Chapter four
Note: Legolas torture, everything that is written this way are Legolas' dreams, everything written this way is Atariël's diary
Disclaimer: nothing of Lord of the Rings is mine. Atariël is character I've made up.
Lord Elrond found Elladan and Elrohir in the library. They were searching for a solution to Legolas' dreams. "When did you arrive?" Elladan asked his father. "A couple of hours ago," he answered, "I first visited the king and Atariël" "She is a healer, isn't she?" Elrohir asked. "Yes she is, we had to tell her some personal things. None of your business. But Thranduil told you were looking through some books. Did you find anything yet?" "No we didn't find anything, but we did not read all the books so far. There is still hope for us to find something," Elrohir. "That is what I wanted to talk about with you. Can you come with me?" "Off course, father," Elrohir and Elladan said in the same time.
The twins and their father got to Elrond's room. Elrond told them he did not know how to tell the king that he didn't know how to help Legolas and that he would probably die. After Atariël's mother had died he still tried to find something if it might happen again, but nothing what he had read could help him. And now it was happening. There was only one book left that could help. It had information about the darkest magic in Middle Earth, but years ago the book had been stolen. All this he told his sons. "But Legolas cannot die, he is our friend!" Elrohir whispered in shock from what he just heard. "I am sorry, I wish that there was something I could do," Elrond said. He left his sons alone. Elladan put an arm around his brother to comfort him. He wanted to say something, but didn't know anything to say that might make his brother a bit less sad.
Atariël was in her room, laying on her bed, crying. Maybe she rather did not want to know what had happened to her mother. I made he feel miserable and the feeling got even worse when she thought about Legolas. She knew that the was a big chance that Legolas might die. So far lord Elrond didn't think of anything that might help. Atariël felt lonely. When she was a child she had felt lonely for many times. Her father died before her mother did, in a war. That were forgotten memories by now. Not even her diary told the secrets of that war, she was so small that she could not write then. Her aunt had raised her. She had two nieces and one nephew. But it seemed that her family had always been in trouble, because one of her nieces had also died. She had been walking in the woods and got lost. She had been attacked by a spider, someone had tried to save her niece, but she faded from the injuries she had suffered. That had been some really bad times. After all that she had moved to the palace and became a healer. Then everything had been really good. And now bad times had arrived again.
She had wrote in her diary to get the bad feeling out of her, but it did not really work.
My life changed a lot, in a bad way. Now I know how my mother died I am even more afraid that Legolas will die. I've cried a lot these days. I had to think about my father and niece. Maybe I'll visit my aunt. I need some one to talk to about all this. Now I'm thinking about my childhood. I still wonder how I could write pages in my diary. Now it is just a half page. Sometimes I don't even make that. I never know what to write. Ooh wait I nearly forgot, Legolas his fingers are broken. Those stupid dreams!!
Love Atariël.
Lord Elrond was planing to visit king Thranduil. He had to tell that there was a big change that Legolas might die. He knocked on the door of Thranduil's study. "Come in," he heard a voice say. Elrond slowly opens the door. "What brings you here, lord Elrond?" "Can I have a word with you, please." "Yes, come lets go outside and take a walk while we talk." The two elven lords walked to the garden of the palace. It had rained a lot, but today it finally stopped. You could hear a couple of birds happily singing.
"So tell me what you wanted to say, my fiend." Elrond stopped walking and thought for a moment. "It's about your son. I'm afraid that there is a big chance he will die... I'm sorry." Lord Thranduil didn't know what to say. In his mind he had known this, but now someone said it all seemed to become real. He swallowed and said: "I was afraid you was going to say that. Is there really nothing you can do?" Elrond sighed and answered: "I wish there was anything, but I think that this has to do with," Elrond began to whisper so only the king could hear him, "the dark magic. Do you remember the book that had been stolen? I think it has fallen in the wrong hands." "You think the solution is in that book?" Thranduil asked surprised. "Yes."
The torture got worse every day. Legolas asked himself how long he had been here. A day, a week, a month, or even longer, he did not know. In fact he was there for two weeks now. The elves hardly spoke to him and if they did it was in a mean way. With a loud bang the door opened. One of the elves yelled: "You irritating elf, you know why you are here?" Legolas didn't dare to answer. "We do! To end your life, just like we did with Atariël's mother. You know her, don't you?" Legolas still didn't say anything, but his eyes betrayed him. They showed his fear. Finally he managed to speak. "Why are you doing this? Hurting elves." The two elves looked at each other and they said: "because we want to rule the realm of Mirkwood. First we torture you and then kill you. Your father will then be easy to catch, totally lost in grief." "But you are not real, this is a dream." "Then what do you call this!?" the elf cut in Legolas' chest and blood run over the floor. Legolas moaned in agony. "Through these dreams we can torture you, but we also exist in real life just like you do. We can die just like you, but we talked enough time for some fun!"
