Only Time will tell
Arwen Evenstar
Disclaimer: I don't own LotR, but I soon will! *evil laugh*
Note: OK, I know Elrond was a bit cruel in the last chapter, but I was at a loss for ideas. And I am sorry for any mistakes, but I'm only starting to study the history of Middle-Earth. *shrugs* I had absolutely no idea Legolas couldn't give up his immortality. Absolutely no idea. Well, I'll stop ranting and start the fic.
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Aragorn sighed. Elrond had just finished talking to him, trying to get him to convince Legolas to emerge from his room. But Aragorn clutched steadfastly to his belief that nothing could possibly convince Legolas to lighten up.
But why didn't he try? Just once? Aragorn sighed again. It was true, he could not deny his strong feelings for the Elf, but Aragorn loved Legolas like one of his own kin, no more. But is that really true? He asked himself. Do I only love him like a brother and no more? He couldn't decide what he felt. It was all so hopelessly confusing!
Aragorn figured he might as well try to cheer Legolas up. After all, he had absolutely nothing to lose, or so he thought. Grimly he marched to Legolas' room, pushed open the door without knocking, and gasped at what he saw.
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Legolas was sprawled on the bed, still as death. But he couldn't be dead, he just couldn't be! Aragorn cried out in anguish before he saw that the Elf was breathing: the rise and fall of his chest was hard to see, but it was there. Aragorn sighed in relief and sent a young Elf, Meg, to get Elrond.
"And hurry!" the Man called to Meg's retreating back. She nodded to acknowledge that she had heard, and quickened her pace. A short while later, Elrond appeared. The older Elf examined Legolas carefully to determine what could possibly be wrong, but found nothing. Aragorn watched in worry.
When Elrond turned to face Aragorn, he had a strange look on his face and his hand was clutched tightly around something.
"What? What is it? What did you find?" Aragorn nearly yelled.
Elrond opened his fist. Inside was a minute heart-shaped locket on a thin golden chain. When the locket opened, a note fluttered out, written shakily in the Elvish script. There was no denying it, that was Legolas' handwriting. Aragorn hesitated to open the note, but after a glance from Elrond, he began reading.
I'm sorry, Aragorn. I love you, and know you'll never feel the same. I'm sorry I had to do this… Good-bye. I'll always love you.
~Legolas
"But… I don't understand…" Aragorn stuttered.
"Neither do I. He can't be talking about suicide, because Elves are immortal, unless…" Elrond's sentence trailed off and his eyes grew wide. He bent over Legolas, doing something Aragorn could not see. When he straightened up, he had in his hand a limp bundle of herbs that Aragorn knew to be deadly to any and all that ate them, even Elves.
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AE: well, how was chapter 3? Please review, because if I don't get at least 3 good reviews, I won't continue.
Note: the herbs that Legolas ate that are deadly to whoever eats them are my idea. Yes, they do kill off Elves, even though Elves are supposed to be immortal. *shrugs* I'm at a loss for ideas here.
~Arwen