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Her body was still as a newly fallen ghost, save for the small beating of breaths coming staggered from inside of her stricken chest. Legolas held Linwe in his arms.
Aragorn felt his heart clench, beating with his hope that this girl would move, breath again, live. Not only did Legolas need Linwe to live, Aragorn did, too. He needed love to win, to know that the goodness in all of their beings would not falter in the face of wickedness and evil. His own heart needed to know that the day would come when he could go to Arwen, without cares and fateful duties, and claim her as his own. Aragorn clenched his jaw as the Fellowship stood, watching, for many minutes. Linwe lacked reaction as her body slowly melted into Legolas, leaving life behind.
"Gandalf, please," Frodo began, knowing that his wish could not be fulfilled. Gandalf's eyes were glazed, and even Frodo was surprised at the wizard's amount of distress. Finally, Gandalf spoke.
"Legolas," Gandalf softly spoke. "She is gone." As he said these words, Legolas sunk lower to the ground. The Fellowship saw his chest heave and fall, but they could not hear a sound.
"No, my love," Legolas whispered in Elvish. Gandalf hung his head. Aragorn breathed deeply, trying hard to remain stalwart.
"She has passed," he began. Boromir was standing slightly away from the Fellowship, his face mixed with emotion.
He whispered, "It should have been me."
At this remark, Legolas's head spun around. He still held Linwe's body close and gentle in his strong elven arms but in his eyes grew something closer to fury. "It SHOULD have been you!" He called out. "It should not have been her! It should not have been her!" Legolas's hatred for Boromir began to break down, as his eyes, blood-struck and hollow, turned back to his love, Linwe. "Linwe," he said again, caressing her face as he supported her neck and held her close. He never told her his feelings for her. His chance had passed, sailed on to the lands beyond time with this fair red haired elf maiden. He had never before been so struck with the need to protect, love and enjoy the life of another as he had been with Linwe.
Legolas slowly laid his elf maiden on the soft ground, among the slain orks. He rose, slightly staggering, yet trying to maintain his elven grace. A deep breath gave way to Legolas's formerly stoic gaze, and he backed away from Linwe. Gandalf and Aragorn approached her. They would give her a burial fit for the lady who held Legolas's heart and saved the life of one of their own.
Her body was still as a newly fallen ghost, save for the small beating of breaths coming staggered from inside of her stricken chest. Legolas held Linwe in his arms.
Aragorn felt his heart clench, beating with his hope that this girl would move, breath again, live. Not only did Legolas need Linwe to live, Aragorn did, too. He needed love to win, to know that the goodness in all of their beings would not falter in the face of wickedness and evil. His own heart needed to know that the day would come when he could go to Arwen, without cares and fateful duties, and claim her as his own. Aragorn clenched his jaw as the Fellowship stood, watching, for many minutes. Linwe lacked reaction as her body slowly melted into Legolas, leaving life behind.
"Gandalf, please," Frodo began, knowing that his wish could not be fulfilled. Gandalf's eyes were glazed, and even Frodo was surprised at the wizard's amount of distress. Finally, Gandalf spoke.
"Legolas," Gandalf softly spoke. "She is gone." As he said these words, Legolas sunk lower to the ground. The Fellowship saw his chest heave and fall, but they could not hear a sound.
"No, my love," Legolas whispered in Elvish. Gandalf hung his head. Aragorn breathed deeply, trying hard to remain stalwart.
"She has passed," he began. Boromir was standing slightly away from the Fellowship, his face mixed with emotion.
He whispered, "It should have been me."
At this remark, Legolas's head spun around. He still held Linwe's body close and gentle in his strong elven arms but in his eyes grew something closer to fury. "It SHOULD have been you!" He called out. "It should not have been her! It should not have been her!" Legolas's hatred for Boromir began to break down, as his eyes, blood-struck and hollow, turned back to his love, Linwe. "Linwe," he said again, caressing her face as he supported her neck and held her close. He never told her his feelings for her. His chance had passed, sailed on to the lands beyond time with this fair red haired elf maiden. He had never before been so struck with the need to protect, love and enjoy the life of another as he had been with Linwe.
Legolas slowly laid his elf maiden on the soft ground, among the slain orks. He rose, slightly staggering, yet trying to maintain his elven grace. A deep breath gave way to Legolas's formerly stoic gaze, and he backed away from Linwe. Gandalf and Aragorn approached her. They would give her a burial fit for the lady who held Legolas's heart and saved the life of one of their own.