The elves pulled Legolas to his feet and threw him against the wall. He felt his back aching. He slid via the wall at the ground. He didn't want to cry and be strong, but he couldn't stop them. Tears tumbled over his cheeks. They pushed him and he fell to the ground. He heard something snap, he felt a twinge of pain through his left leg. "You broke your leg, now he can't walk anymore," one of the elves said to the other one in a humble way. The elves left him alone again. Legolas looked to his leg. Nothing seemed wrong, but the pain told him something was. Whole his body felt broken. Not that it was, although his fingers and leg were. Whole his body was covered in dirt, he didn't feel like an elf anymore, elves used to be fair. And he was not, he began losing hope. Why should his friends rescue him, he was tired of life, he wanted that this would all stop. Right here at this moment, but then something his father had once told came in his mind. He had been a little elfling at the time, but his father he said: never loose hope, if anything might happen and everything seems lost, I will always try to help you. Where ever you are, you will always be my little elfling. With that thought Legolas lay down and closed his eyes.
Elrohir knocked at a door. "Come in," he heard a female voice say. He entered the room. A she-elf looked up. "Are you all right?" Elrohir said when he saw, the girl had cried. "Yes, I'm." The elf was Atariël. "What brings you here?" she asked. "I don't know, I guess I wanted to see how you were doing. My father told what happened to your mother. I felt sorry for you." Atariël smiled. "That's nice. You can sit if you wish," she said to Elrohir who was still standing in the door way. He closed the door and came sitting next to Atariël. "Did Elrond tell about Legolas that he might die." Elrohir nodded. "There is still hope if we find a book, but it was stolen a long time ago. My father think it contains some important information that could help us saving Legolas. They sat there for some time together. Both telling what kept spinning through their minds and looking for comfort by each other.
Please let me know if you like it, so please review.
Thanks to Greenleaf's Daughter and Karry for reviewing chapter three.
I'll try to update a new chapter every week now the holidays have started, but I'm not sure I will succeed in that.
Note: Legolas torture, everything that is written this way are Legolas' dreams, everything written this way is Atariël's diary
Disclaimer: nothing of Lord of the Rings is mine. Atariël is character I've made up.
Lord Elrond found Elladan and Elrohir in the library. They were searching for a solution to Legolas' dreams. "When did you arrive?" Elladan asked his father. "A couple of hours ago," he answered, "I first visited the king and Atariël" "She is a healer, isn't she?" Elrohir asked. "Yes she is, we had to tell her some personal things. None of your business. But Thranduil told you were looking through some books. Did you find anything yet?" "No we didn't find anything, but we did not read all the books so far. There is still hope for us to find something," Elrohir. "That is what I wanted to talk about with you. Can you come with me?" "Off course, father," Elrohir and Elladan said in the same time.
The twins and their father got to Elrond's room. Elrond told them he did not know how to tell the king that he didn't know how to help Legolas and that he would probably die. After Atariël's mother had died he still tried to find something if it might happen again, but nothing what he had read could help him. And now it was happening. There was only one book left that could help. It had information about the darkest magic in Middle Earth, but years ago the book had been stolen. All this he told his sons. "But Legolas cannot die, he is our friend!" Elrohir whispered in shock from what he just heard. "I am sorry, I wish that there was something I could do," Elrond said. He left his sons alone. Elladan put an arm around his brother to comfort him. He wanted to say something, but didn't know anything to say that might make his brother a bit less sad.
Atariël was in her room, laying on her bed, crying. Maybe she rather did not want to know what had happened to her mother. I made he feel miserable and the feeling got even worse when she thought about Legolas. She knew that the was a big chance that Legolas might die. So far lord Elrond didn't think of anything that might help. Atariël felt lonely. When she was a child she had felt lonely for many times. Her father died before her mother did, in a war. That were forgotten memories by now. Not even her diary told the secrets of that war, she was so small that she could not write then. Her aunt had raised her. She had two nieces and one nephew. But it seemed that her family had always been in trouble, because one of her nieces had also died. She had been walking in the woods and got lost. She had been attacked by a spider, someone had tried to save her niece, but she faded from the injuries she had suffered. That had been some really bad times. After all that she had moved to the palace and became a healer. Then everything had been really good. And now bad times had arrived again.
