Discalimer: we all know the drill - DLN
Sweet Nothings
Legolas
I had led Laurelin the mage to one of the many places we had frequented when she was a child. In fact this was the place we had come to on her twelfth birthday. It had been a nice outing although she hadn't been allowed to have the bow I had carved for her memory assaulted my senses and I saw myself walk into the clearing. I left my bow and arrows against the tree and then walked to the other side of the tree. I leaned my weary back against the trunk and slid down to a sitting position at the base of the trunk. Laurelin still stood by the horses afraid that they would run away. Elves never tethered their horses we didn't believe in it we were free and always have been shouldn't animals be free too. Laurelin looked over at me shyly as she always did, asking permission to be near me with her eyes. Never her voice or her body just the green oceanic swell of her eyes. Laurelin's pretty eyes could communicate the world and so much more. I cast my gaze to hers letting the warmth in my heart be telltale in my eyes. Elves tended to never let their emotion show but with Laurelin mine flowed as a butterfly floating on the wind in a field. Laurelin happily came over to sit beside me, she always put herself below me and I hated it. I pulled Laurelin off the lush grass and into safety of my lap. She stiffened a little at first but then her manner eased as she put her own mind to rest and relaxed. We sat there quietly content for what seemed like an eternity. Laurelin then suddenly picked up my much larger hand and began to play withit marvelling at it seemingly.
"Laurelin I am truly sorry that you didn't get to use your bow and arrows, but I am glad you liked them all the same,' I apologized.
"There isn't anything for you to be sorry for it's Uncle Elrond and Gaddy that won't let me have my present as for me liking them you're wrong your present was my favourite out of them all," she answered her grasp on my hand firm and unrelenting.
"I know their fears and I understand them but they must know that you are wise as though you are an elf like me," I told her wishing it were true. Since Laurelin was human she would age and grow old. Unless she fell in love with an Elf and that Elf returned her love. I loved her fiercely but not in the way that was required. For it to work I would have to love her as a mate, with an intensity that went beyond life, death or anything that existed in Middle-earth.
"Legolas?" she ventured softly.