A/N: Dedicated to my girls over at Fanforum..and this chapter's pretty
short!
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Rendered Still
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Arwen slipped back into her room, still gripping the shawl around her shoulders so that her knuckles were white. Shutting the doors to her balcony, she rested her forehead against its cool frame. Arwen closed her eyes and exhaled slowly.
Legolas Greenleaf.
After retiring to her room earlier that evening, she sat alone on her balcony and thought about the fair Prince. Arwen could not deny that she was drawn-attracted even-to him in ways that she did not fully comprehend.
In truth, her attraction towards Legolas frightened her. After all, she did not really know him and her love belonged to another. Aragorn. It was he to whom she had bound herself to.
Yet, the urge to seek Legolas' company was overwhelming. Since Arwen first saw him enter her father's house, something in her chest leapt to her throat and never came back down. When she finally sought a moment with him alone in the Hall of Fire, Arwen felt her hands tremble and had to clasp them tightly to keep from being found out.
And, Arwen had to admit that he was indeed stunning-even by elven standards. Legolas was remarkably handsome with well defined features and body to match. Though what caught Arwen's eye, beyond his fair face and golden hair, were his eyes. Swirling pools of crystal sapphires that seemed to change according to his mood. There was a hidden mystery and depth in them that she desired to explore.
Legolas made her feel like a very young elfling who had not yet known what is was to be held and kissed by another.
He was temptation.
Arwen shook her head, as if to free herself of her thoughts, and collapsed onto her bed. Yes, he tempted her. and that was never more clear to her than the instance she experienced but only a few moments ago.
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Arwen was thinking about Legolas when, like some manifestation of a dream, he walked out of the woods into the courtyard beneath her balcony. Her breath caught in her throat and butterflies appeared out of no where to flutter within her stomach. Arwen clutched her shawl even tighter and cursed her reaction to the mere sight of Legolas.
But then, as he looked up at the sky and found her eyes, Arwen was rendered still by the soft light that flickered in his blue orbs. It seemed to her that he was looking past all of her and right into her soul. Arwen never felt so exposed-but not embarrassed. And she saw Legolas, truly and honestly saw him-without the façades. Arwen never felt so connected to anyone or anything more than in that one moment that transcended both space and time.
Legolas bowed low in respect for her, and it was all she could do just to smile at him. Many moments passed but none could find words. Finally, the spell was broken as Legolas turned in the direction of his own room.
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As Arwen lay in her bed with unshed tears upon her eyes, she resolved that she would not give into temptation and remain true to her love for Aragorn. For temptation and infatuation would fade with time, but love was could surpass time and stay true.
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Rendered Still
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Arwen slipped back into her room, still gripping the shawl around her shoulders so that her knuckles were white. Shutting the doors to her balcony, she rested her forehead against its cool frame. Arwen closed her eyes and exhaled slowly.
Legolas Greenleaf.
After retiring to her room earlier that evening, she sat alone on her balcony and thought about the fair Prince. Arwen could not deny that she was drawn-attracted even-to him in ways that she did not fully comprehend.
In truth, her attraction towards Legolas frightened her. After all, she did not really know him and her love belonged to another. Aragorn. It was he to whom she had bound herself to.
Yet, the urge to seek Legolas' company was overwhelming. Since Arwen first saw him enter her father's house, something in her chest leapt to her throat and never came back down. When she finally sought a moment with him alone in the Hall of Fire, Arwen felt her hands tremble and had to clasp them tightly to keep from being found out.
And, Arwen had to admit that he was indeed stunning-even by elven standards. Legolas was remarkably handsome with well defined features and body to match. Though what caught Arwen's eye, beyond his fair face and golden hair, were his eyes. Swirling pools of crystal sapphires that seemed to change according to his mood. There was a hidden mystery and depth in them that she desired to explore.
Legolas made her feel like a very young elfling who had not yet known what is was to be held and kissed by another.
He was temptation.
Arwen shook her head, as if to free herself of her thoughts, and collapsed onto her bed. Yes, he tempted her. and that was never more clear to her than the instance she experienced but only a few moments ago.
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Arwen was thinking about Legolas when, like some manifestation of a dream, he walked out of the woods into the courtyard beneath her balcony. Her breath caught in her throat and butterflies appeared out of no where to flutter within her stomach. Arwen clutched her shawl even tighter and cursed her reaction to the mere sight of Legolas.
But then, as he looked up at the sky and found her eyes, Arwen was rendered still by the soft light that flickered in his blue orbs. It seemed to her that he was looking past all of her and right into her soul. Arwen never felt so exposed-but not embarrassed. And she saw Legolas, truly and honestly saw him-without the façades. Arwen never felt so connected to anyone or anything more than in that one moment that transcended both space and time.
Legolas bowed low in respect for her, and it was all she could do just to smile at him. Many moments passed but none could find words. Finally, the spell was broken as Legolas turned in the direction of his own room.
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As Arwen lay in her bed with unshed tears upon her eyes, she resolved that she would not give into temptation and remain true to her love for Aragorn. For temptation and infatuation would fade with time, but love was could surpass time and stay true.