[ Legolas is not ready for any of it, the changes too swift for him to make any sense of. A confession first, then such a great hurt in the gaze that rested on him that he thought his heart would cave beneath...
Before Legolas knows it, he's moving as well, reaching out a hand to grab at something. A wrist, the fluttering cloak, that threads of gold that he was admiring only seconds ago, anything at all, but his hand grasps at air, comes back with nothing at all. He stumbles on his feet, hesitating in his pursuit to make sense of this behaviour.
Yet his words may yet reach Celegorm's ears. Tone most lost, most confused, unbidden by the earlier uneasiness. ]
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Before Legolas knows it, he's moving as well, reaching out a hand to grab at something. A wrist, the fluttering cloak, that threads of gold that he was admiring only seconds ago, anything at all, but his hand grasps at air, comes back with nothing at all. He stumbles on his feet, hesitating in his pursuit to make sense of this behaviour.
Yet his words may yet reach Celegorm's ears. Tone most lost, most confused, unbidden by the earlier uneasiness. ]
Wait?! I do not understand-