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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: I agree with you Bexi, that writing fan fiction can be tricky, and it usually does make it more fun. But not when you're going through/have gone through what you're writing about. It makes it extra hard, and makes it more rewarding once you've finished - but it's not fun.
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Chapter 3 - Nothing In Life Is Free
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Legolas made his way over to his bag, avoiding eye contact with the rest of the group. His eyes were still reddened slightly, and if he was forced to make eye contact with them, he felt as if he may tell them everything... and he just wasnt ready for that. He didnt want their pity.
"L-Legolas?" Frodo's nervous, but concerned voice broke through his thoughts, bringing him back to the real world, "Are you okay?" Frodo's voice was a mere whisper, but by the looks on their faces, everyone else knew what he was asking.
"I am fine!" Legolas snapped, before pulling a fresh shirt out of his bag. He quickly pulled his blood stained shirt off his body in order to change shirts, but he stopped dead as he heard a gasp escape the lips of the little Hobbit infront of him.
"Oh my god Legolas, what happened?" He cried out in concern.
"Nothing, just an accident thats all," he answered. That was the second friend he'd had to lie to - how long would he continue lying? He hastily pulled the fresh shirt over his head, and arranged it so that the scars could not be seen.
Pippin came over and sat next to Frodo and Legolas. He seemed to be acting alot more sensible and mature than usual - no jokes or laughter.
"Hey Legolas," he said, before lowering his voice, "if you ever need to talk, you know we're here for you," his voice seemed as if it were dripping with pity and sympathy. The very things he wanted to avoid.
Legolas got to his feet, and threw his hands in the air, calling everyone to his attention. Aragorn walked into the glade just in time to see him do this.
"I am fine!" Legolas shouted at them all, "I do not need your concern, your pity, your sympathy, your help. I need to be left alone!" he cried, spitting over the words concern, pity, sympathy and help. He had truly had enough of this. His tone turned gentle as he sat himself down, and buried his face in his hands, "I want to be left alone," he sighed quietly, no more than a whisper, but a line that was heard by all.
The rest of the group shared worried glances, before nodding and signaling an unspoken agreement. They would help the Elf.
Suddenly, the heavens opened, and rain began to pour down. Legolas groaned.
"Fantastic!" he cried out, smacking his hands on his knees, "I forgot my cloak!" he sighed again, and placed his hands over his face. He suddenly sensed someone infront of him. He looked up.
Aragorn stood there in the rain, holding out a cloak in his hands to the Elf. Legolas gave him a puzzled look.
"Take it Legolas, for I do not need two cloaks," Legolas hesitated, "Take it my friend, I do not want anything for it."
Legolas froze hearing those words, for they brought back memories. Bad memories. Horrific memories that haunted him in his dreams, and whenever he let his mind wander. Really really bad memories. His eyes went wide and filled with fright as he snatched his hand away from Aragorn's spare cloak. He curled up in a fetal position, and began to cry.
"I dont want to remember, cant remember, dont want to remember, please stop, please stop, please stop, dont touch me, please stop," Legolas cried out between sobs.
His friends gathered around the frightened Elf, wondering what had triggered this result. Then, Aragorn's eyes widened as he heard Legolas say one distinct phrase out of the mumbled mess.
"Nothing in life is free."
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TBC... Sorry it was so short. R&R.
Web Of Sorrow
by TigerBabe
******
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: I agree with you Bexi, that writing fan fiction can be tricky, and it usually does make it more fun. But not when you're going through/have gone through what you're writing about. It makes it extra hard, and makes it more rewarding once you've finished - but it's not fun.
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Chapter 3 - Nothing In Life Is Free
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Legolas made his way over to his bag, avoiding eye contact with the rest of the group. His eyes were still reddened slightly, and if he was forced to make eye contact with them, he felt as if he may tell them everything... and he just wasnt ready for that. He didnt want their pity.
"L-Legolas?" Frodo's nervous, but concerned voice broke through his thoughts, bringing him back to the real world, "Are you okay?" Frodo's voice was a mere whisper, but by the looks on their faces, everyone else knew what he was asking.
"I am fine!" Legolas snapped, before pulling a fresh shirt out of his bag. He quickly pulled his blood stained shirt off his body in order to change shirts, but he stopped dead as he heard a gasp escape the lips of the little Hobbit infront of him.
"Oh my god Legolas, what happened?" He cried out in concern.
"Nothing, just an accident thats all," he answered. That was the second friend he'd had to lie to - how long would he continue lying? He hastily pulled the fresh shirt over his head, and arranged it so that the scars could not be seen.
Pippin came over and sat next to Frodo and Legolas. He seemed to be acting alot more sensible and mature than usual - no jokes or laughter.
"Hey Legolas," he said, before lowering his voice, "if you ever need to talk, you know we're here for you," his voice seemed as if it were dripping with pity and sympathy. The very things he wanted to avoid.
Legolas got to his feet, and threw his hands in the air, calling everyone to his attention. Aragorn walked into the glade just in time to see him do this.
"I am fine!" Legolas shouted at them all, "I do not need your concern, your pity, your sympathy, your help. I need to be left alone!" he cried, spitting over the words concern, pity, sympathy and help. He had truly had enough of this. His tone turned gentle as he sat himself down, and buried his face in his hands, "I want to be left alone," he sighed quietly, no more than a whisper, but a line that was heard by all.
The rest of the group shared worried glances, before nodding and signaling an unspoken agreement. They would help the Elf.
Suddenly, the heavens opened, and rain began to pour down. Legolas groaned.
"Fantastic!" he cried out, smacking his hands on his knees, "I forgot my cloak!" he sighed again, and placed his hands over his face. He suddenly sensed someone infront of him. He looked up.
Aragorn stood there in the rain, holding out a cloak in his hands to the Elf. Legolas gave him a puzzled look.
"Take it Legolas, for I do not need two cloaks," Legolas hesitated, "Take it my friend, I do not want anything for it."
Legolas froze hearing those words, for they brought back memories. Bad memories. Horrific memories that haunted him in his dreams, and whenever he let his mind wander. Really really bad memories. His eyes went wide and filled with fright as he snatched his hand away from Aragorn's spare cloak. He curled up in a fetal position, and began to cry.
"I dont want to remember, cant remember, dont want to remember, please stop, please stop, please stop, dont touch me, please stop," Legolas cried out between sobs.
His friends gathered around the frightened Elf, wondering what had triggered this result. Then, Aragorn's eyes widened as he heard Legolas say one distinct phrase out of the mumbled mess.
"Nothing in life is free."
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TBC... Sorry it was so short. R&R.
