"Oh, so you do love someone?" I asked. My heart fell to somewhere around my
bellybutton. I had no chance.
"Aye, I believe I do," answered Legolas. "Whenever I look at her, my heart almost bursts for joy. The slightest movement of her hand makes my heart race, but alas! She does not love me as I do her. I have never told her, but I know it to be so." Legolas looked down again, and a sorrow filled his eyes, an unbearable sorrow. He did love someone, someone he left behind in Middle-Earth, that's why he was so sad.
"Oh, that must be awful," I replied. I couldn't think of anything else to say. How could I comfort him? I could think of nothing. "Well, how do you know she loves someone else?"
"'Tis obvious in her eyes," Legolas answered sorrowfully. "The man she loves is my friend, a splendid man, but it is not me, so I can feel no admiration for their feelings towards each other. It is awful to admit.but.I can only tell the truth.I hurts me to see them touch."
"Oh, Legolas." I said, gently putting my hand on his. Legolas looked up to me and a single tear trickled down his cheek. It was the saddest thing I had ever seen: an elf cry. The silver drop slipped down his skin. His normally fern green eyes were the colour of a storm-tossed sea. He had not cried for being ripped from his home. How much more this woman meant to him to actually make him cry! "I'm so sorry."
"Nay," replied Legolas. "Do not feel pity for me. 'Tis the last thing I want. You cannot help my feelings, the feelings of my inner heart.nay.my feelings should not hurt you. I would never want to hurt you."
"Legolas, you aren't hurting me," I said. "I am glad you felt like you could share this with me. And just for that, I'll tell you about the man I love."
Of course I meant the very man I was talking to, because there, in the moonlight of that bedroom, with that terrible tear slidding down his cheek, I fell in love with Legolas Greenleaf. My fairy tale had taken quite a turn. My prince turned out to be a commoner and my love was a true prince, Prince Legolas Greenleaf. When I saw him cry, I don't know why or how, but all thoughts of loving Peter slipped out of my mind. I thought about my journal entries.all of them said how "right" things with him felt. It never talked about feeling "perfect" as I felt with Legolas. Legolas and I were perfect together, but we could never be. It almost ripped my heart out when I reminded myself that his love was far away and that I could never be her, no matter how hard I tried, and it was wrong to tell myself that I could ever have Legolas, as much as I loved him, my love didn't matter to him.all he saw was the woman he loved.
"Yes, the man I love. Oh, he's gorgeous and regal.princely," I said. I almost laughed inside; Legolas was a prince. As I began to talk, Legolas' expression peaked, focused on me and what I was saying. "And I love him so much.I would say that you couldn't possibly understand, but maybe you can.ya.I think you can. When I look at him, I just melt." I looked into Legolas eyes, which were slowly returning to their normal colour. Changing eye-colour must be another thing of elfin magic.
"Aye, I believe that I can understand," replied Legolas. His eyes seemed to be unfocused, as though he could see the woman in front of him. "This woman I love, she makes my heart sing.and oh.how I wish her heart would sing with mine, but it belongs to another man. If it did not belong to my friend, I would try to steal it away, but no.it is wrong to think such."
"No," I said to Legolas. "No, don't give up.you can't. Maybe she loves! Maybe you don't know the truth! Maybe you're only imagining that she loves your friend!"
"Nay, I know." replied Legolas.
"Legolas, for me, please try to win her heart when you see her and you think the time is right," I said. I had to see Legolas happy, even though I knew it wouldn't be with me. I couldn't stand to see the tears in his eyes, his heart being wrenched open right in front of me. I was starting to cry, but I fought it back. "Please, don't give up.I bet she loves you, maybe even more than you love her.I don't know if that's possible, but don't just give up. Stranger things have happened!" Legolas looked at me, studying my face. I felt like he could see straight though me, that he could read me like a book, my heart, my feelings for him.surely he saw.
"You wish for me to try to win her heart?" he asked, as though he had thought that it was evil, but now he was being given permission.
"Yes!" I answered. "Yes! Win it! Win her! And then take her in your arms and.and." I broke down sobbing. Legolas quickly pulled me to him and held me against him. I knew that that was exactly what I desired so badly to do.what I wanted so badly to do to Legolas, to win him, but I couldn't, I never could.
"Sydney, my dear friend," he said, "do not cry.I cannot bear to see you cry." I pulled away from his shoulder. I couldn't take his comfort, no, I couldn't take comfort from the man I loved when his shoulder that I was crying into, his body, his heart, his soul belonged to another woman.
"G'night," I said, turning my back and leaving the room. I crossed the hallway and went into my own room, shutting the door behind me and sinking down against it, crying harder than I had ever cried before. My heart belonged to a man who didn't even have his own, having given it to another woman.I had fallen in love with a prince who already loved a princess and here I was a town maid, barely even worth his glance.I sobbed harder into my knees, pulling them tightly against my chest with my folded arms.
Finally, I managed to get my bearings and slowly, shakily stood up. I walked to my mirror and looked at myself. I couldn't even stand to see my face! I turned away. What a wretch I was to let myself fall in love with another woman's man! To ever think of stealing his heart for my own! To hold it against the world! To let myself fall for a man I could never have.to cry for a man that was never mine.never would be mine.never could be mine.to cry for a heart that wasn't mine.when that very heart cried for another.
