Truesilver-death
Mithril is my own, everyone else belong to Tolkien my his spirit rise high Nimrond I made up, anything else ? Ooooh yeah, the talk-through- fire thing is from Harry Potter, but its not pleagerism because the names differ (anyway that's my story and I'm stikking to it "~_~")
He sat next to the bed, thinking how peaceful and beautiful she looked . Mithril turned her head "don't go in the water" she said in her sleep.
"A strange mortal you've brought to us, Legolas" a male voice behind him said.
Legolas kept staring intently at her "Yes Elrond" after a while's deep thought, he desided to bare his feelings to this Elf who was his father's friend.
"She's beautiful, isn't she?"
"yes"Elrond mosioned him to continue.
"But I cannot understand her. She speaks of long ago days in her sleep as though she'd been there, when she can't be possibly older than twenty." Elrond looked at her with interest and then prompted Legolas to continue.
"She talks to many people in her sleep and all of them are dead. If what she says is true, she killed them. But how can this be if most of them died before her birth? Another thing that puzzles me is why she keeps repeating 'don't go near the water' what could it mean? Also she seems to think Isildur is her father but that would make her almost fifty !" shaking his head "I don't understand this at all " Elrond put a hand on his sholder "Pasience Legolas. As soon as she recovers you can have all your questions answered" with these words he left the room.
And so when she woke four days later, she was asailed with thousands of questions from an elf who had thought them over for days, when she had not thought at all. At first she didn't want to tell him anything. Afraid he'd hate her for what she'd done, but as days passed she began to open up, till finaly he knew everything about her, and she in turn knew even his deepest darkest secrets. They became inseperable, often going of alone together or sitting in the darkest corner of the fireroom wispering.
She was happy, she was free. But sometimes at night or when she thought no one was looking, sorrow would fill her and she'd wonder if Nimrond would call her trough fire to murder again. Legolas noticed when she came in this mood, but to him Nimrond was just a hated memory of his beloved's past… Still knowing her fear of the wizard, he did not push her to stand near the fire…
The other elves were happy for them, and indeed came to love Mithril dearly, but still they couldn't help thinking it strange that she never went near fire of any kind…
The night was crystalclear as Legolas and Mithril walked from the porch to the river, as was their custom on starry nights. They stood near the water wrapped in each others arms, unawhere that someone was watching them …
"Go push them in" one elf boy said to the other.
"You do it, we'll get in trouble"
"Aww, come on! It'll be funny" The other boy still looked reluctant, but there was a gleam of mishief in his eyes. "All right" He said as they slowly crept up behind the two lovers. With a laugh they pushed Legolas and Mithril into the river.
Under ordinary sircumstances they would have heard the boys coming but they were so mesmerised with each other, that they didn't hear a thing till to late.
The water gushed and rushed about them. They clung to each other trying to grab hold of branches and bolders as they passed them, but the current was too strong, it swept them along downstream and finaly into a pool…
"Legolas!… LEGOLAS!!!"
Legolas woke with a start, he was cold and wet, lying half in , half out of the water. He opened his mouth to speak , but coughed up water instead. He felt horrible.
"You have a nasty bump on your head, but baring that you'll live."
Legolas couldn't make out who it was speaking to him, although it sounded much like Aragorn.
"Where's Mithril ? "
The figure pointed with his hand "over there, she's still unconceous, and cold. We need to get her back to Rivendale."
Legolas tried to get up, his head spinning. "Easy Legolas, easy"
"It is hard thinking of yourself when your in love, Aragorn"
"Tell me about it."
And soLegolas and Aragorn carried Mithril back up to the house and into the fire room…
Legolas tenderly lay a sleepy Mithril in a chair by th fire. "Sleep, baby." He wispered as he tucked a blanket in around her. He brushed back her wet hair and lightly kissed her forehead…
"Mithril"
She woke up,and thinking she heard Nimrond's hated voice, she looked around, the hall was full of elves singing, elves talking, elves telling tales. 'No old wizard here to harm me' she thought 'I must have dreamt hearing his voice.'
"Mithril" Her head snapped back, she was right in front of the hearth! And there in the flames she saw a head, Nimrond's ugly hated head to be presice.
"You've been a bad girl, princess. You never come near enough fires for me to talk to you" He sounded sad but she could see the evil glint in his eyes and it boded no good.
"It's that Legolas. He turned you away from me !" he said.
