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Legolas
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Date Posted: 20:44:50 03/23/02 Sat
As he was escorted from the room, Legolas' emotions were a mix of anger and deep hurt. He and Aragorn had been friends for such a long time, how could he for one moment think that he could betray him like that?
In growing silent fury, he strode onwards, so fast that the heavily armed soldiers had to run to keep up with him. Aragorn had told him to go with Gimli to fetch the hobbits, but he couldn't face that right now. The straightforward, honest dwarf would never be able to understand his feelings, or what had passed between him and Arwen. Right now, he needed to be alone.
On entering the office, he saw Gimli sitting there, still snoring gently. He would leave him to sleep further. Taking only his bow, he turned to leave, the soldiers only just catching up with him. Behind him, he heard Gimli awaken at the crashing of their armour. Before the dwarf could stop him, he rushed from the room.
As he moved through the palace at a pace approaching a run, the escort gradually dwindled as one by one, less fit men were forced to reduce their pace. Unable to hold back his emotions any longer, the tears streamed freely down his sculpted cheeks. For Legolas, there was only one thought, Aragorn, his closest friend bar one, trusted him so little that he would accuse him of having an affair with his wife. The years of friendship and loyalty meant nothing to him.
Reaching the palace stables, he turned. The only man still with him was the man Vomyr, the only man who did not have to bear a full suit of armour. Looking at him, thee appeared to be a smug expression on the man's face. There was no doubt in Legolas' mind that this had been planned deliberately. Keeping his voice as steady as he could, he said icily
"This is how you take your revenge? By destroying your king's life? He showed you mercy, and this is how you repay him."
Without waiting to hear the man's answer, he left. Vaulting on to the bare back of the nearest horse, he galloped through the courtyards and through the gates to the surrounding countryside. Aragorn could add horse theft to his list of spurious charges. He would find solace in the nearby forest amongst the trees that he missed so much. Controlling the horse with a single word, he sped towards the distant trees, still weeping for Arwen, for Aragorn, and for himself.
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