The price of the sea-longing is high for poor Legolas. He has tried to resist it, but its making his life a misery.
Losing his love of home realising much has changed there, when in reality he has changed.
He's trying so hard to find a niche somewhere, so he can stay close to Aragorn, and he can't seem to find anything to enjoy anymore, hence wanting to just spend time with Aragorn doing anything that reminds him of the good old days.
Loved this! :)
Yes, you have it in a nutshell. The sealonging has disrupted Legolas' sense of home. And home is so important to him, so entwined within his fea and identity that he has been left adrift. Anchorless and oarless.
The loss of "home" is the cruelest thing about the sealonging for him I think.
And he does, as you say, grasp desperatly for secure comforting moments from the past to get him through.
A bitter-sweet moment, the love they have and the sacrifice Legolas made to be faithful to Aragorn. Lovely.
I usually write these two at odds, with Aragorn making a complete mess of things and Legolas being stubborn. I had a sudden compulsion to show them when their communication worked.....because Aragorn does know what he is doing with Legolas—most of the time—it's just that would be boring to write. :-) And to point out their friendship is not a one way thing. They both benefit, and they both need each other. Glad you liked it.
I love the roundabout way Legolas alerts Aragorn to his state of mind. Very wood-Elven!
Yeah, my Legolas has problems asking for help or showing weakness. He had to find some way to communicate to Aragorn which would mean Aragorn came to him, not the other way round. I didn't know he was an artist until I wrote this. Now it makes sense that he is!