**Allrighty, I'm beginning to create a schedule. The only time this will be
updated is the weekends. Look for 1-3 chapters every weekend. If I don't
follow through, you have the right to flame me, lol. I deserve it.
Allrighty, without further adu...on with the chapter!
...ok, we have adu here. ::Grins:: did anyone see Orlando Bloom on Regis and Kelly? He was very....ok, I don't want ot sound rabid, but he's hot. Very, very hot.
Also, the flashbacks in this scene are when Legolas and Linaal are the Elven equivelant to about 17 and 18 in human years. Late teens. For them, it's around 40 or 50...maybe 60. Gotta love eternal life.
NOT THE LAST CHAPTER. I REPEAT....NOT THE LAST CHAPTER. I'm only getting started.
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Legolas' eyes slowly opened, but quickly closed again. The snow that was hitting his face stung, and it was pitch black anway. He felt tired, and sort of empty. Very thin as well. Frodo had told him of what Bilbo said, "Like a little bit of butter spread over too much bread." That was exactly how he felt. But the feeling wasn't a stranger to him. He had felt it once before. He knew what it was. It was the great and terrible shadow.
Not wanting to think, he felt over to his right to see what was there. A massive bulk of feet and hair told him that these were the hobbits. And he guessed Boromir and Aragorn where somewhere beside them. Feeling to his left, he felt Gimli's helmet and Gandalf's hat.
"Awake dear boy?" The wise, old voice of the wizard did not heed to the loud, hushing whisper and scream of the wind.
"Yes, Gandalf. I feel...very ill, I'm afraid." A thought occurred to him. "Where's Linaael?"
Gandalf sighed. His plan must take place.
"I do not know for sure, but she's somewhere in the snow I believe. But I do hope she's allright-" Before he could finish his sentence, Legolas was already gone.
Gandalf sighed. "Young love..."
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So many thoughts were racing through his head. Was she alive, dead, hurt, allright? He couldn't see much, even with his keen eyesight. He felt around for what seemed like forever, but it was only a half an hour. Finally, his hands rested on a cold lump in the snow. He felt the fabric of an Elven cloak, and knew it was her. He dug frantically, and uncovered an arm, then another, and then enough body to lift her out of the snowbank and place her on his shoulder. He ran forward, only to run straight into the mountain wall. Felling along the side, he found a crevice just big enough for both of them to enter. It was a little larger inside. He put her down as far away from the windy opening as he could, and immediately felt for a pulse. He found one, however, it was faint. He could only sit there and wait.
Studying her features more closely, he realized just how much she had changed over the years. She no longer had full, rosy cheeks, but thin and sunken ones. Her hair used to be golden brown, shiny and bright near the sun. However, it was now a dark brown, and quite dull. Her body wasn't like it used to be, either. It was more curvey, more shapely. She was very thin, however, and probably needed to eat more than she did. Her ears, for some reason, had stayed the same. Most Elven ears were only pointed a little, however, hers were at quite a sharp angle. Her hands were broad, and her long, slender fingers were curled into a fist. Only, something was in one of those fists...
He reached forward and opened her left hand. Inside was a small silver band, shaped like a circular rose. He didn't need to study it, he knew every detail of that bracelet...
***Flashback***
"Linaael...come here a second."
The young Elven boy was sitting in a tree in his home, Mirkwood forest. His bright blonde hair carelessly thrown about his shoulders, he held a leaf- wrapped present nervously behind his back. As he watched the girl approach, her years still young, he felt butterflies fluttering in his stomache.
"I didn't see you Legolas, how are you?"
She sat next to him on the tree branch, staring at his nervous eyes.
"W-well, I'm fine, I just wanted to g-give you s-something..." he could barely speak. What if she didn't like it?
"What is it?"
He handed her the present, and her eyes lit up. She slowly unwrapped the leaf wrapping, and took out a small wooden box with her name inscribed on it, in Elvish runes.
"It's beautiful!"
