Disclaimer: nope, not mine, never mine
Author's notes: surprisingly, none! wait, actually i do have something: for those of you who haven't read the review i put for myself, it was ME the narrator who thought that Legolas looked like an old italian painting, not ARAGORN. And yes, jan, i DO know my geography AND the geography of Middle Earth *pout* hee hee jk, thanks for letting me know about my mistake. oh i'm writing this from a smokey, icky internet cafe, i can't wait till i get back to my own laptop!
Legolas wandered, cold and alone in the dark tunnel. Grotesque grinning faces leered at him from the darkness. He didn't know how long he had been wandering alone. He saw a bright light at the end of the tunnel, only the size of a pinpoint. Try as he might, he could not reach the light. Deep inside himself, somehow Legolas knew that reaching that light would mean that he was come out of the darkness and into the real world. But that was beyond his reach. He could not get to the light no matter how hard he tried. He sank down onto the cold hard floor, reaching his way to a wall and leaning against it. He put his head on his knees and closed his eyes. It was so dark. Darker than any dark that he had ever experienced. It made no differenced whether he closed his eys or opened them. The darkness only broke momentarily to show some sort of putried creatures reaching towards him. Legolas shuddered. Then, like the devil himself, Legolas saw a figure gliding towards him. Legolas shut his eyes again but the figure was imprinted inside his eyelids. He looked away. He couldn't look at the figure, that would fuck him up for life.
"Legolas, how are you?" asked the figure. It's voice was silky smooth like a snake's. Legolas swallowed hard, his mouth gone paper dry. It hurt his throat and Legolas blanched.
"Hello father."
@~}~~~
"How long is he going to stay like that?" asked Frodo to Aragorn. "Is he going to be all right?" Gandalf answered although the question was directed towards Aragorn for his head was still bowed over Legolas' still form.
"We do not know how long, Frodo," said Gandalf, gently. "All we can do is wait."
"How is he to defend himself?" asked Gimli. The others looked at him in confusion. Gimli frowned.
"Well, I'm not about to forsake this mission just for one elf," said Gimli, stubbornly.
"How can you say that?" shot Boromir. "Look at him. The least we can do is wait with him until he dies." Boromir shut his mouth quickly at the slip of his language.
"I mean until he wakes up," he corrected himself, hastily. Everyone but Aragorn believed that Legolas would not awaken again for it was past noon and he still had not moved a single finger.
"We are on a mission," said Gimli. "We are on a mission to destroy the one ring, not to babysit an elf."
"Well then, you go, but I'm staying," said Aragorn, his voice harsh. It was the first time he had spoken for a long time. The others looked at each other uneasily. They very well knew that this journey was pressing but they could not leave without Aragorn.
"The Fellowship is about protecting Frodo and the ring!" cried Gimli, not giving up.
"No!" said Gandalf in a commanding voice. "The Fellowship is about staying to gether and not giving up on one another." Silence pressed as heavily on the Fellowship as a thick fog.
"We will stay with Legolas until he awakens." Aragorn was glad that Gandalf made a point to sound as if he was sure that Legolas would awaken. He looked at Gandalf gratefully and saw that Gandalf was looking at him and Legolas with sadness. Aragorn was glad of that. He perferred sadness. Pity he wouldn't. Pity would have hurt. The others in the Fellowship ambled about, setting camp up again, sure that they would stay for a while. In the background, Aragorn could hear Gimli grumbling about something. Aragorn ignored the rest of the Fellowship and shut his eyes tightly, his mouth pursed. He put his hands over his ears to shut out the sound. For a second, he looked like the three monkeys that wouldn't acknowledge evil. Then Aragorn removed his hands from his ears and held Legolas' hands. Aragorn looked searchingly at his face, hoping he could catch a glimpse of life fluttering across his face but there as none.
"Legolas, can you hear me?" Aragorn whispered. "Wake up, please, Legolas. We need you." Only silence answered him.
