Here it is, the sequel to 'Lessons of the heart.' If you haven't read
'Lessons of the heart', prior to reading this, nothing would really make
sense, so I advise you if you haven't read 'Lessons of the heart' to read
it.
By the way, this is a co-joined story. Belle Bing and myself put equal efforts into this story, and I myself couldn't have done this story without Belle Bing there to add in her bits. So please don't just comment on me, comment on Belle Bing as well. Oh and all flames will be used to cook our dinners. Enjoy.
By the way I have had to repost this chapter. Fanfiction has been having difficulties and it somehow won't update our story. If you reviewed when we first posted this story, I'm sorry but your reviews got deleted. All I can say is PLEASE REVIEW AGAIN. (
~*~*~* Urebriviel & Belle Bing*~*~*~
Lessons of time
Chapter One
Tears fall from an aching heart
A heart that has lost
A heart that has never forgot
Crying in his aching hands
A moment gone, a moment simply too long.
What happened, what must I do?
To win you back.
To simply love you.
But I now need you back
Before it's too late.
Before I forget
Before I can never come back.
If I love you, then it is true.
If I loved you, why didn't I tell you?
Now it must be too late.
You never stir, you never wake.
I truly forgive you with all my heart.
I was wrong.
I was scared.
I die from broken heart.
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Maewyn lay in a bed in the healing chambers of Lothlorien. Since that terrible day nearly two months before, she hadn't moved. She hadn't gotten better. In all circumstances, she seemed worse.
Lady Galadriel had visited her regularly, but on each occasion she had left with a sorrowful face. The lady of light seemed to have blamed Maewyn's health on herself. She believed if it weren't for her medicine, Maewyn would have been well.
In all truth the Lady Galadriel was right on both occasions. Maewyn's body had reacted to the potion the lady had given her.
It had been discovered that the potion that Galadriel used to heal Maewyn was slowly eating away her immune system. To make up for this, her body had simply shut down.
So that was where Maewyn was now. She lay peacefully in a bed; her soft features a sickly pale and her lips a cold blue.
But the elves didn't know that Maewyn could still hear them. They didn't know Maewyn lay in the unconscious state resting and waiting for her body to heal.
Maewyn knew why she had fallen into this comatose state. This was no normal coma. This was the type of coma that one who was physically unable to cope anymore with their emotions withdraws into.
Maewyn body couldn't endure the way in which Maewyn's heart pulled in two different directions. Longing for two. Two elves, which she could not pick between.
There was Haldir who she had come to know visited her often, he whispered sweet words and ever-thoughtful compliments. Haldir would confess the very depths of his soul. Then he would go, leaving Maewyn to contemplate these thoughts.
So Haldir loved her. Was this good or bad?
Then there was Legolas. He had only visited from what Maewyn could recall, in total three times. Each visit had him whispering apologies and begging for forgiveness. He had confessed this was his fault. Then at the end of each conversation after an accusation of 'this had been her fault.' he would leave.
Why did Legolas visit her in the first place?
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I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of the sequel. The poem used is Urebriviel's and if you wish to use it please ask her permission first. Please review.
~*~ Urebriviel & Belle Bing~*~
By the way, this is a co-joined story. Belle Bing and myself put equal efforts into this story, and I myself couldn't have done this story without Belle Bing there to add in her bits. So please don't just comment on me, comment on Belle Bing as well. Oh and all flames will be used to cook our dinners. Enjoy.
By the way I have had to repost this chapter. Fanfiction has been having difficulties and it somehow won't update our story. If you reviewed when we first posted this story, I'm sorry but your reviews got deleted. All I can say is PLEASE REVIEW AGAIN. (
~*~*~* Urebriviel & Belle Bing*~*~*~
Lessons of time
Chapter One
Tears fall from an aching heart
A heart that has lost
A heart that has never forgot
Crying in his aching hands
A moment gone, a moment simply too long.
What happened, what must I do?
To win you back.
To simply love you.
But I now need you back
Before it's too late.
Before I forget
Before I can never come back.
If I love you, then it is true.
If I loved you, why didn't I tell you?
Now it must be too late.
You never stir, you never wake.
I truly forgive you with all my heart.
I was wrong.
I was scared.
I die from broken heart.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Maewyn lay in a bed in the healing chambers of Lothlorien. Since that terrible day nearly two months before, she hadn't moved. She hadn't gotten better. In all circumstances, she seemed worse.
Lady Galadriel had visited her regularly, but on each occasion she had left with a sorrowful face. The lady of light seemed to have blamed Maewyn's health on herself. She believed if it weren't for her medicine, Maewyn would have been well.
In all truth the Lady Galadriel was right on both occasions. Maewyn's body had reacted to the potion the lady had given her.
It had been discovered that the potion that Galadriel used to heal Maewyn was slowly eating away her immune system. To make up for this, her body had simply shut down.
So that was where Maewyn was now. She lay peacefully in a bed; her soft features a sickly pale and her lips a cold blue.
But the elves didn't know that Maewyn could still hear them. They didn't know Maewyn lay in the unconscious state resting and waiting for her body to heal.
Maewyn knew why she had fallen into this comatose state. This was no normal coma. This was the type of coma that one who was physically unable to cope anymore with their emotions withdraws into.
Maewyn body couldn't endure the way in which Maewyn's heart pulled in two different directions. Longing for two. Two elves, which she could not pick between.
There was Haldir who she had come to know visited her often, he whispered sweet words and ever-thoughtful compliments. Haldir would confess the very depths of his soul. Then he would go, leaving Maewyn to contemplate these thoughts.
So Haldir loved her. Was this good or bad?
Then there was Legolas. He had only visited from what Maewyn could recall, in total three times. Each visit had him whispering apologies and begging for forgiveness. He had confessed this was his fault. Then at the end of each conversation after an accusation of 'this had been her fault.' he would leave.
Why did Legolas visit her in the first place?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of the sequel. The poem used is Urebriviel's and if you wish to use it please ask her permission first. Please review.
~*~ Urebriviel & Belle Bing~*~