***Warning for implied slash in this chapter - don't like, don't read***
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#53 Hatred
Standing high above the valley, Legolas gazed down upon the toy like house beneath him and examined the feelings of reluctance and pain that wove their way around his heart.
It had not always been like this.
Once he would have raced down the rocky path as fast as he was able, flying over the uneven ground with no thought to his safety, his heart beating out an excited tamponade that had naught to do with his exertions but all to do with his destination.
The Last Homely House.
A haven of peace and tranquillity after the sphere of constant bloodshed and conflict that his own homeland was becoming.
The place where his heart had found its mate and it could remember the joy of love once more.
Once…
..but no longer.
Not since horror had encroached into its confines and hatred had all but driven love away from the one with whom his song still resonated, and forever would be bound.
"Elrohir."
The whisper left his lips like a sigh upon the wind as he steeled himself for the descent, unsure if he would find a lover riven with guilt and shame or an avenging spirit consumed by anger and bent on destruction.
Whichever it was he knew he would have to be strong enough to bear it, to soothe and calm the ragged edges of a damaged fëa, or rise and follow in hatreds wake, for if he was not his love would fall and if Elrohir was lost…
… then so was he.
A/N For some reason I can't seem to write anything but angst atm. Hopefully the next prompt will push me towards something more cheerful, but I can't make any promises ;)