Disclaimer: I don't own the song, the characters, the setting, or just about anything else.

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Warnings: Angst, romance, violence, action/adventure and mild slash. Hurt/comfort, but not in the usual way.

Author's Note: Okay, I've loved this song ever since I heard the Dixie Chicks sing it. However, when I saw the video they did, I felt as if it didn't do the song any justice whatsoever. I know the song is figurative but eventually the idea of doing it as a literal piece with Legolas just seemed so natural! So here you go. Also, this is my first LOtR fic.

Special thanks to Min Roh for beta reading and whithout whom this fic would be a whole lot more boring!

Enjoy! And //PLEASE// review! Please? There are more stories where this came from if you do!

Landslide

Part I

By NekoMegami-chan

                        The days of the Fellowship were past. Peace reigned now under the hand of King Elessar and the world of men and dwarves prospered. Roads were being built. New cities bloomed like spring blossoms. The soldiers of Rohan and Gondor kept watch over the populace, gurading it from the scatterd and unfocused remainders of the Dark Lord's armies.

            The Prince of Mirkwood and his dwarven companion had only recently finished their exploration of the Glittering Caves and turned their steps towards Minas Tirith when Gimli had announced his desire to return to his home. He had made his intentions clear over the polished and battered wood of an roadside inn's table and a frothing tankard of beer. In the dancing firelight of the inn's common room, he had described plans for the Caves, saying, "I wish to gather a force of the finest craftsman my people have to offer in order to make the sparkling caverns into a dwarven paradise! What say you, Master Elf?"

            "An excellent idea! My blessings go with you. That is, if a dwarf may receive the blessings of an elf?" Legolas teased, holding up his goblet of wine in salute.

            "Aye, lad! This one will, that is for certain!" Gimli replied, raising his own drink and touching it to that of his friend. They both laughed then drank, and the next morning Gimli departed.

            Though he had been sorry to see his stout companion trundle off into the early morning mists, Legolas knew they would meet again shortly. Each had gone his own way in good spirits, and thus the parting held little pain for either of them.

He had dallied at the inn for several days more until he received a letter from his longtime lover Elrohir, son of Elrond HalfElven. A messenger had come by way of the court of King Elessar, saying that he had passed though many such taverns in his search for the elf.

            Elrohir. He had greatly missed the elder elf during the quest to destroy the One Ring, but had not thought the other prince to seek him out so soon. When last they had spoken, their words had been sharp. The dark haired twin had demanded that Legolas not make the journey. Yet the fair prince had already pledged his loyalty to the Fellowship and after a short while, Elrohir had been forced to relent.

            A few coins found their way into the hands of the messenger and Legolas asked him to wait until he was sent for. He unfolded the white parchment inside and began to read:

            "Meleth nin,

                        "I pray this letter finds you well, though I have little doubt that it will.

                        "I confess that when first you left, I was angry at your decision. However after much thought I realized that it was not with you that I found offense, but from within. I was childish and selfish. I am embarrassed for my earlier behaviour, I should never have initiated such a needless quarrel."     

            Then, much to Legolas' delight, a simple request:

                        "Legolas, my love. If your warrior's heart can forgive my stubborn head, than please return to me as soon as you are able.

            "Most humbly yours,

                        ~Elrohir Preredhil"

            Without delay, Legolas fetched a quill and ink pot from his rooms and in quick, bold strokes sent word for Elrohir to watch for his return.

            "Elrohir,

                        "All was forgiven, dear heart, ere ever the words left your lips. Look for me to come from the southeast, I shall not tarry.

            With love,

                        Legolas Greenleaf"