"
"I promise"
He wrapped his arms around her in a warm and loving embrace and she wept gently.
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Legolas kissed Lalaithwen lightly on her rose coloured lips and mounted his horse.
"Farewell, I shall return to you my love"
As the prince rode into the distance, tears like dew rolled down Lalaithwen's cheeks.
"Namarie" She called "May the grace of the Valar protect you"
The colours of the leaves became red and orange, when the setting sun shone through them it created the illusion of fire. A silhouette of two people stood out in the distance.
"Why do you have to go, can't someone else go?"
"My father told me that I have to go to the Council of Elrond, it is important"
"Why can't he go, I don't want you to go"
"I do not want to leave you alone here, but I must leave"
"How long will you be?"
"I don't know, I will send a message to you when I find out"
"Promise that you will return as soon as it is possible"
"I promise"
He wrapped his arms around her in a warm and loving embrace and she wept gently.
*****************************************************************************************************************************
Legolas kissed Lalaithwen lightly on her rose coloured lips and mounted his horse.
"Farewell, I shall return to you my love"
As the prince rode into the distance, tears like dew rolled down Lalaithwen's cheeks.
"Namarie" She called "May the grace of the Valar protect you"
