Disclaimer: More of Legolas' mother in this chapter. Isn't she quite the
heroine splashing out onto the screen like that, her very first debut too
in my fics. Well, lucky ducky for her, I don't own anything else as you
all probably know by now...
Author's Notes: My story is slowly starting to wind down to a close. But take heart my dear fans (hee hee, I still like to imagine that I have a lot of fans...) another story is currently underway and I hope you guys will check it out. I'm planning on it to be much longer and less depressing, maybe. I dun know yet but yeah, we'll see how things go.
"Come along, Leggy," his mother said.
That nickname spurred a million memories inside Legolas' mind. He suddenly remembered his mother baking a large birthday cake for him, his mother reading aloud a book to him in front of a warm fire, playing games together, Legolas now remembered everything. Most importantly, he knew how much his mother loved him.
Legolas and his mother finally stopped and Legolas carefully examined his surroundings. They were outdoors, that was clear. But was it a garden or a forest? Legolas decided that it was a marvelously wild garden. The garden seemed full of life and the wind carried the sweet scent of lavender and roses and vanilla. The grass was plush beneath Legolas' battered feet and the air was warm. Legolas' mother seemed to know this place well and she bent down to greet every flower, cradling their petally heads in her arms as if they were children.
"Mother," said Legolas. "Where is this place?"
"This is my home now, Legolas," answered his mother. "This garden is a place between your realm of living and the realm of the dead and the realm of the gods."
"It sounds quite uncomfortable," said Legolas, hesitantly. His mother laughed.
"Oh, it's not bad, Legolas. It does take some getting used to but it's safe here. Safer then any place, I bet."
"Do you live here by yourself? Don't you ever get lonely?"
"I have my flowers to keep me company. And if I wish, I may look upon your doings, Legolas, back in the realm of living."
She led Legolas to what appeared to be a marble statue. It was the statue of a graceful lady looking down, smiling pleasantly. Her milky white stone robes fell to the ground in silky drapes and she held a round, silver disk. Legolas at once felt drawn to the statue but afraid of it too. Legolas' mother smiled lovingly at the statue.
"This is Aphrodene, my eyes for your world." She passed a delicate hand over the disk and the disk, to Legolas' amazement, clouded then on the surface showed none other but Middle- Earth and its inhabitants.
"With a little practice you can view one person in particular. For me it was you."
Legolas nodded, his eyes still fixed on Aphrodene.
"It was a gift from Galadriel. She took pity on me, she thought I might get lonesome by myself here. I'm glad she did although at the time I tried not to accept the gift."
"Why did you have to leave?" asked Legolas.
"It was the Lord and Lady's will. You know that no one can go against what they decide is right. You know that, Legolas."
"Then I have another question. What did I do to.Thranduil?"
Legolas felt that it was wrong to call Thranduil father. He was never a father and he ever would be, at least to Legolas.
"You defeated him," said Legolas' mother, her eyes shining happily. "You did not kill him for that would be disastrous. No matter how much you did not like him, Legolas, he still is your blood father. No, you did something better. You banished him to a distant and lonely place where he will stay until he has truly learned his lesson and decides to renew his ways. But I'm sure that that will be a very long time."
"It hurts, Mother," whispered Legolas. "I try to forget it but it stays there all the same."
Legolas saw that his mother had tears in her eyes.
"I'll help the pain Legolas," she said. "But I cannot guarantee that it will make you let go of the pain completely."
Legolas nodded. He put his faith in his mother.
Aragorn did not know when he had lapsed into the habit of talking to Legolas. He just sat there for hours, talking to Legolas about everyday things and about things that were happening and how he was feeling.
"I feel so bad, Legolas," said Aragorn. "I didn't mean to hurt Gimli but he made me so mad. Everything does." Only Legolas' slight rise and fall of his chest answered Aragorn.
"Will you ever come back?" asked Aragorn. "You'll still be my friend whether you do or not."
"Aragorn?" questioned a gruff voice. Aragorn turned to see that it was none other then Gimli. Gimli stood there, looking sheepish.
"I'm sorry," he finally said, simply. Aragorn understood.
"I'm sorry too," Aragorn answered, quietly. They stood there like that, both looking at Legolas, one praying that Legolas would awaken, the other relieved that the tension in the air had finally evaporated.
