A/N: Not mine. "Your Song" from Moulin Rouge, edited it but its not mine
either.
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Something to Do
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Arwen lay in her bed, unwilling to face the harsh light of day. Her head was much too full of things and ideas so jumbled they could not be considered thought. Most of all, her heart was too full of so many things that it ached. Arwen needed time to clear her head and her heart.
Aragorn would be returning soon. Already, scouts had slowly been filtering in and it would only be a matter of days-hours really, before the ranger would return to Imladris. When Aragorn came back to her, Arwen would need to be strong for him. She would need to heal him of his worries and doubts and strengthen his heart. But Aragorn would return only to leave her again- this time with the possibility of forever. Yet that fate would only come to Isildur's heir by some ill-chance, for his destiny is great though yet to be achieved.
Then Arwen's thoughts strayed from man to elf, despite herself. Legolas of Mirkwood. She had spent a lot of time with the prince and it felt to her that she had known him for many long years of her life. The two had gotten close throughout the weeks-too close, by some standards. But Legolas would leave Imladris also.
Both man and elf would leave, in the company of seven others, to assist the ringbearer on a quest that would decide the fate of Middle-Earth. Thus Arwen considered what this hour would mean not only to herself and Aragorn, but to the Eldar and all the free peoples.
Then Arwen's heart grew sorrowful and she was not herself. She did not leave her room until Aragorn returned the next day.
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Legolas rose to catch the golden rays of the sunrise and the beginnings of a new day. The last sunrise of a world he still knew, no matter how dark. Tomorrow would be a different day and different reality. Tomorrow the fellowship would leave Imladris and begin their quest to destroy the One ring.
As light peaked over the tops of the mountains and the world awoke from its slumber, Legolas felt revived and strengthened. The months spent in the elven refuge were ones of great serenity for the young prince. He was able to truly rest as he had not done in years past in his own home of Mirkwood. His mind was now apt and focused, his body refreshed and trained. He was ready to take on the task laid before his feet.
Of course, there was also his time spent with Arwen Undomiel. Not a day passed when they did not seek each other's company. Everyday they grew closer and their hearts fonder. And Legolas knew that she had unknowingly captured his heart.
He also knew that it was all in vain. With Aragorn's return the beautiful world created for just he and Arwen came crashing into reality. So used to having Arwen by his side, he found it uncomfortable to see her beside Aragorn. But really, what claim did he have on any part of her, let alone her heart? Legolas would have to be content in the memory of days and the strength of their new friendship. It would have to be enough because it was all he had.
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Later that evening, Legolas stood alone on a terrace watching the sun fall from the sky and paint the sky a rainbow of brilliant colors. Beautiful, before the world grew dark.
"Tomorrow the sun will rise and the world will have changed," Arwen spoke softly from behind.
Legolas said nothing but turned around to face the lady lurking in the shadows. He offered her his hand and she moved closer to accept it. Arwen looked up at him with big eyes that held a light like the light of stars. Tears gathered on her lashes and she let them fall freely as she looked upon the face of her friend.
"You weep for the Lord Aragorn," Legolas whispered.
"Also for the Fellowship. And for you," she replied. Arwen knew that these partings would come, but she did not know fully how hard they would be.
"Do not weep for me Undomiel," Legolas said as he gently wiped her tears.
"You leave tomorrow and who can tell how long until we shall meet again?" Arwen shook her head as to chase away her foolishness and dark thoughts. The idea of never seeing Legolas crushed her more than she was willing to admit.
Legolas pulled Arwen to him and enveloped her in his arms. Arwen cried freely now and sobs racked her body as she wept against his chest. Legolas did what he could to try and bring her comfort, but he knew that all she needed was to cry. She needed to cry for Aragorn and for himself. For her father and for the darkness to come. Most of all, she needed to cry for herself.
"Undomiel, this is not the end. There is always hope," Legolas whispered in her ear. He kissed her hair, and then the top of her head. Arwen had calmed but fresh tears still ran down her cheeks. Legolas bent down and kissed her cheek, tasting the saltiness of her woes.
Arwen opened her eyes and stared at Legolas, the realization of his action hitting them in full force. Their faces were a breath apart and before he could even stop himself, Legolas leaned in closer. Arwen closed her eyes and lifted her chin to receive him. Legolas closed his own eyes and felt he heart race. But before his lips could touch hers, he heard Arwen's sharp intake of air and felt a hand on his chest, stopping him.
When Legolas opened his eyes, he found that Arwen's were still closed. Legolas was worried and cursed himself for being so foolish. Would Arwen be angry at him for trying to kiss her? What did this mean to their friendship now?
"Legolas, what are we doing?" Arwen whispered as she opened her eyes, seeking answers.
