This one is really short guys, so I'm giving you more after it!

Legolas (still, lol)

I watched as Aragorn strapped on his chest armor and inspected the chipped blade of his sword, testing its weight.

"What Gimli wouldn't give to be here this day," I sighed with a wistful smile, our game of keeping count of the Orcs we slew at Helm's Deep and Pelennor Fields flickering across my memory.

Aragorn clamped a hand on my shoulder. "He shall be with us in spirit, nin mellon, even if he is leagues away." He stepped back and snatched my bow from where it leaned against the stone wall to his left. I accepted it when he offered it to me, strangely comforted by the familiar Lórien design and gripping. "Let us hope this will be the last battle we wage against the Orcs," he said.

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Everyone appeared ready to ride out, loading supplies onto their horses and mounting them afterwards. I suddenly wished the enemy was coming to us instead of the other way around. It would be more difficult, fighting an offensive war.

"My Lord," Canaliel called, jogging over me. I noticed he hadn't called me simply 'Legolas' since our argument the night before. "We're prepared to depart," he announced. I nodded and was actually considering opening my mouth to apologize to him when I heard:

"Legolas."

I turned to find Elwyn standing behind me, waiting patiently for my attention. Canaliel pointedly cleared his throat, nodding at both of us, then heading back over to his horse. I watched him go, then returned my gaze to the princess.

She stared down at her feet. "I have already seen my father and said my goodbyes to him," she informed me. "I just, um…came to remind you…about your promise."

I had expected a stiff, formal farewell, but at this, my expression softened. "I had not forgotten," I reassured her. I took her hand in mine and heedless of the hundreds of soldiers surrounding us, pulled her to me. She did not resist and allowed me to hold her, sighing and tucking her head underneath my chin.

I drew back enough to place a kiss on her forehead. "We won't be gone long," I told her. She didn't reply, but I felt her arms tighten around my waist. I leaned my head against hers, squeezing my eyes shut. "I will return, melamin," (My love) I vowed.

I almost expected her to shove me away when I said that, but surprisingly, all she did was break into silent tears. And what she did next absolutely shocked me. She rose up on her toes and briefly pressed her lips to mine.

"Ávan mel lle," (I love you.) she whispered.

And in that confession there was so much more. I knew she had tried not to and failed. As I had.

My mouth found hers again and I pulled her against me.

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Awwww. Hehe.