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Web Of Sorrow
by TigerBabe
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Disclaimer: The only thing I own in this fic is the mysterious character of 'Tárion.' Dont sue and take him off me?
Authors Notes & Warnings: Very angst driven fic, deals with depression and suicidal thoughts. 'Tis difficult for me to write, as it's semi-autobiographical, so please dont flame me to complain that I dont know what I'm talking about or whatever, because I do know what I'm talking about. If you really do feel the need to flame me, have a look at my other fics, and flame one of them. It's set somewhere between Rivendell and Moria.
Extra Notes: Do not worry, Rhiannon, this isnt going to turn into a humor fic! This is staying firmly in the 'angst' catagory. Thanks to everyone who reviewed!
A/N: I changed this chapter slightly, making it more personal, and therefore easier for me to comprehend the emotions involved... hope it doesnt bother you too much.
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Chapter 2 - Deny All Knowledge
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Legolas looked Aragorn straight in the eyes... and lied.
"Nothing has happened, I am fine, Aragorn," Legolas moved to stand, but Aragorn stepped in the way, stopping him from standing, "Out of my way, Aragorn!"
"Not until you stop lying and tell me what is wrong, I can see the bottle, and the blood Legolas, now tell me what is wrong," Aragorn said slowly, the anger fading, pure concern now in his voice. Legolas looked at him once more.
"I dont know what you're talking about," he said. 'Coward,' he thought to himself, 'cant admit even to yourself that you're messed up.'
Aragorn reached forward, and pointed at the blood, "Then where did this come from?" he asked calmly.
"'Tis nothing, just a scratch," Legolas lied yet again, fear of his friend finding out and rejecting him held the truth back. 'And he would reject you, you know, he'd laugh, think you were disgusting... just like Tárion did' the voice in his head stopped dead, allowing the name to do it's work.
Just the pure mention of that name made him feel sick, and that coupled with the wine he had just consumed did not do much good. He started to cry, and not quietly this time. Tears and sobs fell from his eyes and lips. He slumped back once again against the tree.
Aragorn stood, and watched. But when his friend began to sob, he couldnt hold back. He sat down next to Legolas, and pulled him into his arms, comforting him gently, while whispering words of encouragment into his ears.
"Ssshh, it's alright," he soothed, as he cradled the distraught Elf in his arms. 'What could have happened to get poor Legolas into such a state?' he thought to himself.
It was at this moment, that Frodo decided he needed to talk to Aragorn. He walked up to where he had last seen Aragorn, and found him sitting on the ground, holding the blonde Elf in his arms, rocking back and forward, soothing him like a young child who had just awoken from a nightmare.
Aragorn looked up to see Frodo approaching quietly, and shook his head, while mouthing 'not now.'
Frodo nodded, and headed back to the camp.
Legolas was caught up in his thoughts now, images flashing through his mind. Fresh tears fell from his eyes. The images kept coming, flash backs to when he and Tárion were friends, when they shared their first kiss, when Tárion betrayed Legolas's trust.
"Make it stop," he mumbled between sobs, "please."
Aragorn frowned at these words, but continued to comfort his friend as best he could. For an hour, maybe longer, they sat there, nothing but the sound of Legolas sobbing could be heard, but Aragorn did not move. His friend needed him, and he'd be damned if he left him now.
When Legolas finally regained his composure, realising how he had been acting, he scrambled to his feet, wiping his blood stained sleeve over his face to remove the silvery tears from his cheeks.
"Thank you," he said quietly to his friend, who was sitting staring up at him, bewildered by his actions. Legolas turned and ran toward the camp.
Aragorn sat there for a few more minutes, his mind consumed with thoughts of what had happened to his friend to make him act like this. Aragorn glanced upward, to see that the sun was finally breaking through the leaves above him. He sighed, and put his thoughts behind him for a while, but vowed to find out what was wrong with the Elf he had spent the night comforting.
He slowly pulled himself to his feet, and walked in the direction Legolas had run off in.
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TBC, sorry it was so short, but it's getting quite tricky to write this... R&R...
