Tiredly, Legolas pulled of his slender boots and threw them away carelessly, not bothering he would most likely not find them again in the morning. He didn’t even feel like taking of his shirt, but he knew Edeneth would not like it if he slept fully clothed and he did not had the energy for a fight. The well-worn tunic quickly followed the boots on their journey through the chamber of Rivendell. Now he had stripped sufficiently - to his taste at least - the prince let himself fall back, his eyes already closed.
It had been a long day. Ever since that disastrous evening on which they discovered Gollum’s escape and the slaughter of his elves - they paid for an act of mercy of their prince with their lives - Legolas had had no time to halt. He flew from the grief of the funerals into the guilt, and then the order of his father had sent him to the stables, to fetch a horse, to pack it, to race to Imladris to deliver this shameful news - news of the failure of the Mirkwood elves.
Ai Valar, what would Estel say? It had been him who had captured the creature and brought him to the realm of the Nandor. The Ranger had told him about the horrible time he had spent with Gollum. He had been so glad when he could hand it over to the elves - not knowing that soon afterwards, they would betray his trust and allowed the creature to escape!
Now Legolas was the one who had to tell him of their disgrace, and with good reason, for he had allowed Gollum to be taken to the tree to play, and to be left there when he didn’t want to come down anymore. Alas! A foolish mistake. And not one he would be able to confess silently, privately, no! He would have to speak out of their failure in front of a council, consisting of all free people of Middle-Earth, even a race that had been little known until recently, the periannath.
There was only one ray of light in this whole situation. Tomorrow, after months, he would see Edeneth again. She had gone to Staddle to visit Poppy and Rossiel and had stayed there to help them with their gardens. There, she had met four hobbits, and in a short letter, she had calmly informed him of her intent to escort them to Rivendell, even when the Ringwraiths were closing in on them! How he had cursed her for seeking such dangerous, and how he had prayed to Estel and the Valar to keep her safe!
They had heard his prayers. Tomorrow, she would be present on the council. With one last thought of her beautiful face, and a heart full of longing, he finally allowed himself to slip into sleep.