Feä Bond (Legolas x OC)

Minas Tirith

Night was strengthening its grip on the white city, darkness descending upon it like there would be no tomorrow. And somehow, it was not so far from the truth. How many would not survive to see the first blossoms ?

Legolas sighed, his heart unsettled. Somewhere in the citadel rested his lady love, probably yearning for his presence, sitting on a couch meant for two people. But did she, really?

In his wildest dreams, Frances waited for him, arms outstretched to welcome his embrace, whispering her undying love at his ear. In the darkest, she rejected his presence quietly, explaining their closeness was only friendship, and that her heart still belonged to her betrothed in her strange world. How queer, that his mood would be so sombre when he should have been elated from their blossoming relationship. Could Frances be out of sorts as well, her sadness leaking through their bond?

The heavy tread of Aragon's feet elicited a deeper frown from the elf. Usually, the ranger was much lighter-footed. When he stomped into the tent, his features tense, Legolas came to him.

"Aragorn. What has angered you so ?"

The ranger sent him a weary look, sitting heavily on his bedroll as if the exhaustion of the later days had finally crashed on him.

"It is true I was angered at first, but now I only feel desolate for the argument. I had known the subject would be so sore, I might have avoided it altogether. Or found a better way to convey my feelings."

The wood elf raised a blond eyebrow, awaiting for more information, but somehow Aragorn seemed reluctant to share. Was it shame that passed upon his tired features?

"I am ready to listen if you wish to unburden your mind, but I will not pry."

The ranger sighed, sending a grateful gaze to his lifelong friend. How many years he had spent by his side, sharing long days in the wild, survival tricks and being instructed by the elf? He knew he could trust him, even if, in this case, he doubted his impartiality. Or rather, he knew where Legolas's allegiance would go.

"I might have had a row with Frances."

Legolas's glare was like a bucket of icy water being discharged upon his head.

"You what ? What happened ?"

A quick glance at the elf's clenched fist told him he was trying very hard to control himself. And so, he set to explain how he had learnt that Frances had spoken to Faramir against his instructions, hence the argument that had broken afterwards in her private quarters. He had not meant to be so patronising, neither paternalistic, nor any of what she had accused him of. And truth be told, a very levelled delivered chastisement had turned into a heated argument in very little time.

"Actually, I have to admit that I said very little. I only wished to convey my disappointment, but she was very angered"

Legolas seemed at loss just as much as he was. It was so unlike Frances to yell at people, and he had issues imagining that she would lash at Aragorn. They had such a close bond!

"Now I regret the way we parted, but I did not know what more to do at the time than let her gather her spirits again."

"How long since you left the citadel?" suddenly asked the elf.

"It was but a few hours before dusk."

Legolas's blue eyes seemed lost in thoughts. And then, his face lightened.

"Of course!" he said as he sprang to his feet. "Thank you, my friend."

And then he disappeared through the opening of their tent. Bewildered, Aragorn stood up, and pushed the flap aside. Watching the tall silhouette of his friend retreating, he whispered: