A/n: I am so, so sorry if this makes you cry. I'm NOT BEING VAIN…. I was listening to something called 'Aeris's theme' and those game freaks out there would know it is a very, sad thing if it has to do with Aeris…. I am so, so sorry…

DON'T OWN ANY CHARACTERS

THIS IS A FLASHBACK LEGOLAS HAS WHEN HIS ELVISH AGE IS EQUAL TO THAT OF 17 IN HUMAN YEARS!!! I think that's 1700…not sure…

Tears rolled down Legolas's cheek as he placed his hand gently on the stone tomb, tracing the delicate names of his parents. A sob escaped his throat as he sank to the floor, the memories coming back…his mothers gentle smile and way she could make him feel safe, the way his father's laugh could make even the crankiest of children beam at him adoringly…

'Why did it have to happen to you, you were so good to everyone…and this is what happens!'?

Legolas stood up, staring around the dark and unkept room.

'YOU DID NOTHING WRONG, AND THEY KILLED YOU!!!! THEY'RE HATRED, THEY'RE HATRED FOR OUR KIND DROVE THEM TO COLD BLOODED MURDER'

His voice broke as his hair fell into his face; clinging to his pale, wet cheeks.

'THEY THINK THEY WERE RIGHT DOING THIS?  DO THEY THINK THEY'RE BIG SHOTS, MURDERING TWO UNARMED, GENTLE SOULS? THEY WERE LOOKING FOR ME, AND YOU WOULDN'T TELL THEM WHERE I WAS, YOU'RE BRAVENESS AND LOVE FOR ME KILLED YOU!!!!… I killed you, Mom, Dad…'

'I'm never going to see you again, never hear you laugh, see you're smile, watch you look so happy together…'

He painfully shut his eyes hoping to stop the torment of his parent's shocked faces when he had found them murdered, many years ago…

'WHY?'

He chocked on his sobs, the hatred overpowering him as he turned to the door of the tomb.

'I'LL KILL EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEY'RE KIND…THEY HAD NO RIGHT!!!'

His eyes blazed angrily as he greeted the dead night sky.

'I'll kill every single person in Gondor that I have to, until they realise the torture and suffering I GOT THROUGH EVERY DAY!!!!!'

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He hastily pushed into the overgrowth angrily pushing the branches away from him until at last he came to the small tomb where his parents had been laid to rest. Opening the door, he pushed into he dark room and quietly walked over to his mother's coffin.

'He's here, here's my chance to avenge you're death… He even looks like his father. It will be easier to think of Arathorn and not Aragorn…'

He strode over to his father and pulling out one of his arrows from the pack on his back, Legolas placed it gently onto the stone lid of his father's coffin.

'I wanted to be like you, father…I still do, and wish every day YOU were here to tell me what to do. I don't know why, but something about him isn't the same as Arathorn… Is that a bad thing or a good thing?'

His eyes, which could see through the black light of the tomb, spotted a small flower, dried up on the floor. He walked over and picked it up.

'I will do this, for both of YOU!'

He crushed the flower in his hand and let it fall, crumpled to the floor.

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