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Relations 1 of ?: Thranduil & Legolas ( erniil​, celevonthel​, ofloyalbow, prince-with-the-golden-bow​ )

               “Your mother loved you. More than anyone. More than life.

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the flinch comes without thought. a QUICK MOVEMENT of muscles in reaction to the words that are spoken without guard. so easy do they flow from her lips—— it’s aWONDER how she could stand so tall and not wither with theIMPLICATIONS they held.

here legolas finds himself in need or more wine. back quickly turning to avoid theAWKWARD silence that had come to pass in but a few seconds. his hand once steady now shakes with anAFTERSHOCK as her statement once more collides with his thoughts.

merry had they been in conversation, only for it to QUICKLY turn into something so profound—— so TENSE.

a quick pull of the goblet to his lips finds a dry throat. for legolas is stalling. inDESPERATE need to find the right words to speak to her, but also in such short supply of time. he did not want her to think that he was AVOIDING THE QUESTION, but he most certainly did not want to find place within these feelings.

never had he expected to be questioned about the subtle change within theirFRIENDSHIP. once long ago did they chase each other through the forest. tauriel far younger in age and mind. though he found her companyENJOYABLE he never expected any sway in his feelings other than that ofAMITY.

but lo and behold his affectionsWAVERED. finding the beauty in the way that she grew into a strong elleth. making excuses to be within her own guard when she was called for patrol. even so much as SEEKING HER OUT to claim her time during festivities.

    “ i am sure he meant nothing by it. “

DETERMINED not to stray further into unknown territory, legolas bites back the words he wishes to speak and instead keeps his emotions within the SHADOWS. now is not the time to be acting upon any sort of concern for their own feelings. a shadow was moving unto their lands and with the arrival of the dwarves, it seemed their time would be best spent elsewhere.

  Tauriel frowned to herself as he finally spoke. She knew that was not the truth- King Thranduil had most certainly had his intentions in the matter- to keep her from leading his son on in thoughts of a chance between the two of them. He would never condone such a union- his son to a lowly silvan such as herself. 

   “So you deny his suspicions?” She pressed slightly more, wanting to put the matter to rest. If he truly denied his fathers claims, then she too would put aside the fondness that she dared to feel inside toward the older elven male. 

   They’d grown together, for many passing years- from traipsing about and chasing each other through the forest, to training together and learning to wield the weapons on which they relied so upon in the midst of battle. And somewhere, throughout the years they’d spent, a deeper fondness had found it’s way unto her, bestowing greater feelings upon her for the prince. 

   “He made clear that nothing would come of such fondness- if he were to have any say in the matter. That is, if such feelings were indeed present.” She added, after several moments more, green hues dropping to linger upon the disturbed surface of her beverage. She meant not to bring about an issue- she simply grew ever more curious after the subject had been brought up to her. She dared not reveal her own emotions- for fear of making a fool of herself, though at the thought, guilt washed over her. She had placed the prince under the spotlight, which brought yet another frown to her features. 

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Little Estel meeting Legolas for the first time as a child. Little small human child shadowing Legolas everywhere, so serious and sober, pestering him to do everything: go exploring, teach him to shoot a bow, tell him stories. Legolas not knowing what even because there’s suddenly this small human following him around, immediately thinking they’re BEST FRIENDS. 

Legolas leaving, and Estel being young enough that it fades from memory as those things do. He grows up, leaves Imladris. They don’t meet again until he is a ranger of twenty-something years, lean and rangy and with battle and blood staining the pages of innocence that the elf so remembered. He went by another name now. Aragorn, son of Arathorn. 

Becoming friends, but Legolas could still see those shadows of Estel still there somewhere, growing dimmer and dimmer until they had all but disappeared under the weight of responsibility and the burdens of war and a heart that longed for something it could not have. Years passed. 

Those war games he played as a child became real; memories of little Estel waving a sword and pretending to be a great commander became soaked in war and strife and death and, yes, victory. 

He became King. They saw less of each other in those days, but their friendship didn’t wane; though years may pass between seeing each other, it was easy to pick up again. Oh, the pride he felt when he showed Legolas the White City renewed; it didn’t compare, though, to when he handed the elven prince his firstborn child to hold. When he grew, he looked much like that human child under the boughs of Imladris. 

Until one day Legolas visits, and he suddenly can see the weight of age. Grey hair, the creases around Aragorn’s eyes deeper. They once were worry lines, but now have evolved into something more. 

Years later, their last walk upon the gardens. Rule of the Kingdom has just been passed to Eldarion, and though everyone knows this will be the last time they see each other in this life, the mood doesn’t dip into sobriety. He leans upon Legolas’ arm, body old and tired and finished, but there is much reminiscing. 

They did not speak of the War, or the Ring, or any such thing. They talk mostly of those days of childhood beneath the trees, of fond memories and days long past.

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