Hey people… thank you for reviewing! It helps me get these chapters out faster… ::hehe::… anyhoo thank you to PepperVL for informing me about the beta reader… you are so kind and generous! Lol… I'm glad you guys are enjoying my little suicidal Legolas… and to Angaaldaien, yes Aragorn does know of Legolas' past and whatnot, but he didn't see the knife. Sorry for not being too clear on that, but thanks for mentioning it!!! :-D Please continue to R&R…

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Fallen Tears

Chapter 3

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"Legolas, I love you… why are you doing this to me?" Aliana's voice rang through his head, all he could see was black, he was staring into the darkness with only the sound of her voice in his ears.

"Because you betrayed me… you stepped out of our circle of love! You chose to take another lover without my consent, you chose my best friend!" Legolas could hear his voice screaming, but his lips remained immobile, as if his thoughts were speaking for him. He knew this was a dream, for he had it before… it was a reoccurring dream that plagued his mind and has been doing so for the past 486 years.

"But you killed me! You stole away my immortal life, you stole my life and the life of your best friend, Orlias!!" He could hear her voice screech in his ears, the sound was unpleasant to hear and he would have shielded his ears had he hands to move.

"Stop it! Stop it at once! I need to hear this not!!" Legolas screamed once more, his mind was spinning and he could feel his stomach start churning as a bloodcurdling scream of a woman rang through the air. The sound was so horrible, so grotesque that Legolas screamed right along with it with pure horror dripping off his voice. The scream soon became gargled as her voice were choking on something, then suddenly changed to moans of pleasure just as quickly as it had came.

The moan was escaping from Aliana's lips as Legolas lay atop her, pounding his erection deep within her. It was quickly recognized as the first time Legolas bed Aliana, it happened only a short period of 8 months after they met, which was considered close to milliseconds in the lives of elves.

Legolas could see the scene happening, it was if he were standing there in the room watching himself and Aliana make love together. He walked over to the other side of the room and gazed from a sidelong view at Aliana, how happy she looked with her hair clinging to her sweat filled forehead, how she smiled through her moans of pleasure. The scene almost made Legolas smile to himself as he remembered the exact happenings of that night…

But then a look of horror flashed across Legolas' face as he watched the elf on top of Aliana change from his form, to the form of his best friend. And he was there again, watching as Orlias lay on top of his woman, both of their eyes fixed on Legolas as if mocking him… showing him what they were doing behind his back! The laughter rose out of Aliana's mouth, she was laughing at him! Laughing at how pathetic he was for not finding out about their relationship long ago, for not figuring everything out the day after it all started. Laughing at his weakness…

Legolas gasped and took a step backwards as the white sheets turned blood red and the bodies of the two lovers were stained red with blood also.

"You did this to us you bastard!" Orlias said through clenched teeth, as he glared at Legolas. "You will receive payback, in this life or the next!"

"No…" Legolas sobbed, he fell back against the wall in a fetal position and buried his face in his hands, he shook his head in disbelief, "this can't be happening… this can't be happening!"

"Oh… but it is definitely happening… and it's happening to you my prince." Said a cold voice from above Legolas' head. He slowly looked up as a knife was brought down into his heart.

"NO!" He screamed.

"Legolas! You did this to me! Legolas! Legolas! Legolas!" Her voice screamed at him.

 The world around Legolas grew dark as he began screaming out his apologies. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

"Legolas! Legolas! Legolas!"

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"Legolas?! Legolas?!" Aragorn cried as the elf continued screaming in his sleep.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! I'm sorry!" Legolas yelled in his sleep. His forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat, his eyes wide open and filled with terror. Aragorn had to wake him up, the screams were getting too loud and he didn't want to wake the rest of the fellowship.

"Legolas! Wake please!!" Aragorn cried desperately. But the elf continued screaming, he was thrashing around wildly, his head constantly banging on the tree trunk behind him. Aragorn was afraid that he was going to severely hurt himself if he kept this up, but even violently shaking Legolas wasn't waking the elf up.

"I'M SORRY!" Legolas screamed one final time, Aragorn fell back on the ground in horror when Legolas' body instantly froze in place. Aragorn gasped when Legolas' body didn't even relax to fit to the ground, but it remained frozen in its previous position. His back was arched, mouth open wide in a silent scream with pain showing all over his face, his fingers clawed up in the air, as if reaching for something.

Aragorn stood up quickly in fear as he looked at the elf, he backed away. His hands reflexively flew to his mouth to cover his sob as he looked at the picture of horror in front of him.  Never before in his life had he seen anything like this, never in any elf or human. "Legolas…?" He asked pathetically, thinking that his small word would cut through the barrier that was holding Legolas back from reentering reality. A tear fell from his face as he continued staring at the elf, frozen in time. His eyes darted over to his canteen, he ran over to it and grabbed it, he clumsily tried unscrewing the top but his fumbling fingers didn't seem to work properly. He stopped suddenly when the elf began to speak.