He stepped away from her, not knowing if he could give the answers that she was looking for. He paused for a moment, debating between what was best for him and what was best for her.
"Forgive me," Legolas said finally as he took her hand. He took a deep breath before continuing, "I know that this comes at the most inopportune time, but I must confess that I have grown to care for you deeply."
"Arwen, look at me," he said and gently lifted her chin with his finger. "I know you. Though our time together has been but a breath in the story of our years-my heart knows you. It knows your laughter, your sadness, your great joy. It rejoices when you are near and grieves when you are not."
"You have moved me to feel a way that I never thought I could be so moved- and in that I had almost given up all hope. I find in you more than a kindred spirit, I find in you my reason for being. And though my affections for you are beyond hope, I count myself blessed. For I have seen with my own eyes the beauty of the Evenstar, and in your face the light of Valinor."
Arwen was left speechless. The moment was too much. She was feeling too much and Legolas was giving too much. It was all so much more than Arwen could handle and it was a shock to her system. Arwen could not meet his eyes, for fear of what she would find and what hers would give away.
"Namarie, Undomiel," Legolas said softly. He lifted her hand and kissed it, before letting go and walking away.
Arwen did not know what to do. A part of her wanted to stop him and run into his arms. And yet another part of her thought it best to just let him leave. But the words that he had spoken were so laden with meaning and emotion--nothing had never so moved her before. And so it was that Arwen Undomiel stood watching Legolas of Mirkwood walk away from her when she began to sing in a clear elven voice:
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My gift is my song and this one's for you
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
Hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is now you're in the world
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Legolas stopped in his tracks; unsure of himself and the words he was hearing. He turned around and found Arwen standing with a small smile on her lips.
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But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or if they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen
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With every line she sang, she moved closer to where he was standing. There was nothing Legolas could do but be amazed.
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And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
Hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is now you're in the world
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Arwen came right up to Legolas as she finished the last lines, and rested her hands on his shoulders. She looked at him with clear eyes and reached up to capture his lips with her own. It was a brief kiss, soft and sweet. And for a moment, Legolas was left breathless. And he would store all of that one moment in his heart forever.
When Legolas finally opened his eyes, he looked down at her and gave a small smile. Arwen cupped his cheek with her hand and he kissed it. There was a mutual understanding between the two elves. The kiss was a simple act, honest and unreserved. And neither of them had any regrets about that evening.
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Something to Do
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Arwen lay in her bed, unwilling to face the harsh light of day. Her head was much too full of things and ideas so jumbled they could not be considered thought. Most of all, her heart was too full of so many things that it ached. Arwen needed time to clear her head and her heart.
Aragorn would be returning soon. Already, scouts had slowly been filtering in and it would only be a matter of days-hours really, before the ranger would return to Imladris. When Aragorn came back to her, Arwen would need to be strong for him. She would need to heal him of his worries and doubts and strengthen his heart. But Aragorn would return only to leave her again- this time with the possibility of forever. Yet that fate would only come to Isildur's heir by some ill-chance, for his destiny is great though yet to be achieved.
Then Arwen's thoughts strayed from man to elf, despite herself. Legolas of Mirkwood. She had spent a lot of time with the prince and it felt to her that she had known him for many long years of her life. The two had gotten close throughout the weeks-too close, by some standards. But Legolas would leave Imladris also.
Both man and elf would leave, in the company of seven others, to assist the ringbearer on a quest that would decide the fate of Middle-Earth. Thus Arwen considered what this hour would mean not only to herself and Aragorn, but to the Eldar and all the free peoples.
Then Arwen's heart grew sorrowful and she was not herself. She did not leave her room until Aragorn returned the next day.
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Legolas rose to catch the golden rays of the sunrise and the beginnings of a new day. The last sunrise of a world he still knew, no matter how dark. Tomorrow would be a different day and different reality. Tomorrow the fellowship would leave Imladris and begin their quest to destroy the One ring.
As light peaked over the tops of the mountains and the world awoke from its slumber, Legolas felt revived and strengthened. The months spent in the elven refuge were ones of great serenity for the young prince. He was able to truly rest as he had not done in years past in his own home of Mirkwood. His mind was now apt and focused, his body refreshed and trained. He was ready to take on the task laid before his feet.
Of course, there was also his time spent with Arwen Undomiel. Not a day passed when they did not seek each other's company. Everyday they grew closer and their hearts fonder. And Legolas knew that she had unknowingly captured his heart.
He also knew that it was all in vain. With Aragorn's return the beautiful world created for just he and Arwen came crashing into reality. So used to having Arwen by his side, he found it uncomfortable to see her beside Aragorn. But really, what claim did he have on any part of her, let alone her heart? Legolas would have to be content in the memory of days and the strength of their new friendship. It would have to be enough because it was all he had.