Author's notes: surprisingly, none! wait, actually i do have something: for those of you who haven't read the review i put for myself, it was ME the narrator who thought that Legolas looked like an old italian painting, not ARAGORN. And yes, jan, i DO know my geography AND the geography of Middle Earth *pout* hee hee jk, thanks for letting me know about my mistake. oh i'm writing this from a smokey, icky internet cafe, i can't wait till i get back to my own laptop!
Legolas wandered, cold and alone in the dark tunnel. Grotesque grinning faces leered at him from the darkness. He didn't know how long he had been wandering alone. He saw a bright light at the end of the tunnel, only the size of a pinpoint. Try as he might, he could not reach the light. Deep inside himself, somehow Legolas knew that reaching that light would mean that he was come out of the darkness and into the real world. But that was beyond his reach. He could not get to the light no matter how hard he tried. He sank down onto the cold hard floor, reaching his way to a wall and leaning against it. He put his head on his knees and closed his eyes. It was so dark. Darker than any dark that he had ever experienced. It made no differenced whether he closed his eys or opened them. The darkness only broke momentarily to show some sort of putried creatures reaching towards him. Legolas shuddered. Then, like the devil himself, Legolas saw a figure gliding towards him. Legolas shut his eyes again but the figure was imprinted inside his eyelids. He looked away. He couldn't look at the figure, that would fuck him up for life.
"Legolas, how are you?" asked the figure. It's voice was silky smooth like a snake's. Legolas swallowed hard, his mouth gone paper dry. It hurt his throat and Legolas blanched.
"Hello father."
@~}~~~
"How long is he going to stay like that?" asked Frodo to Aragorn. "Is he going to be all right?" Gandalf answered although the question was directed towards Aragorn for his head was still bowed over Legolas' still form.
"We do not know how long, Frodo," said Gandalf, gently. "All we can do is wait."
"How is he to defend himself?" asked Gimli. The others looked at him in confusion. Gimli frowned.
"Well, I'm not about to forsake this mission just for one elf," said Gimli, stubbornly.
"How can you say that?" shot Boromir. "Look at him. The least we can do is wait with him until he dies." Boromir shut his mouth quickly at the slip of his language.
"I mean until he wakes up," he corrected himself, hastily. Everyone but Aragorn believed that Legolas would not awaken again for it was past noon and he still had not moved a single finger.
"We are on a mission," said Gimli. "We are on a mission to destroy the one ring, not to babysit an elf."
"Well then, you go, but I'm staying," said Aragorn, his voice harsh. It was the first time he had spoken for a long time. The others looked at each other uneasily. They very well knew that this journey was pressing but they could not leave without Aragorn.
"The Fellowship is about protecting Frodo and the ring!" cried Gimli, not giving up.
"No!" said Gandalf in a commanding voice. "The Fellowship is about staying to gether and not giving up on one another." Silence pressed as heavily on the Fellowship as a thick fog.
"We will stay with Legolas until he awakens." Aragorn was glad that Gandalf made a point to sound as if he was sure that Legolas would awaken. He looked at Gandalf gratefully and saw that Gandalf was looking at him and Legolas with sadness. Aragorn was glad of that. He perferred sadness. Pity he wouldn't. Pity would have hurt. The others in the Fellowship ambled about, setting camp up again, sure that they would stay for a while. In the background, Aragorn could hear Gimli grumbling about something. Aragorn ignored the rest of the Fellowship and shut his eyes tightly, his mouth pursed. He put his hands over his ears to shut out the sound. For a second, he looked like the three monkeys that wouldn't acknowledge evil. Then Aragorn removed his hands from his ears and held Legolas' hands. Aragorn looked searchingly at his face, hoping he could catch a glimpse of life fluttering across his face but there as none.
"Legolas, can you hear me?" Aragorn whispered. "Wake up, please, Legolas. We need you." Only silence answered him.