Feä Bond (Legolas x OC)

Sailing

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The ship's deck welcomed the sea breeze, cooling off the warmth of the afternoon. The sun shone vibrantly, its rays playing with the sails, creating pockets of dancing lights in the waters. The deep blue of the sea should have been a relief since the call of the gulls had been one of his deepest desires for three years. Yet, Legolas still felt that his heart, though relieved, would not heal. He wasn't happy, even in this idyllic environment. Even though he'd fulfilled the yearning of his heart, the great ship that took the undying lands where he belonged, didn't fulfill it.

Truth be told Legolas felt miserable. His promise to Aragorn, and the betrayal he committed by giving up stirred in his soul. Yet, it was just too painful to stay in middle earth. Would his broken soul find peace in Aman ?

Elrond's sons seemed to think so, but no one knew if it was just wishful thinking since none had heard of Celebrian their mother, ever since she had sailed from the grey havens. Sighing, the elf decided that it was time to bid his own friends one last goodbye.

Just as his foot touched the first cord, his heart lurched. Rapid emotions swirled within his soul, fear, longing, and most of all, fierce determination. Legolas frowned, hands frozen upon the rough rigging; he had not felt so keenly ever since Frances' departure. Days, months and years had passed in a haze, his soul clouded in greys instead of the vibrant colours he was used to. Was his soul awakening in fear of what he left behind ?

Blood rushed in his veins, filling him with a great deal of unrest. Suddenly, the wood elf surged anew, the need to do something fuelling his limbs. Legolas climbed the rigging swiftly and settled on the mast at the very top. Ignoring the fluttering of his heart, he cupped his eyes to search for Aragorn and Gimli. They were not in the port, so he scanned the shores.

There !

Both King and dwarf stood upon a cliffside, making signs in his direction. And yelling, probably, but the wind wouldn't allow him to understand their words. Legolas frowned; what could be so important that it had to be told now, and could not have been said when they parted? Studying the signs with attention, his brain finally acknowledged some of them. Swimming? Why would they sign such a thing when everything they had left to say was goodbye?

Gimli them pointed at something in the water, and the things suddenly clicked into place. A familiar dread crept up his spine, an emotion he had not felt for years.

Swirling around the mast, Legolas ordered all sails to be taken down. At once the ship filled up with sailors, no one questioning the orders of the prince of Greenwood. One by one, the immaculate sheets were folded and secured on the yards, and the elf eventually got a good view over the endless sea. His keen eyes searched, time stretching while his chest heaved in expectation.

Determination, once more, washed like a wave against him. Somehow, he knew... he knew that those emotions didn't belong to him, because he had given up on them long ago. Those emotions came from the bond...

Frances !

No one but her could have taken such a plunge into the sea to reach him. No one sane enough! Joy, fear and incredulity flooded him at once, and the elf nearly lost his balance such was the anticipation. What if he was mistaken ? Could he survive the disappointment ?