The prophecy of the elvish warrior

Overwhelmed

On my way back I was stopped by Legolas. He looked distressed and nervous. "May I talk to you for a bit?" He asked, insecurity washing over his voice. I took his hands in mine. "Of course. What is troubling you, mellon?" Pulling his hands out of mine he started walking. It was uncommon for him to walk without offering me his arm first, even though I had never taken the offer, he didn't grow tired on doing it. "Perhaps a more private space would be more suitable."

Unsure of where this might lead, I followed him. With secure feet he guided us through the corridors and open paths of Minas Tirith. I was taken aback, by the sheer size of the castle, but Legolas seemed to know his way. It didn't take long for us to reach the long overflow of the castles courtyard. Passing the white tree, we stopped at the end of the top.

I put my hand on the reeling of the castle wall, looking over the city extending to my feet. Legolas stood silently next to me, playing with the hem of his shirt. "What is it, that clouding your mind?" I asked turning around to face him. Everything around us was dark, his face sparsely lit by the lonely flame of a lantern several feet down the wall. Clenching his jaw, he looked away. "I cant do this anymore."

"What exactly?" I pressed down.

"I... You..." He stuttered, incapable of putting together a full sentence. "I know this is wrong on so many levels, and I know I do not deserve you as a friend after what I am about to tell you, but I cant hide it anymore. The baring of this secret is destroying me." He took a few steps towards me effectively backing me into the spear top of the wall. I was staring at him with wide eyes fearing what was about to happen next. My stomach was flipping and twisting at the thoughts that were racing through my mind.

This couldn't be true. No! This should not be happening right now. "Legolas, I..." My voice cracked at the end of the sentence. He was now directly in front of me, putting his hands left and right of my hips on the wall. Not daring to touch me. And then the worst I feared became the truth. He bent down, kissing me.

His lips were soft, working against mine in the sweetest way possible. Without thinking twice, my body reacted to his touch. I froze at the spot, unable to send any signal through my nerves. It felt good to be kissed by him, in such a different way than Haldir was kissing me. Legolas was careful, loving and sweet, while Haldir was dominant, sensual and filthy. 

And when the realization hit me, that I craved both, my heart shattered. NO! This cant be true! I loved Haldir. Loved the way he switched between gentle and loving to dominant and demanding. There was no way, I could ever be happy at Legolas side. He was to sweet, to innocent, to not Haldir. But my brain screamed his name. Yearned after his touch.

Forcefully I pushed him back, making him stumble a few steps. I used the chance and fled the scene. Fear pushed itself up my spine, forcing tears to spring from my eyes. I felt my throat closing in a rising panic. My feet carrying me through the castle, stumbling over decorations for Aragons coronation, nearly taking the soon to be king down when I rounded a corner. He caught me, before I hit the ground. "Lady Visha!" He huffed at the impact. "What has you running with such a persistence?" Once he saw the tears running down my cheeks his demeanor changed: "What happened?" He asked, worry in his eyes.

"Haldir. Where?" I pressed out, shaking in Aragons arms.

"Right here, my little star. Right here." The hold around me changed, grew stronger. The scent of pine and forest taking over. I clung to his body, throwing my head around in order to look, if Legolas had followed me. Indeed, he did. Standing at the end of the corridor, watching the scene with a hardened stare, before he turned around.

"I think I let you two sorting out this... situation." Aragon said, still a little worried. "Meldir*." Haldir thanked Aragon, before he guided me back to our room.

*meldir = friend