THE RETURN OF LEGOLAS
The Inne was silent as a grave, candles lit in wavering succession around the whole of the downstairs area and alone... at a table sat Uryviel. Her flaxen hair of gold, drifting in pale shadows about her face and shoulders. Head bent forward reading... it would seem intently the words written upon pages that had long yellowed with age. It was her diary that had her attention so engrossed, a book that she had not opened in quite some time. Upon her face was a look that could only be described as a mixture of happiness and perplexity. At times a smile would drift there on slightly parted lips and others... a frown. The years had been kind to Uryviel, she had not aged at all it would seem. But then again that was the way with Elven kind, the years that took their toll on so many would not touch the immortal. She continued to turn the pages with incurious flicks of her fingers, a bit of hair that had grown a bit whiter in color over the years was the only sign of any age that had touched her grown a bit whiter in color over the years was the only sign of any age that had touched her... well that and the fact of the wiseness that she had gained, it was still etched deeply into her face. Eyes, the green of the sea scanned the words upon each page, it all seemed a lifetime ago. It seemed old realms held new hearts. Things had changed. What seemed like years to a normal mortal were simply days in his eyes. Blue hues scanned the area he had not seen in a number of years. Pointed ears picked up on a few sounds of the night, but nothing threatening. There was never anything threatening in this place. He had come to know that well in all of his travels. For once, he could be at ease. The soft sound of hooves upon the grass was the only sound in the night. Asfaloth had been his only companion for these many years, and he had been more than grateful. Sadly, the horse had seen his number in years, but the elf had not. The glowing lights of the tavern nearby took hold of those sharp eyes. He urged his steed forward, patting the neck of the stallion after he hopped down effortlessly. So here he was, standing just outside the door of his past..and perhaps his future? He hesitated outside the door, almost fearful that he would not find her here. He walked in though,the warmth more than welcoming, as well as the peaceful atmosphere. Sharp eyes looked around beneath the hood of that cloak. He felt as if his immortal heart was pulled from his chest when he saw her. Alone? All of this time and here she was, just the same as he remembered her. The only thing that had changed was the light about her. It was more brilliant now with the years added to her age. Yes, alone... though the years had seen her married once and her womb quickened with twins. She had still ended up alone. The children grown now and on their own her life had become a simple routine. She lived only to care for her tavern and her friends. She looked up as he entered, those sharp green eyes taking in the straight line of a muscular body she had not seen in so many years. He still stood with pride, and that could not be mistaken. But... was he still the man she remembered? She closed the journal abruptly and half stood from her seat. She felt many emotions all at once, the first being happiness, the next disbelief that he was even here and the final she felt as though she may faint. Her lips parted to speak and though she felt she had so very much to say she could on whisper a single word and it was more a question than a statement. "Legolas?" As the name rolled off her lips like the sweetest sound of music from a lute there were tears in here yes. The elf knew right then and there that it was her. His heart knew more than anything. He could sense it. That feeling of grief he felt when they had parted had all but faded, leaving him with a sudden feeling of joy- just at the mere sight of her. He wanted to rush forward and take her into his arms but he remained as proper and stubborn as a royal prince ling could be. He was always the stubborn sort, never showing any true feelings...except to her. The one that had claimed his heart and still had it..if she wanted it. He heard her voice and his expression softened, pale fingers moving to pull back the hood of his gray cloak. He did not wear the crown of his realm, no. He thought himself a simple archer as he always did. Warrior braids still held his hair back near those ears, just as always. Nothing had changed about him. Nothing. ?Uryviel.? It was a whisper just the same as hers was, only so much longing and love lined a simple word. One he had wished to speak for a very long time. The tears fell freely now, just her name on his lips was all she needed to know that he still loved her. There had always been a way he said it, even when they were but mere children that let her know how much he felt for her. She moved slowly at first, taking one step and then another. She paused, as though she thought he may be an apparition of some sort and not really there at all. There had been so many times she had looked up thinking he had come back again only to find that it was some other that may have walked a bit like him, or an accent when saying a certain word. She finally moved forward again, this time a bit faster until she was standing before him. One slender fingered hand lifted to caress his cheek, her eyes tear bright and sparkling with a wondrous light. Her voice was choked with a sob as she spoke. "Is it really you? Please let it really be you...." Those tears in her eyes, those bright pools that he knew so well.. it nearly forced tears into his own. He could feel the strange burning sensation at the back of his eyes. He fought it well. He was no longer accustomed to showing emotion and it would take him some time until he got used to it again. Years of being on his own in the wilderness and in the company of mortals in the White City had its disadvantages. He was a bit cold hearted from the looks and the scoffs, the insults, but humans would be humans. All were mostly fickle. He saw her step forward and he just continued to stand where he was, posture regal, perfect. There was an