Chapter XI

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*5 days later in Isengard*

Standing in her room Bekki turned around and exited her closet, she had just changed out of her long and flowly red dress into her white night gown. As she turned around she saw Legolas standing right beside her.

"Oh, legolas, you scared me, I didn't know you were in here." Bekki stared at Legolas as he pulled her into an warm embrace and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"I have only been in here for about 5 minutes, how are your wounds doing." Legolas questioned Bekki.

"Oh, they're as good as new, see." Bekki turned around showing off her arms and legs as she picked up the skirt of her dress and stuck out her leg.

Legolas smiled and pulled her back into her embrace as she giggled. "That's great, now I don't have to be so careful with you." Legolas gave an evil smirk and leaned his head down to kiss her.

Legolas pulled her over to the bed and leaned her aginst the back board of the bed.

Bekki slowly unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off of his body and gasped as I saw his tight biceps and arm muscles, and and proceeded with his pants.

Legolas continued to touch her body and provide Bekki with much pleasure, she had never felt this before, but it did not scare her as to how much she was going to give to this elf, he was what Bekki wanted and needed.

She gave her self to him, and she will never forget it.

*Gandalf's… I dunno, study place, thing?*

"Gandalf, her wounds have healed, but her inner wounds are getting worse." Elrond growled slamming a fist on the table. Usually calm and the voice of reason, Elrond to be acting in this manor was unusual for him. Gandalf took his pipe to his lips and inhaled deeply before answering.

"What would you suggest we do about it, eh Elrond? Legolas is aware of the problem a-"

"It is not a problem Gandalf!" Arwen protested. "She was infected by no fault of her own!"
"It is up to Legolas to tell her, and to stand by her descion, what ever it is…" Gandalf trailed off as he said the final words of his sentence. Aragorn breathed deeply and looked to Arwen.

"There is nothing we can do. Legolas and Tararith must face this on their own. All we can do is stand on the saide and wait." He rubbed Arwen's arm gently. She turned and looked at him.
"I know…. I… I am just worried." She muttered in reply getting up. Aragorn followed suite and they left. Elrond faced Gandalf with a cold blue gaze.

"So… what have you seen?" He asked.

*Bekki's room*

"Tararith?" Legolas called gently into the room. It was lightly lit from the moon outside shining in and Legolas had awoken to an empty bed apart from him. "Tararith?!" He called again, this time a little louder. Still no answer. He sat up and looked around. The door was open, only a crack and Legolas guessed where she'd gone. Dressing quickly, he ran out the door, his light Elven feet making no noise through the vast corridors. He ran quickly out to the gardens and stopped when he reached the bottom of the steps which led back up into the castle. He panted slightly, his warm breath becoming steam in the cold night air. His Elvish senses seemed even more alert than usual as he gripped his Elven sword walking through the gardens.

He turned down on path, then another then another. The gardens of Isengard really were a labeyrinth. Hardly daring to breath, Legolas made a turn to go back indoors, thinking Bekki would've gone back to her room, when something, a sudden noise stopped him. He followed the noise with his ears, and it started becoming louder and more frequent as he neared it. He quickened his pace to a jog, still gripping his sword and jogged under a headge gate. Beyond the gate was a small pond with a raised edge. This was surround by flower beds which were littered with silver and white flowers, and sitting on the edge of the pond was someone.

Wearing a traditional Elven gown, in green and silver with her hair cascading down her back was Bekki. She seemed to be looking at something, because a hand was up to her face, but every now and then, she'd cough,a dn it wouldn't be a gentle cough. It was be wracked, and sounded painful. Concerned, Legolas walked towards her slowly and sat next to her.

"What are you doing out here in the night Tararith?" He asked clasping on of her hands in his own. "Espeacially on a night like tonight. Your hands are like ice." He pointed out. Bekki made no reply, just continued looking at the still water of the pond. "Tararith?" He questioned. This time, Bekki turned her head to face him, her eyes were glazed, like she was about to cry the hand clasped up to her face, was over her mouth, and her slender fingers was moist. "What wrong?" He clasped her other hand and took it away from her face. The moisture on her fingers was think and warm. He ran it over his fingers and stared up at her when he realised what it was. "Where has this blood come from?"

Bekki sighed uneasily and stared back at him, wiping her mouth with her hand. "I… I don't know…" She said. "It comes up, loads of it, everytime I cough… I don't know how, or why… but… I'm… I'm so frightened Legolas!" She threw her arms around him and sobbed into his shirt. Legolas held her tightly and rested his head on her hair as her frame shook everytime a sob came. "What's happening to me?" She sobbed.
"You… I need to tell you something…" Legolas said with some trouble holding her head in front of him.
"What?" Bekki pulled away. "What have you been keeping from m-" She stopped as she coughed violently. Legolas rested a hand on her back and rubbed it. Her coughing eased and she glared at him.

"You were infected… with Orc blood when you fought them with me in the forests… the pollution from the Orc blood mixed with your own is making you sick…" He explained quietly.

"Why didn't you tell me before?!" Bekki snapped shoving Legolas away. "Why didn't you… I could've been healed or something… instead of thinking I was dying!"

"You are!" Legolas shouted panting. Bekki turned to him and stared at him, her eyes were huge and the moon was reflecting from them. "You're dying Tararith… I'm sorry…" He fell to his knees. "I failed to protect you when I swore I would…" His shoulders began to shake. Bekki stared at him and slowly made her way toward him.

"Legolas… you didn't fail to protect me… I was too reckless anyway…" She kneeled next to him, her fingers playing on her necklace.

Legolas looked at her and put his arms around her. He breathed in deeply and hugged her, never wanting to let go.

"You could live… but…" He paused.

"But what?" Bekki questioned.

"You would… sometimes… become and unmanagable evil beast, and a killer, killing those closet." Legolas explained.

"I understand…" Bekki said distantly getting up. She turned her back to him and fiddled with her necklace as Legolas got up.

"Tararith?" He asked as she turned. She smiled lightly at him and tied her necklace around his neck. "Tara-"

"Shhh." Bekki placed a finger on his lips and smiled lightly again. She removed her finger and kissed him deeply. Legolas' arms made their way around her as one of her hands stayed on his chest and the other, without his knowing made it's way down to his Elven sword.

She pulled away a few moments later with the sword in her hand and backed away with the same light smile playing on her lips. She held the sword in front of her with both hands.

"Tararith?" Legolas stared at her wide-eyed.

"I love you Legolas." She whispered bringing the the sword up. "And I don't want you to ever forget me." She plunged the sword down through the dress into her stomach.

"NO!" Legolas cried running forward and catching her before she fell to the ground. "No, Tararith! Why?" He held her gently and tears began falling from his eyes, like the ones rolling down her cheeks.

"I… I could stand… stand the though….thought o-of me killing you…" Bekki replied with some trouble holding a hand against his face. Legolas clasped it breathed uneasily. "D… don't you cry!" She said. Legolas laughed lightly and ran and stroked her face.

"You shh now… I'll get you up to the castle, and Elrond can heal you." He murmured.

"No… I don't want to be healed. Le-legolas… understand… I… I won't ever be the same… no… no mater how much I'm healed…." She paused coughing violently. "Please… just… remember me… OK." She stared at Legolas who nodded. "Thank you…" She muttered. Her hand fell from his face and down to the floor. Legolas stared at her in his arms and his shoulders curled over her body in hard sobs.
"No… please… no…" He muttered rocking her body in his arms.

Chi: Oy vay, that sucked didn't it boys and girls! I told ya! I can't write dark! One more chapter to go people! Please R and R!!!