Web Of Sorrow
by TigerBabe
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Disclaimer: The only thing I own in this fic is the mysterious character of 'Tárion.' Dont sue and take him off me?
Authors Notes & Warnings: Very angst driven fic, deals with depression and suicidal thoughts. 'Tis difficult for me to write, as it's semi-autobiographical, so please dont flame me to complain that I dont know what I'm talking about or whatever, because I do know what I'm talking about. If you really do feel the need to flame me, have a look at my other fics, and flame one of them. It's set somewhere between Rivendell and Moria.
Extra Notes: Do not worry, Rhiannon, this isnt going to turn into a humor fic! This is staying firmly in the 'angst' catagory. Thanks to everyone who reviewed!
A/N: I changed this chapter slightly, making it more personal, and therefore easier for me to comprehend the emotions involved... hope it doesnt bother you too much.
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Chapter 2 - Deny All Knowledge
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Legolas looked Aragorn straight in the eyes... and lied.
"Nothing has happened, I am fine, Aragorn," Legolas moved to stand, but Aragorn stepped in the way, stopping him from standing, "Out of my way, Aragorn!"
"Not until you stop lying and tell me what is wrong, I can see the bottle, and the blood Legolas, now tell me what is wrong," Aragorn said slowly, the anger fading, pure concern now in his voice. Legolas looked at him once more.
"I dont know what you're talking about," he said. 'Coward,' he thought to himself, 'cant admit even to yourself that you're messed up.'
Aragorn reached forward, and pointed at the blood, "Then where did this come from?" he asked calmly.
"'Tis nothing, just a scratch," Legolas lied yet again, fear of his friend finding out and rejecting him held the truth back. 'And he would reject you, you know, he'd laugh, think you were disgusting... just like Tárion did' the voice in his head stopped dead, allowing the name to do it's work.
Just the pure mention of that name made him feel sick, and that coupled with the wine he had just consumed did not do much good. He started to cry, and not quietly this time. Tears and sobs fell from his eyes and lips. He slumped back once again against the tree.
Aragorn stood, and watched. But when his friend began to sob, he couldnt hold back. He sat down next to Legolas, and pulled him into his arms, comforting him gently, while whispering words of encouragment into his ears.
"Ssshh, it's alright," he soothed, as he cradled the distraught Elf in his arms. 'What could have happened to get poor Legolas into such a state?' he thought to himself.
It was at this moment, that Frodo decided he needed to talk to Aragorn. He walked up to where he had last seen Aragorn, and found him sitting on the ground, holding the blonde Elf in his arms, rocking back and forward, soothing him like a young child who had just awoken from a nightmare.
Aragorn looked up to see Frodo approaching quietly, and shook his head, while mouthing 'not now.'
Frodo nodded, and headed back to the camp.
Legolas was caught up in his thoughts now, images flashing through his mind. Fresh tears fell from his eyes. The images kept coming, flash backs to when he and Tárion were friends, when they shared their first kiss, when Tárion betrayed Legolas's trust.
"Make it stop," he mumbled between sobs, "please."
Aragorn frowned at these words, but continued to comfort his friend as best he could. For an hour, maybe longer, they sat there, nothing but the sound of Legolas sobbing could be heard, but Aragorn did not move. His friend needed him, and he'd be damned if he left him now.
When Legolas finally regained his composure, realising how he had been acting, he scrambled to his feet, wiping his blood stained sleeve over his face to remove the silvery tears from his cheeks.
"Thank you," he said quietly to his friend, who was sitting staring up at him, bewildered by his actions. Legolas turned and ran toward the camp.
Aragorn sat there for a few more minutes, his mind consumed with thoughts of what had happened to his friend to make him act like this. Aragorn glanced upward, to see that the sun was finally breaking through the leaves above him. He sighed, and put his thoughts behind him for a while, but vowed to find out what was wrong with the Elf he had spent the night comforting.
He slowly pulled himself to his feet, and walked in the direction Legolas had run off in.
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TBC, sorry it was so short, but it's getting quite tricky to write this... R&R...
