So many reviews, reviews, reviews… you are making me very happy with the great
feedback I receive here!!!
Thank you to all my most faithful readers!!! I might reach the 300 mark soon … :-)
As so many of you once more requested a quick update I will once more post a short
chapter… I hope this keeps you from doing all this painful things you threatened to
do to yourselves…
Oh, and to keep a certain elf save from a certain (insane) reader I will give Calenuial
a new identity and hide him somewhere in Middle Earth. :-)
Special thanks as always to Little My, my beta reader !!!
So, a little bit to read for you… and do not hesitate to use the review button…
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Calenuial slipped into the room without a sound. The healer keeping a silent watch
over the sleeping elf only acknowledged his presence when he stood almost next to
him. With a short gesture, the elven warrior ordered him to leave the room. Had it
been anyone else the healer would have refused, but knowing Calenuial and his
close friendship with Legolas well, he relented. When the door had closed behind
him, the elf sat down in the vacated seat.
His eyes took in Legolas, his still pale face and vacant eyes. He seemed to be deeply
asleep and this calmed Calenuial a bit. He had found no rest, and his desire to see
his friend had grown ever stronger. Sitting here he could finally relax, knowing
Legolas was safe and obviously better.
With patience only known to those who had lived for a long time, he waited. Only a
few times someone else came in to check on the sleeping elf, but none of them
stayed for long. He had time enough to think over all he had come to know, and
what he was going to do.
He remained there, hardly moving with his eyes fixed on his friend, for a long time
until the slightest stirring told him Legolas was starting to wake. Only then did he
move, leaning forward and looking intently at Legolas. He was blinking slowly, a sign
he was leaving the world of elven dreams.
He waited, smiling as the eyes slowly focused, but the smile slipped from his face
when he heard his friend mumble a word.
'Gimli?'
Anger surged through Calenuial that he would call for the dwarf. But he kept his
features under control so as not to betray his emotions while the dark eyes slowly
focused on him.
'Welcome back, my friend,' he spoke softly. 'How do you fare?'
For a moment Legolas' look was blank, then an unnamed emotion passed over his
face.
'I feel well,' he answered. His eyes searched the room, only to find they were alone.
'I wished to speak to you ere anybody else could,' Calenuial explained upon seeing
his slight confusion. 'Is there anything you require?'
'Nay, thank you.' Legolas' voice was a bit weaker than usual, and his face still had a
grayish tinge. But his eyes seemed clear and alert, and this relieved his friend more
than anything else. It seemed that Legolas' mind was still whole.
'What is it that you wish to speak to me about?' Legolas' voice broke his musings.
'There are some guests here that claim to be your friends. I want to make sure that
they are welcome here.'
Legolas blinked, slight confusion in his eyes.
'Who would that be?' he asked after a few moments of silence.
'Mithrandir. King Elessar of Gondor. King Eomer of Rohan.'
A smile had started to form on Legolas' face. He knew not when or how they had
come as he still refused to let any memories surface, but he was pleased to know
they were here.
'Prince Faramir of Ithilien. And Gimli the dwarf.'
There was an undeniable disgust in the way Calenuial spoke the last name, and a
scowl appeared on Legolas' face. But he did not comment on it.
'They are all welcome, as you know very well. Is anybody else here?'
'Nay. But are you sure you wish to see all of them?' Something in the way Calenuial
looked at him made Legolas uneasy. There was something, something he should
remember, but he could feel panic rise with the memory.
'Yes, I am sure,' he spoke. 'They are good and trusted friends.'
A snort from Calenuial only heightened his confusion.
'What is it?' he asked, annoyance creeping into his own voice now. 'Why would you
doubt my friends when you do not even know them?'
'I know enough for I have seen the consequences of their actions.' Calenuial's eyes
were flaring now. His hand pulled back the blanket covering Legolas, and he was too
surprised to stop him. An accusing finger pointed at the white bandage wrapped
tightly around Legolas' torso.
'Have you forgotten how you came by this wound?' he hissed.
For a long moment Legolas simply stared at the bandage, his mind blank. He did not
wish to remember, but like a flash a memory passed by. Gimli, angry. An argument.