She had wrote in her diary to get the bad feeling out of her, but it did not really work.
My life changed a lot, in a bad way. Now I know how my mother died I am even more afraid that Legolas will die. I've cried a lot these days. I had to think about my father and niece. Maybe I'll visit my aunt. I need some one to talk to about all this. Now I'm thinking about my childhood. I still wonder how I could write pages in my diary. Now it is just a half page. Sometimes I don't even make that. I never know what to write. Ooh wait I nearly forgot, Legolas his fingers are broken. Those stupid dreams!!
Love Atariël.
Lord Elrond was planing to visit king Thranduil. He had to tell that there was a big change that Legolas might die. He knocked on the door of Thranduil's study. "Come in," he heard a voice say. Elrond slowly opens the door. "What brings you here, lord Elrond?" "Can I have a word with you, please." "Yes, come lets go outside and take a walk while we talk." The two elven lords walked to the garden of the palace. It had rained a lot, but today it finally stopped. You could hear a couple of birds happily singing.
"So tell me what you wanted to say, my fiend." Elrond stopped walking and thought for a moment. "It's about your son. I'm afraid that there is a big chance he will die... I'm sorry." Lord Thranduil didn't know what to say. In his mind he had known this, but now someone said it all seemed to become real. He swallowed and said: "I was afraid you was going to say that. Is there really nothing you can do?" Elrond sighed and answered: "I wish there was anything, but I think that this has to do with," Elrond began to whisper so only the king could hear him, "the dark magic. Do you remember the book that had been stolen? I think it has fallen in the wrong hands." "You think the solution is in that book?" Thranduil asked surprised. "Yes."
The torture got worse every day. Legolas asked himself how long he had been here. A day, a week, a month, or even longer, he did not know. In fact he was there for two weeks now. The elves hardly spoke to him and if they did it was in a mean way. With a loud bang the door opened. One of the elves yelled: "You irritating elf, you know why you are here?" Legolas didn't dare to answer. "We do! To end your life, just like we did with Atariël's mother. You know her, don't you?" Legolas still didn't say anything, but his eyes betrayed him. They showed his fear. Finally he managed to speak. "Why are you doing this? Hurting elves." The two elves looked at each other and they said: "because we want to rule the realm of Mirkwood. First we torture you and then kill you. Your father will then be easy to catch, totally lost in grief." "But you are not real, this is a dream." "Then what do you call this!?" the elf cut in Legolas' chest and blood run over the floor. Legolas moaned in agony. "Through these dreams we can torture you, but we also exist in real life just like you do. We can die just like you, but we talked enough time for some fun!"
The elves pulled Legolas to his feet and threw him against the wall. He felt his back aching. He slid via the wall at the ground. He didn't want to cry and be strong, but he couldn't stop them. Tears tumbled over his cheeks. They pushed him and he fell to the ground. He heard something snap, he felt a twinge of pain through his left leg. "You broke your leg, now he can't walk anymore," one of the elves said to the other one in a humble way. The elves left him alone again. Legolas looked to his leg. Nothing seemed wrong, but the pain told him something was. Whole his body felt broken. Not that it was, although his fingers and leg were. Whole his body was covered in dirt, he didn't feel like an elf anymore, elves used to be fair. And he was not, he began losing hope. Why should his friends rescue him, he was tired of life, he wanted that this would all stop. Right here at this moment, but then something his father had once told came in his mind. He had been a little elfling at the time, but his father he said: never loose hope, if anything might happen and everything seems lost, I will always try to help you. Where ever you are, you will always be my little elfling. With that thought Legolas lay down and closed his eyes.
Elrohir knocked at a door. "Come in," he heard a female voice say. He entered the room. A she-elf looked up. "Are you all right?" Elrohir said when he saw, the girl had cried. "Yes, I'm." The elf was Atariël. "What brings you here?" she asked. "I don't know, I guess I wanted to see how you were doing. My father told what happened to your mother. I felt sorry for you." Atariël smiled. "That's nice. You can sit if you wish," she said to Elrohir who was still standing in the door way. He closed the door and came sitting next to Atariël. "Did Elrond tell about Legolas that he might die." Elrohir nodded. "There is still hope if we find a book, but it was stolen a long time ago. My father think it contains some important information that could help us saving Legolas. They sat there for some time together. Both telling what kept spinning through their minds and looking for comfort by each other.
Please let me know if you like it, so please review.
Thanks to Greenleaf's Daughter and Karry for reviewing chapter three.
I'll try to update a new chapter every week now the holidays have started, but I'm not sure I will succeed in that.