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Silver Roses have Thorns
Learning to Love
Legolas knew what power was. The root of all evil or the beginning of bless. It depended what power and what position. Since he was a young one he was taught the use of power. Separation of the poor and rich.
"My lord, the lord of Rivendell bids you to his study." A servant of the city whispered. Why did everyone think he wanted quiet?
"You'll have to show me the way," He said softly to not embarrass the poor girl. As he reached the doorway he looked at his travel stained clothing. He wasn't going to allow himself to be seen wearing such clothes. It never bothered him before, but he was never engaged before.
"Will the lord wait for me to change?"
"He says he wants to see you immediately."
Legolas's emotionless face turned to her, "You dare challenge your betters?"
"I serve the Lord Elrond, Your Grace," The servant stood her ground. She shrunk though, as Legolas's beauty turned to pure anger, a prince's temper. His eyes sharpened, his mouth tightened, and a shadow seemed to pass over him. All asking if she dared say that again.
"I'm going to freshen up. Unless you would like to be royalty and make me a mere peasant?" His words stung her, as little as they were. His eyes closed and her fast paced steps on the floor came to his ears.
"You are angry, Legolas," The young man showed again. Legolas sighed with deep tiredness.
"I am sorry, Aragon, I am tired and did not watch my feelings. Would you please forgive me?" Legolas put a little pout on his face. He knew not why he did these things.
Then Estel did something Legolas did not intention, "If you think you can seduce me into forgiving you you'll have to think of something else! I've been thinking about what happened earlier and it greatly puzzled me. If you want to seduce me than….than…." His words failed him and he lets tears fall.
Legolas had no idea what he did wrong. This boy had scolded him until tears came. Mortals were extremely strange.
"Aragon, young one, please do not cry! If you cry I am to be blamed! Please do not cry!" He held the young man and whispered tales of his homeland as if talking to a child.
Another day passed. The wedding was nearing quickly. Two more days and Legolas was truly married.
Helooked himself in the mirror. He did not see the greatbeauty that everyone claimed was there. People thought he just was trying to get people to look at him by acting this way. But he only saw his faults that were there."My hair is too brown, my eyes to light, my skin to pale!" He whispered.
"If you'll pardon me," The young man came from behind, "Your hair reminds me of wet sand, dark yet not to dark. But soft, like clouds. Your eyes are like mirrors. I can sometimes almost see every feeling in them. Your skin is like white silk. You're perfect.I've not known you long, but I know those must be true. You may have liked to have married someone else. I want to learn about you, Legolas."
"I want to learn of you also, Aragon."