"Oh that isn't really it...open it."
Her hands were swift and gentle as she opened the box. As soon as she peered inside, her whole face began to glow. She held up a silver bracelet, shaped like a rose bent in a circle. Her eyes were moist as the sun glistened off of it. He leaned over and took it, and she held out her hand for him to put it on. It was a perfect fit.
"Do you like it?" He asked.
"Legolas...I don't know what to say...it's so beautiful..."
"No, it isn't. There are things far, far more beautiful than that bracelet..."
She looked up, and saw that he was staring intently at her. He brought his hand up, and slowly caressed her cheek, and stared deeply into her clear eyes. He leaned in slowly, focusing on her lips...
***End Flashback***
He quickly stopped crying, when he realized he was beginning to fade. He couldn't remember, it would kill him. When she woke up, he knew her harsh words would do the same. He was placing the bracelet back in her hand, wondering why she was holding on to it when he realized a puncture in he cloak. It was stained with blood, but as he inspected closer, there was no wound. It was right where her heart was.
"Gandalf..." he whispered. Nothing made sense to him, but there was no time to think about that now. She was waking up. He mentally prepared himself for the words he knew were coming, words of hate, of pain...he closed his eyes and prepared for the impact.
His warm hand was engulfed in a smaller, colder one. His shocked eyes looked down, wide open, and he stared at the contact she made. His head snapped up, and his eyes locked with hers. He didn't see hatred...but he didn't see friendliness or love either. But there was no hate. He smiled, and began to place his hand on hers, when she drew hers back slowly. The smile faded from his lips as he gazed down into his hand, and saw the silver bracelet in his possession. It was like someone had punched him in the stomache. When his first tear fell, it landed on the rose, and left a red trail on his hand. Was the rose bleeding?
"Legolas...what's wrong?! What's happening?" The urgency in her voice startled him, and he looked at her with a confused glance. She was staring at him as if he were a ghost. When he looked back down at his hand, he noticed he was fading. Smiling bittersweetly, and sheding more and more tears which turned more and more clear, and less real, he looked at her face. It was so beautiful to him, but he hated it so much...
He rested his back against the wall of stone, and remembered. He remembered when he gave her the bracelet, and they shared their first kiss. He remembered when they had fallen completely in love...he remembered when he showed that to her, when they made love for the first time. So many memories were flooding his brain...
...but he was fading with every second. By now he had completely forgetten she was there. He was just grinning like a madman, in the bliss of what they had.
"NO! Legolas, stop it! STOP IT! What are you doing?! Legolas!" Her screams were not even recognized by the spirit infront of her. He slid down to the ground, and she scrambled over and put his head in her lap. Her tears, more red and real by the second, poured onto his face. His eyes became glassy, and his skin was transparent. Her voice was high, shrieking, frantic...but what was the use? His head suddenly snapped around, and his cold, dead eyes hammered into hers.
"Pureheart...Linaael.." He whispered her name.
He laughed...then it all stopped. His breath, his stare, his heartbeat...everything stopped.
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Gandalf bolted up, the feeling in the pit of his stomache was immensely strange, it was like freefalling when your stomache is in your throat. He didn't realize he was screaming.
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Linaael was holding his cloak to her chest, rocking back and forth, back and forth. Her eyes were staring into the Abyss, and she was softly singing to herself in Elvish. His head was on her lap, but he was gone. His body would fade completely in a few minutes, only his clothes would be left behind. She looked down.
"You're such a FOOL LEGOLAS....a silly old fool!" She cracked up. Her cackling turned into sobbs, and she bueried her face into his chest. Slowly bringing it up, she brushed her lips very, very slightly on his eyes, then his nose...then his cheeks. His cheeks that were stained with her Elven tears. She was in complete hysterics. He was almost gone...she could barely tell who he was.
She placed her lips on his, kissing him not roughly and passionately, but simply and filled with love. Maybe he would wake up, maybe she could save him...
She looked up at the ceiling, and then down at her lap...
