Chapter 15:
A/N- Yep, this is the last chapter before the epilog. Please review or I won't post the epilog and you all will have to suffer… muhhahhah!
"Help her can't you, please!"
"Legolas, calm down!" Elrond grabbed the young prince by the shoulders, forcing him to sit next to his father outside the medical room in Lothlórien. "I know you can read my lips, so do so. This is her choice to live or not, not our own." Legolas whimpered and muttered something in Quenya that no one heard… or could understand.
The lady Galadriel frowned when she saw the prince; her heart went out to him. "Help her please, you must!"
"And he shall do as much as he can, young Legolas." The blonde elf looked up, staring at Galadriel before lowering his eyes.
"Mind speak startle me. Forgive, please do." Galadriel closed the distance between herself and the distraught elf. The gray of his skin was an alarming contrast between her pale skin.
"There is no need for apology, Legolas. It was my intention." She sighed and gracefully moved to sit next to him. "She is at a crossroad, Legolas. It is her choice whither she is healed or not. She wishes to speak with you, though." The lady stood again, and Legolas followed her, leaving a confused crowd in their wake. Legolas would have found it funny that they did not hear her, but his mind was on more important matters.
"He is here, Nazglas." Galadriel gently nudged Legolas forward before stepping away. "I await your decision, my lady. Please, consider carefully." And she left as quietly as she had came.
"Legolas… I…" She trailed off, looking at him. His ears didn't move at all, and there was still dry blood for he had not allowed himself to be treated. He was still deaf.
"Hear you I cannot." He whispered, looking ashamed. Naz only gestured for him to come closer.
"I want to give you something." He watched her lips carefully, forming each word mentally. "Close your eyes." Apprehensively, he did so. Nazglas sighed as she touched is forehead.
* Flashback *
"We must get to the ships!" A talk, regal elf yelled, gently pushing a female one forward. She was carrying two bundles, one of which cried.
"Hush, Ránaiel. You and your brother shall be safe."
There was a crash of lightning, and the mother fell, still protecting the twin bundles. The male, and presumably the father, fell right after. A tall, blonde elf knelt and scooped the two bundles up. A horrid grin split his face.
"Ah… my lucky day… two more…" His words drifted into a vicious language, and the two elf-lings went still and silent. He smiled and began a second spell when arrows began hailing him. "Damn! Brandir!" And he dropped the children and ran. The said elf ran forward and scooped the young ones into his arms.
"Another victory over that 'dark lord'. I wonder what he wished to do with these elf-lings."
*End Flashback *
Legolas felt tears well up behind his closed eyes. She had given him her memories.
"Wish something there was I could do for you I would." Nazglas smiled her secret smile and leaned forward, gently pulling him to sit next to him on the cot.
"There is." He looked at her, head cocked to one side as a sadness overtook him. She leaned forward more and kissed him. There was some hidden meaning behind it, one he had a feeling he knew. But, he allowed it to be ignored, focusing on the female now under him, and worshipping every second he had with her.
And grieving for what he knew he could not fight.
A/N- Yep, this is the last chapter before the epilog. Please review or I won't post the epilog and you all will have to suffer… muhhahhah!
"Help her can't you, please!"
"Legolas, calm down!" Elrond grabbed the young prince by the shoulders, forcing him to sit next to his father outside the medical room in Lothlórien. "I know you can read my lips, so do so. This is her choice to live or not, not our own." Legolas whimpered and muttered something in Quenya that no one heard… or could understand.
The lady Galadriel frowned when she saw the prince; her heart went out to him. "Help her please, you must!"
"And he shall do as much as he can, young Legolas." The blonde elf looked up, staring at Galadriel before lowering his eyes.
"Mind speak startle me. Forgive, please do." Galadriel closed the distance between herself and the distraught elf. The gray of his skin was an alarming contrast between her pale skin.
"There is no need for apology, Legolas. It was my intention." She sighed and gracefully moved to sit next to him. "She is at a crossroad, Legolas. It is her choice whither she is healed or not. She wishes to speak with you, though." The lady stood again, and Legolas followed her, leaving a confused crowd in their wake. Legolas would have found it funny that they did not hear her, but his mind was on more important matters.
"He is here, Nazglas." Galadriel gently nudged Legolas forward before stepping away. "I await your decision, my lady. Please, consider carefully." And she left as quietly as she had came.
"Legolas… I…" She trailed off, looking at him. His ears didn't move at all, and there was still dry blood for he had not allowed himself to be treated. He was still deaf.
"Hear you I cannot." He whispered, looking ashamed. Naz only gestured for him to come closer.
"I want to give you something." He watched her lips carefully, forming each word mentally. "Close your eyes." Apprehensively, he did so. Nazglas sighed as she touched is forehead.
* Flashback *
"We must get to the ships!" A talk, regal elf yelled, gently pushing a female one forward. She was carrying two bundles, one of which cried.
"Hush, Ránaiel. You and your brother shall be safe."
There was a crash of lightning, and the mother fell, still protecting the twin bundles. The male, and presumably the father, fell right after. A tall, blonde elf knelt and scooped the two bundles up. A horrid grin split his face.
"Ah… my lucky day… two more…" His words drifted into a vicious language, and the two elf-lings went still and silent. He smiled and began a second spell when arrows began hailing him. "Damn! Brandir!" And he dropped the children and ran. The said elf ran forward and scooped the young ones into his arms.
"Another victory over that 'dark lord'. I wonder what he wished to do with these elf-lings."
*End Flashback *
Legolas felt tears well up behind his closed eyes. She had given him her memories.
"Wish something there was I could do for you I would." Nazglas smiled her secret smile and leaned forward, gently pulling him to sit next to him on the cot.
"There is." He looked at her, head cocked to one side as a sadness overtook him. She leaned forward more and kissed him. There was some hidden meaning behind it, one he had a feeling he knew. But, he allowed it to be ignored, focusing on the female now under him, and worshipping every second he had with her.
And grieving for what he knew he could not fight.