Disclaimer: You know, I don't have to own Legolas. Only a little rent
would make me happy. You know, like Rent-A-Hottie? Jk, no one belongs to
me.
Author's Notes: The dream sequence might have been a bit confusing but that was as well as I could lay it out.
It was morning and Legolas was up early, before any one else was. He started to rock back and forth, thinking of the night before, the horrors of it. It seemed that each time, instead of the dream getting better, it just got worse. Legolas shook his head, it was all in the past now. He didn't need to think about it. He also didn't need to worry other people, especially Aragorn. He felt bad for waking Aragorn the night before although he had done it unintentionally. Legolas traced the cut on his forearm with a finger. It was reddish silvery, the blood of the elven kind. It was still fresh. Legolas pushed up his sleeves and looked carefully at his arms. They were milky white save the angry looking cut. No matter how hard he looked, he could not see any scars. But he knew that they still were there. An invisible net of scars running up and down his arms, winding around and around. It was the healing power that elves possessed that saved Legolas from walking around with scarred arms. Legolas shrugged and pulled the sleeves back down.
The sun was starting to set, one of the most unfavorite times of the day for Legolas because he knew that night was coming near and night meant that he would have to face another night of terror. The others in the Fellowship had built a fire and were trying to get as close to the warmth as possible without burning themselves. They were all asleep, Legolas was sure of it. He refused to lie down and put himself at the mercy of the demons of night. He pulled up his knees and hugged them, staring in to the fire. Against his will, his eyelids began to droop.
Legolas was young again and he was hiding behind a dark wooden cabinet. He could hear the giant's footsteps pounding near.
"Where are you, you sneaky little..." Legolas was helpless again as he watched himself huddle in fear. He sat as close as he could into the shadows of the wall. Finally, the giant's footsteps stopped. They stopped very close. Legolas dared not breathe. Suddenly, a large hand picked up Legolas by the ear, almost tearing it. He was dropped onto the ground and little Legolas clutched his ear, blood starting to seep through his fingers. He was sobbing hard. Legolas knew that trying to stop the giant was impossible but maybe he could look away, pretend that this wasn't happening....the nightmare demons would not let him look away. No matter how hard he closed his eyes, the scene stayed unchanged.
"No please!" cried little Legolas. "No, Father!"
Legolas woke up again, nearly tripping into the fire. He rolled away into the dark night and stood up. He leaned against a tree for support, taking large gasps of cool evening air. He could still hear himself screaming, unwilling to fade away like the rest of the dream.
"Father!" That word, that putrid word refused to leave Legolas. It swarmed his mind and clouded his brain like a poisonous fume. Legolas broke out in cold sweat. When would this all stop? Legolas turned and pounded the tree with all his might, trying to get rid of the screaming demons inside his head. Finally, they stopped and so did Legolas. He slid to the ground, holding his battered, bloody hands. But he was not defeated.
"If you come back one more time," he whispered fiercely to the evil spirit. "I'll make sure that you wish you have never been born." But Legolas did not know exactly how he would do that.
*Yes, it Thranduil is the giant. Hmmm....I was hoping it would be a sort of surprise but I'm not too sure if it was...ah well...please R&R!
Author's Notes: The dream sequence might have been a bit confusing but that was as well as I could lay it out.
It was morning and Legolas was up early, before any one else was. He started to rock back and forth, thinking of the night before, the horrors of it. It seemed that each time, instead of the dream getting better, it just got worse. Legolas shook his head, it was all in the past now. He didn't need to think about it. He also didn't need to worry other people, especially Aragorn. He felt bad for waking Aragorn the night before although he had done it unintentionally. Legolas traced the cut on his forearm with a finger. It was reddish silvery, the blood of the elven kind. It was still fresh. Legolas pushed up his sleeves and looked carefully at his arms. They were milky white save the angry looking cut. No matter how hard he looked, he could not see any scars. But he knew that they still were there. An invisible net of scars running up and down his arms, winding around and around. It was the healing power that elves possessed that saved Legolas from walking around with scarred arms. Legolas shrugged and pulled the sleeves back down.
The sun was starting to set, one of the most unfavorite times of the day for Legolas because he knew that night was coming near and night meant that he would have to face another night of terror. The others in the Fellowship had built a fire and were trying to get as close to the warmth as possible without burning themselves. They were all asleep, Legolas was sure of it. He refused to lie down and put himself at the mercy of the demons of night. He pulled up his knees and hugged them, staring in to the fire. Against his will, his eyelids began to droop.
Legolas was young again and he was hiding behind a dark wooden cabinet. He could hear the giant's footsteps pounding near.
"Where are you, you sneaky little..." Legolas was helpless again as he watched himself huddle in fear. He sat as close as he could into the shadows of the wall. Finally, the giant's footsteps stopped. They stopped very close. Legolas dared not breathe. Suddenly, a large hand picked up Legolas by the ear, almost tearing it. He was dropped onto the ground and little Legolas clutched his ear, blood starting to seep through his fingers. He was sobbing hard. Legolas knew that trying to stop the giant was impossible but maybe he could look away, pretend that this wasn't happening....the nightmare demons would not let him look away. No matter how hard he closed his eyes, the scene stayed unchanged.
"No please!" cried little Legolas. "No, Father!"
Legolas woke up again, nearly tripping into the fire. He rolled away into the dark night and stood up. He leaned against a tree for support, taking large gasps of cool evening air. He could still hear himself screaming, unwilling to fade away like the rest of the dream.
"Father!" That word, that putrid word refused to leave Legolas. It swarmed his mind and clouded his brain like a poisonous fume. Legolas broke out in cold sweat. When would this all stop? Legolas turned and pounded the tree with all his might, trying to get rid of the screaming demons inside his head. Finally, they stopped and so did Legolas. He slid to the ground, holding his battered, bloody hands. But he was not defeated.
"If you come back one more time," he whispered fiercely to the evil spirit. "I'll make sure that you wish you have never been born." But Legolas did not know exactly how he would do that.
*Yes, it Thranduil is the giant. Hmmm....I was hoping it would be a sort of surprise but I'm not too sure if it was...ah well...please R&R!