**Authors note: Allright, there won't be one....lol I won't keep you from
reading. This is a REALLY short chapter, but I felt mean after leaving you
with the last one. Have fun!**
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He watched her crawl and stumble out of the cave. He put his hands up and could see clearly through them. She thought he was gone...but it's so ironic. The one person who had killed him had just barely saved him. If it wasn't for her pain, for her kiss...he would already be sailing away to the land of the Elven kings by now. He sighed, knowing he needed Elrond to tend to him. He couldn't concentrate on anything but the kiss, or he would begin to fade again. He slowly stood up, and grabbed her cloak she had left on the floor. She had taken his, wrapped herself up in it tightly, and went to find the fellowship. Taking one last look around, and glancing briefly at the red stains of tears on the ground, he rushed off twards Rivendell. Luckily, he still had his bow and his daggars. She had taken half of his quiver, but she was wise to do so. They both knew that arrows would be scarce to come by, and muchly needed. He just hoped she coul dmanage untill he returned.
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They could not trudge through the snow any longer. Gandalf, setting his pain and curiousity aside when Linaael came back without Legolas, had asked Frodo to make a decision. He had decided to take the Mines of Moria. This had pained Gandalf even moreso, for he knew the fate that was held down there. But off they went, to Frodo's decision. Gandalf and Linaael discussed quietly the happenings in the cave, and the rest of the Fellowship quietly listened. It was Sam and Frodo who noticed Gimli was crying.
"Ho, Gimli...what troubles you so friend?"
"The loss of a brother. Nothing more, nothing less. I would look too cruel if I did not show grievance."
Sam and Frodo were quiet, but neither of them bought his story for a minute.
"Sam...take my hand."
"Why Mr. Frodo?" But he did so before he could get an answer.
"Because I feel a dark fear passing through me, as if something was not right..."
Legolas stopped as he saw the Fellowship walking straight through him. His eyes were wide, and he stared as his visible hands in suprise. They never saw him...he was not materialistic.
"Am I...dead?" He whispered aloud. Suddenly, an ice cold feeling took his heart as Link walked ahead. She gasped, and stopped as if she were in pain. Legolas walked up to her, and slowly brought a hand up to feel her cheek. Her hand immediately reached up and for an instant, their hands were one. Then, Legolas ran as fast as he could, past the Fellowship, down the mountain, and to Rivendell. He had to see Elrond...if Elrond could see him.
"Gandalf...he was here, I swear, I felt his hand..." Link begged Gandalf to believe her. She only saw sorrow and pity in his eyes.
"Let's go, Linaael."
And so they trudged. And finally, the great wall came into view. As this had come to pass, Legolas was almost back to Rivendell.
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He watched her crawl and stumble out of the cave. He put his hands up and could see clearly through them. She thought he was gone...but it's so ironic. The one person who had killed him had just barely saved him. If it wasn't for her pain, for her kiss...he would already be sailing away to the land of the Elven kings by now. He sighed, knowing he needed Elrond to tend to him. He couldn't concentrate on anything but the kiss, or he would begin to fade again. He slowly stood up, and grabbed her cloak she had left on the floor. She had taken his, wrapped herself up in it tightly, and went to find the fellowship. Taking one last look around, and glancing briefly at the red stains of tears on the ground, he rushed off twards Rivendell. Luckily, he still had his bow and his daggars. She had taken half of his quiver, but she was wise to do so. They both knew that arrows would be scarce to come by, and muchly needed. He just hoped she coul dmanage untill he returned.
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They could not trudge through the snow any longer. Gandalf, setting his pain and curiousity aside when Linaael came back without Legolas, had asked Frodo to make a decision. He had decided to take the Mines of Moria. This had pained Gandalf even moreso, for he knew the fate that was held down there. But off they went, to Frodo's decision. Gandalf and Linaael discussed quietly the happenings in the cave, and the rest of the Fellowship quietly listened. It was Sam and Frodo who noticed Gimli was crying.
"Ho, Gimli...what troubles you so friend?"
"The loss of a brother. Nothing more, nothing less. I would look too cruel if I did not show grievance."
Sam and Frodo were quiet, but neither of them bought his story for a minute.
"Sam...take my hand."
"Why Mr. Frodo?" But he did so before he could get an answer.
"Because I feel a dark fear passing through me, as if something was not right..."
Legolas stopped as he saw the Fellowship walking straight through him. His eyes were wide, and he stared as his visible hands in suprise. They never saw him...he was not materialistic.
"Am I...dead?" He whispered aloud. Suddenly, an ice cold feeling took his heart as Link walked ahead. She gasped, and stopped as if she were in pain. Legolas walked up to her, and slowly brought a hand up to feel her cheek. Her hand immediately reached up and for an instant, their hands were one. Then, Legolas ran as fast as he could, past the Fellowship, down the mountain, and to Rivendell. He had to see Elrond...if Elrond could see him.
"Gandalf...he was here, I swear, I felt his hand..." Link begged Gandalf to believe her. She only saw sorrow and pity in his eyes.
"Let's go, Linaael."
And so they trudged. And finally, the great wall came into view. As this had come to pass, Legolas was almost back to Rivendell.