She sprang up " I was never yours! I NEVER will be!!" she franticly screamed at the fire. She turned around to flee, but arms held her, warm comforting arms "shhhh… baby, whats gotten into you ?" Legolas wispered in her ear, pouring tiny kisses over her neck and face.She drew her arms about him, he gently held her. Over his shoulder she could see the rest of the company staring at them. "Oh, god ! They didn't see him"
"see who ?" Legolas asked in a husky voice.
"Nimrond… in the fire" the look on his face was so murderous, that she decided not to trouble him, she would deal with Nimrond, but not tonight…
"It's nothing… my imagination" she said. He gased at her, a crooked smile on his lips and disbelief in his eyes…
She was starting to sway a bit. "come on, bed." He demanded. Not waiting for a reply, he picked her up and carried her down the hall, round the corner, and up to their room.
He lay down on the bed with her in his arms. "You're just too good to be true, you know that ?"
He kissed her then, a long sweet kiss that made her feel like she was drowning all over again…
Afterwards she lay drawing slow lazy circles on his naked chest. He sighed in his sleep murmuring her name. She looked up at his face, tracing his jaw line with her hand. She kissed him, then got up to find a drink of water. The jug was on the other side of the room next to the hearth, silently she padded over to it and took a large swallow.
"Mithril" She almost dropped the jug.
There in the fire's embers a head she knew only too well bobbed. "Go away " she hissed
"Aww, no princess. I still have work for you."
"leave me alone" She knew what he would say next , but she couldn't move. Not to run, or scream, or close her ears to his words. She could only wait…
"Its simple, my dear" his voice was cruel and heartless. "Kill Aragorn" She almost started to breathe again … "but first, kill Legolas."
It was like being punched in the stomach, she felt weak and small and as though her heart had been ripped out of her… but no, her heart was still there, if only because she could feel it beating, slower… and slower…
Her hands moved to the jeweled dagger on the table.She wached in horror, but she couldn't stop it. Someone else had control over her body now, she was just a puppet being pulled along on invisible strings... Her heart beat…
She walked across the room and climed on to the bed, till sitting astride Legolas, she raised the dagger…
Tears rolled down her face as each heartbeat came slower and slower than the last …
"You've pulled one string too many Nimrond"
With all her strengh she resisted the spell, leaning over Legolas her tears falling on his face…
Her chest was burning.
She knew it was the end, the moment of her death, for she would never kill the man who was her everything .
'please, not yet' she thought 'don't let me die yet , he doesn't know how much I love him'
then ,in soft and gentle voice she began to sing, and into the music she weaved all her love, her soul .Her very essence ringing through the melody like the sweetest harp…
When the cold of winter comes
Starless night will cover day
In the veiling of the sun
We will walk in bitter rain…
But in dreams
I still hear your name
And in dreams
1 We will meet again…
Her singing was starting to wake him…
She kissed him…
A final tear rolled down her face…
She felt her heart stop.
Still half asleep, he thought his heart would burst with love and joy as she kissed him,but then he felt her go limp against him. Alarmed he opend his eyes and gently laid her on her back. She was cold as ice…
"MITHRIL !" All his happyness turned to deepest sorrow, He cuddled her close wispering anything he could think of to make her come back. But instead she was growing colder beneath his hands. He tenderly lay her back down,choking on his tears…
He sat like this for a long time, till, something glinting in the early morning light caught his eye. There! on her face… her last tear still clung to her lashes and then silently rolled down her cheek, and as it rolled, it changed, hardened…
he touched it, a tear now made not of water but of truesilver … looking at it more closely, he saw millions of colours swirl across the surface…and deep in his heart, soft voices sang the song of Mithril's love… But in dreams
I still hear your name
And in dreams
2 We will meet again…
There was no feast that night.
For Mithril had been more than Elf-friend, she had been beloved-of-Elves
For many weeks after her death a dark shadow of sorrow hung over Rivendell.They had burried her with much sadness under a large and anchient tree next to where Lúthien lay.
This is irony , the the only Elf who ever died next to the only woman Legolas ever loved ...
