How can you see into my
eyes like open doors
Leading you down into my core
Where I've become so numb without a soul my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead it back home
Bring Me To Life-- Evanescence.
"Is she there?" He asked.
His fingers were tapping against his leg, his mind wanting his leg to stop shaking but it couldn't. It was a nervous thing he inhabited from his father. The old chap. And as the man clad in armory stared back him, he stiffened and everything ran cold.
"My Lord." He bowed his head slightly, and grabbed the horse's rope. "If you care to take a walk with me, I shall show you were she is."
He sighed with relief. She was alright then! Smiling, he leapt off Arod and allowed the man to tie him against a tree branch and with a wave of his hand, he led him through the Halls. He regarded the greetings and bows as best as he could, but he couldn't stop thinking of her. Her wide smile, her tangled mass of hair, and her deep laugh. It saddened him to think of what she went through.
"My Lord?" The man reached out and tapped his shoulder. "She is in this room.. She is recovering."
He hesitated, looked at the man, and hesitated again. What was he going to do? Enter the room and fall to his knees, apologizing for leaving her side when he made a promise to another? No. No more apologizing. No more suffering because she was here now, away from all that and she will recover. She had to.
Taking a deep breath, he nodded at the man and rested his hand on the cool doorknob. He shivered and let it swing open. The door knob hit the wall loudly, but the limp body on the bed did not stir. She was obviously resting.
He listened to the man's feet swaying and the heavy breath of the woman.
The room was dark, though he could still see the heavy rise and fall of her chest. Her body was covered in bandages and the bed sheets were tucked at her sides. He did not like that. It made him feel like she was trapped to the bed, unable to move. So he walked forwards, slowly at first, but when she stirred he ran to her.
"Uuma dela, mellonamin. (Don't worry, my friend)" He whispered, gently grabbing her hand. He hated to admit it, but she look close to death. Her skin was paler than usual, her curls unnaturally tangled and her eyes red. Red like blood. "Poikaer? (Pure one?)"
"No."
He ignored the voice and regarded the helpless woman.
"She is no longer pure, Legolas."
He cringed and tightened the grip on her large hands. He tried to ignore the words that repeated themselves in his mind. She isn't yours to keep. No. He can keep anything he wants. And he wanted her more than ever, even when she was like this.
"I would find a way to keep her." He muttered, lifting her cold hand and bringing it to his lips. "She is dreadfully cold. You should bring more blankets to cover her, Aragorn"
"No." Aragorn repeated, walking forwards and laying a hand on the Elf's shoulder. "No matter how many blankets she possessed, she will always be cold. She is night."
"And I am day." He finished, his eyes suddenly dark with fear. "Can she possibly be ill? She can very well be ill, Aragorn."
Aragorn sighed. "You know the kind of illness she has, my friend." He glanced at the woman and grimaced. "She is going to forget you Legolas. She will never know the friendship she earned in you."
He suddenly felt sick. Her hand was frightening him and he threw it down, watching as it hung over the bed, the ropes red against her skin. He now understood why her eyes were so red. She was changing. She will no longer be the Elf besides him in battle, no longer will she be the woman who was his friend, and no longer will she be his to have. She was leaving ever so slowly before him.
"Asca! (Hurry!)" He wanted her to change now. "Asca, gorgaer! (Hurry, fearful one!)"
"Legolas--"
"Lle rangwa amin? (Do you understand me?)" He hissed, grabbing onto her arm. "Change! Change, melamin, change!"
The room fell quiet. Aragorn and the Elf watched as her eyes darted under there shield, her lips curling up in a snarl. Aragorn moved, though Legolas did not. Her lips were no longer lively, but now as dull gray as her skin. And then her eyes flew open and she let out a cry that made Legolas jump back with terror.
She cried out again, her eyes straining to move away the blurred images around her.
Legolas cringed, his body sprawled up against the rocking chair and his eyes large with fear. Never in his life had he been so frightened. She did not even recognize him as her eyes opened, dark and hungry and gazing at Aragorn.
When she struggled at the ropes around her wrists, Aragorn grabbed a wooden cross on the edge of the bed.
"No!" She hissed, her head hanging back.
"Legolas, tula sinome. (Legolas, come here)" He demanded quietly, his eyes never leaving the woman in front of him. "Legolas!"
"No.." He couldn't force his eyes away from her. So helpless.. So evil.
"Asca, Legolas, khila amin! (Hurry, Legolas, follow me!)"
And the Elf did as he was ordered, not caring if his pride was taken away from him. He walked past the bed, the woman crying and struggling to get loose, and with one last glance back, he followed Aragorn out of the room.