air about this elf. Royalty he was, no matter how he tried to hide it. He felt those fingers to his cheek and all barriers he had been trying to keep established crumbled and finally exposed that aching heart. His fingers moved to caress hers, his hands cold from the wintry evening in the forest. Though the cold did not effect his kind it would still be felt upon his pale skin. He turned his head and closed his eyes, allowing his lips to brush against her palm. ?The wind has returned me to you, just as I promised it would.? As his fingers entwined with hers she noticed how cold they were. At first she thought he would not return her emotions and instead would scorn her for having taken another husband while he was away. She had learned her lesson, there was no other that she would ever love save one.. and he was standing right here in front of her now. Legolas had always been the only man she felt so deeply for. None of the others could ever compare to him, the regal frame she knew so well, the nights they had shared that had been so warm and tender yet so short because of his duty to leave. She longed for him now, she wanted to feel his arms around her and she gasped as he spoke of the wind and how it had brought him to her once more. Those words he had said so long ago, not forgotten. She felt as though she could berate herself for ever taking another in his place while he had been away. She should have known that he was the only one for her. She moved closer still her arms coming about his waist and her head laid gently upon his chest. Her golden hair mingling with his own and she found words once more. "I am sorry... I have done you wrong, I have been married while you were gone and had children though they are grown and gone away now and the man has disappeared... I should never have taken another Legolas ... I hope you can forgive me. By the gods... how I have missed you." Her hands were upon his back and fingers curled to grip his tunic tightly as the anguished tears fell. He felt her come so close to him and he knew in that moment that she was going to touch him. He felt the warmth of her arms around him and he nearly lost his control. Was this truly happening? All of the nights alone, wishing to be in her embrace and now he was here., Hands moved to rest on her back, but just gently. He did not know if he could touch her as he used to. He did not know if things had changed. He heard her words and he felt that heart of his harden. She had found another? He was more than surprised. They had promised themselves to each other, but he knew he couldn?t have expected that of her. Not after all of this time. The loneliness nearly killed him. He had no idea what it would have done to her. Blue eyes closed as he listened to her ask for forgiveness. If only he had not stayed in Gondor, or walked the Pellenor fields as often. He knew he needed to return home, but he felt his allegiance was to his friend. He just kept those eyes closed for now, his voice abut a pain filled whisper. ?There is nothing to forgive.?
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The Inne was silent as a grave, candles lit in wavering succession around the whole of the downstairs area and alone... at a table sat Uryviel. Her flaxen hair of gold, drifting in pale shadows about her face and shoulders. Head bent forward reading... it would seem intently the words written upon pages that had long yellowed with age. It was her diary that had her attention so engrossed, a book that she had not opened in quite some time. Upon her face was a look that could only be described as a mixture of happiness and perplexity. At times a smile would drift there on slightly parted lips and others... a frown. The years had been kind to Uryviel, she had not aged at all it would seem. But then again that was the way with Elven kind, the years that took their toll on so many would not touch the immortal. She continued to turn the pages with incurious flicks of her fingers, a bit of hair that had grown a bit whiter in color over the years was the only sign of any age that had touched her grown a bit whiter in color over the years was the only sign of any age that had touched her... well that and the fact of the wiseness that she had gained, it was still etched deeply into her face. Eyes, the green of the sea scanned the words upon each page, it all seemed a lifetime ago. It seemed old realms held new hearts. Things had changed. What seemed like years to a normal mortal were simply days in his eyes. Blue hues scanned the area he had not seen in a number of years. Pointed ears picked up on a few sounds of the night, but nothing threatening. There was never anything threatening in this place. He had come to know that well in all of his travels. For once, he could be at ease. The soft sound of hooves upon the grass was the only sound in the night. Asfaloth had been his only companion for these many years, and he had been more than grateful. Sadly, the horse had seen his number in years, but the elf had not. The glowing lights of the tavern nearby took hold of those sharp eyes. He urged his steed forward, patting the neck of the stallion after he hopped down effortlessly. So here he was, standing just outside the door of his past..and perhaps his future? He hesitated outside the door, almost fearful that he would not find her here. He walked in though,the warmth more than welcoming, as well as the peaceful atmosphere. Sharp eyes looked around beneath the hood of that cloak. He felt as if his immortal heart was pulled from his chest when he saw her. Alone? All of this time and here she was, just the same as he remembered her. The only thing that had changed was the light about her. It was more brilliant now with the years added to her age. Yes, alone... though the years had seen her married once and her womb quickened with twins. She had still ended up alone. The children grown now and on their own her life had become a simple routine. She lived only to care for her tavern and her friends. She looked up as he entered, those sharp green eyes taking in the straight line of a muscular body she had not seen in so many years. He still stood with