"Aye, I believe I do," answered Legolas. "Whenever I look at her, my heart almost bursts for joy. The slightest movement of her hand makes my heart race, but alas! She does not love me as I do her. I have never told her, but I know it to be so." Legolas looked down again, and a sorrow filled his eyes, an unbearable sorrow. He did love someone, someone he left behind in Middle-Earth, that's why he was so sad.
"Oh, that must be awful," I replied. I couldn't think of anything else to say. How could I comfort him? I could think of nothing. "Well, how do you know she loves someone else?"
"'Tis obvious in her eyes," Legolas answered sorrowfully. "The man she loves is my friend, a splendid man, but it is not me, so I can feel no admiration for their feelings towards each other. It is awful to admit.but.I can only tell the truth.I hurts me to see them touch."
"Oh, Legolas." I said, gently putting my hand on his. Legolas looked up to me and a single tear trickled down his cheek. It was the saddest thing I had ever seen: an elf cry. The silver drop slipped down his skin. His normally fern green eyes were the colour of a storm-tossed sea. He had not cried for being ripped from his home. How much more this woman meant to him to actually make him cry! "I'm so sorry."
"Nay," replied Legolas. "Do not feel pity for me. 'Tis the last thing I want. You cannot help my feelings, the feelings of my inner heart.nay.my feelings should not hurt you. I would never want to hurt you."
"Legolas, you aren't hurting me," I said. "I am glad you felt like you could share this with me. And just for that, I'll tell you about the man I love."
Of course I meant the very man I was talking to, because there, in the moonlight of that bedroom, with that terrible tear slidding down his cheek, I fell in love with Legolas Greenleaf. My fairy tale had taken quite a turn. My prince turned out to be a commoner and my love was a true prince, Prince Legolas Greenleaf. When I saw him cry, I don't know why or how, but all thoughts of loving Peter slipped out of my mind. I thought about my journal entries.all of them said how "right" things with him felt. It never talked about feeling "perfect" as I felt with Legolas. Legolas and I were perfect together, but we could never be. It almost ripped my heart out when I reminded myself that his love was far away and that I could never be her, no matter how hard I tried, and it was wrong to tell myself that I could ever have Legolas, as much as I loved him, my love didn't matter to him.all he saw was the woman he loved.
"Yes, the man I love. Oh, he's gorgeous and regal.princely," I said. I almost laughed inside; Legolas was a prince. As I began to talk, Legolas' expression peaked, focused on me and what I was saying. "And I love him so much.I would say that you couldn't possibly understand, but maybe you can.ya.I think you can. When I look at him, I just melt." I looked into Legolas eyes, which were slowly returning to their normal colour. Changing eye-colour must be another thing of elfin magic.
"Aye, I believe that I can understand," replied Legolas. His eyes seemed to be unfocused, as though he could see the woman in front of him. "This woman I love, she makes my heart sing.and oh.how I wish her heart would sing with mine, but it belongs to another man. If it did not belong to my friend, I would try to steal it away, but no.it is wrong to think such."
"No," I said to Legolas. "No, don't give up.you can't. Maybe she loves! Maybe you don't know the truth! Maybe you're only imagining that she loves your friend!"
"Nay, I know." replied Legolas.
"Legolas, for me, please try to win her heart when you see her and you think the time is right," I said. I had to see Legolas happy, even though I knew it wouldn't be with me. I couldn't stand to see the tears in his eyes, his heart being wrenched open right in front of me. I was starting to cry, but I fought it back. "Please, don't give up.I bet she loves you, maybe even more than you love her.I don't know if that's possible, but don't just give up. Stranger things have happened!" Legolas looked at me, studying my face. I felt like he could see straight though me, that he could read me like a book, my heart, my feelings for him.surely he saw.
"You wish for me to try to win her heart?" he asked, as though he had thought that it was evil, but now he was being given permission.
"Yes!" I answered. "Yes! Win it! Win her! And then take her in your arms and.and." I broke down sobbing. Legolas quickly pulled me to him and held me against him. I knew that that was exactly what I desired so badly to do.what I wanted so badly to do to Legolas, to win him, but I couldn't, I never could.
"Sydney, my dear friend," he said, "do not cry.I cannot bear to see you cry." I pulled away from his shoulder. I couldn't take his comfort, no, I couldn't take comfort from the man I loved when his shoulder that I was crying into, his body, his heart, his soul belonged to another woman.
"G'night," I said, turning my back and leaving the room. I crossed the hallway and went into my own room, shutting the door behind me and sinking down against it, crying harder than I had ever cried before. My heart belonged to a man who didn't even have his own, having given it to another woman.I had fallen in love with a prince who already loved a princess and here I was a town maid, barely even worth his glance.I sobbed harder into my knees, pulling them tightly against my chest with my folded arms.
Finally, I managed to get my bearings and slowly, shakily stood up. I walked to my mirror and looked at myself. I couldn't even stand to see my face! I turned away. What a wretch I was to let myself fall in love with another woman's man! To ever think of stealing his heart for my own! To hold it against the world! To let myself fall for a man I could never have.to cry for a man that was never mine.never would be mine.never could be mine.to cry for a heart that wasn't mine.when that very heart cried for another.