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Summary: See 1st chapter.

Warnings: Angst as always, what else is there?

Rating: G or U you know, it's all good!!

Anything else??

Oakey dokey, on with the chappy…

Chapter 6: Eldarion

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His desk was littered with letters and papers, books and pictures. A quill was caught in his fingers as it turned gently to and fro in the breeze from the open balcony doors. His head rested upon his hand and his eyes were mere slits in his young face, screwed up in a look of intense concentration. But his mind was elsewhere.

Eldarion, prince of Gondor, had other things on his mind. He could not concentrate, could not even consider thinking of the work that mounted upon him, when his father lay dying in the next room. It played cruelly with his thoughts, and pressed on his shoulders like a weight, that he could not, for some reason shrug off. Sometimes it hurt too much.

Despite this, he was somewhat lighter in mood that day. After seeing Legolas present his father with the proud stallion, Estel, Eldarion had had his feelings confirmed. Legolas was a good friend to his father; he clearly meant everything to the elf. So much so in fact that the elf was willing to give up his early passage to the havens to be near him. Just to be near him. Eldarion was grateful to the elf.

Eldarion had found himself growing considerably warmer towards the Mirkwood prince, showing him the same respect and courtesy as he did to his siblings. He was grateful now to have a friend.

Thinking of Legolas, for some reason, gave Eldarion great cause to smile. It made him happy to escape into his thoughts of his father and legolas, the one place he felt safe, from the dark clouds outside this safe realm.

Unfortunately for Eldarion, his happiness did not last long as he was jerked out of his dream world by a light knock at the door. Thinking it was a servant, he sighed, put down his quill, and walked to the door. Placing one hand on the latch, he opened it swiftly and found not a servant there, but Legolas standing in their place.

Eldarion was shocked to say the least. What gave the elf reason to leave his father's side? Was it…?

"Legolas" he managed to say, escaping from his whirling vortex of thoughts.

"Is it father?" he cried, fear evident in his voice. He made to leave the room, but was blocked by Legolas.

"Peace, Eldarion" said the Mirkwood elf, soothingly to the man of Gondor.

Eldarion stepped back and regarded the elf before deciding to allow him to speak.

"I apologise" murmured Eldarion to the elf.

The prince gave him a look of confusion. Deciding not to press the matter however, legolas went on.

"None needed Eldarion. I came hoping that I might have a word with you. Have you the time?" he asked.

"of course" said Eldarion "Come in" he gestured to the room, allowing the blonde elf to walk through unhindered. Closing the door, Eldarion turned round and eyed the Mirkwood prince who was standing on the balcony already.

Eldarion followed and placed his hands next to the blonde's on the rail. The elf was looking to the sea.

Finally Eldarion spoke.

"What do you wish to speak with me about?" asked the man warmly.

The elf remained silent for a while, before he spoke.

"Beautiful is it not?" asked the elf, nodding slightly in the direction of the sea .

Mystified, Eldarion chose to follow the elf's lead.

"Aye, it is" he replied, before speaking again.

"But that is not what you wish to speak with me about, is it Legolas?" finished the man quietly.

The elf shook his head and turned to regard the man.

"I wished to ask you something." Said the elf.

"Anything" replied the man, still mystified.

"Understand me" began the elf gently "I am grateful for your added warmth of late, but why is it that you have changed your opinion of me so rapidly? It seems a little too fast to journey from hating me to liking me in less than three days. Since the start of my visit."

Eldarion was unsure what to say to this, it was obvious to the man that the elf had rehearsed this speech beforehand.

"I suppose this is because" began the prince of Gondor hesitantly. "Because I have seen how father is with you. You make him feel young again. Your mere presence, your warmth, it has an effect on father. I am grateful for this. You have given us hope. All of us" finished the man. Suddenly he was afraid. But instead of the surprised reaction he expected, the elf smiled at him.

"Hannon Le Eldarion." Said the elf, laying one slender, milky hand upon Eldarion's shoulder. He turned to leave, but Eldarion stopped him, placing a hand on Legolas' lower arm.

The elf fixed him with his penetrable gaze.

"I would call you friend, Legolas, if you would do the same for me." Eldarion said quickly.

Legolas smiled at him again. "Of course, mellon-nin. I would have that pleasure." He turned to leave again, and this time, Eldarion did not hinder the prince's passage as he left the room. Eldarion smiled once legolas had left. Friend. "I'm glad" he said to himself, before returning to his desk.

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Legolas sat by the king's side once again, noticing for the first time, the resemblance that Eldarion held to his father. The only real difference in Eldarion's nature, was that he was much less patient than his father at anything, This made him an unruly student, who had to be forced to learn life's lessons, rather than learn them for himself.

Laughing absently at a jest that Aragorn had just made, remembering, once again, that he was grateful for a friend. Another friend.

Legolas smiled. Things looked brighter now.

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