The second part, what is Legolas doing?
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They were resting just outside the big forest Fangorn. Aragorn and Gimli were sleeping for it was Legolas turn to watch. Completely still and barely breathing the elf looked as if he were carved of ivory. He relied on his elven hearing to notice anything that could endanger what was left of the fellowship.
He hated those quiet moments because those were the times when he couldn't banish the memories. During the day the exhausting chase and the desperate search left him not much time to think, but as soon as they stopped talking and prepared to sleep his mind seemed to wake up. Night after night he saw her in his dreams, heard her voice telling him that he was a special person and saw her standing in Rivendell crying for her lost love. In other dreams he held her close heard her whispers of love as he touched her body and felt the tremors that run through her as a response to his lovemaking. Night after night he woke up soaked with sweat after dreaming of her falling under the orc arrows that were destined for him. Her last words were engraved in his mind forever. 'Thank you for loving me!'
When Galadriel had told him, that Serena wasn't dead but back in her world hope had flared up in his heart. Hope that one day she would find a way back to middle-earth, back to him and that this day wasn't too far away. Legolas knew that she loved him and he was sure that she would try to come back to him. But with every step he took away from the golden woods this hope had diminished. After Boromir's death and the hobbit's capture his greatest hope had turned into his worst nightmare. Now he hoped that she would never come back, for he didn't want her to face the darkness that seemed to spread over middle-earth.
'When I am with you, I feel as if I have found a piece of heaven I can keep.' Legolas almost jumped up as he heard her voice so close and so real next to him. "Serena" his own voice trembled as hope and fear mingled in his mind. But there was nobody standing in the fog and the elf sat down again shaking.
An hour later he woke Aragorn, who looked at him with concern in his eyes. He hadn't slept well and had heard the whispered exclamation. "Are you ok Legolas?" Smiling sadly the elf nodded. "I heard her voice. But it was only the wind."
Gently touching the other's shoulder Aragorn didn't let his worry show. "Try to sleep, I know you elves don't need as much sleep as we, but you hardly slept since Moira." Again the sad smile appeared on the beautiful face as he sat down and took his sleeping position.
The ranger stared into the fog that had started to wrap the forest. He felt weary himself, the restless hunt draining his energy and the burden of leadership felt heavy on his shoulders. They had already lost so many. Gandalf, Boromir, the hobbits and Serena, who was lost for them even if she was still alive. A sudden movement in the fog was visible and Aragorn unsheated his sword waking the others with hisses. Within seconds the three stood there ready to fight, but it was only an old man that walked towards them. Aragorn called him, but as he had appeared in the fog he disappeared again. "Saruman" Gimli's grumpy voice held more than a bit fear and in the same moment they heard loud stomps as their horses ran away.
They looked at each other and suddenly the darkness of the night seemed deeper and dangerous.
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What do you think so far? Do you like it? Please R+R!
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They were resting just outside the big forest Fangorn. Aragorn and Gimli were sleeping for it was Legolas turn to watch. Completely still and barely breathing the elf looked as if he were carved of ivory. He relied on his elven hearing to notice anything that could endanger what was left of the fellowship.
He hated those quiet moments because those were the times when he couldn't banish the memories. During the day the exhausting chase and the desperate search left him not much time to think, but as soon as they stopped talking and prepared to sleep his mind seemed to wake up. Night after night he saw her in his dreams, heard her voice telling him that he was a special person and saw her standing in Rivendell crying for her lost love. In other dreams he held her close heard her whispers of love as he touched her body and felt the tremors that run through her as a response to his lovemaking. Night after night he woke up soaked with sweat after dreaming of her falling under the orc arrows that were destined for him. Her last words were engraved in his mind forever. 'Thank you for loving me!'
When Galadriel had told him, that Serena wasn't dead but back in her world hope had flared up in his heart. Hope that one day she would find a way back to middle-earth, back to him and that this day wasn't too far away. Legolas knew that she loved him and he was sure that she would try to come back to him. But with every step he took away from the golden woods this hope had diminished. After Boromir's death and the hobbit's capture his greatest hope had turned into his worst nightmare. Now he hoped that she would never come back, for he didn't want her to face the darkness that seemed to spread over middle-earth.
'When I am with you, I feel as if I have found a piece of heaven I can keep.' Legolas almost jumped up as he heard her voice so close and so real next to him. "Serena" his own voice trembled as hope and fear mingled in his mind. But there was nobody standing in the fog and the elf sat down again shaking.
An hour later he woke Aragorn, who looked at him with concern in his eyes. He hadn't slept well and had heard the whispered exclamation. "Are you ok Legolas?" Smiling sadly the elf nodded. "I heard her voice. But it was only the wind."
Gently touching the other's shoulder Aragorn didn't let his worry show. "Try to sleep, I know you elves don't need as much sleep as we, but you hardly slept since Moira." Again the sad smile appeared on the beautiful face as he sat down and took his sleeping position.
The ranger stared into the fog that had started to wrap the forest. He felt weary himself, the restless hunt draining his energy and the burden of leadership felt heavy on his shoulders. They had already lost so many. Gandalf, Boromir, the hobbits and Serena, who was lost for them even if she was still alive. A sudden movement in the fog was visible and Aragorn unsheated his sword waking the others with hisses. Within seconds the three stood there ready to fight, but it was only an old man that walked towards them. Aragorn called him, but as he had appeared in the fog he disappeared again. "Saruman" Gimli's grumpy voice held more than a bit fear and in the same moment they heard loud stomps as their horses ran away.
They looked at each other and suddenly the darkness of the night seemed deeper and dangerous.
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What do you think so far? Do you like it? Please R+R!