It is said that Legolas Greenleaf still wears the truesilver-tear round his neck, though he shows it to no one. But if you listen closely on starry nights, you might hear him down by the river singing the song of Mithril's love…
The End…
Ps. I hope you're crying 'cause I cried my eyes out writing it. /~.~\
Sorry I'm not exactly good at this kind of thing… -.-
Mithril is my own, everyone else belong to Tolkien my his spirit rise high Nimrond I made up, anything else ? Ooooh yeah, the talk-through- fire thing is from Harry Potter, but its not pleagerism because the names differ (anyway that's my story and I'm stikking to it "~_~")
He sat next to the bed, thinking how peaceful and beautiful she looked . Mithril turned her head "don't go in the water" she said in her sleep.
"A strange mortal you've brought to us, Legolas" a male voice behind him said.
Legolas kept staring intently at her "Yes Elrond" after a while's deep thought, he desided to bare his feelings to this Elf who was his father's friend.
"She's beautiful, isn't she?"
"yes"Elrond mosioned him to continue.
"But I cannot understand her. She speaks of long ago days in her sleep as though she'd been there, when she can't be possibly older than twenty." Elrond looked at her with interest and then prompted Legolas to continue.
"She talks to many people in her sleep and all of them are dead. If what she says is true, she killed them. But how can this be if most of them died before her birth? Another thing that puzzles me is why she keeps repeating 'don't go near the water' what could it mean? Also she seems to think Isildur is her father but that would make her almost fifty !" shaking his head "I don't understand this at all " Elrond put a hand on his sholder "Pasience Legolas. As soon as she recovers you can have all your questions answered" with these words he left the room.
And so when she woke four days later, she was asailed with thousands of questions from an elf who had thought them over for days, when she had not thought at all. At first she didn't want to tell him anything. Afraid he'd hate her for what she'd done, but as days passed she began to open up, till finaly he knew everything about her, and she in turn knew even his deepest darkest secrets. They became inseperable, often going of alone together or sitting in the darkest corner of the fireroom wispering.
She was happy, she was free. But sometimes at night or when she thought no one was looking, sorrow would fill her and she'd wonder if Nimrond would call her trough fire to murder again. Legolas noticed when she came in this mood, but to him Nimrond was just a hated memory of his beloved's past… Still knowing her fear of the wizard, he did not push her to stand near the fire…
The other elves were happy for them, and indeed came to love Mithril dearly, but still they couldn't help thinking it strange that she never went near fire of any kind…
The night was crystalclear as Legolas and Mithril walked from the porch to the river, as was their custom on starry nights. They stood near the water wrapped in each others arms, unawhere that someone was watching them …
"Go push them in" one elf boy said to the other.
"You do it, we'll get in trouble"
"Aww, come on! It'll be funny" The other boy still looked reluctant, but there was a gleam of mishief in his eyes. "All right" He said as they slowly crept up behind the two lovers. With a laugh they pushed Legolas and Mithril into the river.
Under ordinary sircumstances they would have heard the boys coming but they were so mesmerised with each other, that they didn't hear a thing till to late.
The water gushed and rushed about them. They clung to each other trying to grab hold of branches and bolders as they passed them, but the current was too strong, it swept them along downstream and finaly into a pool…
"Legolas!… LEGOLAS!!!"
Legolas woke with a start, he was cold and wet, lying half in , half out of the water. He opened his mouth to speak , but coughed up water instead. He felt horrible.
"You have a nasty bump on your head, but baring that you'll live."
Legolas couldn't make out who it was speaking to him, although it sounded much like Aragorn.
"Where's Mithril ? "
The figure pointed with his hand "over there, she's still unconceous, and cold. We need to get her back to Rivendale."
Legolas tried to get up, his head spinning. "Easy Legolas, easy"
"It is hard thinking of yourself when your in love, Aragorn"
"Tell me about it."
And soLegolas and Aragorn carried Mithril back up to the house and into the fire room…
Legolas tenderly lay a sleepy Mithril in a chair by th fire. "Sleep, baby." He wispered as he tucked a blanket in around her. He brushed back her wet hair and lightly kissed her forehead…
"Mithril"
She woke up,and thinking she heard Nimrond's hated voice, she looked around, the hall was full of elves singing, elves talking, elves telling tales. 'No old wizard here to harm me' she thought 'I must have dreamt hearing his voice.'
"Mithril" Her head snapped back, she was right in front of the hearth! And there in the flames she saw a head, Nimrond's ugly hated head to be presice.
"You've been a bad girl, princess. You never come near enough fires for me to talk to you" He sounded sad but she could see the evil glint in his eyes and it boded no good.
"It's that Legolas. He turned you away from me !" he said.
