[Fanfic Snippet] Even in another world, Legolas finds an echo of her
Legolas watched them walking away with calm, unreadable eyes. Though within, a quiet storm was growing. He could not hear what words they exchanged. The sorceress seemed to veil them.
He only could catch the long glances, the closeness of their steps. The way Geralt stood near her. The angle of his shoulder. The proximity that meant something, even from this distance, even without being able to hear a word.
He observed Yennefer tilted her head and said something and the way Geralt's jaw worked in response. Something moved in his face. It was brief and he did not appear to notice it himself. A flicker of something that landed and passed like a cloud shadow over still water.
Something in their manner stirred a melancholy Legolas could not name. The particular way she stood when she spoke to Geralt. The way Geralt's shoulder angled toward her even despite the distance he tried to keep. All of it whispered of bonds too deep to sever.
A physical pang of déjà vu struck him. The one he thought he had left behind in Middle-earth. Sharp and sudden as though he were once more beneath the golden boughs of Lórien. Watching Aragorn and Arwen pledged their troth.
While Legolas himself, who had spent fifty years at Aragorn’s side, whose name was listed as a hero of the Reunited Kingdom, remained insignificant.
Yennefer’s wavy black hair, even her star pendant reminded him of Arwen’s own: the Evenstar. The symbol of her sacrifice. Her choice to surrender immortality for love.
A mortal man and an elven maid. Bound by devotion. Whose legend had saved a kingdom.
And now, before Legolas’s eyes, another echo of that tale seemed to unfold.
(Scene from Chapter 11 of The White Wolf and The Woodland Prince)
Arts by Hellishburn and UU
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