Death of Legolas
by Fangz
disclaimer: duh.
description: Legolas dies...
TO THE REVIEWERS: thanx, and since I got demands I decided write chapter 2
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CHAPTER 2 - Betrayal of Thoughts
The blood oozed slowly from Legolas's weak and delicate heart. But it was more than just physical pain. He felt Aragon's betrayal, and those dark despairing thoughts gnaw on his frightened mind. His heart boiled with longing and love and that terrible fear for his beloved (AN: that mary... or sue... or whoever it is that he loves). He saw her fair face before him, her winning smile, and her bright star filled eyes look down upon him as if in a dream and then.... and then...it all ended.
...he saw aragorn. his only childhood friend, his campanion the one he could trust with his life. His brother...his BETRAYAL.
Legolas felt blood coming up his throat and he choked out wearily, "Aragorn..." He rasped... "How... how could you?" (AN: yeah... you know that was coming) Aragorn stared at him, a hatefull fire in his eyes and within Legolas a cold feeling, besides the iron Aragorn's sword, slayed his heart.
"You matter not to me, Legolas." He spat in a low and dangerous voice, "Saruman rules now! Saruman and Sauron will rule all!"
Legolas laid on the ground about the pool of his own blood, choking out blood as he attempted to speak. He could the hot blood cooling upon his fair face and his mouth opened to form sad words.
"The darkness does not rule our hearts... Aragorn... brother! See the light!" Legolas said wearily feeling death begining to clutch his being and he saw for a minute the flash of two trees with their mingling lights.
Valinor...
He looked so pathetic, lying there on the cold dark ground with the tall trees towering over them in sorrowful witness to the EVIL deed of Aragroin. His long blonde hair was matted with sweat and blood, his eyes drained off all color that used to make them sparkle. They, in all means. Were Dead.
Aragorn stared at the dead and cold body of Legolas lying under the forest leaves. No wind sang among the leaves and all was in a silence at Rivendell. In spite of the blood and dirt upon the elf prince's fair attire and hair his face held a peacefull resonance of elvish lament. The dark fire in Aragorn's eyes faded and realization struck him. He sadly looked upon the blood on his hands and upon his blade and shock filled him...
"What have I done?!"
UPCOMING SEQUEL: Death of Aragorn, Heir of Isildur.
AU: like it? reviews?
by Fangz
disclaimer: duh.
description: Legolas dies...
TO THE REVIEWERS: thanx, and since I got demands I decided write chapter 2
*
CHAPTER 2 - Betrayal of Thoughts
The blood oozed slowly from Legolas's weak and delicate heart. But it was more than just physical pain. He felt Aragon's betrayal, and those dark despairing thoughts gnaw on his frightened mind. His heart boiled with longing and love and that terrible fear for his beloved (AN: that mary... or sue... or whoever it is that he loves). He saw her fair face before him, her winning smile, and her bright star filled eyes look down upon him as if in a dream and then.... and then...it all ended.
...he saw aragorn. his only childhood friend, his campanion the one he could trust with his life. His brother...his BETRAYAL.
Legolas felt blood coming up his throat and he choked out wearily, "Aragorn..." He rasped... "How... how could you?" (AN: yeah... you know that was coming) Aragorn stared at him, a hatefull fire in his eyes and within Legolas a cold feeling, besides the iron Aragorn's sword, slayed his heart.
"You matter not to me, Legolas." He spat in a low and dangerous voice, "Saruman rules now! Saruman and Sauron will rule all!"
Legolas laid on the ground about the pool of his own blood, choking out blood as he attempted to speak. He could the hot blood cooling upon his fair face and his mouth opened to form sad words.
"The darkness does not rule our hearts... Aragorn... brother! See the light!" Legolas said wearily feeling death begining to clutch his being and he saw for a minute the flash of two trees with their mingling lights.
Valinor...
He looked so pathetic, lying there on the cold dark ground with the tall trees towering over them in sorrowful witness to the EVIL deed of Aragroin. His long blonde hair was matted with sweat and blood, his eyes drained off all color that used to make them sparkle. They, in all means. Were Dead.
Aragorn stared at the dead and cold body of Legolas lying under the forest leaves. No wind sang among the leaves and all was in a silence at Rivendell. In spite of the blood and dirt upon the elf prince's fair attire and hair his face held a peacefull resonance of elvish lament. The dark fire in Aragorn's eyes faded and realization struck him. He sadly looked upon the blood on his hands and upon his blade and shock filled him...
"What have I done?!"
UPCOMING SEQUEL: Death of Aragorn, Heir of Isildur.
AU: like it? reviews?