Legolas - Theoretical Milliways

[mm_ali]

He had watched Estel and Arwen's romance almost from its inception, and found himself happy for his friends, though slightly bewildered.

He had never known love as they.

Now he does and he chooses to bear it in silence.

He now understands why Lord Elrond had called such love folly.

It is folly.

But, a small, traitorous voice whispers in his

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[fire_and_rose]

Inevitably, the Vulcan is there, sitting quietly, his dark eyes watchful -- neither approving nor disapproving, but judging the Elf's every action with an automatically calculating mind.

Judging... and admiring.

[mm_ali]

It almost looks as though his hands cradle an instrument. He is intimately familiar with the blades.

His visitor has not gone unnoticed, and Legolas spares a small but warm smile for Spock. "Well met, son of Sarek."

[fire_and_rose]

"Well met," replies the Vulcan, "son of Thranduil." He, too, gives that faint shadow of a smile he gives. It would almost seem a savant's vain attempt to mimic the expressiveness he observes in others, save for the sincerity in his eyes -- and in his mind. The intimate and unbreakable co0nnection. "I trust you have been well?"

[mm_ali]

"I have." Unspoken, The longing is quiet. "How do you and your captain fare?"