...there was no one there.
Her bloodcurdling scream brought the entire Fellowship to it's knees in sorrow.
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...ok, we have adu here. ::Grins:: did anyone see Orlando Bloom on Regis and Kelly? He was very....ok, I don't want ot sound rabid, but he's hot. Very, very hot.
Also, the flashbacks in this scene are when Legolas and Linaal are the Elven equivelant to about 17 and 18 in human years. Late teens. For them, it's around 40 or 50...maybe 60. Gotta love eternal life.
NOT THE LAST CHAPTER. I REPEAT....NOT THE LAST CHAPTER. I'm only getting started.
**
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Legolas' eyes slowly opened, but quickly closed again. The snow that was hitting his face stung, and it was pitch black anway. He felt tired, and sort of empty. Very thin as well. Frodo had told him of what Bilbo said, "Like a little bit of butter spread over too much bread." That was exactly how he felt. But the feeling wasn't a stranger to him. He had felt it once before. He knew what it was. It was the great and terrible shadow.
Not wanting to think, he felt over to his right to see what was there. A massive bulk of feet and hair told him that these were the hobbits. And he guessed Boromir and Aragorn where somewhere beside them. Feeling to his left, he felt Gimli's helmet and Gandalf's hat.
"Awake dear boy?" The wise, old voice of the wizard did not heed to the loud, hushing whisper and scream of the wind.
"Yes, Gandalf. I feel...very ill, I'm afraid." A thought occurred to him. "Where's Linaael?"
Gandalf sighed. His plan must take place.
"I do not know for sure, but she's somewhere in the snow I believe. But I do hope she's allright-" Before he could finish his sentence, Legolas was already gone.
Gandalf sighed. "Young love..."
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So many thoughts were racing through his head. Was she alive, dead, hurt, allright? He couldn't see much, even with his keen eyesight. He felt around for what seemed like forever, but it was only a half an hour. Finally, his hands rested on a cold lump in the snow. He felt the fabric of an Elven cloak, and knew it was her. He dug frantically, and uncovered an arm, then another, and then enough body to lift her out of the snowbank and place her on his shoulder. He ran forward, only to run straight into the mountain wall. Felling along the side, he found a crevice just big enough for both of them to enter. It was a little larger inside. He put her down as far away from the windy opening as he could, and immediately felt for a pulse. He found one, however, it was faint. He could only sit there and wait.
Studying her features more closely, he realized just how much she had changed over the years. She no longer had full, rosy cheeks, but thin and sunken ones. Her hair used to be golden brown, shiny and bright near the sun. However, it was now a dark brown, and quite dull. Her body wasn't like it used to be, either. It was more curvey, more shapely. She was very thin, however, and probably needed to eat more than she did. Her ears, for some reason, had stayed the same. Most Elven ears were only pointed a little, however, hers were at quite a sharp angle. Her hands were broad, and her long, slender fingers were curled into a fist. Only, something was in one of those fists...
He reached forward and opened her left hand. Inside was a small silver band, shaped like a circular rose. He didn't need to study it, he knew every detail of that bracelet...
***Flashback***
"Linaael...come here a second."
The young Elven boy was sitting in a tree in his home, Mirkwood forest. His bright blonde hair carelessly thrown about his shoulders, he held a leaf- wrapped present nervously behind his back. As he watched the girl approach, her years still young, he felt butterflies fluttering in his stomache.
"I didn't see you Legolas, how are you?"
She sat next to him on the tree branch, staring at his nervous eyes.
"W-well, I'm fine, I just wanted to g-give you s-something..." he could barely speak. What if she didn't like it?
"What is it?"
He handed her the present, and her eyes lit up. She slowly unwrapped the leaf wrapping, and took out a small wooden box with her name inscribed on it, in Elvish runes.
"It's beautiful!"
"Oh that isn't really it...open it."
