Truth: Chapter Seven
***a note from Shado: Sorry it took so long, but I did warn you all beforehand. I'm not sure I like this scene; it has been rewritten so many times and I just can't get the "flavor" I wanted from it. I think its because the original scene was written so long ago that I've lost the connection to it. Plus, it takes place in the BATHROOM of all places lol... just doesn't quit pack the wallop. OH well, this might be the worst one I post, but I promise it gets better. All the usual disclaimer's apply; no offense intended to anyone. ***
She stared into his eyes, unafraid, willing to give her life to see him freed if that's what it would take. She could see the madness, a red haze that tainted the sapphire depths. Yet she felt no fear. Some part of her marveled at that; she who was afraid to step out of her flat; unafraid of imminent death. Time seemed to crawl at the speed of light; both slow and fast. A dichotomy that passed through her consciousness and was gone just as swiftly.
The warmth of his skin under her fingers crept into her awareness as did the ragged sound of each breath he took. She felt the fine tremors of his hand, could see the muscle along his jaw twitch. The coolness of the blade against her throat receded as she waited. The Prince remained perfectly still; her life in his hands. The banging of the bathroom door sent him reeling back from her.
"Breeze? Honey you ok?" Sean said entering. "We were… what in the hell?" He stopped at the sight of the elf.
"Sean," she took a deep breath. "Sean, I'm fine."
"Breeze…" Sean said slowly, cautiously. His eyes were on Legolas.
"Sean, I want you to meet someone," she said gently. "Sean Astin this is Legolas, the Prince of Greenwood."
"Yeah right," Sean scoffed. "Whoever did his makeup is very good. Who was it? Pippa?" he looked between them. "And how did he get in here?"
Breeze almost laughed. Legolas sheathed the blade but made no further moves. "Sean, I'm serious." Sean grinned at her clearly not believing her. She sighed and shook her head. She could see a small smirk on Legolas's lips as he quirked a brow at her. She was relieved to see that he'd managed to quell the madness for the time being, but she knew it still lurked. Before she could say anything else, the door opened once more, this time admitting Elijah, Viggo and Orly.
"She ok, Sean?" Elijah was asking as he came in. He stopped dead in his tracks, causing Orly to collide with him. "What's going on?" he asked confused.
"Breeze here got cornered by a fan," Sean said pointing to Legolas.
"Boys," Breeze said with an eye roll. "Do the words Ladies' Room mean anything to you at all?"
"That's no fan," Viggo said softly, reaching for his pocket. "Is he?' he asked Breeze as he pulled out his cell phone. He was staring at Legolas.
"Not exactly," Breeze muttered.
"She says he's the Prince of Mirkwood." Sean said by way of explanation. Elijah giggled slightly. Orly huffed and spread his hands wide.
"Well we know that isn't true," he announced. "I am the Prince of MIrkwood." He advanced on Legolas. "You, sir, are an imposter."
Viggo grabbed Orly by the arm, preventing him from getting too close; his eyes on Legolas. He knows, Breeze thought to herself. "I would suggest you stay right here, Orlando." The use of his proper name halted Orly in his tracks.
"Vig?" he asked slightly befuddled. It was obvious that he'd been into the champagne. "He's harmless."
"I wouldn't say that," Christopher's voice came from the doorway. He entered, crossing to Breeze. "Are you all right?" he asked her softly. "He didn't harm you?"
"I'm fine." She insisted. Christopher pursed his lips, not quite believing her. He turned to face Legolas, dark eyes on the elf.
"I greet you, Prince Legolas, I am Christopher Lee," he said cautiously. The "boys" shifted uneasily at his tone and words. "John told me much about you."
"Breezey, honey, what's going on?" Elijah asked softly. His voice cracked slightly.
"Lijah," Breeze answered. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
Christopher continued, ignoring them for the moment. "Breeze and I were hoping that you would come." Legolas tilted his head slightly, frowning; eyes fixed on Christopher. He seemed to be listening to something that no one could hear.
"I-I" he whispered. "I know you! SARUMAN!" The shout echoed in the room and before anyone could react, he had Christopher pressed against the wall; blade drawn. Breeze moved before the boys could. She grabbed the arm holding the blade with both hands, tugging on it with all her strength. Legolas's eyes blazed in pure hatred as he stared into Christopher's.
"No!" she said sharply. "No, Legolas. He's not Saruman. I swear by the blood of Elessar, my ancestor that he is NOT your enemy. Listen to me, my Prince! Saruman the White died centuries ago, locked in his tower. Remember? He's dead. This is not him." She kept talking trying to break through the confusion and madness once more. She was barely aware of the boys moving. Christopher, wisely kept still and silent; though his face was white with fear. "Please, Legolas, please, listen to me. Saruman is dead."
Slowly the tension left his arm and she was able to pull him away from Christopher. Legolas dropped his head, breathing heavily. Carefully, she pulled him away, to the other side of the room. He followed, still breathing heavily. She kept herself between him and the stunned and now fearful group.
"Viggo, I think it's best if you all leave," she said to them, still focused on the now trembling elf.
"Breeze…" he started to protest.
"Please?" she said. "I'll be fine. But I think you all should go back out there." Legolas pulled away from her, gathering himself. He turned to Christopher.
"Forgive me," he said. "I was overcome by memory." He hid the knife once more. "It will not happen again." He bowed his head. "I am… not myself." Christopher nodded his acceptance of the apology but remained where he was.
"Are you," Elijah spoke. "Really him?" His face was pale, his eye wide. "Seriously? Are you really the Prince of Mirkwood?"
"Yes, Elijah," Viggo answered for Legolas. "He is." He gestured between Legolas and the group. "Just open your eyes, my friend and tell me what you see." Legolas flinched slightly at their regard, his composure still not totally intact.
"Holy shit." The awe in Orly's voice said it all.
