When Will The Sun Shine Again?
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Chapter 3- Desire
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An: Sorry it took so long to update, I have so many stories on the go, but I will finish em I will, I might put a lil elvish in this, you never know, and I dunno whether I should turn this into a Legolas romance, what do y'all think, you tell me. I'll try not to leave it so long to update this time, so Review please and go read Unseen Guardians and LotR- Teenage style if you get time.
Thanx
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Legolas shook his head and sighed sadly as he made his way to King Elrond's chambers, he did not blame Arwen for grieving or being so rude, when it came to matters of the heart then one could not control it, but as Arwen had no intention of listening to him, he saw no reason to stay. His father needed him in Mirkwood right now, the Orc attacks were becoming more widespread and vicious and he had to protect his home.
He knocked on the great oak doors and they swung open.
King Elrond rose to greet him.
"How does she fare Legolas?"
"There is naught I can do, her grief is controlling her now and she will not listen to reason. She will recover in her own time or not at all, so there is no reason for me to stay and I beg your leave, for Mirkwood needs me as Arwen does not."
"I understand Legolas you must go to your father. It is with a heavy heart I see you go again but if Arwen is beyond help I grant your leave."
Legolas bowed slightly and left the chambers, a guard of the king already hastening to prepare his horse.
As he prepared to leave he heard someone call him and turned. Lady Arwen was at the stairs, a blue dress adorning her pale, slender form.
"Legolas, where are you going?"
"Home milady, Mirkwood needs me- as the Orcs are laying waste to it- and you do not."
"You assume that Legolas, but I am truly sorry, I meant not to hurt you, but in grief I could not see the truth in your kind words. I wish you to stay with me, for you are all that restrains me from the darkness I am on the brink of, you were right."
Legolas remained silent for a moment, and then strode towards her and enveloped her in his arms, she leant her head on his shoulder, tears threatening to fall once more.
"Thank you" She whispered.
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From that point Arwen started to eat more, and be more joyous, even breaking into songs, her clear, sweet voice filling the house of Elrond with melody.
She walked in the gardens, her presence was like the sun shining in Rivendell alone.
I miss Aragorn dearly but grief must not consume me. I shall live my life without love but soon another life will come and I will have a blessed babe to remember him by, and to care for with all my heart. So I shall never be alone, both live within me now.
She sat on a bench of stone, bathed in sunlight. The rays washed over her and gave her an ethereal glow more so than her elven grace leant her. Her hand strayed unconsciously to the swell of her belly, she was now in her third month.
Such a radiant beauty I have never seen, but she is with child, the heir to Isildur and the throne of Gondor. She loves Aragorn, even in death and I will not take that from her. She would never love me, she has never looked at me twice. I am a friend and always will be to her, nothing more.
Legolas watched Arwen from his lofty perch in the trees. She sat on a bench by the river, hand on her stomach.
How I wish that child to be mine, her heart beating with mine own, but it shall never be. He slipped down from the tree and ducked into the shadows around the trees and made his way towards her, appearing as if out of nowhere.
"Legolas! You startled me."
"How are you milady?"
"Well, thank you." She stroked her stomach lovingly.
"How fares the babe?"
"Well, I can feel it grow inside me, it's presence brings me strength in my time of trial."
"Arwen there is something that I wish to tell you but I don't know how…"
"You can tell me aught Legolas, whatever it is."
"I- I-…. Your father wishes your presence at lunch." He said hurriedly and rushed from her side, disappearing into the shadows once more.
"Legolas?"
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What is wrong with me? Why did I- I am so foolish! I must say naught it would end in hurt for everyone, it is unfair of me to put such stresses on Arwen now. Legolas was broken from his reverie by a servant at his chamber door.
"Prince Legolas, Lord Elrond has requested that he be joined for lunch."
"I must decline. Please tell his Lordship that I am not in the mood for merrymaking and have lost my appetite, most humble apologies."
"As you wish my Lord." The servant bowed and left the room.
Now is not the time for shallow fantasies. What am I to do?
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