Thank you everyone who reviewed the last chapter! It made me really want to expand on the storyline more. I think this is the last chapter, and it won't be happy! No happy-ending. * evil grin * Once again, thoughts are in / and \
Disclaimer: If the real Tolkein ever read this, he would scream. But all the characters belong to him. I'm too un-creative to think up my own characters without the fic seeming "cliché." It's a major pet peeve of mine… Actually if you're wondering, Legolas still resides at my house. He's taken a liking to my pool now.
Part II
"I can't help him anymore Gandalf, he's slipping into depression again. I've tried everything. The scars and gashes thicken with each passing day. I don't know what to do now." Frodo exclaimed in anguish. Tears stained his cheeks, carving tiny rivers of sorrow down his face. Gandalf looked at him thoughtfully. "I don't know what we can do for him. If this grief will not stray from its purpose, he will die." He replied grimly. Frodo wanted to scream. /Leoglas, my beloved Prince. Why won't you let me save you?\ He thought to himself as he walked away from Gandalf. The rest of the Fellowship were absently talking to one another, their moods dismal and affected by their elven friend's grief.
Legolas, meanwhile, sat upon a single granite boulder on the fringe of the clearing where the group was camping. His clothing was torn and ragged, the emerald glee that once sparkled in his eyes was now reduced to a dull gray green. His face was paler than ever, like a ghastly white and gray. Frodo strode dejectedly over to him, lowering to his side. He gently snaked an arm around the depressed elf's waist. Legolas' features softened as he lowered his head to Frodo's shoulder. "I'm sorry Frodo…I really am. I just wish that I hadn't brought you into this." Frodo put a hand to his lips, silencing him. "Shh…I don't care Legolas. I love you. More than anything you'll ever know." Legolas gently closed his eyes, drifting into a troubled sleep in Frodo's embrace.
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Later that night, it was Legolas' watch. Frodo sat in his bedrolls, his eyes watching his beloved cut himself over and over. He silently began to cry, Legolas' depression weighing on him. He jumped up and ran over to Legolas, tearing the blade from his hand. "Why must you do this to me Legolas?!?" He exclaimed, sobbing. "Watching you do this to yourself when I'm trying as hard as I can hurts me! I just want to help you…" He collapsed at Legolas feet, his sobbing muffled by the soft earth. Legolas nimbly jumped down, wrapping his long arms around the hobbit's waist. "Frodo…I-I-I just…I can't help it." He stuttered, tears sliding down his cheeks. "Well are you trying to do yourself over?" Frodo snarled, lifting the elf's thin arm covered in bleeding cuts. "Look at yourself. What do you see?" Legolas' empty green eyes fall upon his mutilated arm. A pool of water down at the foot of the boulder showed a reflection of a pale faced, ashen gray elf. Faded. Legolas looked at Frodo again, disbelief flooding onto his features. His dissolved into sobs on Frodo's chest, Frodo's thin fingers stroking his hair. "Frodo…I see now. I-I've been treating you so horribly. I love you so much…" Frodo cupped the elf's chin, lifting his eyes to meet his crystal clear blue ones. Frodo kissed every single tear from his lover's face, pulling a piece of cloth from his clothing to wipe the blood from his arms. Legolas pushed his hands away, pulling Frodo into yet another passionate kiss, their tongues wrestling in the midsummer's eve.
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In the next few weeks Legolas considerably improved. The color returned to his cheeks, the emerald happiness emerging into his eyes again. But everyday, in a small corner of his mind, his depression brooded. It spread once more. But this time in secret. No one knew it was happening. Even Frodo was oblivious to that fact that soon a terrible sadness would engulf the Fellowship, tearing it apart.
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One night the weather was freezing, sending the Fellowship deep into their bedcovers. Legolas was on watch, Frodo able to sleep peacefully now. /He doesn't suspect a thing.\ He thought to himself, walking over to Frodo and stroking his cheek. Legolas pressed his lips to the Hobbit's forehead, linking his fingers with Frodo's. He walked off to the middle of the clearing, producing his pocketknife once more. It was stained with his own blood from his previous cutting sessions. With a fateful swipe to each wrist, Legolas fell to the ground. His breathing became ragged and difficult, blackness closing in. Until he couldn't see anymore. Legolas was dead.
The depression they thought they had cured defeated them once and for all. Suicide is what tore the Fellowship. It destroyed it
~Fin~
It's totally complete now. See I told you it wasn't gonna end happy! ^_~ R&R & I'll luff yew forever!
