He watched until the boat had disappeared into the blue horizon, a traditional way to wish the departed the best of wind in his sails. Elentir didn't expect Gavin to accompany him, but when he saw the comforting smile of his friend, he felt much better when leaving his beloved companion to the sea. He had to carry with him the feeling that Legolas would not be returning soon—his travels were often long and spontaneous. Only the stars would tell him how the prince faired, and of course, the small ring the prince had given him before his boarding with that warm and confident smile. "Think of me, Aier," he had asked while holding Elentir's shaking hand. "For I shall think of you, and in a moment, be together again."
"…Elentir?" Gavin asked while the two waited for a taxi. "Elly, are you all right?" The Elf nodded and sniffed, keeping his pale eyes averted. Gavin couldn't believe how emotional these beautifully strange creatures were; it seemed as if both Elentir and Legolas were in tears the entire ride over. Something struck the young immigrant strange; Elentir was well-groomed, extremely attractive in a soft, feminine way, had rejected Anne's advances with an excuse of just "not being like everyone else" or something like that.
Gavin blinked. Elentir could very well be gay. With a strange, half-smile, he dismissed it almost immediately. There were a lot of differences between Elentir's kind and the people around here. The average person Gavin knew maybe had one or two close friends, but no one they couldn't live without. Some people didn't even feel that way about their spouses. Elentir and Legolas, however, shared a bond so deep and so eternal, he would shudder to think what will happen when one passes without the other. Elentir had mentioned before he was not worried, but the misery of loneliness was much more possible.
"Fifth and Marble, please," Elentir asked. The cab driver nodded after shooting them both an odd look and pulled the car back to the road. The Elf was quiet as he held the small ring suspended on a silver chain.
"Elly," Gavin asked, trying to ease the silence, "Didn't you have somewhere to be at noon?" Elentir nodded, quickly moving on to the next problem. He tried to recall in that moment the many questions he had to ask Lindi. Lomelindi. He loved to think of the name over and over. Lomelindi, Lomelindi… "Elentir!" Gavin suddenly intruded, laughing. Elentir blinked, turning from the window.
"What?"
"You were mumbling something."
"Sorry."
The rest of the ride was silence.