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"We will camp here tonight," said Gandalf and I leapt down from my steed. I was grateful that we had finally come to a halt, for I was weary.
"Will you go and get some water Legolas?" asked Gandalf. To tired to say no, I grabbed all of our waterskins, and walked out of the clearing.
"Legolas," came Aragorn's voice as he tossed me my bow and arrows. My pain had been replaced by anger so I didn't bother to thank him.
I didn't have to walk very far when I saw a slow moving stream ahead. I stooped down and saw my reflection in the rippling water. I looked pale, weak and confused. 'God what's happening to me?' I tore my gaze away from my reflection when I felt a pair of arms encircle my waist. Knowing who it was I pushed him away and began filling the waterskins.
"What's wrong Legolas?" Faramir asked, kneeling beside me.
I didn't know what to say. He cared for me obviously yes, and the question that had been running through my head all day came back. Did he love me the way I loved him? Then it all started up again. 'He loves you… he doesn't…'
"Do you love me?" I yelled in frustration.
"What?" asked Faramir.
"Do you love me?" I said slowly and clearly. He gaped at me.
"Honestly Legolas, who do you think I am? Of course I love you. I love you more than life itself."
I wanted to believe him, but that was what Aragorn had said to me all those years ago. Memories flashed across my vision, while the voices inside my head screamed at each other. 'He's not Aragorn…Yes but remember… Remember Legolas…'
"Stop!" I yelled, holding my head.
"Stop what?" asked Faramir, looking shocked.
"Stop everything!" I sobbed, breaking down completely. I knew he didn't know what I was talking about, but he did the one thing he could. He held me, as if I was about to fly into a million pieces at any second. And I just sat there, in my lover's arms and cried. I cried and cried until I couldn't cry anymore. But then the voices returned. 'Don't be a baby…' This time the second voice overpowered the first. 'This is where you truly belong Legolas…'
I believed it as Faramir pressed his lips to mine. I believed that he loved me, believed that he wouldn't leave me as Aragorn did. I believed that love was all I needed to repair the damage inside of me, to make me whole again.
"Feeling better?" asked Faramir, as he pulled away for air.
"Don't stop…" I whispered and he grinned before I seized his mouth again.
Distracted by my lover I didn't notice a black cloaked figure watching us from the trees. It grinned evilly before returning to the soft glow of our campfire.
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"We will camp here tonight," said Gandalf and I leapt down from my steed. I was grateful that we had finally come to a halt, for I was weary.
"Will you go and get some water Legolas?" asked Gandalf. To tired to say no, I grabbed all of our waterskins, and walked out of the clearing.
"Legolas," came Aragorn's voice as he tossed me my bow and arrows. My pain had been replaced by anger so I didn't bother to thank him.
I didn't have to walk very far when I saw a slow moving stream ahead. I stooped down and saw my reflection in the rippling water. I looked pale, weak and confused. 'God what's happening to me?' I tore my gaze away from my reflection when I felt a pair of arms encircle my waist. Knowing who it was I pushed him away and began filling the waterskins.
"What's wrong Legolas?" Faramir asked, kneeling beside me.
I didn't know what to say. He cared for me obviously yes, and the question that had been running through my head all day came back. Did he love me the way I loved him? Then it all started up again. 'He loves you… he doesn't…'
"Do you love me?" I yelled in frustration.
"What?" asked Faramir.
"Do you love me?" I said slowly and clearly. He gaped at me.
"Honestly Legolas, who do you think I am? Of course I love you. I love you more than life itself."
I wanted to believe him, but that was what Aragorn had said to me all those years ago. Memories flashed across my vision, while the voices inside my head screamed at each other. 'He's not Aragorn…Yes but remember… Remember Legolas…'
"Stop!" I yelled, holding my head.
"Stop what?" asked Faramir, looking shocked.
"Stop everything!" I sobbed, breaking down completely. I knew he didn't know what I was talking about, but he did the one thing he could. He held me, as if I was about to fly into a million pieces at any second. And I just sat there, in my lover's arms and cried. I cried and cried until I couldn't cry anymore. But then the voices returned. 'Don't be a baby…' This time the second voice overpowered the first. 'This is where you truly belong Legolas…'
I believed it as Faramir pressed his lips to mine. I believed that he loved me, believed that he wouldn't leave me as Aragorn did. I believed that love was all I needed to repair the damage inside of me, to make me whole again.
"Feeling better?" asked Faramir, as he pulled away for air.
"Don't stop…" I whispered and he grinned before I seized his mouth again.
Distracted by my lover I didn't notice a black cloaked figure watching us from the trees. It grinned evilly before returning to the soft glow of our campfire.