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And then, there he was, walking slowly behind his faithful guard, unarmed, bare-chested, glorious in his incomprehensible beauty.

There were simultaneous gasps and exclamations that could not be held back. Many elves held their hands to their faces, over their mouths, eyes bulged at the sight before them – for the elf shone and the crown he wore was not of this world, they knew, and his eyes, his eyes…
(...)

They watched on as Legolas paused, casting a glance to the side. His four guards stopped then, sheathed their swords as they knelt, yet Legolas walked a little further forward until he stopped, in front of the dead garden.

Elrond frowned; puzzled that he should position himself there, for he simply could not understand why he would want to include such an eyesore on this magical evening.

The music stopped then, and through the resulting silence, only heavy breathing could be heard, nobody moved, nothing stirred, no wind, no sounds of nature, nothing, and Galadriel’s hair stood on end. She would later describe it as a vacuum, a place devoid of all stimulus, yet packed to the brim with life.

The two maias stood off to one side, between Legolas and the crowd of standing elves; even the musicians were afoot, turned towards the strange being who continued to stand stock still, gazing into the shriveled, barren garden.

Glorfindel could not physically turn to his fellow warriors, for he was on official guard duty, but he knew they felt the same, for he had suddenly realized what Legolas pretended to do, and a wave of apprehension struck him. He hoped the contingent he had organized would control the crowds, should things get out of hand.

A warm breeze came from the front as Legolas opened his arms, his hair flying back – and then, inexplicably, it began.

The onlookers noticed the gentle breeze, playing with their own locks and rustling the leaves in the trees. Erestor had turned to Galadriel to gauge her reaction, but promptly whipped his head back to the front, for a pinpoint of blue light had appeared, apparently in front of the open-armed Forest Lord.

The light grew brighter as it extended horizontally, until the elves were shading their eyes from the intensity of it. A low rumbling vibration seeped into their conscious minds then, deep and vibrant, shaking their chests and fraying their already straining nerves.

The light suddenly extended as Legolas became but a silhouette before it, bathing all in a silver light, the noise shaking the very ground.

From The Protege, Chapter 22 [warning: slash and mature content].

In the same collection:
Chapter 1: Back in the days
Chapter 2: First meeting
Chapter 3: Arriving in Imladris
Chapter 4: You knew my great grandfather
Chapter 5: Secret weakness
Chapter 6: Vision of the future
Chapter 7: Crown Prince of Greenwood
Chapter 8: Nightcap
Chapter 9: Good morning
Chapter 10: Warrior Spirit
Chapter 11: Duel of Masters
Chapter 12: The Forest Cry
Chapter 13: Forgive me
Chapter 14: Silent Plea
Chapter 15: The Catalyst
Chapter 16: Facing Destiny
Chapter 17: Waiting in the Forest
Chapter 18: Empowered
Chapter 19: A Fateful Meeting
Chapter 20: Inky Water
Chapter 21: The greatest warriors on Arda
Chapter 22: The Demonstration
Chapter 23: Living up to its reputation

Description
And then, there he was, walking slowly behind his faithful guard, unarmed, bare-chested, glorious in his incomprehensible beauty.

There were simultaneous gasps and exclamations that could not be held back. Many elves held their hands to their faces, over their mouths, eyes bulged at the sight before them – for the elf shone and the crown he wore was not of this world, they knew, and his eyes, his eyes…
(...)

They watched on as Legolas paused, casting a glance to the side. His four guards stopped then, sheathed their swords as they knelt, yet Legolas walked a little further forward until he stopped, in front of the dead garden.

Elrond frowned; puzzled that he should position himself there, for he simply could not understand why he would want to include such an eyesore on this magical evening.

The music stopped then, and through the resulting silence, only heavy breathing could be heard, nobody moved, nothing stirred, no wind, no sounds of nature, nothing, and Galadriel’s hair stood on end. She would later describe it as a vacuum, a place devoid of all stimulus, yet packed to the brim with life.

The two maias stood off to one side, between Legolas and the crowd of standing elves; even the musicians were afoot, turned towards the strange being who continued to stand stock still, gazing into the shriveled, barren garden.

Glorfindel could not physically turn to his fellow warriors, for he was on official guard duty, but he knew they felt the same, for he had suddenly realized what Legolas pretended to do, and a wave of apprehension struck him. He hoped the contingent he had organized would control the crowds, should things get out of hand.

A warm breeze came from the front as Legolas opened his arms, his hair flying back – and then, inexplicably, it began.

The onlookers noticed the gentle breeze, playing with their own locks and rustling the leaves in the trees. Erestor had turned to Galadriel to gauge her reaction, but promptly whipped his head back to the front, for a pinpoint of blue light had appeared, apparently in front of the open-armed Forest Lord.

The light grew brighter as it extended horizontally, until the elves were shading their eyes from the intensity of it. A low rumbling vibration seeped into their conscious minds then, deep and vibrant, shaking their chests and fraying their already straining nerves.

The light suddenly extended as Legolas became but a silhouette before it, bathing all in a silver light, the noise shaking the very ground.

From The Protege, Chapter 22 [warning: slash and mature content].

In the same collection:
Chapter 1: Back in the days
Chapter 2: First meeting
Chapter 3: Arriving in Imladris
Chapter 4: You knew my great grandfather
Chapter 5: Secret weakness
Chapter 6: Vision of the future
Chapter 7: Crown Prince of Greenwood
Chapter 8: Nightcap
Chapter 9: Good morning
Chapter 10: Warrior Spirit
Chapter 11: Duel of Masters
Chapter 12: The Forest Cry
Chapter 13: Forgive me
Chapter 14: Silent Plea
Chapter 15: The Catalyst
Chapter 16: Facing Destiny
Chapter 17: Waiting in the Forest
Chapter 18: Empowered
Chapter 19: A Fateful Meeting
Chapter 20: Inky Water
Chapter 21: The greatest warriors on Arda
Chapter 22: The Demonstration
Chapter 23: Living up to its reputation