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Legolas
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Date Posted: 17:13:56 04/29/02 Mon
Legolas reluctantly pulled his mind from a world of dreams. He had eventually found Lómódë, but she'd been surrounded by admirers and he hadn't approached her. Instead, he'd watched from a distance, seen the transformation from distant she-elf to sunny, charming girl. Even now, he was still surprised at the stab of jealously that shot through him. Why didn't she respond in that way to him?
He'd felt oddly guilty in fact, watching her. She'd believed she was alone- she'd shown parts of herself that she kept private. The fighting talent was odd, few elves had been given intense enough training to be that good in combat. Yet another sign that she was a lot more than she seemed.
He'd waited a long time that night, until eventually the desparate rage that was in her seemed to subside. It was then that he'd approached, loudly enough to let her hear him before he arrived.
"I think it's dead now." he'd told her gently, giving her his usual quirky smile.
He'd watched the emotions scutter across her beautiful face, flicking through anger, surprise, apprehension and embarassment before breaking into peals of laughter, the mood over as quickly as it had set in. Lómódë was a mystery, that was for sure. And with every bone of his body, Legolas wanted to solve the puzzle.
Rising, he left his room and went to find her, hoping that today she might choose to let him see and understand more of the enigma that was herself.
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