Question: why everyone bother to post disclaimer? I think every one who can
read know that this is a fanfic, that LOTR and the Fellowship don't belong
to them, that the OC belong to the fic author (unless they borrow it from
other authors, but that is less likely), and no one will sue them. Oh
well, maybe Tolkien will come back to live if he only knew the way we write
fanfic based on his characters. I don't offend you who put disclaimer, I
just wonder whats the point.
Disclaimer: I don't own Legolas, but neither any of us, he is not even real!
Question 2: which one do you prefer? A story from the character's Point of View like I do, or a third party point of view?
Part XV: The Lady Arrived
~Legolas~
Months passed by slowly. Estella still shut herself from us, but she could no longer hide her despair and grief. Yet, she resented any effort to console her. Her Elven light shone no more and her eyes were lifeless. She ate less and less every day and finally stopped eating. We tried to force her but she vomited every time she ate.
"Glorfindel, what can we do now?" I was clearly desperate and helpless. My heart was torn and wrecked. Glorfindel, however, was calm, though his eyes sparked with worry and sorrow for Estella.
"There is nothing we can do, Legolas. If she wants to die, how can we stop her?"
"There must be something we can do!"I yelled. I grabbed a vase and broke it until blood dripped down from my wounded palms, but that pain couldn't compare the turmoil tormenting me inside.
"Maybe there is something we can do, but certainly not wounding our own hands." Elrond showed up. He asked the servant to clean up the floor, which was a mess by my blood mixed with broken china.
"Glorfindel, bring Asfaloth as fast as you can to Lothlorien. Bring the news to Lady Galadriel, she must know about Estella. Do not tarry for our time running short." He ordered. Glorfindel nodded and left.
"Now, Legolas, my dear boy, come with me to check you hands. You do Estella no good by hurting your hand."
I followed Elrond to clean up my wound when I heard a familiar beautiful voice behind us. "You need not ask Glorfindel to summon me, Elrond. My soul has alarmed me about my daughter."
I turned and saw Lady Galadriel. She was beautiful as ever, wearing white cloak and hood as I saw her wear when the Fellowship departed from Lorien, but her eyes filled with worry and concern. A kind of worry not a Queen of Elves possessed for her people, but rather a worry of a mother for a daughter.
"My Lady." I bowed to honor her.
"You are wounded, yet your heart bleeds more than your scars." Her prying eyes reached into my suffering mind. She softly held my hands and chanted. Not long afterwards, my wound closed and the bleeding stopped.
"Come, Mother. Let us go." Elrond led us to Estella's chamber.
We opened the door and I was strucked in horror as I saw Estella lied lifeless on the bed. Estella's skin was bluish pale and her chest stopped moving. My mind went blank and I stood frozen at the door, staring at her still body.
Galadriel quickly took Estella into her arms and embraced her gently while she sat on her bed. She chanted into Estella's ears with sad voice and unknown words. I was afraid it was too late, but then she opened her eyes slowly.
"Mother?"
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I am kind, lol. I don't leave you in cliffhanger. :-P.
See? I don't let Estella dies. Lol. Keep Reviewing!
Misty, thanks for the encouragement. Do you think my writing style improve along with the story? I am dying to learn Elvish, but I don't have time. My homeworks kills me slowly. Lol.
A/N: I think Elrond will call Galadriel mother since she was his mother in law. I cannot imagine him calling her my Lady. But maybe I am wrong.
REVIEW me pls! I'll post new chapter after I get reviews on this chapter, & I mean it! if no one likes it, I'll send next chapters to misty instead of posting it here, or I'll try writing new story, non romance and angsty ones. I just want to know if anyone actually read this fic so far.
Disclaimer: I don't own Legolas, but neither any of us, he is not even real!
Question 2: which one do you prefer? A story from the character's Point of View like I do, or a third party point of view?
Part XV: The Lady Arrived
~Legolas~
Months passed by slowly. Estella still shut herself from us, but she could no longer hide her despair and grief. Yet, she resented any effort to console her. Her Elven light shone no more and her eyes were lifeless. She ate less and less every day and finally stopped eating. We tried to force her but she vomited every time she ate.
"Glorfindel, what can we do now?" I was clearly desperate and helpless. My heart was torn and wrecked. Glorfindel, however, was calm, though his eyes sparked with worry and sorrow for Estella.
"There is nothing we can do, Legolas. If she wants to die, how can we stop her?"
"There must be something we can do!"I yelled. I grabbed a vase and broke it until blood dripped down from my wounded palms, but that pain couldn't compare the turmoil tormenting me inside.
"Maybe there is something we can do, but certainly not wounding our own hands." Elrond showed up. He asked the servant to clean up the floor, which was a mess by my blood mixed with broken china.
"Glorfindel, bring Asfaloth as fast as you can to Lothlorien. Bring the news to Lady Galadriel, she must know about Estella. Do not tarry for our time running short." He ordered. Glorfindel nodded and left.
"Now, Legolas, my dear boy, come with me to check you hands. You do Estella no good by hurting your hand."
I followed Elrond to clean up my wound when I heard a familiar beautiful voice behind us. "You need not ask Glorfindel to summon me, Elrond. My soul has alarmed me about my daughter."
I turned and saw Lady Galadriel. She was beautiful as ever, wearing white cloak and hood as I saw her wear when the Fellowship departed from Lorien, but her eyes filled with worry and concern. A kind of worry not a Queen of Elves possessed for her people, but rather a worry of a mother for a daughter.
"My Lady." I bowed to honor her.
"You are wounded, yet your heart bleeds more than your scars." Her prying eyes reached into my suffering mind. She softly held my hands and chanted. Not long afterwards, my wound closed and the bleeding stopped.
"Come, Mother. Let us go." Elrond led us to Estella's chamber.
We opened the door and I was strucked in horror as I saw Estella lied lifeless on the bed. Estella's skin was bluish pale and her chest stopped moving. My mind went blank and I stood frozen at the door, staring at her still body.
Galadriel quickly took Estella into her arms and embraced her gently while she sat on her bed. She chanted into Estella's ears with sad voice and unknown words. I was afraid it was too late, but then she opened her eyes slowly.
"Mother?"
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I am kind, lol. I don't leave you in cliffhanger. :-P.
See? I don't let Estella dies. Lol. Keep Reviewing!
Misty, thanks for the encouragement. Do you think my writing style improve along with the story? I am dying to learn Elvish, but I don't have time. My homeworks kills me slowly. Lol.
A/N: I think Elrond will call Galadriel mother since she was his mother in law. I cannot imagine him calling her my Lady. But maybe I am wrong.
REVIEW me pls! I'll post new chapter after I get reviews on this chapter, & I mean it! if no one likes it, I'll send next chapters to misty instead of posting it here, or I'll try writing new story, non romance and angsty ones. I just want to know if anyone actually read this fic so far.