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Later that evening, Legolas stood alone on a terrace watching the sun fall from the sky and paint the sky a rainbow of brilliant colors. Beautiful, before the world grew dark.
"Tomorrow the sun will rise and the world will have changed," Arwen spoke softly from behind.
Legolas said nothing but turned around to face the lady lurking in the shadows. He offered her his hand and she moved closer to accept it. Arwen looked up at him with big eyes that held a light like the light of stars. Tears gathered on her lashes and she let them fall freely as she looked upon the face of her friend.
"You weep for the Lord Aragorn," Legolas whispered.
"Also for the Fellowship. And for you," she replied. Arwen knew that these partings would come, but she did not know fully how hard they would be.
"Do not weep for me Undomiel," Legolas said as he gently wiped her tears.
"You leave tomorrow and who can tell how long until we shall meet again?" Arwen shook her head as to chase away her foolishness and dark thoughts. The idea of never seeing Legolas crushed her more than she was willing to admit.
Legolas pulled Arwen to him and enveloped her in his arms. Arwen cried freely now and sobs racked her body as she wept against his chest. Legolas did what he could to try and bring her comfort, but he knew that all she needed was to cry. She needed to cry for Aragorn and for himself. For her father and for the darkness to come. Most of all, she needed to cry for herself.
"Undomiel, this is not the end. There is always hope," Legolas whispered in her ear. He kissed her hair, and then the top of her head. Arwen had calmed but fresh tears still ran down her cheeks. Legolas bent down and kissed her cheek, tasting the saltiness of her woes.
Arwen opened her eyes and stared at Legolas, the realization of his action hitting them in full force. Their faces were a breath apart and before he could even stop himself, Legolas leaned in closer. Arwen closed her eyes and lifted her chin to receive him. Legolas closed his own eyes and felt he heart race. But before his lips could touch hers, he heard Arwen's sharp intake of air and felt a hand on his chest, stopping him.
When Legolas opened his eyes, he found that Arwen's were still closed. Legolas was worried and cursed himself for being so foolish. Would Arwen be angry at him for trying to kiss her? What did this mean to their friendship now?
"Legolas, what are we doing?" Arwen whispered as she opened her eyes, seeking answers.
He stepped away from her, not knowing if he could give the answers that she was looking for. He paused for a moment, debating between what was best for him and what was best for her.
"Forgive me," Legolas said finally as he took her hand. He took a deep breath before continuing, "I know that this comes at the most inopportune time, but I must confess that I have grown to care for you deeply."
"Arwen, look at me," he said and gently lifted her chin with his finger. "I know you. Though our time together has been but a breath in the story of our years-my heart knows you. It knows your laughter, your sadness, your great joy. It rejoices when you are near and grieves when you are not."
"You have moved me to feel a way that I never thought I could be so moved- and in that I had almost given up all hope. I find in you more than a kindred spirit, I find in you my reason for being. And though my affections for you are beyond hope, I count myself blessed. For I have seen with my own eyes the beauty of the Evenstar, and in your face the light of Valinor."
Arwen was left speechless. The moment was too much. She was feeling too much and Legolas was giving too much. It was all so much more than Arwen could handle and it was a shock to her system. Arwen could not meet his eyes, for fear of what she would find and what hers would give away.
"Namarie, Undomiel," Legolas said softly. He lifted her hand and kissed it, before letting go and walking away.
Arwen did not know what to do. A part of her wanted to stop him and run into his arms. And yet another part of her thought it best to just let him leave. But the words that he had spoken were so laden with meaning and emotion--nothing had never so moved her before. And so it was that Arwen Undomiel stood watching Legolas of Mirkwood walk away from her when she began to sing in a clear elven voice:
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My gift is my song and this one's for you
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
Hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is now you're in the world
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Legolas stopped in his tracks; unsure of himself and the words he was hearing. He turned around and found Arwen standing with a small smile on her lips.
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But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or if they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen
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With every line she sang, she moved closer to where he was standing. There was nothing Legolas could do but be amazed.
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And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
Hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is now you're in the world
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Arwen came right up to Legolas as she finished the last lines, and rested her hands on his shoulders. She looked at him with clear eyes and reached up to capture his lips with her own. It was a brief kiss, soft and sweet. And for a moment, Legolas was left breathless. And he would store all of that one moment in his heart forever.
When Legolas finally opened his eyes, he looked down at her and gave a small smile. Arwen cupped his cheek with her hand and he kissed it. There was a mutual understanding between the two elves. The kiss was a simple act, honest and unreserved. And neither of them had any regrets about that evening.