Author's Note: Well, I guess the flood of e-mails and a few reviews answered my question of anyone was reading.
To Maybe Tonight: Legolas was just beginning to figure out he was getting to close to her when Elrohir hugged her. He turned away then, before Elrohir assured him he (Elrohir) thinks of Lunian as his daughter.
To LOTR-fan-gurl: I just want to mention in passing that Aragorn and Lunian are the only mortals Elrohir has ever been in contact with enough to love.. and both are as kin to him. {And thanks, of course, for the rest of your review! ;) }
To all other reviews, e-mailers & anonymous readers: Thank you for reading, hope you enjoy, there will be an update sometime this weekend, and any reviews, e-mails ideas, error notifications(spelling, grammar), or questions are always welcome and appreciated. Along with any ideas for a better summary… ;)
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Lenaith turned to him, her eyes so bright, as the noon sky after a storm. She laughed at the antics of a squirrel above them, before her mind was turned to watch a butterfly as it danced through the air, pausing to grace a flower with its presence. When she turned again, her eyes softened even farther, her love for him shining brightly in her eyes.
He took her hand, kneeling beside her. She turned a little, tucking her dress around her legs, resting her weight on one arm as she reached to his face with the other. A smile lifted the corners of her mouth, before she spoke to him how much she loved him.
He responded in kind, running a finger down her cheek to her chin. Almost always thrust forward in determination, she was a force to be reckoned with when she wished to be. He lifted his other hand, tucking her fair golden hair out of her face, brushing the tips of her ears as he did so.
She shivered softly and tilted her head back as he leaned in closer—
"Elrohir?"
He sighed, bowed his head and closed his eyes as that day vanished, changing back to the halls of his father's house. "Yes?"
Lunian's eyes dropped from his. She had changed into a clean dress, and had combed her hair, which was beginning to dry, the very tips curling slightly, waving in a small gust of fresh-smelling air. "You were thinking about her, weren't you?"
"Yes," he agreed softly, looking down at her.
Her eyes filled with sadness, mostly for him, he knew. "What about?" she asked softly, turning to walk down the hall.
"The day I bound myself to her." He looked out the window at the rainy world, felt as if the skies wept for him, for he had no tears left. "It was in the little glen by the river, a spring day. The scent of lilacs was in the air," he added, his voice merely a wistful murmur.
Lunian bowed her head, swallowing. Her voice was a bit rough, as if she held back tears. "Do I ever remind you of her?"
He smiled tenderly at her, trailed a finger down her cheek before tucking her hair behind her rounded ears. "Everyday, little one. Everyday." He kissed her forehead and turned to walk again, putting an arm over her shoulder. She smiled a little tearfully, but the tears didn't overflow. By the time they were at the table, she was fine once more. He dropped his arm as she moved to her place beside Estel.
How ironic it was.