Through Wind and Fire (LOTR)

IV

Someday falling in love with you

Holding your hand... 

Our story will start

Someday soon.

- "Someday Soon" by Francesca Battestelli 

...Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires.

- Song of Solomon 8:4

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Fili, Kili, Oin, and Bofur assemble themselves in a boat, preparing to leave Laketown, setting their eyes toward Erebor, the Lonely Mountain. Their home. A red-haired elleth walks towards them with a longing look in her bright eyes that now threatened to spill with tears. Slowly she strides closer to the dwarves, glancing behind her, hoping that the elf prince would be gone. Yet he is still there, watching the whole scene. He calls her name, his voice quivering as he speaks.

She looks into his eyes, and continues walking towards the boat. She catches the eye of a certain dwarf prince, and they step nearer and nearer each other, hesitantly, unsure of what to do. Finally, they reach one another, only half a foot separating them. Both stare into the other's eyes, almost desperately, refusing to look away. The dwarf begins to speak in his native tongue, and the fiery haired elleth looks at him with confusion, yet she knew. He presses a stone into her hand, and walks away from her. The four dwarves head toward the Lonely Mountain, leaving the elf there, running her fingers over the runes that the stone bore. 

The prince watched the whole ordeal. Watched as a dwarf stole the affection of the one whose love he desired the most. He could almost feel his heart breaking, but it did not. It was almost as, in that moment, his heart did not break as it should. But that was of no comfort to that elf. He stood there by his horse, breathing deeply, controlling the sobs that were begging to be released from his throat. The pit in his stomach grew larger, and his heart clenched. A hole in his chest grew, only to vanish right away, much to his surprise. He called her name, urging her to come with him. Finally, she turned and strode to the elf who stood there, almost trembling. They mounted a horse and galloped off in silence.

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A sudden burst of anger flashed through him, and he turned his head, watching as she was thrown against a rock. Loading his bow, he shot arrow after arrow at the large orc, most of them bouncing of the armour that was pushed into his foul skin. Realising his arrows were no more, he unsheathed his deadly twin blades, blades the elf prince was so talented with, he could easily combat a sword with them. Jumping to where the grotesque form of life stood gloating over the chaos he had caused, the prince silently challenged the large being of evil to a duel. He slashed and kicked, spun and rolled, stabbed and punched, as if he was performing a dance of doom. With the emotion that blazed inside the prince, the huge mass of disgusting life stood no chance, and soon fell. He then noted that the elleth was gone, the eagles had arrived, and the battle was almost won.

The prince soon found her, leaning over a limp figure and watched as she wept over the body of the fallen dwarf prince, watched as his father declared her love for the dwarf was real, watched as she kissed his dead lips. Something that maybe should have happened in that moment did not happen. Yet he did not know what it was, but he may find the answer soon. 

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LEGOLAS' POV

We are approaching Imladris, it is now only one hundred leagues away, my first true journey almost completed. These past two weeks have been the best days of my life, filled with beauty and love. I am glad to be an elf in this moment, for then I will not miss the Hidden Pass. That would be terrible. The plains surrounding the pass are dry, yet beautiful. The grass shines golden in the sun, her rays beaming down on the earth. What plants are green stand out, as to say, Look at me, for I bear colour.' My horse slows down to a canter, and I urge him on, his powerful legs pounding into the ground, his mane and tail streaming behind him like water.
In spite of this beautiful time I have spent in nature, I feel fufilled, yet empty. It is as something seems to lack in my journey, or even my life. I have not the slightest idea of what that may be, but it gnaws inside me. Just like the confession I have yet to make to Tauriel.
It should have been easy enough to tell here during this fortnight, but every time I make up my mind to tell her, something nags at me, as to say the now is not the right time. Which is precisely why I am waiting until we arrive in Rivendell.