Mourning my Love

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Mourning my Love – Chapter 4

“Now, Legolas, this is your great uncle from your mother’s side. Great fighter; was known for having killed an entire pack of wargs alone.”
Legolas nodded at the picture being shown him, it was one in a parade of images brought before his eyes over the day. The teacher sighed, seeing the look of exhaustion in his pupil’s eyes. The day was beautiful and the gardens were in bloom. Even the most stern instructor would know that trying to teach on a day like this was futile.
“Come, Legolas,” Erestor said, “Let us stop for today.” The Prince smiled at the black haired advisor and gave his respect before leaving.

Erestor stayed behind to clean up when Glorfindel came into the room. “How do you think he is progressing?” The Advisor thought about the question as he capped the ink and cleaned the quills on the large desk.
“I think it will come in time.” Erestor had been called to teach Legolas with all speed. He had taught the elflings in Imladris for years, including the twins, and if anyone would be able to give Legolas a quality education it was he. Their journey had been s wit with Glorfindel coming along not only to protect the Advisor in his travels, but also because he could not and would not be parted from him. Their love had grown too strong to stand separation. Plus there was the fact that remained unsaid. The fact that none knew how long it would take for Legolas to be able to function as he once did.

Glorfindel watched Erestor as he put every object precisely back into their places. His love was always very exacting in every detail and used to be known for working himself to death, but since they had come together, the blond kept his love’s work schedule in check.
“You were right, my dark beauty, it is lovely out. Come, let me take you away from here into the afternoon breezes.” Glorfindel extended his hand and Erestor took, venturing out into the warmth and the light.

The Lord of Imladris watched the pair head out into the gardens. He sighed at the knowledge of what this meant. Without his Chief Advisor and himself, Imladris was being run by Erestor’s aides. While they were intelligent and capable elves, they were not familiar with commanding a great house. Elrond knew someone had to return to his home. The question was whom would he send.

There was a form sitting by the fountain and Elrohir ventured over to see whom it was. To his surprise it was Legolas, who was staring into the woods as though searching for something in the darkness beyond.
“Legolas?” Elrohir said softly.
The blond prince jumped slightly, he had been caught off guard. “Oh, Elrohir, good to see you.” Legolas smiled slightly. It was awkward for him to be around Elrond’s son. He had been told of their love, but even now could not remember it and it made him feel uncomfortable.

During the first few days after Legolas’ awakening he had all but hid from Elrohir. He felt as though he had let him down by forgetting their special love and was also not ready to be with one he could not remember. One who knew his innermost self better than the elf knew himself.
“May I sit next to you?” Elrohir asked. The other nodded to the question and the dark haired elf sat down and prepared for what he would say.
“I know you are having such a tough time, that you are filled with uncertainty and doubt about every detail of your life.”
“You do not know how hard it is.” Legolas admitted.
Elrohir nodded before continuing, “You have been told of our love, he che close relationship we shared,” how painful it was for Elrohir to use a past tense for their undying feelings, “I would ask to be allowed to court you once more.”
Surprise crossed Legolas’ face; he had not expected those words. Still, Elrohir kept speaking quietly as he leaning forward so he was whispering into the Prince’s ear.
“Allow me near you, allow me to win your heart all over again. If the Valar permit, we can fall in love as though for the very first time and have those wonderful experiences only those who are new to love ever have. I beg you, dear friend, to allow this. A first touch, a first kiss all of this can be ours once more.” Elrohir touched the other softly behind his ear; a place he knew would make the blond purr.

As Legolas looked into the dark and deep eyes gazing into his suddenly he saw something that was not there before. An open and honest caring for him and a true hope for the future. Perhaps a little of what he fell in love with long ago was once more being noticed by his blue eyes and his bared soul. A bit of his heart was won by the elf of Imladris and Legolas found himself unable to deny him this simple request.
“I will allow you near me, Elrohir, help me and guide me and with all hope perhaps a part of what we shared can be brought back into the light from the darkness my mind has created.”
If Elrohir hadn’t thought that doing so would reverse his love’s decision, he would have sung to the sky and the wind in joy.

“Come, Legolas!” He decided to bound to his feet instead, “You have done nothing but been subjected to lectures and schooling. Let’s go have some fun.” Elrohir’s enthusiasm overcame Legolas’ wariness and together they ventured off. The dark haired elf knew exactly where to take the Prince.
“Where at you taking me?” Legolas asked but Elrohir only winked at him and kept pushing him along. “Where are we?”
“This, my friend,” Elrohir said, “Is the finest shooting range in all of Mirkwood. Come.” He motioned to two bows and quivers waiting for them in the grasses. “The dead tree over there is the perfect width and distance for target practice.” The scarred trunk told that it had been used for this purpose for many long years.

Hesitantly, Legolas picked up a bow and nocked an arrow. Instantly, his body remembered its stance even if the elf did not. He shot an arrow straight and true, hitting the center of one of the large knots on the tree.
Elrohir was stunned, “Perhaps you’ve not lost as much as you think.”
Legolas smiled, maybe Elrohir was right and there was hope yet.

End Chapter 4