"She will die at sun rise!" Legolas argued, his hands grasping the edge of the table. "You cannot let her be bound there forever!"
"She will be dead forever, Master Elf." The head of the table replied as smoothly as possibly.
"Please," Aragorn cut in before the Elf could reply. "Isn't there a place secluded enough for us to keep her?"
"Until when, my Lord?" Eowyn asked, her gentle hands grasping each other. "Until she gets loose among our people?"
The dull human voices left his mind as the Elf stared at the ajar door. He could not get the image of the woman struggling against the ropes and the hungry look in her eyes as she stared back at him. If only she was an Elf. If only she was back again.
But she isn't. He felt the sudden prick of tears at the corner of his eyes. He suddenly felt the not so familiar pain in his heart, and realized that this woman was one he wanted for all his immortal life.
"She is immortal now." He whispered, low enough for only him to hear. "And I could have her forever."
"There are other matters that are more important than having a she vamp among us." The King growled, standing from his throne and moving aside his people. "Get the doors of her room open. I want to do this now, before the sun rises."
"No!" Legolas cried, standing from his seat and running over to the doors. "No! Aragorn, don't let them! She is still the same woman as before, Lords!"
"Nay." Eowyn replied, her eyes casting down to the floor sadly. "She is not the same woman. She is evil now. You must stop her before any of this begins."
Legolas' eyes widened. "How can you say that, woman?" He snarled, his fists clenching. "She is your sister!"
"No longer!" The King cried, placing a comforting hand on Eowyn. "My niece has chosen the path of the dead. This is what she would want, Master Elf."
The Elf shook his head furiously, not daring to move aside. "But this is not want I want!"
"Legolas, tampa. Dina. (Legolas, stop. Be silent)" Aragorn pleaded.
Legolas shot the man a hard, cold glare and held it. "You, of all people Aragorn, will not go with your friends way?" He shook his head and laughed bitterly. "She has probably already--"
"Escaped!" The doors burst open, Legolas jumping out of the way in time. "My Lord!"
"What?" The King glared at the boy clad in brown leggings and a white shirt. "Geollyn, what are you saying?"
"She has escaped!" He breathed, his gaze lowering as he looked around the large room. "The vampire has escaped."
With all the gasps and bickering, the Elf was the only one with a smile on his face as everyone cleared the room.
"Lle, melamin. (Good, my love)" He whispered, strolling out of the room. "Very good."
Leading you down into my core
Where I've become so numb without a soul my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead it back home
Bring Me To Life-- Evanescence.
"Is she there?" He asked.
His fingers were tapping against his leg, his mind wanting his leg to stop shaking but it couldn't. It was a nervous thing he inhabited from his father. The old chap. And as the man clad in armory stared back him, he stiffened and everything ran cold.
"My Lord." He bowed his head slightly, and grabbed the horse's rope. "If you care to take a walk with me, I shall show you were she is."
He sighed with relief. She was alright then! Smiling, he leapt off Arod and allowed the man to tie him against a tree branch and with a wave of his hand, he led him through the Halls. He regarded the greetings and bows as best as he could, but he couldn't stop thinking of her. Her wide smile, her tangled mass of hair, and her deep laugh. It saddened him to think of what she went through.
"My Lord?" The man reached out and tapped his shoulder. "She is in this room.. She is recovering."
He hesitated, looked at the man, and hesitated again. What was he going to do? Enter the room and fall to his knees, apologizing for leaving her side when he made a promise to another? No. No more apologizing. No more suffering because she was here now, away from all that and she will recover. She had to.
Taking a deep breath, he nodded at the man and rested his hand on the cool doorknob. He shivered and let it swing open. The door knob hit the wall loudly, but the limp body on the bed did not stir. She was obviously resting.
He listened to the man's feet swaying and the heavy breath of the woman.
The room was dark, though he could still see the heavy rise and fall of her chest. Her body was covered in bandages and the bed sheets were tucked at her sides. He did not like that. It made him feel like she was trapped to the bed, unable to move. So he walked forwards, slowly at first, but when she stirred he ran to her.
"Uuma dela, mellonamin. (Don't worry, my friend)" He whispered, gently grabbing her hand. He hated to admit it, but she look close to death. Her skin was paler than usual, her curls unnaturally tangled and her eyes red. Red like blood. "Poikaer? (Pure one?)"
"No."
He ignored the voice and regarded the helpless woman.
"She is no longer pure, Legolas."
He cringed and tightened the grip on her large hands. He tried to ignore the words that repeated themselves in his mind. She isn't yours to keep. No. He can keep anything he wants. And he wanted her more than ever, even when she was like this.