Pain. He tried to fight it, but when the shield broke there was no holding back
anymore. With a crash it all came back, washing over and almost drowning him. He
gasped, doubling over, and for a moment Calenuial knew true fear. His hands came
to rest upon Legolas' shoulders as he tried to calm his distraught friend, not knowing
what it was that ailed him.
He did not hear the door open behind him, did not notice someone else in the room
until Amayn was there next to him, her arms wrapping around Legolas. He took a
step sideways, breaking his contact with Legolas, watching with a heavily beating
heart as the Queen held the trembling body. Legolas made no sound, but his face
was distorted as if in pain as he tried to deal with what his memory revealed. The
images conjured up by the creature mixed with true memories, and he could not
discern what had been real and what was not.
Legolas sat there, unmoving, for a long time, Amayn never letting go of him. She had
hoped his memory would return, but slowly so he could deal with it. The onslaught
was too much for him to digest at once.
Calenuial stood, his hands clenched into fists. He could see his friend's distress, but
he was no healer and had no means of knowing the reason for it. All he knew was
that he himself had caused it, with so little as mentioning Gimli and what he had
done. Anger, worse than ever before, boiled in him. He was honest enough to take
part of the blame of this, but the real guilty one was the dwarf. What had he done to
Legolas that would cause so much pain to his friend?
He left the room unnoticed, seething.
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Once more Gimli had taken some distance from the group, feeling no desire for
company. His fears were growing the more time passed without them being allowed
to see their friend.
He had taken a seat below one of the mighty trees, trying not to think of what might
be. Legolas had awoken but no one had told them yet if he would recover
completely. What if he didn't? He would never get the chance to make amends for his
behavior. And even if he did recover, would he still consider Gimli a friend? It hurt to
imagine the elf turning away from him, no matter that he would deserve it.
The sound of approaching steps made him raise his head. Hope filled him for maybe
finally someone came to tell them something new. It was Calenuial, but the
expression on the elf's face made his heart drop. It was darkened by emotion that
Gimli could not immediately identify. Fear clenched his heart of what he was about to
hear as Gimli got to his feet.
feedback I receive here!!!
Thank you to all my most faithful readers!!! I might reach the 300 mark soon … :-)
As so many of you once more requested a quick update I will once more post a short
chapter… I hope this keeps you from doing all this painful things you threatened to
do to yourselves…
Oh, and to keep a certain elf save from a certain (insane) reader I will give Calenuial
a new identity and hide him somewhere in Middle Earth. :-)
Special thanks as always to Little My, my beta reader !!!
So, a little bit to read for you… and do not hesitate to use the review button…
___
Calenuial slipped into the room without a sound. The healer keeping a silent watch
over the sleeping elf only acknowledged his presence when he stood almost next to
him. With a short gesture, the elven warrior ordered him to leave the room. Had it
been anyone else the healer would have refused, but knowing Calenuial and his
close friendship with Legolas well, he relented. When the door had closed behind
him, the elf sat down in the vacated seat.
His eyes took in Legolas, his still pale face and vacant eyes. He seemed to be deeply
asleep and this calmed Calenuial a bit. He had found no rest, and his desire to see
his friend had grown ever stronger. Sitting here he could finally relax, knowing
Legolas was safe and obviously better.
With patience only known to those who had lived for a long time, he waited. Only a
few times someone else came in to check on the sleeping elf, but none of them
stayed for long. He had time enough to think over all he had come to know, and
what he was going to do.
He remained there, hardly moving with his eyes fixed on his friend, for a long time
until the slightest stirring told him Legolas was starting to wake. Only then did he
move, leaning forward and looking intently at Legolas. He was blinking slowly, a sign
he was leaving the world of elven dreams.
He waited, smiling as the eyes slowly focused, but the smile slipped from his face
when he heard his friend mumble a word.
'Gimli?'
Anger surged through Calenuial that he would call for the dwarf. But he kept his
features under control so as not to betray his emotions while the dark eyes slowly
focused on him.
'Welcome back, my friend,' he spoke softly. 'How do you fare?'
For a moment Legolas' look was blank, then an unnamed emotion passed over his
face.
