'Legolas son of the great eleven king Thranduil and heir to the throne of the woodland realm, seemed to have everything that any sane elf, human or even dwarf would wish for: He had strength that captivated and inspired those around him, a personali...
Legolas's body tensed as he recalled the memory, fingers developing creases in his leggings as his hands clasped together. He briefly ungritted his teeth before he replied "I get it..." He murmured "...Theres no need to bring up the past"
~ 3rd person PoV:
Legolas's body tensed as he recalled the memory, fingers developing creases in his leggings as his hands clasped together. He briefly ungritted his teeth before he replied "I get it..." He murmured "...Theres no need to bring up the past"
Tauriel spared a brief glance in his direction before she retaliated with a question of her own "Is it really unnecessary to bring up the past?..." She asked with a tinge of confusion in her smooth voice, lowering her gaze back to the fires dancing flames that emitted a crimson colour onto her pale skin, equivalent to a rose bathed in the dying light from the setting sun "...I just don't want you to-" She began but was surprisingly interrupted by Legolas, who had snapped his head in her direction with a glare.
"What?..." He spat, his stare not fluctuating from her nonchalant expression as he continued with a monotonous tone present in his voice "...You think I am going to make a fool out of myself?..." Legolas interrogated, voice slightly rising in irritation as he proceeded to glare down at her like a raven identifying its target "...You think I am going to break down as soon as our eyes meet and beg him to tell me why he..." He trailed off, peering back down to the fire with an indistinguishable emotion hidden within his eyes.
Tauriel did the same, although her features now contained a hint of concern that did not go unnoticed by Legolas who had momentarily glimpsed her way, appearing to be embarrassed about his unexpected outburst "Isn't that what happened last time you saw him?" She inquired, her azure eyes briefly evaluating the position in which he sat like flashes of sunlight peeking through storm clouds to locate a fisherman lost at sea, deprived of warmth.
"Yes..." He mumbled, a small sigh exiting his lips as he fiddled with his fingertips bitten by the heat of the observing flames "...And what good came out of it?..." Legolas asked, the words materializing with hesitancy as if he were unsure of the requirement for the words that fled his mouth "...Trust me..." He resumed, feeling the warmth from the flames briefly heat his face as a gust of wind forced it forwards "...I learned my lesson last time...It won't happen again" He finished.
Tauriel parted her lips to retaliate, though a moment later she seemed to come to a realisation that deemed the effort unnecessary and she sighed, closing her agar lips once again as she turned to examine the fire much like the person beside her.
A moment later, a voice called. Interrupting the previously relaxed silence that only had a moment to fill the air "What are you two doing?..." Iapetus asked from afar and Tauriel shifted her head to glance at him "...I am not keeping watch for nothing..." He said, adding "...Get some rest"
Legolas was the first to obey his suggestion and despite the elf next to him that still yearned to say more to him, he turned his back, spread a clean blanket down beside the fire and settled upon it. Moments later, Tauriel proceed to mock his movements and the stillness of the night once again dominated the atmosphere as they rested.
Legolas lay, stormy eyes tracing patterns within the flames as he pondered over forgotten memories. A thin sheen of moisture spread across his vision influencing his sight to become distorted. Yet he did not blink, he did not move, he dared not be neglecting of the comfort that it brought him as it hugged gently at his blank stare.
He fell asleep like that. The crackling of the fire as it devoured the wood, ridiculing the expression of hopelessness that danced across his features as it stared back at him with an intensity equal to his. It's smokeless flames unique to the warm moisture that coated his vision and stung at the corners of his eyes. Legolas was curled up in the fetal position, golden hair resting on his shoulders, the stray strands caressing his cheeks illuminated with a pink glow from the fire. And with that, he drifted into unconsciousness.
~
As daylight tore through Legolas's closed eyelids, the elf flickered his heavy eyes open. The noise of bickering emerging loudly upon his tired ears despite the quietness in which it was spoken in.
The first voice, hardly distinguishable to his ears, spoke quietly, although the tone spoken in did not thoroughly hide their irritation which they might have hoped "You are having bread" A voice, which Legolas distinctly recognised as Tauriel's snapped and Legolas frowned.
"No, I want something different" The other, Iapetus, responded with his voice laced with stubbornness. Legolas gently sat up, his body responding positively after being stuck in the same position for such a long period of time. He briefly eyed the burnt-out fire at his side, inspecting as the ashes from the wood drifted like snow in the wind.
"I am not a chef and we only have bread" Tauriel said, bringing Legolas back to reality as he glanced their way. Tauriel was standing beside Iapetus, who was crouching down next to one of the bags filled with equipment for their journey to Gondor and rummaging through as if searching for something. Locks of raven-black hair dangling over his shoulders.
Seeing the scene in front of him play out, Legolas could not help but feel slightly guilty. Iapetus, being his guard, had always appeared cold-hearted and emotionless on the outside, because it was his duty to follow orders and not have spare moments for entertainment. Thus, Legolas stayed silent for a short moment, glancing down to the burnt grass as he contemplated how he might appear to other people on the outside to stimulate them to behave so solemn.
Seeing that Legolas was awake, Tauriel made her way over, her vermilion hair flowing like waves behind her in the wind "Legolas, you're awake..." She stated once she had approached him. Legolas spared a singular glance in Iapetus's direction, who had immediately changed his demeanour upon seeing him awake, standing beside the travelling bag with a look of discontentment upon his features.
"...Do you want some bread?" Tauriel asked, just as Legolas averted his eyes back in her direction. Tauriel was standing in front of him, a content smile indifferent to Iapetus's present upon her lips, stray strands or red hair dancing across her face.
Legolas momentarily looked to the ground before he forced a smile of his own upon his face "No..." He somewhat snapped, the tone in which he said it in causing Tauriel to frown "...Let's just get going" He said, despite the nerves thought his body pleading otherwise.
Iapetus nodded from a further distance away and he picked up the bag that lay at his side. Tauriel gave him a concerned look, though Legolas paid it no mind and they proceeded with their journey.
Okay I know that this is short but like I'm really lacking any motivation to do anything and it's really hard to write when no words are coming to my head
I hope that this is okay though I know this sounds stupid but feedback does help keep me motivated
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