Feä Bond (Legolas x OC)

Row row your boat

Her lovely voice escorted them along the Anduin, the song endearing in the strange accents of her tongue. English, she had called it. A tongue he nearly knew nothing about. And if he remembered properly, a language that wasn't even hers in the first place. Joy, awe and a hint of sadness. All those emotions conveyed through the rising and falling of her voice. Was he the only one that felt them so strongly?

Legolas was at loss. Leaning upon the wooden railing of the master corsair ship, he couldn't make sense of the turmoil that had seized his heart. His thoughts, disorganised for the very first time since his mother's death, could not settle. Part of him wanted to hold Frances forever, chasing away the sadness that she sang so freely, replacing it with her smile. He would worship her to the end of her days. Such a short time, but the time of his life.

Yet, he didn't dare. What would become of him once she was gone? Would he fade, leaving his father behind, he that we his only remaining family? Could he really survive her death? For he knew now, that there was no turning back. His heart had chosen against his will; the bond had already begun to form. Like no before her, he could feel her emotions more clearly as the hours passed. His Feä had overlooked his reason, binding in the most unexpected manner.

There would be no other in his heart; his thought continually reaching for hers. And she was miserable without his presence. This, he could feel as well. Wherever she was, her emotions were now his. Her pain, her doubts, but also her immense and lovely heart.

Why! O why did the Valar punish him so? Giving him the prefect companion only to steal her away? Why did he have to be bound to a mortal? For he loved her, like no other before her, and he knew that he would never love again.

"Now I'm bathed in light

Something just isn't right

I'm under your spell

How else could it be

Anyone would notice me

It's magic I can tell

How you set me free

Brought me out so easily"

As she sang of love and sorrow, Legolas spared a look around him. Dark clouds hovered above their fleet, filtering the light and plunging the valley of the Anduin in darkness. Their arrival in Pelargir had been timely. Effectively stopping the corsair before they waged war on Minas Tirith, the dead host had cleared the vessels faster than any army could have. The Haradrim, cornered on the docks, had valiantly fought but to no avail.

Victory came swiftly, and Aragorn released the cursed men from their oath. The Dunedain had breathed in relief at being rid of their unsettling presence. Each one of the Grey Company had taken command over a corsair vessel, gaining in the process a little army from Pelargir and Lamedon.

For the men had come, those that Aragorn had summoned to follow before the great city of Linhir. They had answered his call, alike to the Dead host before them, and followed their future king to battle. Aragorn truly was an inspiring figure! Legolas hoped that he would come to see it someday.

The Grey Company had even found some prisoners, all of them eager to fight. Now they had set course to Minas Tirith at full sails. The wind blew from the sea, pushing them faster along the Anduin. It brought the smell of iodine, and with it the deep longing to answer its call. Legolas sighed. Those damned seagulls did nothing to hide his discomfort!

Truly, the elf had never been so lost during the long years of his life. And still, the lovely voice rose and fell in the air, telling him all there was to know to soothe his worries. Enthralled, Legolas surrendered his will and followed his heart. Silently descending the few steps that separated him from ... the light of his days. Joy, kindness, softness and melancholy. All of it in her intense gaze.