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Date Posted: 22:22:46 03/24/02 Sun
As Legolas rode, the rain mingled with the tears on his face, streaming in salty rivulets over his cheeks. He scarcely noticed the storm at his back, chasing him, it seemed, further and further from his friends, or rather, the people he had thought of as his friends. The melancholy that he had felt since entering Arwen's chambers had grown, and he felt suddenly suffocated by the life that he had been leading. The horse was swift, and he rode it fast, putting himself as far away as possible from all the lies, the trickery, the deceit of the petty courtiers in Minas Tirith. For the first time in months, he had something approaching freedom. Well almost. The cold accusations of Aragorn weighed heavily upon him, and already he was beginning to regret leaving Gimli behind. Freedom could not be freedom without his closest friend to share it with.
He felt the power almost as soon as he entered the forest. Every leaf, of every tree seemed alive in a way he had not experienced since departing from Lothlorien all those years ago. The very air had a magical, restful quality about it, but rather than reassuring the distraught elf, it set his teeth on edge. Someone, something was in the forest, changing it by their very prescence. With the departure of the Elven ring bearers and the defeat of the Dark Lord, no one with that kind of power should remain on Middle-Earth.
Legolas was torn. Above all, he needed a place to be alone, to brood. However, his remaining loyalty to Aragorn forced him to investigate the strange power dwelling but a short distance from his capital city. Every sense alert, he dismounted the horse, and bade it remain where it was. It would not disobey an elf.
He trod softly forwards, his feet making no imprint on the grass, not a single leaf rustling under his step.
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