She sprang up " I was never yours! I NEVER will be!!" she franticly screamed at the fire. She turned around to flee, but arms held her, warm comforting arms "shhhh… baby, whats gotten into you ?" Legolas wispered in her ear, pouring tiny kisses over her neck and face.She drew her arms about him, he gently held her. Over his shoulder she could see the rest of the company staring at them. "Oh, god ! They didn't see him"
"see who ?" Legolas asked in a husky voice.
"Nimrond… in the fire" the look on his face was so murderous, that she decided not to trouble him, she would deal with Nimrond, but not tonight…
"It's nothing… my imagination" she said. He gased at her, a crooked smile on his lips and disbelief in his eyes…
She was starting to sway a bit. "come on, bed." He demanded. Not waiting for a reply, he picked her up and carried her down the hall, round the corner, and up to their room.
He lay down on the bed with her in his arms. "You're just too good to be true, you know that ?"
He kissed her then, a long sweet kiss that made her feel like she was drowning all over again…
Afterwards she lay drawing slow lazy circles on his naked chest. He sighed in his sleep murmuring her name. She looked up at his face, tracing his jaw line with her hand. She kissed him, then got up to find a drink of water. The jug was on the other side of the room next to the hearth, silently she padded over to it and took a large swallow.
"Mithril" She almost dropped the jug.
There in the fire's embers a head she knew only too well bobbed. "Go away " she hissed
"Aww, no princess. I still have work for you."
"leave me alone" She knew what he would say next , but she couldn't move. Not to run, or scream, or close her ears to his words. She could only wait…
"Its simple, my dear" his voice was cruel and heartless. "Kill Aragorn" She almost started to breathe again … "but first, kill Legolas."
It was like being punched in the stomach, she felt weak and small and as though her heart had been ripped out of her… but no, her heart was still there, if only because she could feel it beating, slower… and slower…
Her hands moved to the jeweled dagger on the table.She wached in horror, but she couldn't stop it. Someone else had control over her body now, she was just a puppet being pulled along on invisible strings... Her heart beat…
She walked across the room and climed on to the bed, till sitting astride Legolas, she raised the dagger…
Tears rolled down her face as each heartbeat came slower and slower than the last …
"You've pulled one string too many Nimrond"
With all her strengh she resisted the spell, leaning over Legolas her tears falling on his face…
Her chest was burning.
She knew it was the end, the moment of her death, for she would never kill the man who was her everything .
'please, not yet' she thought 'don't let me die yet , he doesn't know how much I love him'
then ,in soft and gentle voice she began to sing, and into the music she weaved all her love, her soul .Her very essence ringing through the melody like the sweetest harp…
When the cold of winter comes
Starless night will cover day
In the veiling of the sun
We will walk in bitter rain…
But in dreams
I still hear your name
And in dreams
1 We will meet again…
Her singing was starting to wake him…
She kissed him…
A final tear rolled down her face…
She felt her heart stop.
Still half asleep, he thought his heart would burst with love and joy as she kissed him,but then he felt her go limp against him. Alarmed he opend his eyes and gently laid her on her back. She was cold as ice…
"MITHRIL !" All his happyness turned to deepest sorrow, He cuddled her close wispering anything he could think of to make her come back. But instead she was growing colder beneath his hands. He tenderly lay her back down,choking on his tears…
He sat like this for a long time, till, something glinting in the early morning light caught his eye. There! on her face… her last tear still clung to her lashes and then silently rolled down her cheek, and as it rolled, it changed, hardened…
he touched it, a tear now made not of water but of truesilver … looking at it more closely, he saw millions of colours swirl across the surface…and deep in his heart, soft voices sang the song of Mithril's love… But in dreams
I still hear your name
And in dreams
2 We will meet again…
There was no feast that night.
For Mithril had been more than Elf-friend, she had been beloved-of-Elves
For many weeks after her death a dark shadow of sorrow hung over Rivendell.They had burried her with much sadness under a large and anchient tree next to where Lúthien lay.
This is irony , the the only Elf who ever died next to the only woman Legolas ever loved ...
It is said that Legolas Greenleaf still wears the truesilver-tear round his neck, though he shows it to no one. But if you listen closely on starry nights, you might hear him down by the river singing the song of Mithril's love…
The End…
Ps. I hope you're crying 'cause I cried my eyes out writing it. /~.~\
Sorry I'm not exactly good at this kind of thing… -.-