Authoress Note: Please note that I have made a companion to this story. It's called 'In the Garden of Lórien' and is the story of her life in Valinor and her parents love for her. It is a true love story and I hope it really adds more light to her parents. So…yeah, I'm sort of bouncing back and forth between the two. Without any further adu, I present you (keep in mind that I take my titles form songs) Chapter Seven.
Chapter Seven- Teeth
For such a caring, yearning core, there was an overcast of great sorrow. She was even sadder than she had been at Helm's Deep. He sat next to her, laying a friendly hand on her shoulder, which startled the Eru out of her. She wiped her puffy eyes and wiped her head around, not daring to look him in the eye.
He sighed and looked to the sky.
"You do not have to be so stubborn…nor do you have to shoulder this great anguish alone," he said to her, perceiving that she had not meant to be seen crying.
She shook her head.
"That is my curse. That fool, Éowyn, wishes to follow in my footsteps, but that road has done naught but sow the fruit of misery. This was my fate for following my father to war and I see now that this wretched blood is cursed! Everyone who has meant anything to me is dead and gone. If that is the 'warrior's renown' that she seeks, then she is a moron! I have pushed everyone away from me!"
Legolas nodded and held and held her close.
"You were quite rude, I will say. And I have not forgotten. And I will pay you back in due time. However, I have accepted that as your way. And the fact that I did not forget should not suggest that I have any ill will towards you. You have a much kinder side to you and that is the personality that I see before me. What is it, besides the death of your fellow march warden, which makes you so dreadfully unhappy? "
She gritted her teeth and clutched his tunic, allowing the plentiful sobs to fall from her at once.
"This shall not-reach anyone else! Do you hear, Thranduillion?" she said with determination, despite her sobs.
Smiling, he nodded.
"Oh, Legolas," she sighed. "You are young. And you have not seen half as many wars as I. But each plucks at the seams of my heart. Haldir was all I had remaining of my close kin. And there is a void…I cannot replace it with anything, no matter how much fervor I go forth with in this life. It is still not enough. I have failed my beloved Gladhor and Haldir, both. All of my kin now reside in Valinor, leaving me with this burden. Is this how I must survive?"
He understood.
And it made sense.
She spoke of a man named Gladhor and of Haldir. Both of whom were slain by the orc of Mordor and Isengard. How awful for an elf to survive on the hope of hatred. She was literally hanging by a thread of vengeance. Legolas rubbed her rusty wreath of hair.
"You are correct. I am young and cannot hope to understand the plight of the Noldor. But I do understand your pain. Do not keep this within. It will destroy you. Hate will blind you."
She pushed herself away from the prince.
"You sound like Haldir," she spat. "And of the men in my command who implored me not to go to Helm's Deep. But what shall I do? Shall I relinquish all hatred and let those vile beasts walk free? I appreciate your concern, Thranduillion, but I will have none of your council when it comes to that. Before I sail away, I shall see this mission to its end," she said, pushing herself away.
She clutched her necklace so tight that her knuckles went white.
"Is that a token of his love for you?" he asked, wishing that he had not said the words before which had distanced her as quickly as she had drawn near,
She nodded, telling him of Gladhor's death and his profession of love for her earlier that week, asking for her hand in marriage.
Grief consuming her, she took off into the Halls of Edoras, leaving a confused ellon in her wake.
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Legolas did not leave the area, watching the skies eagerly, as Aragorn came up behind him. They stood side by side, casting each other a glance of acknowledgment.
"A shadow stirs in the east. A sleepless malice. The eye of the enemy is moving."
Aragorn turned to his friend.
"I saw Barawen earlier this eve. She was quite upset. Did she say anything to you yet about Haldir?" he asked.
Legolas put his hand to his lips, pretending to lock them and throw away the proverbial key. Aragorn smiled at his friend's antics.
"Fine. Keep your secrets. I only hope that you were not the source of any of her grief."
Legolas smiled back, answering just as playfully.
"Of course not. I was a perfect gentleman. I shall leave the matter at a simple expression of emotions, stirring long before the battle at Helm's Deep. She will heal in time. Do not dig for more information that she is willing to give. She will just close up."
Aragorn raised a brow.
"You say so from personal experience?"
Again, the woodland prince's lips were so sealed. A brief moment of silliness passed as the elf's body became taut.
"He is here."
Authoress Note: Okay, okay. Listen up, I need you guy's help. I do not have a fucking clue how to go from here. Everything I write seems like shit on paper. So I need suggestions. Does she go to Gondor with Gandalf or does she stay with Legolas, Aragorn and Gimli? Also, what happens with the palantír? I don't know. I'm very confused. And until the writer's block is gone, I will be writing fodder chapters. Seriously.
