The Elven Path
Rose frowned at him but took the long swig of the wine, “it’s nothing.” She stated flatly but then said with a huff. “If I tell you you will tell father and that’s the last thing I need right now is to listen to him repeat the very thing Gildor just went prattling on about.” Of course Gildor would likely tell him anyway so what did it matter?
“I was planning to sneak into battle and fight. And yes I know it would be dangerous, but if you or father found out there would be little way I could go. So I was planning to not say anything and hope I did not get found out. I told Gildor, thinking I could trust him with a secret and he instead lectured me about it. That’s why I’m here.”
She wasn’t angry at him so much as she was herself, “he told me I shouldn’t fight but I could still be of aid, and I plan to do so but…” She cursed and drank more of the wine. “I decided to leave the argument before I said something I would regret. I’m not mad at him and he’s right but that doesn’t make me any less angry at the fact that I am half the person I once was!”
“I would argue you’re more than you were. The pointed ears add at least a percentage,” Legolas said dryly, “and I do believe you are a small bit taller than you once were. You’re not half, I think you have gained… unless we’re talking skill, in which case we can debate a few points, yes.”
He laughed softly and bumped his shoulder against hers. “Give it time, Velegînn, it’s only been a month or so. You certainly haven’t learned to look at time the way that the Eldar do, I think that is your downfall. Your body is like ours and learns like ours, your mind is trying to run ahead of yourself and you do not know how to keep up,” he said, “You need to stop trying, and go at your own pace. Learn your own pace! You have the best teachers in the forest, and the forest is the best place you can be.”
That last point was definitely debatable, especially if one were to ask Gildor. But, for the prince who had hardly ever left it, it was the truth.
She nudged him back, “It’s not my body, it is my lack of skill. I was a good warrior for what I appeared to be. I might not have been fast or as strong as we are. But what I lacked I made up for in magic… I-” She grumbled under her breath and said. “I just hate not being able to do the things I desire… protecting our home is what I have to do. But what good am I if I can’t do what my heart tells me to?” There were other ways and she knew this, that wasn’t the point.
"My place is either on the front line or in a place of leadership, and the fact that I can do neither makes me feel worthless. I know it’ll take time but it doesn’t make it any less frustrating especially knowing that I once was able to do these things."