Her hands were swift and gentle as she opened the box. As soon as she peered inside, her whole face began to glow. She held up a silver bracelet, shaped like a rose bent in a circle. Her eyes were moist as the sun glistened off of it. He leaned over and took it, and she held out her hand for him to put it on. It was a perfect fit.
"Do you like it?" He asked.
"Legolas...I don't know what to say...it's so beautiful..."
"No, it isn't. There are things far, far more beautiful than that bracelet..."
She looked up, and saw that he was staring intently at her. He brought his hand up, and slowly caressed her cheek, and stared deeply into her clear eyes. He leaned in slowly, focusing on her lips...
***End Flashback***
He quickly stopped crying, when he realized he was beginning to fade. He couldn't remember, it would kill him. When she woke up, he knew her harsh words would do the same. He was placing the bracelet back in her hand, wondering why she was holding on to it when he realized a puncture in he cloak. It was stained with blood, but as he inspected closer, there was no wound. It was right where her heart was.
"Gandalf..." he whispered. Nothing made sense to him, but there was no time to think about that now. She was waking up. He mentally prepared himself for the words he knew were coming, words of hate, of pain...he closed his eyes and prepared for the impact.
His warm hand was engulfed in a smaller, colder one. His shocked eyes looked down, wide open, and he stared at the contact she made. His head snapped up, and his eyes locked with hers. He didn't see hatred...but he didn't see friendliness or love either. But there was no hate. He smiled, and began to place his hand on hers, when she drew hers back slowly. The smile faded from his lips as he gazed down into his hand, and saw the silver bracelet in his possession. It was like someone had punched him in the stomache. When his first tear fell, it landed on the rose, and left a red trail on his hand. Was the rose bleeding?
"Legolas...what's wrong?! What's happening?" The urgency in her voice startled him, and he looked at her with a confused glance. She was staring at him as if he were a ghost. When he looked back down at his hand, he noticed he was fading. Smiling bittersweetly, and sheding more and more tears which turned more and more clear, and less real, he looked at her face. It was so beautiful to him, but he hated it so much...
He rested his back against the wall of stone, and remembered. He remembered when he gave her the bracelet, and they shared their first kiss. He remembered when they had fallen completely in love...he remembered when he showed that to her, when they made love for the first time. So many memories were flooding his brain...
...but he was fading with every second. By now he had completely forgetten she was there. He was just grinning like a madman, in the bliss of what they had.
"NO! Legolas, stop it! STOP IT! What are you doing?! Legolas!" Her screams were not even recognized by the spirit infront of her. He slid down to the ground, and she scrambled over and put his head in her lap. Her tears, more red and real by the second, poured onto his face. His eyes became glassy, and his skin was transparent. Her voice was high, shrieking, frantic...but what was the use? His head suddenly snapped around, and his cold, dead eyes hammered into hers.
"Pureheart...Linaael.." He whispered her name.
He laughed...then it all stopped. His breath, his stare, his heartbeat...everything stopped.
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Gandalf bolted up, the feeling in the pit of his stomache was immensely strange, it was like freefalling when your stomache is in your throat. He didn't realize he was screaming.
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Linaael was holding his cloak to her chest, rocking back and forth, back and forth. Her eyes were staring into the Abyss, and she was softly singing to herself in Elvish. His head was on her lap, but he was gone. His body would fade completely in a few minutes, only his clothes would be left behind. She looked down.
"You're such a FOOL LEGOLAS....a silly old fool!" She cracked up. Her cackling turned into sobbs, and she bueried her face into his chest. Slowly bringing it up, she brushed her lips very, very slightly on his eyes, then his nose...then his cheeks. His cheeks that were stained with her Elven tears. She was in complete hysterics. He was almost gone...she could barely tell who he was.
She placed her lips on his, kissing him not roughly and passionately, but simply and filled with love. Maybe he would wake up, maybe she could save him...
She looked up at the ceiling, and then down at her lap...
...there was no one there.
Her bloodcurdling scream brought the entire Fellowship to it's knees in sorrow.
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