LoveLove. It's told to be an unconditional joy. But how can something that's meant to bring such joy do so much pain? Think about it. You've fallen inlove with the most perfect person you could ever hope to meet. But there are problems. You are unexperienced in love. They are scared of regection. There are always so many different things that can put pressure on the love you have for them. There may be distance, age gap, pressure, family and/or friends dislike and/or hate towards your loved one, or the other way around.
I was talking with a friend today. About Love. About my love. About my fear. About my feelings. And most of all, about how to cope. My friend told me that I was trying to rationalize my feelings. That by finding the positive and negatives in my situation I was trying to change my feelings through logic. To do so is impossible.
Sure you may have problems. Sure you may get hurt. You may even feel that your love is not enough to give to them. But it is. If they do not return y
Playground FeelingsSitting at a bench overlooking the beautiful scene surrounding me, I can't help but let the lone tear roll down my cheek. The young children exploring all the different parts of the playground, joy evident in their smiles and eyes. I see young families playing with their children. Pushing them on the swing, helping them climb up to the top of the slide.
I never got to experience the joy that came from knowing someone would help me up when I fell over. Nor did I feel the hand of a loved one on my back, puching the swing higher. My parents were work-a-holics. My aunt always said 'that's what killed them'. When I was about seven I went to the park for my first time. Alone though. My parents let me go out on my own at a very young age. I used to sit here on the same bench I'm sitting on now, 20 years later.
Now I watch as my husband pushes our two-year-old daughter, Isabel, on the swing. She giggles as he pushes her higher and higher. 'I'm flying!' I hear her say in delight.
My husband chu
The Forgotten Elf - 3~~~~The Forgotten Elf~~~~
'Just where do you think you're off to?' Gimli asks me.
'Not this time. This time you must stay Gimli.' I reply. If I make them stay with the men of Rohan they are less likely to be killed and I don't have to worry about them and Seloriel. Gimli simply grumbles as a reply.
'Have you learned nothing of the stubbornness of Dwarves?' Legolas asks coming up on the otherside of me with his horse packed.
'You might as well accept it. We're going with you, laddie' Gimli states. I sigh. Perfect, now I have three friends who are coming with me to almost certain death. Not what I wanted.
'Are you ready to go Aragorn?' Gimli asks.
'Almost, I just have to wait for one thing' I reply, referring to Seloriel.
'And what might that be, Aragorn?' I hear a soft voice ask from behind me, making Gimli and I jump.
'What have I told you about doing that? Are you trying to scare me to death?' I ask her.
'I can't help it if men and dwarves are scared so eas
The Forgotten Elf - 2~~~~The Forgotten Elf~~~~
~~~~A Mysterious Arrival~~~~
The doom of men is near. All that they took for granted will be lost. And so much life will be spent. All of this because of the naivety of men. They did not think of how important alliances with other kingdoms and other beings could be. They did not look towards the future, only towards their own personal joy at the time.
All of this is changing as we stand with the men and women of Rohan preparing for battle. The people of Gondor will have aid. The men of Rohan will make sure of it.
Two mysterious figures walk towards the King's tent. They are both wearing black cloaks with hoods so I can not tell of their appearances. One has the figure of a man, the other a female. I believe them to be elves, simply by their clothing. Their clothes seem to be very expensive silk, worn only be elvish royalty. It must be Lord Elrond and presumably his daughter, Arwen. But the female is not of the same stature as Arwen, she is slightly short
The Forgotten Elf - 1~~~~The Forgotten Elf~~~~
~~~~The First Meeting~~~~
'Mother, can I go out into the woods again? I won't go far!' a young elven boy pleaded.
'But of course, Legolas. But do remember, no hunting, and take the knife your father left you encase you get into any trouble' his mother, Larana, replied. Her beautiful blonde hair swaying as she turned to look at her eight year old child, pride evident in her eyes.
Legolas grinned joyfully at his mother's answer and picked up the small sword that was only just too large to be called a dagger and ran out the door.
He played in the woods for hours on end. Climbing trees and tracking animals. He even tried to practice his sword work. He had always been better with a bow and arrow than with a sword, but he found that after his father had passed away, leaving him both archery weapons and swords, it would be worthwhile to try and learn both crafts.
'You know, it would probably work better if you were to have a partner!' a voice called down from a