Feä Bond (Legolas x OC)

Musings

Hey. Long time no see. I'll make my chapters shorter because it gets difficult to read on wattpad. Just choping them.

The night was settling in, little clouds of smoke slowly ascending the evening sky from Aragorn's pipe. His grey eyes were strained on a particular spot in the gardens, his brain frying dead from all the information he had had to process this few last days. A crystalline voice made his heart leap with joy; Arwen's laugh had always been so refreshing to him. Another hearty chuckle climbed to his ears, this one belonged to a human. The timbre was lower and much less elegant, but its expression was filled with colors and emotions he couldn't grasp. Thinking hard for the hundredth time about the woman who recklessly attacked five Ringwraith without backing down, Estel could find nothing but emptiness. Who she was and where she came from was a total mystery and her straight forwardness had changed nothing to the puzzle. Elrond, all mighty and visionary, had said he could be of no help. His foster son knew there probably was some knowledge in his father's visions, but for an unknown reason he was not eager to share. At loss, Etel was once again in the dark, left to forge an opinion by himself on the unusual woman that had landed in his lap a few days ago.

Another form appeared at his side and started puffing smoke. As Gandalf settled himself alongside, he just had to get a glimpse of his eyes to know what he was thinking. Aragorn would not ask for information, he knew that anything he was willing to share would come to him unasked, and that the rest would be buried with him. However, Gandalf had no idea about who the woman was, other that she came from another world, and he felt at loss regarding the future. Of course, he had probably known before taking this form, but his once of humanity had hidden many things from him. Knowledge would flow whenever needed, but as for now it was best to accept to stay in the dark. Despite this evident lack of guidelines, the wizard knew that she was going to play a part in middle earth's war, and if it was the best he could fathom for now, it was still better than his smoking mate. The Valar's will was never shared lightly.

- "Some things are just not made to be heard", said Gandalf slowly.

- "Arwen has always been a god judge of characters"

Deep blue eyes met grey, and they understood each other without any more words. The night closed. The ladies walked slowly past the trees after their evening stroll in the marvelous gardens of Imladris. Up there on the balconies were watching two imposing figures, smoking quietly.

Glorfindel was a puzzle to her. His long flowing hair had nothing different from most of the elves, but somehow it had been his doom against a Balrog of the first order, and still he refused to tie it up when fighting. The twins had fed her up with this horrific story of course, and from the day she heard the tale Frances had decided that tying her hair was the key to safety. The stoic elf that towered in front of her was nonetheless impressive, and the young woman tried to curb the lump in her throat as he greeted her formally. She knew he wasn't pleased with Elrond's decision to have him forge a sword for her; his secrets were sacred and so was his art. Creating an elvish weapon for a member of the second born was not honorable, and she had had echoes of the row that had opposed the two powers of nature on her behalf. Feeling guilty, the young woman had insisted that she did not need a sword done by the Balrog slayer himself, but the master of Imladris would have nothing of it. Yet, his decision didn't look like it was driven by a stubborn desire, and Glorfindel had eventually relented. He trusted Elrond's judgment above all, and would overcome his dislike; those were troubled times.