"I would find a way to keep her." He muttered, lifting her cold hand and bringing it to his lips. "She is dreadfully cold. You should bring more blankets to cover her, Aragorn"
"No." Aragorn repeated, walking forwards and laying a hand on the Elf's shoulder. "No matter how many blankets she possessed, she will always be cold. She is night."
"And I am day." He finished, his eyes suddenly dark with fear. "Can she possibly be ill? She can very well be ill, Aragorn."
Aragorn sighed. "You know the kind of illness she has, my friend." He glanced at the woman and grimaced. "She is going to forget you Legolas. She will never know the friendship she earned in you."
He suddenly felt sick. Her hand was frightening him and he threw it down, watching as it hung over the bed, the ropes red against her skin. He now understood why her eyes were so red. She was changing. She will no longer be the Elf besides him in battle, no longer will she be the woman who was his friend, and no longer will she be his to have. She was leaving ever so slowly before him.
"Asca! (Hurry!)" He wanted her to change now. "Asca, gorgaer! (Hurry, fearful one!)"
"Legolas--"
"Lle rangwa amin? (Do you understand me?)" He hissed, grabbing onto her arm. "Change! Change, melamin, change!"
The room fell quiet. Aragorn and the Elf watched as her eyes darted under there shield, her lips curling up in a snarl. Aragorn moved, though Legolas did not. Her lips were no longer lively, but now as dull gray as her skin. And then her eyes flew open and she let out a cry that made Legolas jump back with terror.
She cried out again, her eyes straining to move away the blurred images around her.
Legolas cringed, his body sprawled up against the rocking chair and his eyes large with fear. Never in his life had he been so frightened. She did not even recognize him as her eyes opened, dark and hungry and gazing at Aragorn.
When she struggled at the ropes around her wrists, Aragorn grabbed a wooden cross on the edge of the bed.
"No!" She hissed, her head hanging back.
"Legolas, tula sinome. (Legolas, come here)" He demanded quietly, his eyes never leaving the woman in front of him. "Legolas!"
"No.." He couldn't force his eyes away from her. So helpless.. So evil.
"Asca, Legolas, khila amin! (Hurry, Legolas, follow me!)"
And the Elf did as he was ordered, not caring if his pride was taken away from him. He walked past the bed, the woman crying and struggling to get loose, and with one last glance back, he followed Aragorn out of the room.
"She will die at sun rise!" Legolas argued, his hands grasping the edge of the table. "You cannot let her be bound there forever!"
"She will be dead forever, Master Elf." The head of the table replied as smoothly as possibly.
"Please," Aragorn cut in before the Elf could reply. "Isn't there a place secluded enough for us to keep her?"
"Until when, my Lord?" Eowyn asked, her gentle hands grasping each other. "Until she gets loose among our people?"
The dull human voices left his mind as the Elf stared at the ajar door. He could not get the image of the woman struggling against the ropes and the hungry look in her eyes as she stared back at him. If only she was an Elf. If only she was back again.
But she isn't. He felt the sudden prick of tears at the corner of his eyes. He suddenly felt the not so familiar pain in his heart, and realized that this woman was one he wanted for all his immortal life.
"She is immortal now." He whispered, low enough for only him to hear. "And I could have her forever."
"There are other matters that are more important than having a she vamp among us." The King growled, standing from his throne and moving aside his people. "Get the doors of her room open. I want to do this now, before the sun rises."
"No!" Legolas cried, standing from his seat and running over to the doors. "No! Aragorn, don't let them! She is still the same woman as before, Lords!"
"Nay." Eowyn replied, her eyes casting down to the floor sadly. "She is not the same woman. She is evil now. You must stop her before any of this begins."
Legolas' eyes widened. "How can you say that, woman?" He snarled, his fists clenching. "She is your sister!"
"No longer!" The King cried, placing a comforting hand on Eowyn. "My niece has chosen the path of the dead. This is what she would want, Master Elf."
The Elf shook his head furiously, not daring to move aside. "But this is not want I want!"
"Legolas, tampa. Dina. (Legolas, stop. Be silent)" Aragorn pleaded.
Legolas shot the man a hard, cold glare and held it. "You, of all people Aragorn, will not go with your friends way?" He shook his head and laughed bitterly. "She has probably already--"
"Escaped!" The doors burst open, Legolas jumping out of the way in time. "My Lord!"
"What?" The King glared at the boy clad in brown leggings and a white shirt. "Geollyn, what are you saying?"
"She has escaped!" He breathed, his gaze lowering as he looked around the large room. "The vampire has escaped."
With all the gasps and bickering, the Elf was the only one with a smile on his face as everyone cleared the room.
"Lle, melamin. (Good, my love)" He whispered, strolling out of the room. "Very good."