"Kill me," he whispered silently, even Aragorn having to struggle to hear him. "Just kill me, please… please." His silent pleas getting louder, before erupting in a loud scream, "Let me die!!!"  Legolas screamed, then slumped back down against the tree in his regular sleeping form. Aragorn stood in shock grasping the canteen in his hands so tightly that his knuckles slowly turned white, so he did the only thing he could think of at the time. He threw the water onto Legolas' face, waking the elf up.

"What the…?!" Legolas yelped as the cold water flushed onto his face, he blinked his eyes trying to get the water free from his vision. He rubbed his face and brought his sleeve up to his face to wipe the water off him. Before turning to look up at Aragorn, who was standing silently above him. He knew why Aragorn had awaken him, "Was I too loud this time?" He asked pathetically.

"Extremely." Aragorn said, he stood with his hands on his hips still holding onto the canteen glaring down at the elf. "Legolas this had to stop, tell me what the matter is right now before I force the truth out of me."

"The truth is that I'm tired and I want to be left alone to sleep." The elf said before leaning back against the tree again and turning his head away from Aragorn.

Aragorn stood in disgust as he looked at Legolas, "Will you quit lying to me you demented elf?!"

Legolas sat up in shock when the words 'demented elf' escaped the rangers lips, "How dare you?!" He growled, enraged at the blunt statement from the ranger. "Have you no respect?!"

Aragorn snorted in spite of himself, "How can I show respect to an elf who doesn't even show any respect for himself… especially for his life when he wants to die!"

Legolas stood quickly and glared at Aragorn, eye to eye. "Who said that I want to end my life?" Legolas lied.

"You did."

"No… I didn't." Legolas said, he brought his face an inch away from the rangers face and continued glaring. "If you proceed to try and barge into my business, my company in the fellowship shall be no more."

"Do it then, for I will not give up." Aragorn taunted the elf. He knew Legolas better then the back of his hand and he knew that the elf would never leave the fellowship just because of him. "By the way, your watch starts in about half an hour so I suggest that you don't fall back asleep." He smiled contently to himself before walking back to his makeshift "post".

Legolas sighed and walked over to the fire, his back to Aragorn. He sat down close to the fire, his eyes fixed on the center of the warmth, his thoughts disturbing him. 'Just tell him dammit! You're going to die if you keep this up! Maybe that's what you want…'

Legolas knew his thoughts were correct, his longing for death would overcome his love of life one day, and he knew he would perish. But the thought that scared him most of all is that he also knew that his death would be by his own hands. A sudden pang in his heart pulled him from his thoughts. He moaned in pain as his eyes squeezed shut, his clenched his teeth together to avoid screaming out from the pain in his heart, he knew it was grief, and he knew it was slowly going to consume him to the point of his death. The pain subsided as fast as it had come, leaving Legolas in shock. He having never feeling the pain of grief, realized after it was over that the pain had comforted him in a way.

The thoughts of pain bringing him happiness brought him back to the memory of his knife, the knife from 200 years ago that had left him lying in his bed with blood covering his entire mattress as it poured from his wrists. He remembered hearing his father crying above him as the doctor insisted that Legolas would die within the night. Legolas had been so happy with the thought that he would die that his wounds began to heal themselves before the lack of blood in Legolas' body could have any effect on him. And before he realized it, he was healing, much to his refusal…

A tear fell from Legolas' eye as he stared at the fire, wishing his life was like a fire. A fire was alive and deadly just like himself, before it was either consumed by water or sand, so simple to put out the light of a fire. Legolas wishing that it had been that easy for himself to die, in all his numerous attempts at bringing himself to death he had sadly never been close to successful. But he knew that one day, he would.

He reached out to the fire, his heart controlling his body, not his mind. His curiosity of what the fire felt like took advantage of his will as he placed his hand in the dancing flames, he sucked in sharply as the pain hit him suddenly, before turning into pleasure. The pleasure of his mental pain willowing away. He reached his hand farther into the fire, not even caring about the severe burns forming on his hands. He was completely oblivious to them as he smiled when the fire continued to consume his skin.

Aragorn had been lost deep in thought about what he was going to do with Legolas when he noticed the elf with his hand in the fire. The second he saw it his mind didn't pick up the danger in it and he continued on with his thoughts. But then the realization hit him, and he screaming the elf's name he pushed him out of the fire, staring in horror at the toll the fire had taken on the elfs hand.

"By the Valar! Legolas what have you done to yourself?!" He cried as he tenderly began tending to the open sores on the elfs hand.

"Relieving myself…" Legolas whispered. Before passing out from the pain in his heart once more.

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Sorry if you all didn't like the chapter… I know it wasn't that great, considering I wrote in it in a span of 20 minutes haha… but please R&R telling me what I did right and what I did wrong… thanks!