'I feel well,' he answered. His eyes searched the room, only to find they were alone.
'I wished to speak to you ere anybody else could,' Calenuial explained upon seeing
his slight confusion. 'Is there anything you require?'
'Nay, thank you.' Legolas' voice was a bit weaker than usual, and his face still had a
grayish tinge. But his eyes seemed clear and alert, and this relieved his friend more
than anything else. It seemed that Legolas' mind was still whole.
'What is it that you wish to speak to me about?' Legolas' voice broke his musings.
'There are some guests here that claim to be your friends. I want to make sure that
they are welcome here.'
Legolas blinked, slight confusion in his eyes.
'Who would that be?' he asked after a few moments of silence.
'Mithrandir. King Elessar of Gondor. King Eomer of Rohan.'
A smile had started to form on Legolas' face. He knew not when or how they had
come as he still refused to let any memories surface, but he was pleased to know
they were here.
'Prince Faramir of Ithilien. And Gimli the dwarf.'
There was an undeniable disgust in the way Calenuial spoke the last name, and a
scowl appeared on Legolas' face. But he did not comment on it.
'They are all welcome, as you know very well. Is anybody else here?'
'Nay. But are you sure you wish to see all of them?' Something in the way Calenuial
looked at him made Legolas uneasy. There was something, something he should
remember, but he could feel panic rise with the memory.
'Yes, I am sure,' he spoke. 'They are good and trusted friends.'
A snort from Calenuial only heightened his confusion.
'What is it?' he asked, annoyance creeping into his own voice now. 'Why would you
doubt my friends when you do not even know them?'
'I know enough for I have seen the consequences of their actions.' Calenuial's eyes
were flaring now. His hand pulled back the blanket covering Legolas, and he was too
surprised to stop him. An accusing finger pointed at the white bandage wrapped
tightly around Legolas' torso.
'Have you forgotten how you came by this wound?' he hissed.
For a long moment Legolas simply stared at the bandage, his mind blank. He did not
wish to remember, but like a flash a memory passed by. Gimli, angry. An argument.
Pain. He tried to fight it, but when the shield broke there was no holding back
anymore. With a crash it all came back, washing over and almost drowning him. He
gasped, doubling over, and for a moment Calenuial knew true fear. His hands came
to rest upon Legolas' shoulders as he tried to calm his distraught friend, not knowing
what it was that ailed him.
He did not hear the door open behind him, did not notice someone else in the room
until Amayn was there next to him, her arms wrapping around Legolas. He took a
step sideways, breaking his contact with Legolas, watching with a heavily beating
heart as the Queen held the trembling body. Legolas made no sound, but his face
was distorted as if in pain as he tried to deal with what his memory revealed. The
images conjured up by the creature mixed with true memories, and he could not
discern what had been real and what was not.
Legolas sat there, unmoving, for a long time, Amayn never letting go of him. She had
hoped his memory would return, but slowly so he could deal with it. The onslaught
was too much for him to digest at once.
Calenuial stood, his hands clenched into fists. He could see his friend's distress, but
he was no healer and had no means of knowing the reason for it. All he knew was
that he himself had caused it, with so little as mentioning Gimli and what he had
done. Anger, worse than ever before, boiled in him. He was honest enough to take
part of the blame of this, but the real guilty one was the dwarf. What had he done to
Legolas that would cause so much pain to his friend?
He left the room unnoticed, seething.
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Once more Gimli had taken some distance from the group, feeling no desire for
company. His fears were growing the more time passed without them being allowed
to see their friend.
He had taken a seat below one of the mighty trees, trying not to think of what might
be. Legolas had awoken but no one had told them yet if he would recover
completely. What if he didn't? He would never get the chance to make amends for his
behavior. And even if he did recover, would he still consider Gimli a friend? It hurt to
imagine the elf turning away from him, no matter that he would deserve it.
The sound of approaching steps made him raise his head. Hope filled him for maybe
finally someone came to tell them something new. It was Calenuial, but the
expression on the elf's face made his heart drop. It was darkened by emotion that
Gimli could not immediately identify. Fear clenched his heart of what he was about to
hear as Gimli got to his feet.