Disclaimer: Ahh, you should know that the minute I know where to get
Legolas' body, I'll run, not walk, to where I can get it. Hee hee.in other
words, nobody is mine *sigh*
Author's Notes: It's going to be depressing but if you're up for it, I think you'll like it.
"Stop," muttered Legolas, thrashing about in his sleep. Aragorn crossed the camp and looked upon him in concern. Legolas was sweating and was obviously in a lot of discomfort.
"Legolas," whispered Aragorn. He gently shook the blond elf awake. Legolas woke up with a jolt and sat up. He was breathing hard and Aragorn noticed something disturbing. There was a long cut running along his forearm that was not there the day before. He gently fingered the cut.
"Legolas, I don't believe we fought at all today or yesterday," said Aragorn, as nonchalantly as possible. Legolas quickly repositioned himself so that the cut was hidden from Aragorn's view.
"It's really late or really early," he whispered. "Either way we both need sleep." Aragorn, knowing when not to push someone, nodded and went back to sleep but Legolas founds his thoughts somewhere and most definitely not at sleep. It was a recurring nightmare that he had since he was just a young boy. He could barely remember visions, just feelings. The feelings were as vivid as if they were happening to him right now. He shivered as the cold night breeze menacingly whirled around Legolas. He knew that in his dream he was terrified. There was an awful pain. Legolas knew that if he thought hard enough, he would be able to figure out what it was about. The problem was that he wished not to remember. He only wished to go back to sleep so that in the morning he and the Fellowship could continue on their way. He slowly fell asleep, unaware that the nightmare demon would rise again.
"No, don't," cried Legolas. But he wasn't Legolas. He felt detached from himself and vaguely somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that this was a dream. He watched himself from outside his body as if he were a ghost. Another clue that this was a dream was the fact that Legolas was watching himself when he was only a little boy. A huge monster, a giant, came striding up. No matter how hard he tried, Legolas could not see the face of the giant. But he could see the face of himself and he could see that he was terrified.
"Who do you think you are?" boomed the voice. Legolas winced. He knew that voice. Later he would completely recognize it but for right now, he decided not to remember it. He watched in horror as the giant struck the innocent little Legolas. His lip started to bleed and it swelled up like a blackberry.
"You killed your own mother!" Legolas tried to reach the little Legolas but found that he could not move his arms. Again and again, the little Legolas was struck until he collapsed upon a milky white marble floor, almost gray compared to the little Legolas' complexion. Legolas started to cry for him. Tears ran down his face as the little one did not stir. For a second, Legolas wondered if he was dead but then soon chastised himself. If little Legolas was dead, then he would be alive either. Legolas could do nothing but pray that this dream would end.....that it would end soon.
*I'm hoping that this story would be different from the usual, ah, you know what's coming next. Please R&R, you won't believe how happy it makes me when I see that I get reviews! As happy as I am whenever I see Legolas' body! Thanks for reading. Hugs @~}~~
Author's Notes: It's going to be depressing but if you're up for it, I think you'll like it.
"Stop," muttered Legolas, thrashing about in his sleep. Aragorn crossed the camp and looked upon him in concern. Legolas was sweating and was obviously in a lot of discomfort.
"Legolas," whispered Aragorn. He gently shook the blond elf awake. Legolas woke up with a jolt and sat up. He was breathing hard and Aragorn noticed something disturbing. There was a long cut running along his forearm that was not there the day before. He gently fingered the cut.
"Legolas, I don't believe we fought at all today or yesterday," said Aragorn, as nonchalantly as possible. Legolas quickly repositioned himself so that the cut was hidden from Aragorn's view.
"It's really late or really early," he whispered. "Either way we both need sleep." Aragorn, knowing when not to push someone, nodded and went back to sleep but Legolas founds his thoughts somewhere and most definitely not at sleep. It was a recurring nightmare that he had since he was just a young boy. He could barely remember visions, just feelings. The feelings were as vivid as if they were happening to him right now. He shivered as the cold night breeze menacingly whirled around Legolas. He knew that in his dream he was terrified. There was an awful pain. Legolas knew that if he thought hard enough, he would be able to figure out what it was about. The problem was that he wished not to remember. He only wished to go back to sleep so that in the morning he and the Fellowship could continue on their way. He slowly fell asleep, unaware that the nightmare demon would rise again.
"No, don't," cried Legolas. But he wasn't Legolas. He felt detached from himself and vaguely somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that this was a dream. He watched himself from outside his body as if he were a ghost. Another clue that this was a dream was the fact that Legolas was watching himself when he was only a little boy. A huge monster, a giant, came striding up. No matter how hard he tried, Legolas could not see the face of the giant. But he could see the face of himself and he could see that he was terrified.
"Who do you think you are?" boomed the voice. Legolas winced. He knew that voice. Later he would completely recognize it but for right now, he decided not to remember it. He watched in horror as the giant struck the innocent little Legolas. His lip started to bleed and it swelled up like a blackberry.
"You killed your own mother!" Legolas tried to reach the little Legolas but found that he could not move his arms. Again and again, the little Legolas was struck until he collapsed upon a milky white marble floor, almost gray compared to the little Legolas' complexion. Legolas started to cry for him. Tears ran down his face as the little one did not stir. For a second, Legolas wondered if he was dead but then soon chastised himself. If little Legolas was dead, then he would be alive either. Legolas could do nothing but pray that this dream would end.....that it would end soon.
*I'm hoping that this story would be different from the usual, ah, you know what's coming next. Please R&R, you won't believe how happy it makes me when I see that I get reviews! As happy as I am whenever I see Legolas' body! Thanks for reading. Hugs @~}~~