It seemed like torture, to be so close, yet seem so far. This Quest seems
hopeless, even though the Ringbearer still seemed to want to press on. We
near the Redhorn gate, and I am wearied.
I watch him walk ahead of me, his step always light, and seemingly carefree. His golden hair always reflecting the sunlight, and when the golden orb was absent from its' place in the sky, the golden locks still seemed to glow.
The greens and browns he wears match with most of his surroundings, and it is obvious to me that he loves the woods, as mostly all Elves should.
His blue eyes, the ones I fantasise about when it's dark, or we're on the march, turn to me, silently regarding me. So, I just smile to him, and look away. Ah, if only he knew how hard it was to look away.
Even as my eyes are adverted, I can still see his face in my mind's eye, pale, yet natural, with his sapphire eyes glinting, and making me melt inside out.
I chance a look upwards. His face is now directing elsewhere, paying the young Hobbit, Pippin attention as he begins t talk about some silly escapade or another. I also face him, to make it look like I'm listening, even though I'm not. I'm thinking about him again, the Elf that had turned my world upside down.
I knew that these thoughts were wrong, these constant fantasies, when I'm already promised to Elronds' daughter, Arwen Evenstar. As I try and remind myself of this, I finger the Elven pendant that she had given me.
This thought I try and hold onto, repeating over and over in my mind. You are promised to Arwen. I almost cry at this thought, for I know I will not be happy with her, not give her the love she wants's from me. I am not able to be myself with her anymore.
I now realise that Pippin is finished, and his Hobbit friend, Merry, is now engaged in a conversation with him. The other members of the Fellowship are chatting amongst themselves.
All but one voice I hear, and that is the one I cherish most. The one that rings above the others, sounds like a song in it's own way. I chance a look to his spot, and I find him watching me. He gives me a smile, and I try and smile back.
This was going to be a long.. Day.
((Might be continued.))
I watch him walk ahead of me, his step always light, and seemingly carefree. His golden hair always reflecting the sunlight, and when the golden orb was absent from its' place in the sky, the golden locks still seemed to glow.
The greens and browns he wears match with most of his surroundings, and it is obvious to me that he loves the woods, as mostly all Elves should.
His blue eyes, the ones I fantasise about when it's dark, or we're on the march, turn to me, silently regarding me. So, I just smile to him, and look away. Ah, if only he knew how hard it was to look away.
Even as my eyes are adverted, I can still see his face in my mind's eye, pale, yet natural, with his sapphire eyes glinting, and making me melt inside out.
I chance a look upwards. His face is now directing elsewhere, paying the young Hobbit, Pippin attention as he begins t talk about some silly escapade or another. I also face him, to make it look like I'm listening, even though I'm not. I'm thinking about him again, the Elf that had turned my world upside down.
I knew that these thoughts were wrong, these constant fantasies, when I'm already promised to Elronds' daughter, Arwen Evenstar. As I try and remind myself of this, I finger the Elven pendant that she had given me.
This thought I try and hold onto, repeating over and over in my mind. You are promised to Arwen. I almost cry at this thought, for I know I will not be happy with her, not give her the love she wants's from me. I am not able to be myself with her anymore.
I now realise that Pippin is finished, and his Hobbit friend, Merry, is now engaged in a conversation with him. The other members of the Fellowship are chatting amongst themselves.
All but one voice I hear, and that is the one I cherish most. The one that rings above the others, sounds like a song in it's own way. I chance a look to his spot, and I find him watching me. He gives me a smile, and I try and smile back.
This was going to be a long.. Day.
((Might be continued.))