Helo, y'all. I've just decided to write another fanfiction. Enjoy! xxx
Please let me know what you think!
Note: All Elvish conversations are in Italics
One
The Elf looked up at the sky. The war was over. The Ring had been destroyed. But why did the stars still seem so cold? Their light had always brought him a feeling of relaxation, yet now they brought him discomfort. As if ... as if something was out of place.
"Legolas." someone said softly behind him. "What troubles you?"
"The stars, my friend. They no longer seem beautiful and pure," he replied, without turning. "But rather cold and distant, as the Dwarves say."
"It has been long since you've last seen the stars from Mirkwood, Legolas. They have grown unfamiliar to your eyes."
Legolas turned away from the silver web. "Perhaps." He looked straight into the eyes of the Elf who had spoken. "Yet the sky is how I left it."
His friend smiled. "Time goes on and waits for no one, my friend."
"Yet I am alive after two thousand years."
"We Elves seem to be the exception."
The prince stared back into the sky. "Leave me. I must find my way around the halls once again."
"As you wish."
The older Elf stopped a little further away. "Try not to disappear. You have only just returned."
A smile tugged at Legolas' lips. It was good to be home.
A single star caught his attention, then. It seemed bigger and brighter than the rest. But soon he knew something was wrong. The star grew from being a crystalline blue pinprick in the deep purple sky to a pulsing white balloon. As he stared in awe, the star became brighter and closer, a tail of fire trailing behind it. His sixth sense told him to run, to get help, but he was rooted to the spot, as if the ground had gained hold of his boots.
Then came the explosion, scorching the front of his tunic can singing his hair slightly. There was a blinding white flash followed by a sound like lightning striking nearby. In there somewhere Legolas thought he'd heard a woman's terrified scream.
He blinked away the dark spots which now obscured his sight and peered into the newly formed crater, ignoring the ringing in his ears. He looked through the smoke at the blackened ground and still-burning embers. He was about to walk away when a glint caught his eye.
He slid down the side of the crater, ignoring the pain every time a hot ember touched his bare skin. He then dug furiously at the place where the glint had been. He soon discovered what the glint was and stared in disbelief.
It was a girl, bathed in starlight, wrapped only in the broken chains which still clung to her, her face and body were burned severely and all her hair had been burned away. She looked no older than twenty, but looks could be deceiving. She seemed dead, but when Legolas lightly touched her face, he felt life. Barely.
Life which could slip away at any moment.