{Arwen} & {Legolas}...oooh I soo love that pair! That's probably why I'm so into writing about them now, lol. Here is once again a free verse poem, this time separated by stanzas, in which each one contains a haiku. As we all know, haikus don't ALWAYS have to follow the five, seven, five syllable pattern, they can go off sometimes if they need to (which I will be doing a lot).
This is how I imagine Arwen and Legolas' first meeting. Please read and review, good, bad, and ugly (bad and ugly reviews have to be beneficial though, so explain reason for dislike) reviews welcome! Thanks, Meggin -This story is EDITED-
.::Into the moonlit
gardens the elf maiden walks
beneath the willows
The world holds its breath
The stars in the sky shimmer
The breeze stills itself
Silently she goes
Her bare feet upon the ground
The night has fallen
She is beautiful
Clad in a shimmering gown
As white as the stars
A tiara of
jewels is upon her head
on her long dark hair
Her ivory skin,
tinted with a rosy pink
her eyes a soft blue
Her slender hands fall
To just one crystal pendant
Hanging round her neck
Tis the Evenstar.
She searches through the night for
her love, her Estel.
She winds her way through
The trees of the Imladris
Her dark hair flying
"Oh, Valar help me,"
She does whisper to herself
Her pale hands trembling
There is a movement
So lithe a figure that blends
Within the willows
In the corner of
Her keen eyes she catches him-
one of elven kin.
In panic she halts
She then searches through the trees
"Estel?" she calls out.
The dark shadow moves
she catches a gold shimmer
bathed in the moonlight
"Who are you?" she cries.
Her voice is smothered by a
gargantuan gale
The culprit steps forth
And Arwen Undomiel
gasps, her breath taken
She did now know him
Nor did she notice for he
was silent as wind
Tall and quite slender
On his head cascades spun gold
In his hand a bow
Clad in a white robe
And what enchants Arwen most:
His eyes of the ocean
Swirling with mystery
hidden fears, and compassion
The deepest blue within
"Elo," she whispers.
The blond elf bows perfectly.
"Undomiel," he breathes.
"You know me by name,"
she answers, "but I know not
who you are."
He pauses for a
moment, then gently answers,
"Legolas Greenleaf."
They stare at each other
Until this queer elf mumbles,
"Son of Thranduil."
"I knew you were not
of my Father's house," Arwen
begins thoughtfully.
"I am from Mirkwood
and I have come to travel
with the Fellowship."
Arwen gasps again:
This elf was endangering
his life for the Quest.
"I wish you good luck,"
she answers, her voice shaking,
"It's hard for all of us."
The elf softly sighs,
And for a moment his cool
façade fades slowly
And at that moment
Arwen truly admired
Legolas Greenleaf.
She so admired
the iron expression on
his fair elven face
Yet his emotions
in his gentle dark blue eyes
gave everything away.
"Please do not worry,"
Arwen adds reassuringly.
"You all are in my heart."
An unreadable
expression passes over
and clouds his dark eyes
"Thank you, my Lady.
I have eight other companions-
we shall stay very close."
Arwen's hand falls to
Her glowing crystal pendant
and she lifts her eyes to him
Legolas stares back
at her fair face curiously
his soft gaze steady
And both of the elves
at that moment connected
and a longing pierced Arwen's heart.
"I must be going,"
Legolas mutters hastily,
and he turns to leave.
"Please...wait!" Arwen pleads,
and she places a cool hand
gently on his arm.
The elf's muscles tense
as he halts quickly in his
desperate footsteps
Her touch is warm and
inviting. He turns around
to look her in the eye.
"Arwen," he murmurs
Her name escalates from his
mouth; it rings with compassion.
"What do you want of
me?" he asks her, searching her
gentle, tear filled eyes.
"I am merely an
elf, a lone prince from Mirkwood-
what could the Evenstar want?"
"I want you not to leave,"
Arwen pleads, desperation
clearly in her voice.
Arwen only meant
at that moment; Legolas
thought it was for the Quest.
His blue eyes twinkles,
And he laughs genuinely.
"Lady, you know I must."
Her grip is released.
"You will stay after the Quest
is finished?" she asks.
"For a little while.
Tell me...why do you plead so when your
heart is already taken?"
His cool gaze lingers
at the pendant hanging round
her pale, slender neck.
"Aragorn?" she asks,
as her voice shakes nervously.
She tears her gaze from him.
"I know," he whispers.
I know you love him, and Ican't have you, he thinks.
They stand in awkward
silence. The moon shines down on
them; the stars are veiled.
"Lady, I must go."
The blond elf breaks the silence,
and he turns and leaves.
That beautiful elf
left as quickly and quietly
as he had first come.
Arwen finds her love
and gives her immortality
that very same night.
.::The sun rises in the East
and the fair elf maiden wakes
at morning's first light
As she walks outside
she sees a familiar sight:
the blond elf from last night.
Clad clearly for hunting-
A bow there was, and two twin
elven blades at his side.
Arwen loses her breath
as she sees his still figure,
praising the sun's rays.
But he feels her presence
and his closed eyes fly open,
and their gazes meet.
Remembrance flashes
The sea billows in his eyes
remember last night.
.::Arwen Evenstar
soon meets the congregation
gathered before departure
She dearly takes time
to gently farewell each member
before the great task
The hobbits go first,
All four meet her warm embrace,
then the dwarf's turn comes.
Boromir kisses her
gently on the cheek, then
afterwards, Aragorn.
Elessar, her love-
He captures her lips
in a compassionate kiss
"Aragorn," she cries.
"Please, do hurry, I shall miss
you while you are gone."
Finally Arwen
confronts Legolas Greenleaf
with a longing in her soul
Arwen stares at him
and breathes deeply, waiting for
his farewell action
The angry waves crash
inside those blue eyes of his
as he meets her stare.
So tentatively
He gently cups her fair cheek
and caresses it.
Arwen bites her lip,
and painfully she follows
the very same suit
And the Fellowship
secretly marveled at this
eyeing the two elves
locked in their own world,
under a trance, as each hand
touched the other's face.
Arwen's pale hand drifts
to the sensitive climax
of Legolas' ear.
"We will meet again,
fair lady," Legolas whispers
just under his breath.
No other but Arwen caught
his words.
And so then the
nine companions depart, and
a lonely fragrance lingers.
Into the sun bathed
gardens the elf maiden walks
beneath the willows
On her mind is her
Aragorn, how she misses
him so terribly.
But there is one other.
Arwen does not forget
the striking blond elf with the
eyes of the ocean.