18. Night Vigil (Legolas)
Summary: Legolas paces and waits. A drabble
Written for The Tolkien Tango Prompt #33: Signal.
Legolas paced back and forth, stopping every so often to glance at the tower. Nothing. He walked faster.
Hours passed. They felt like years! Surely his feet should have worn a path into the stone jutting out from the seventh level.
Long into the night, he waited. Ithil rose, turning the city silvery grey.
Finally, a cheer rose from the guards. Legolas looked over his shoulder. They unfurled a banner, raising it high from the Tower of Ecthelion. Legolas smiled and hurried down to the sixth level and the Houses of Healing.
Gondor had a prince. And Aragorn a son.
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