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Title: Legolas's True Love?
Author: Insane Elven Rock Baby
Summary: Aragorn is dead and Arwen travels to Mirkwood to find confide in Legolas. Will Legolas and Arwen fall in love or let each other get away?
A/N: Once again, let me know if my elvish is wrong. Also, I know that I have placed Gondor and Mirkwood very close together, but I needed them to be for the story to work. Anyway, I intended this to be a one-shot, but I guess things don't always turn out the way you think they will. This is for those who inspired me to continue. (Thanks and answers to reviews after the chapter.) Anyway, I tried to write this without changing the first chapter, so it may seem a bit repetitive, but only at the beginning. Hopefully.
Arwen took one last look at the Castle of Mirkwood and turned away. She whispered to Shadow, her horse, in Elvish and he began to ride at a great speed. Arwen had traveled a great deal away from the castle and the sun had already risen. She knew that at any moment Legolas would be waking up to find her gone.
As she thought about Legolas and leaving him behind, tears began to fall from her eyes. She urged Shadow to ride faster, worried that she might change her mind and return to Mirkwood.
Hours upon hours had passed. Arwen was now miles from Mirkwood. She was riding at a slow trot and was admiring the beauty of the forest around her. It would be at least another before she reached Gondor. The sun was setting and Arwen needed to set up camp to rest for the night. Shadow was becoming tired and hungry.
Arwen gazed into the distance. Suddenly Shadow neighed. Arwen was startled and brought out her trance. "What's wrong," she whispered to Shadow. She stroked the mare's neck and it tossed its head. "Alright, alright," she said. "We'll stop for the night." She pulled on the reins and Shadow stopped. She dismounted and pulled some food out of her bag for the mare. He ate the food and nuzzled Arwen gratefully. Arwen smiled then stroked the horse gently. After a few minutes, she sat down against a tree, closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Legolas had spent hours walking through the Mirkwood gardens after learning that Arwen had left. He had been so confused and saddened that he had hardly noticed when it began to rain. He was finally aware that he had been soaked clean through when a servant came rushing up to him telling him that his father had asked that he return to the castle.
When Legolas reached the castle he went straight to his room. There he changed and lay in bed for hours once again thinking about Arwen. Why would she just leave, he thought. He continued to ponder this thought when suddenly an idea came to him. His body shot up and he was sitting straight up. I have to go after her, he thought. It's the only way I can figure out if I truly love her. Legolas quickly scrambled out of bed, pulled a traveling bag out his closet and began packing his things as quickly as he could.
Legolas was almost done packing when Elrond walked in. He had walked in so quietly that Legolas had not noticed him, even with his keen elven hearing. When he did finally realize that he was standing there he froze in shock. Elrond just looked at him with blank expression on his face. They stood there for what seemed like days to Legolas. Finally he broke the silence.
"I can explain," he said, but Elrond held up his right hand to silence him.
"There is no need to explain," Elrond said. "I was just wondering as to why you were packing in such a hurry. I thought that maybe you were going to leave without saying good-bye. Much like Arwen had." Legolas smiled.
"I was going to say my good-byes, but there is no time to spare. I must find Arwen before she -." Legolas stopped. Before she what, he asked himself. Surely he couldn't tell Elrond of his love for Arwen. Could he?
"Before she what," asked Elrond, snapping Legolas out his thoughts. Elrond looked at Legolas with caring eyes, the way he looked at his two sons (the Twin Stars). Legolas smiled. Maybe it wouldn't be too terrible if I told him, he thought.
Legolas turned away from Elrond and continued to pack. After shoving a handful of clothes into his bag Legolas said:
"Before...Before I lose her for good." Elrond did not answer but only stood there watching him instead. Legolas put away a few more items before pushing past Elrond and heading for the stables. Elrond watched him leave but did not say good-bye. He knew how the young elf felt for he too had once been in love. No, he just watched him leave, silently wishing him the best of luck.
Legolas walked as quickly as he could away from the Elven ruler. Minutes later he arrived at the stables. He quietly opened the door and peered inside. He looked toward the right, at Shadow's stall, and sure enough he was gone. Just like Arwen. Legolas looked away from the stall in anger and tried to find his horse, Apollo, in the darkness of the stables. He spotted him near the back, eating fresh greens. Legolas entered the stables, left his bag near the door, and went over to his horse. He swiftly saddled and mounted him. Legolas whispered to Apollo and he began to trot towards the stable entrance. Just as Legolas and his horse passed through the doorway, Legolas reached down, pulled his bag off the ground and swung it over his shoulder.
Legolas pulled on the reins and Apollo began to gallop, riding rapidly through the stone paved streets of Mirkwood until at last he came to the gates. As he was riding through them, Legolas heard someone call his name. He slowed Apollo and turned around. It was Elrond, carrying a bow and quiver of arrows. Legolas's bow and arrows.
Elrond quickly appeared beside the prince. "Here," he said handing Legolas his things. "You left these. You may need them." Legolas took his belongings and looked down at them. He gently stroked his bow then looked up at Elrond, smiling.
"Diola lle (Thank you)," he said. Elrond smiled and nodded, but his face soon grew serious.
"Keep her safe." Elrond looked at Legolas intently. Legolas nodded, put his bow and arrows on his back, and tied his bag to saddle. When he finished he turned back to Elrond, but he was nowhere to be seen. Legolas looked around searching for him, but didn't find him. He turned his horse around and began to ride for Rivendell, smirking at the slyness of Elrond.
Suddenly Legolas remembered his father. He had not said good-bye like he had told Elrond he would. Legolas continued to ride, debating whether or not to turn back. Finally he decided that it would waste too much time and continued to gallop towards Gondor.
Arwen awoke to find Shadow rummaging through her pack looking for food. Slowly she got up and went over to her hungry horse. As she approached him, Shadow looked up at her guiltily. Arwen smiled and took out some food for the horse. Shadow ate it happily and nudged Arwen in thanks. Arwen stroked the horse momentarily before finding some food for herself. She ate her Elven bread slowly, savoring every taste for she knew she would not find such quality Elven food in Gondor.
After her meal, Arwen packed up whatever she had taken out and mounted Shadow. They began to trot through the forest slowly because the trees had grown together closely, and began to gallop as the trees started to lessen in number. Arwen did not stop to rest except to eat at high noon and to feed Shadow.
By nightfall, Arwen had reached Gondor. She was welcomed by few, as no one knew that she would be returning. The moment she arrived, several guards came rushing up to her. Guards had been assigned to patrol the borders of Gondor since Aragorn's death because of its inhabitants' fear of attack. The few guards that rushed to Arwen's side first thought that she was an intruder, but she hurriedly assured them that she was not here to harm them. After they realized who she truly was, two on the men of patrol escorted her to the palace.
At the palace Arwen headed straight to her room, formerly hers and Aragorn's. She arrived in front of the door, but didn't open it. She stood there for what seemed like hours trying to decide whether or not to go in. Finally, Arwen mustered enough courage to enter the room.
Arwen pushed open the door slowly. As she did, it squeaked. Arwen continued to push open the door until it was against the wall. She looked inside the room. On the dresser were some of Aragorn's belongings and in the closet were still his clothes (the closet door was still open). Arwen took a few steps forward and stopped. Thousands of memories of her and Aragorn came flooding back to her. Tears began to stream down her face. She threw herself onto the bed and started crying loudly into her arms. Everything came rushing back to her. All her love for Aragorn and everything she lost.
A/N: Ok, so I didn't really use Elvish. I will hopefully update soon. Anyway, PLEASE REVIEW!!