A/N: Not Mine. Dedicated to my girls over at Fanforum.
------
In Dreams
------
Legolas woke with a jolt from a dream. Splashing cool water on his face from the basin beside his bed, he pulled a light tunic over his bare chest. He stepped out onto the balcony adjacent to his room and took a deep breath. It was actually quite cold in Rivendell, the wind was whipping through the trees and its barren branches. Legolas paid no attention to the chill, but relished in the fresh air.
Nimbly, the climbed down to the terrace below him and journeyed into the surrounding garden. He came to a clearing where the trees parted and overlooked the falls of Rivendell. With the trees beside him, water before him, and glittering stars above him, Legolas allowed himself to think of his haunting dream and, in particular, his meeting with Arwen Undomiel.
------
Once again, he dreamt of his mistress whom he knew and loved only in his dreams. In his dream, he appeared far younger than he was-an elfling really- though his thoughts and emotions were to his actual age. It was if he was a grown elf trapped in the body of his former self. And always, she would come to him. Legolas knew not her name, nor did they ever speak, and never in his dream did he ever see her face clearly. But he knew her from the moment she appeared, dark hair trailing about her and a melodious laughter singing in the air.
Legolas would follow her wherever she led him for he trusted her and feared not of their safety. He felt joyous and infinite, just laughing and being in her presence. But then the dream would shift suddenly and she would be crying. She would stand alone and sob, suffering from so horrible a grief. Legolas was drawn irresistibly to her, and wanted to ease her suffering in some way.
He would move closer to her as she cried, her hair creating a barrier between her and the outside world. Slowly, he would take her hands away from her face and held them in his own. Then he'd reach up and gently lift her chin-this was the only moment he ever saw her eyes. Laden with fresh tears, they were a beautiful shinning grey. The haunting gaze Legolas would burn forever into his memory.
Legolas was then consumed with an overwhelming need to protect and comfort the girl. He brought her into his chest and hugged her tight, and though he seemed to be but a very young elf, his emotions and desires were very much mature. It was in this instant that he knew he loved her.
------
Legolas sighed into the night. In all the years he dreamt the dream and loved his mistress, he never thought her to be real. Thus said, he never believed he would ever find her.
And it was so that upon the meeting of Legolas and the Arwen that fate was shifted and sealed. Upon Arwen's news of their previous meeting as elflings, a cold dread filled the heart of Legolas. For he finally understood that the girl whom he loved in his dream was the girl he met long ago-but whom he had forgotten-and that she grew up to be known as the Evenstar.
It was a wonder to him that he did not make the connection sooner. For Arwen had that same raven hair and grey eyes; but more importantly, Legolas felt an openness and comfort that he rarely felt towards strangers. But he never perceived that his dream stemmed from reality, and certainly never thought about loving Arwen. Indeed, that would be setting his sights far too high, even as he himself was a noble Prince of Mirkwood.
And, of course, Legolas was not blinded to Arwen's relationship with Aragorn. At dinner, he perceived their hidden glances and the light behind their eyes as they spoke to one another. It was a hopeless situation. From what he could tell, she was all but bound to Aragorn save marriage. And who was he to come in between their love?
Still, his heart desired ever more the company of the Evenstar. And yet Legolas also feared her and what she could mean to him. He feared that he would grow to profusely love her and would be tormented with the knowledge that she did not return his sentiments. Haunted would be his days in Middle- Earth ever afterwards, living with a grieving heart.
Laughing out loud, Legolas thought himself silly and juvenile. No doubt he was jumping to conclusions. If Arwen be the girl from his dream, this so be it. But dreams, as he so often found, were very far from reality. He was letting himself be carried away by the notions in his dream- which held no truth in waking life.
Deciding that his foolishness was getting the best of him, he journeyed back to the house. The wind was still acting up, carrying the scattered leaves to and fro across that patio. Legolas smiled at this; Rivendell had such a calming effect that even the leaves chose to dance in the light of the pale moon.
Legolas lifted his sapphire eyes to the dark sky above and its twinkling stars. Then something caught his eye, just to the left of him. A figure standing upon a balcony, clutching a shawl around her shoulders, was staring right at Legolas. Grey eyes looked at him with an unreadable expression upon them. Legolas breath caught in his throat as dream and reality clashed once more.
Legolas bowed low to Arwen and she in turn, gave him a small smile for she too was surprised at his presence. Though neither of them spoke, moments passed before Legolas finally turned and headed towards his room. Arwen watched as he gracefully scaled the wall and returned to his own balcony, though when Legolas looked over his shoulder in a parting glance, she was gone.
