“I’m leaving tomorrow and won’t be returning for a long time.” Legolas said as he sat down on a stone bench beneath a tall tree in one of Elrond’s gardens.
It was late in the evening and the stars were glittering in the black, woven sky above him and Silvren as they walked among the beautiful, moon-lit flowers.
“Well your visits are always shorter than mine.” Silvren smirked as she sat down next to him, her hand still in his as she slowly began to accept his touch once again.
“Yes they are.” he smiled at her.
A long silence passed between them and all that could be heard was the sound of the gentle breeze rustling the leaves around them and the soft, distant roar of the waterfalls. Legolas turned to look at Silvren as was gazing up at the stars and a smile crept across his face as he gazed at her. Her face looked so beautiful and soft in the gentle moonlight that spilled across her, the breeze playing with her long hair and blowing several loose strands in her face. He thought she was the most beautiful being in all Middle-Earth and knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.
“Silvren.” he whispered in a soft voice, drawing her attention away from the stars above them.
“Hmm?” she looked up at his face, not realizing how nervous he felt at that moment.
Legolas gulped quietly as he gazed down at her then whispered, “I love you.”
Before she could saying anything, he leaned over and gently kissed her on the lips, his touch was soft and warm as her heart skipped a beat and her played his three words over and over again in her mind.
He pulled away but quickly and softly kissed her again, this time a little longer.
Silvren looked up at him, too lost for words to say anything after he pulled away. Her eyes full of wonder and curiosity.
Legolas smiled and managed a small, quiet laugh as he looked down at her wonder-stricken face.
“Come, you look tired. I’ll walk you to your room.”
Silvren glanced down and nodded her head as he helped her to her feet.
“Good night.” Legolas whispered and kissed her once more as they stood in front of her bedroom door.
“Good night.” Silvren said quietly and quickly turned into her room for the night.
“Bilbo, is that you?” Silvren asked excitedly as she ran down the front steps of the house towards the west gate where a short, old man spoke to her father. The elderly man with fuzzy white hair looked up at the young elf and smile spread across his face.
“My dear, Silvren. My have you grown since I last saw you.” Bilbo hobbled towards her as he leaned on his wooden walking stick.
“I am so glad to see you again.” Silvren grinned as she knelt down and hugged her older friend. “It has been some time since you were last here.” Silvren said as she stood up.
“Yes it has, but now, I intend to stay here for a long time.” Bilbo told her as he started walking towards the Homely House and Silvren walking beside him.
“We’ll be glad to have you.” Silvren smiled warmly as they strode up the porch steps and into the
house where several other elves greeted the old hobbit.
“Oh, Silvren.” Anariel called out as she walked down the hall to Silvren’s chamber.
“Yes?” Silvren popped her head out the door to see who it was, her long hair spilling over her shoulder and dangling in the doorway.
“I have something for you.” taunted Anariel.
“What is it?” Silvren let her in, her voice and eyes expressing her eagerness.
“I’m not sure. All they said was to deliver it to the Lady Silvren from…I think it was…Prince Legolas?” Anariel waved the parchment above her head.
“Really?” Silvren asked excitedly.
“How should I know?” Anariel shrugged her shoulders and handed the parchment to Silvren.
Silvren opened up the parchment as she slowly sank into the chair beside her, anxiously reading the neatly written letter that had been sent to her.
My Dearest Silvren,
I cannot describe how much I miss you. Every second that goes by seems like an eternity and makes me anxious to see your exquisite beauty once again. Life without you here is so dull it is not worth telling you about, but if you were here, aye! I would not have to be writing this to you. I could tell you to your face how beautiful you are and watch as you blush at my words. I cannot wait to see you again and once more, I tell you that I love you.
“Oh, how sweet!” Anariel clapped her hands together with a girlish squeal of excitement.
“Wow. I don’t know what to say.” Silvren stared at the parchment in her slightly trembling hands.
“You will write back, will you not?”
“I don’t know, I mean what would I tell him?” Silvren glanced up her best friend.
“How you feel about him. You do feel something besides friendship towards him, do you not?” Anariel knelt down beside her friend.
“I’m not sure, Anar. I mean, I have no idea what I feel towards him.” Silvren whispered somewhat disappointedly.
“You’ll figure it out, don’t worry.” Anariel kissed the top of her forehead and stood up. “I’ll let you be alone for now.” she smiled and walked towards the closed door.
“Anariel.” Silvren called out before her friend could exit the room. Silvren waited as she turned around to face her then spoke up again. “What do you think I should do?”
“I think you are very lucky and shouldn’t let go of him. Deep down inside, I think you have feelings for him that more than friendship.” Anariel smiled and then left, leaving Silvren alone to ponder what she had told her.
Hope it is not too bad of a clifhanger 😉