A/N you can be any race except an Elf in this.
Warning: feels? I hope?
__________________"It is old, very old," said the Elf. "So old that almost I feel young again, as I have not felt since I journeyed with you children. It is old and full of memory. I could have been happy here, if I had come in days of peace."
"Children?" You laughed. "We are not children. And I feel old."
He laughed at that, and walked to your side taking your hand. " Do not worry young one. You still have much in your future." With me he thought, as he smiled gently at you.
Your face filled with sorrow and doubt, and your eyes with pain.
"Do I?" You asked, looking at the dark ground and pulling your hand out of his as you slowly walked away from him.
He watches after you, tracing his palm where your hand had been. Aragorn walks up to him.
"Have I done something wrong?" The Elf asked.
"Yes, you have." Was all he said before walking away. Leaving Legolas to watch after him, not realizing that he had struck a nerve.
Gimli was next. "To you they were mere words... a simple jest. But to her. To her, you just called her a child. She is not very pleased with that Legolas."
"Compared to me she is. I did not misspeak."
"Then Mahal help you." Then he too, walked away.
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A/N Sorry it's so short! And it's not even an imagine 😔The entire first paragraph was taken from The Two Towers.
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