------
------
In Dreams
------
Legolas woke with a jolt from a dream. Splashing cool water on his face from the basin beside his bed, he pulled a light tunic over his bare chest. He stepped out onto the balcony adjacent to his room and took a deep breath. It was actually quite cold in Rivendell, the wind was whipping through the trees and its barren branches. Legolas paid no attention to the chill, but relished in the fresh air.
Nimbly, the climbed down to the terrace below him and journeyed into the surrounding garden. He came to a clearing where the trees parted and overlooked the falls of Rivendell. With the trees beside him, water before him, and glittering stars above him, Legolas allowed himself to think of his haunting dream and, in particular, his meeting with Arwen Undomiel.
------
Once again, he dreamt of his mistress whom he knew and loved only in his dreams. In his dream, he appeared far younger than he was-an elfling really- though his thoughts and emotions were to his actual age. It was if he was a grown elf trapped in the body of his former self. And always, she would come to him. Legolas knew not her name, nor did they ever speak, and never in his dream did he ever see her face clearly. But he knew her from the moment she appeared, dark hair trailing about her and a melodious laughter singing in the air.
Legolas would follow her wherever she led him for he trusted her and feared not of their safety. He felt joyous and infinite, just laughing and being in her presence. But then the dream would shift suddenly and she would be crying. She would stand alone and sob, suffering from so horrible a grief. Legolas was drawn irresistibly to her, and wanted to ease her suffering in some way.
He would move closer to her as she cried, her hair creating a barrier between her and the outside world. Slowly, he would take her hands away from her face and held them in his own. Then he'd reach up and gently lift her chin-this was the only moment he ever saw her eyes. Laden with fresh tears, they were a beautiful shinning grey. The haunting gaze Legolas would burn forever into his memory.
Legolas was then consumed with an overwhelming need to protect and comfort the girl. He brought her into his chest and hugged her tight, and though he seemed to be but a very young elf, his emotions and desires were very much mature. It was in this instant that he knew he loved her.
------
Legolas sighed into the night. In all the years he dreamt the dream and loved his mistress, he never thought her to be real. Thus said, he never believed he would ever find her.
And it was so that upon the meeting of Legolas and the Arwen that fate was shifted and sealed. Upon Arwen's news of their previous meeting as elflings, a cold dread filled the heart of Legolas. For he finally understood that the girl whom he loved in his dream was the girl he met long ago-but whom he had forgotten-and that she grew up to be known as the Evenstar.
It was a wonder to him that he did not make the connection sooner. For Arwen had that same raven hair and grey eyes; but more importantly, Legolas felt an openness and comfort that he rarely felt towards strangers. But he never perceived that his dream stemmed from reality, and certainly never thought about loving Arwen. Indeed, that would be setting his sights far too high, even as he himself was a noble Prince of Mirkwood.
And, of course, Legolas was not blinded to Arwen's relationship with Aragorn. At dinner, he perceived their hidden glances and the light behind their eyes as they spoke to one another. It was a hopeless situation. From what he could tell, she was all but bound to Aragorn save marriage. And who was he to come in between their love?
Still, his heart desired ever more the company of the Evenstar. And yet Legolas also feared her and what she could mean to him. He feared that he would grow to profusely love her and would be tormented with the knowledge that she did not return his sentiments. Haunted would be his days in Middle- Earth ever afterwards, living with a grieving heart.
Laughing out loud, Legolas thought himself silly and juvenile. No doubt he was jumping to conclusions. If Arwen be the girl from his dream, this so be it. But dreams, as he so often found, were very far from reality. He was letting himself be carried away by the notions in his dream- which held no truth in waking life.
Deciding that his foolishness was getting the best of him, he journeyed back to the house. The wind was still acting up, carrying the scattered leaves to and fro across that patio. Legolas smiled at this; Rivendell had such a calming effect that even the leaves chose to dance in the light of the pale moon.
Legolas lifted his sapphire eyes to the dark sky above and its twinkling stars. Then something caught his eye, just to the left of him. A figure standing upon a balcony, clutching a shawl around her shoulders, was staring right at Legolas. Grey eyes looked at him with an unreadable expression upon them. Legolas breath caught in his throat as dream and reality clashed once more.
Legolas bowed low to Arwen and she in turn, gave him a small smile for she too was surprised at his presence. Though neither of them spoke, moments passed before Legolas finally turned and headed towards his room. Arwen watched as he gracefully scaled the wall and returned to his own balcony, though when Legolas looked over his shoulder in a parting glance, she was gone.
------