After a long time without hope of ever writing again, I've finished a couple of short pieces and done a lot of work on an unposted WIP about Legolas during his last year as a novice.
Here is the shorter of the finished pieces. I've been deliberately vague about the identity, but of course if you pay attention to "Character" in ff dot net, you know who I had in mind. Who did you think of?
I really need a better title, but I'm horrible at those.
Thanks to the people at GoI who commented on it.
nautika
What's Wrong with Me?
Disclaimer: Since I'm posting this under LOTR, I better say I know the character isn't mine, even though he could be anyone. And no matter who he is, I wont make money from this.
Summary: A man agonizes over his dejected state. (I'm not very good at summaries, either, evidently.)
Days he had been this way.
Hungry, yet no food appealed.
Restless, yet lacking energy to do anything.
Unhappy alone, discontent in the company of others.
He craved to be at peace again yet some part of him feared that forever beyond his reach.
If he knew the cause, then perhaps he could fix it, make it right. But his days were as they had ever been, naught had changed.
Responsibility lay heavily upon him, but no more than before.
Was it dread of things to come or fear that he had mishandled the past?
How could he put his world back in balance when he knew not the weight that had shifted it - thrown his life askew.
He should speak to someone - but who?
What could he say that would not sound mad?
It was his place to protect others - not to unsettle them or frighten them with his ramblings.
He wanted, no - needed - to be himself again.
The End
