Yay! Another weird opening, cause hey…we can't all be geniuses like Tolkien.
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Legolas awoke from his sleep in a cold sweat, as the images from his nightmare flashed through his mind. "A dream…it was just a dream…" he whispered to himself. He picked up his rich green tunic, at the foot of his bed, and slipped it on before he opened the door. His footsteps were swift and silent as he walked through the hallway, down two flights of stairs, out the door and over the bridge that lead to the gardens. He followed the paths until he came to the "NoldoMin" (Wise one). Quickly he climbed to a low hanging limb where he could sit comfortably. As he sat in noldomin he realized that part of his dream was true. For some time now had he, Lord Elrond, Arwen, her brothers (Elladan and Elrohir) and his father Thranduil had discussed the shadow of Mordor. They had first noticed the shadow a fortnight ago and since then he had been having the same nightmare. They always started and ended in the same spot.
"What are they telling me? What am I missing?" he thought aloud. As he finished he heard a sharp intake of breath beneath him, he look down and couldn't believe who he saw.
"ARWEN!" he cried, surprised.
"LEGOLAS! Wh-What are you doing out here?" she asked.
"I should be asking you the same question" he replied. He gestured an invitation for her to come join him. She smiled and nodded and soon she was sitting next to him.
"Now are you going to tell me what you were doing out here this late?" he inquired.
"W-Well I was just-umm…"she trailed off at a loss for words and averted her eyes downward.
"Arwen what is it?" he questioned. She looked up at him with so much pain, so much fear and so much confusion that it scared him. Because when he looked back at her all he saw was the Arwen from his nightmares, The Arwen lying unconscious on the ground with blood running from her shoulder. "There's something she's not telling me," he thought to himself. "But then again, there's something I'm not telling her…"
"Arwen…" he prompted, " you can tell me anything." he insisted.
"I-I know it's just that…oh Legolas the shadow of Mordor is getting closer with every passing minute. We do not have enough warriors to hold the lines of Mordor and we no longer have the benefit of the old alliances. I fear that this will be the end of Rivendell." She sighed in dismay and began to sob. Legolas put his arms around her and pulled her close.
"Have faith Arwen…have faith in our people, we will soon resolve the issue" he said in an attempt to soothe her restless mind and instinctively she rested her head on his shoulder. Finally she stopped crying and fell asleep in his arms.
Arwen woke early the next morning, but when she tried to sit up she felt something holding her back. When she looked down she saw a pair of hands gently laced around her waist, and she was sitting on the limb of a tree? She turned to see Legolas sleeping restlessly behind her. "We stayed out here all night!" she gasped. Not wanting to disturb him she laid her head back down on his shoulder and went back to sleep. When she woke again he had dropped his hands and was mumbling something bout wargs and "ME?" she whispered confused.
"NOO?" he exclaimed unexpectedly. "Clearly something's wrong that he's hiding from me. That must be why he came out here, to think." She thought.
"Legolas" she whispered "Legolas." Failing to wake him she sat up and placed her hand on his shoulder. "LeGoLas." She repeated giving his shoulder a gentle shake. Then without warning his eyes flew open and his hand shot out to grab her wrist. "Legolas…" she gasped. The sound of her voice seemed to clear the fog of the nightmare.
"Arwen I…I'm sorry I-" he let go of her wrist not knowing where to start or even what to say.
"Legolas what's troubling you?" she asked.
"Nothing" he told her " I don't want to worry her…" he thought to himself
"Legolas you know that I know you better than that" she told him.
"Alright," he sighed, "it was just a bad dream, that's all. But don't worry about it's my problem."
"Legolas…" she persisted, "what did you see?"
"Very well…" he began, "in this dream…this nightmare I see Rivendell under attack. Then I see you-" he stopped short as he mentioned her. After a little while he continued. "-I see you," he repeated "on the ground, surrounded by wargs and badly wounded, and even after I slew them I could not save you…" his voice trailed off as he finished. "No wonder he didn't let go of me earlier even in sleep…" Arwen thought to herself.
"Legolas…" she began " I don't know what to say."
"Then say nothing for I need neither sympathy nor judgment, I need time. Namaarie Arwen Undomiel, Aa' menle navva calen ar' ta hwesta e' ale' quenle." He finished his farewell as he landed on the ground ten feet below the tree limb. ($#$# For those of you who don't know Namaarie means farewell in elvish and Aa' menle navva calen ar' ta hwesta e' ale' quenle means May your ways be green and golden.
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