Whispers of the Forest (Legolas x Male OC)

A Dance?

Sîrion adjusted his collar for what felt like the millionth time, pulling at his sleeves right after. Not only was he in the stiff tunic again, but he was surrounded by people. Thankfully, he wasn't in the crowd behind the line of Gondorian soldiers but standing on the other side of it beside Eowyn and Faramir. Raeadeth fidgeted nervously to his right, looking all around at the decorations and people in awe. He had convinced the head healer to allow the girl to accompany him to the ceremony. After learning how disappointed Raeadeth was to be missing it for work, Sîrion couldn't help but pull some strings to make sure the girl could attend. He may have lied about how worried he was about his now unstitched side... but the head healer didn't need to know that. Aragron's coronation would start any moment, and though excitement felt high around him, he was much more excited for this to be over. He enjoyed being here to support his friend; however, crowds, and more specifically, crowds of men, still brought a good amount of discomfort. Legolas left earlier, assigned to some role within the ceremony, and Sîrion had almost convinced himself to miss the ceremony once he learned this. He didn't like the idea of being alone during such an important event... but Legolas had mentioned he would only get more questions from advisors and lords if he failed to show in his place during the crowning. And it was the goal of the listener to avoid as many conversations with strangers as he could without harming the King's image.

Everyone's attention turned to where the King stood on the steps, Gandalf at the top of them, raising a crown and placing it on Aragorn's head, "Now come the days of the King. May they be blessed."

Sîrion glanced down at Raeadeth as the former ranger stood. He smiled softly at the look of joy and wonder on her face. She probably hadn't been to such a celebration. The city of Minas Tirith had been fending off the forces of Mordor longer than most, long enough that the listener doubted Raeadeth knew anything but a war-torn city. Hopefully, this could be the beginning of a more calm life for the girl. One filled with more joy than worry. Aragorn began to sing softly, a song which seemed to briefly describe the coming of the King's Númenórean ancestors. He walked down the pathway lined with guards, Sîrion giving a small bow as Faramir and Eowyn did the same. Legolas walked toward the King, a procession of elves behind him. He caught a glance behind the Prince, slightly surprised to see Elrond. The listener assumed he would've left with the rest of Rivendell. The group continued forward, Sîrion smiling wide as the elf carrying the first banner revealed who she was. Arwen had stayed. He glanced at Elrond, finding the elf with a bittersweet smile.

"She's beautiful," Raeadeth whispered, eyes never leaving Arwen, "Who is she?"

The listener leaned down slightly, speaking softly, "Arwen. She was meant to leave for the Undying lands with the rest of her kin but seems to have chosen to stay with Aragorn instead."

He chuckled softly at the star-struck look in the girl's eye, "We're going to have an elven queen?"

He gave a small nod, watching as Arwen slowly walked forward. He couldn't have been more excited for the pair and was curious as to how the people of Gondor would take to an elven queen. He had gotten plenty of weary looks since beginning to explore more of Minas Tirith and found the people strangely cautious. According to Mithrandir, elves may as well be fairy tales here. The kingdom was so far away from any elven kingdom that legends ran free, painting elves as mystic beings that would sweep away those of weak will. It was rather amusing to hear. Less amusing now, knowing that Arwen would have to be the one to dispel the myths. But as the crowd cheered and clapped for the kiss shared between Aragorn and Arwen, his worry dissipated. Legolas fell into place beside him, giving a pat on the shoulder to Raeadeth, who was entranced by the elves falling in step behind the couple. They were walking towards where the hobbits stood atop an elevated white slab. As they shuffled forward, Sîrion allowed Raeadeth to walk in front of him and Legolas, not wanting to lose the girl in such a crowd. He intertwined his pinkie finger with Legolas', happy to have the other by his side again. And then suddenly, everyone was beginning to bow, Sîrion following suit when he saw who they were bowing. The four hobbits stood tall, disbelief across their faces.