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Silver Roses have Thorns
Love or Honor
Elrond looked into the clear blue sky from his balcony. He had done the right thing in getting Estel a good marriage, he knew that. But he was worried nonetheless. Estel wasn't anywhere near ready to take back Gondor.
"I have something to say," A soft voice whispered behind him. He half expected it to be Legolas, but he knew it was not.
He didn't even have to turn around, "I told you not to be disappointed, daughter." Arwen walked to her father with tears streaming down her face.
"Ada, I would have made a pleasant wife to Estel! I love him!" She fought a battle that no longer could be won.
"That is the reason I would not allow your heart to be broken. He is mortal; you would forever grieve when he passes."
"Then you'd let Legolas grieve? Why would you not submit me to the torture you condemn him to?"
"You are young still, Arwen. Your heart will move on. What life would you expect with him? Love long passed when he is dead? Or to marry him then realize that you had a foolish flutter of love that will pass quickly? I have saved you, Daughter." He put a hand on her shoulder. She pulled away in fury.
"If what I have is a flutter of love and I feel as though my heart could burst….what of me if I find true love? I imagine it could kill me!" She rushed out of the room. Elrond looked back out tothe sky, not even considering his daughter's words. He had heard them to many times before.
"My prince?" A guard appeared in the doorway.
"Yes?" Legolas answered
"We are leaving, my prince."
"We? I am leaving so soon?" Legolas's heart leaped at the thought of leaving his new life that he so disliked.
"Pardon my choice of words, my lord. You are to stay with your husband while my crew and I return to Mirkwood." The guard corrected himself.
"So I am to be left alone?" Legolas whispered so soft the guard missed it.
"My lord?"
"Never mind, I wish you a safe travel, send my joy of my marriage to my father."
The guard bowed and left, making a note to remember the message.
Estel shot at targets that morning. He never missed a mark. Maybe something last night piped up his happiness. Of course hurting Legolas wasn't exactly something he'd ever try to do again. He wasn't even sure he'd share the same bed with Legolas again. The elf had avoided him today. He tried to surprise him in his rooms, but a servant told him that Legolas was ill.
"Estel," Arwen appeared behind him. She was in a white dress with pearls seeming to hang everywhere. He grabbed her in a brotherly hug, obviously not noticing the desire in her voice or the elegant dress, and seemed alarmed when her lips met him own. She held his head so that if he tried to pull away she'd pull him back. Soon tongues were exploring the other's mouth. This is wrong, They both thought. Estel knew he had Legolas to honor. Arwen also knew this though didn't care about the prince the least.
"Aragon," A voice said. Legolas stood, his head hung with shame that his husband couldn't even wait a day without dishonoring him.
A/N: What is Legolas gonna do? Guess you'll have to read the next Chapter to find out.