*Ahhh, friends will always be friends. Gimli so not annoying in this chapter....don't worry, Aragorn's wait will not be in vain..
Author's Notes: My story is slowly starting to wind down to a close. But take heart my dear fans (hee hee, I still like to imagine that I have a lot of fans...) another story is currently underway and I hope you guys will check it out. I'm planning on it to be much longer and less depressing, maybe. I dun know yet but yeah, we'll see how things go.
"Come along, Leggy," his mother said.
That nickname spurred a million memories inside Legolas' mind. He suddenly remembered his mother baking a large birthday cake for him, his mother reading aloud a book to him in front of a warm fire, playing games together, Legolas now remembered everything. Most importantly, he knew how much his mother loved him.
Legolas and his mother finally stopped and Legolas carefully examined his surroundings. They were outdoors, that was clear. But was it a garden or a forest? Legolas decided that it was a marvelously wild garden. The garden seemed full of life and the wind carried the sweet scent of lavender and roses and vanilla. The grass was plush beneath Legolas' battered feet and the air was warm. Legolas' mother seemed to know this place well and she bent down to greet every flower, cradling their petally heads in her arms as if they were children.
"Mother," said Legolas. "Where is this place?"
"This is my home now, Legolas," answered his mother. "This garden is a place between your realm of living and the realm of the dead and the realm of the gods."
"It sounds quite uncomfortable," said Legolas, hesitantly. His mother laughed.
"Oh, it's not bad, Legolas. It does take some getting used to but it's safe here. Safer then any place, I bet."
"Do you live here by yourself? Don't you ever get lonely?"
"I have my flowers to keep me company. And if I wish, I may look upon your doings, Legolas, back in the realm of living."
She led Legolas to what appeared to be a marble statue. It was the statue of a graceful lady looking down, smiling pleasantly. Her milky white stone robes fell to the ground in silky drapes and she held a round, silver disk. Legolas at once felt drawn to the statue but afraid of it too. Legolas' mother smiled lovingly at the statue.
"This is Aphrodene, my eyes for your world." She passed a delicate hand over the disk and the disk, to Legolas' amazement, clouded then on the surface showed none other but Middle- Earth and its inhabitants.
"With a little practice you can view one person in particular. For me it was you."
Legolas nodded, his eyes still fixed on Aphrodene.
"It was a gift from Galadriel. She took pity on me, she thought I might get lonesome by myself here. I'm glad she did although at the time I tried not to accept the gift."
"Why did you have to leave?" asked Legolas.
"It was the Lord and Lady's will. You know that no one can go against what they decide is right. You know that, Legolas."
"Then I have another question. What did I do to.Thranduil?"
Legolas felt that it was wrong to call Thranduil father. He was never a father and he ever would be, at least to Legolas.
"You defeated him," said Legolas' mother, her eyes shining happily. "You did not kill him for that would be disastrous. No matter how much you did not like him, Legolas, he still is your blood father. No, you did something better. You banished him to a distant and lonely place where he will stay until he has truly learned his lesson and decides to renew his ways. But I'm sure that that will be a very long time."
"It hurts, Mother," whispered Legolas. "I try to forget it but it stays there all the same."
Legolas saw that his mother had tears in her eyes.
"I'll help the pain Legolas," she said. "But I cannot guarantee that it will make you let go of the pain completely."
Legolas nodded. He put his faith in his mother.
Aragorn did not know when he had lapsed into the habit of talking to Legolas. He just sat there for hours, talking to Legolas about everyday things and about things that were happening and how he was feeling.
"I feel so bad, Legolas," said Aragorn. "I didn't mean to hurt Gimli but he made me so mad. Everything does." Only Legolas' slight rise and fall of his chest answered Aragorn.
"Will you ever come back?" asked Aragorn. "You'll still be my friend whether you do or not."
"Aragorn?" questioned a gruff voice. Aragorn turned to see that it was none other then Gimli. Gimli stood there, looking sheepish.
"I'm sorry," he finally said, simply. Aragorn understood.
"I'm sorry too," Aragorn answered, quietly. They stood there like that, both looking at Legolas, one praying that Legolas would awaken, the other relieved that the tension in the air had finally evaporated.
*Ahhh, friends will always be friends. Gimli so not annoying in this chapter....don't worry, Aragorn's wait will not be in vain..