pride, and that could not be mistaken. But... was he still the man she remembered? She closed the journal abruptly and half stood from her seat. She felt many emotions all at once, the first being happiness, the next disbelief that he was even here and the final she felt as though she may faint. Her lips parted to speak and though she felt she had so very much to say she could on whisper a single word and it was more a question than a statement. "Legolas?" As the name rolled off her lips like the sweetest sound of music from a lute there were tears in here yes. The elf knew right then and there that it was her. His heart knew more than anything. He could sense it. That feeling of grief he felt when they had parted had all but faded, leaving him with a sudden feeling of joy- just at the mere sight of her. He wanted to rush forward and take her into his arms but he remained as proper and stubborn as a royal prince ling could be. He was always the stubborn sort, never showing any true feelings...except to her. The one that had claimed his heart and still had it..if she wanted it. He heard her voice and his expression softened, pale fingers moving to pull back the hood of his gray cloak. He did not wear the crown of his realm, no. He thought himself a simple archer as he always did. Warrior braids still held his hair back near those ears, just as always. Nothing had changed about him. Nothing. ?Uryviel.? It was a whisper just the same as hers was, only so much longing and love lined a simple word. One he had wished to speak for a very long time. The tears fell freely now, just her name on his lips was all she needed to know that he still loved her. There had always been a way he said it, even when they were but mere children that let her know how much he felt for her. She moved slowly at first, taking one step and then another. She paused, as though she thought he may be an apparition of some sort and not really there at all. There had been so many times she had looked up thinking he had come back again only to find that it was some other that may have walked a bit like him, or an accent when saying a certain word. She finally moved forward again, this time a bit faster until she was standing before him. One slender fingered hand lifted to caress his cheek, her eyes tear bright and sparkling with a wondrous light. Her voice was choked with a sob as she spoke. "Is it really you? Please let it really be you...." Those tears in her eyes, those bright pools that he knew so well.. it nearly forced tears into his own. He could feel the strange burning sensation at the back of his eyes. He fought it well. He was no longer accustomed to showing emotion and it would take him some time until he got used to it again. Years of being on his own in the wilderness and in the company of mortals in the White City had its disadvantages. He was a bit cold hearted from the looks and the scoffs, the insults, but humans would be humans. All were mostly fickle. He saw her step forward and he just continued to stand where he was, posture regal, perfect. There was an air about this elf. Royalty he was, no matter how he tried to hide it. He felt those fingers to his cheek and all barriers he had been trying to keep established crumbled and finally exposed that aching heart. His fingers moved to caress hers, his hands cold from the wintry evening in the forest. Though the cold did not effect his kind it would still be felt upon his pale skin. He turned his head and closed his eyes, allowing his lips to brush against her palm. ?The wind has returned me to you, just as I promised it would.? As his fingers entwined with hers she noticed how cold they were. At first she thought he would not return her emotions and instead would scorn her for having taken another husband while he was away. She had learned her lesson, there was no other that she would ever love save one.. and he was standing right here in front of her now. Legolas had always been the only man she felt so deeply for. None of the others could ever compare to him, the regal frame she knew so well, the nights they had shared that had been so warm and tender yet so short because of his duty to leave. She longed for him now, she wanted to feel his arms around her and she gasped as he spoke of the wind and how it had brought him to her once more. Those words he had said so long ago, not forgotten. She felt as though she could berate herself for ever taking another in his place while he had been away. She should have known that he was the only one for her. She moved closer still her arms coming about his waist and her head laid gently upon his chest. Her golden hair mingling with his own and she found words once more. "I am sorry... I have done you wrong, I have been married while you were gone and had children though they are grown and gone away now and the man has disappeared... I should never have taken another Legolas ... I hope you can forgive me. By the gods... how I have missed you." Her hands were upon his back and fingers curled to grip his tunic tightly as the anguished tears fell. He felt her come so close to him and he knew in that moment that she was going to touch him. He felt the warmth of her arms around him and he nearly lost his control. Was this truly happening? All of the nights alone, wishing to be in her embrace and now he was here., Hands moved to rest on her back, but just gently. He did not know if he could touch her as he used to. He did not know if things had changed. He heard her words and he felt that heart of his harden. She had found another? He was more than surprised. They had promised themselves to each other, but he knew he couldn?t have expected that of her. Not after all of this time. The loneliness nearly killed him. He had no idea what it would have done to her. Blue eyes closed as he listened to her ask for forgiveness. If only he had not stayed in Gondor, or walked the Pellenor fields as often. He knew he needed to return home, but he felt his allegiance was to his friend. He just kept those eyes closed for now, his voice abut a pain filled whisper. ?There is nothing to forgive.?
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