Part 8
Woooow!!! Thank you sooo much for all of the wonderful reviews. It really makes me feel good to have such positive reviews on my first story, perhaps I'll be back with more!!
I probably won't mention half the people that I should mention out of shear forgetfulness, so I'm sorry. But to the few of you that haven't reviewed before and have done for the last chapter- thank you very much, I'm really really pleased you like the story, and you never know, there might be a proposal on the way- we'll see how it goes!! :p
Wintercherry: as always one of my most faithful readers, my dear your story is very kool, do not forget to write a lovely scene between Draco and Hermione for me. Thank you for all your support and encouragement, and a special thanks for the last review, I nearly cried cos of the wonderful compliment!! Luv you Bex- xxxx
Egyptianecho: Thank you for all the regular as clockwork reviews, and I'm making everyone sob or sniff which is really rather hilarious. I'm so happy that you like everything. Hopefully I'll remember to email you when I've added this chapter, I didn't for one of them and you still reviewed! Thank you!!!
Righty ho, this will probably be rather short and I'm sorry if it is, but in this case I think there isn't really much to say, and the best things do come in small packages sometimes.
Ache
Legolas sat on a cold hard stone, outside the walls of Moria, awaiting the opening of the doors that led into the dark and dank mines of Gimli's realm. He and the rest of the Fellowship had made it this far, how much further would they get? They had already learned that they had more than one powerful enemy, Saruman the White had proved his ability in forcing the nine to travel by way of the mines. The passage over the Cahadras, a group of snow covered mountains, was originally chosen for their route. But Saruman had prevented this by calling on his powers to try and bring down the mountain. Now they were being forced into the mines of Moria, the land of the dwarves. Legolas didn't need his elven instincts to tell him he was not going to enjoy this.
He had experienced the pressure that mines emitted before, but that didn't change the fact that he hated everything about them. The dirt, the dark, the never ending feel of insecurity that weighed on him with every step he took, but most of all, the feeling that the walls were closing in on him- there was no light or air and especially no earth.
Legolas sighed inwardly to himself, he thought about what lay ahead, he thought about hobbits, he thought about dwarves, he thought about wizards, he thought about men, anything to take his thoughts as far away as they could be from home. Home. The word bringing so much comfort and yet so much pain. He missed his home very much, the trees, the grass, his father, his mother, his people, F- he stopped. His mind was straying to places he did not want it to go. He desperately tried to turn his attention away from what was coming, but to no avail.
Fahrwen.
As soon as the name entered his head everything came pouring back. The floodgates were opening, letting in anything and everything, his heart offering a powerless resistance to the thoughts that stung his head, his eyes, his body and his heart. The images that he had been trying so hard to push away, to bury, deep at the back of his mind, were flashing past his eyes, bringing with them pain and a deep ache that hit his stomach like steel blades, powerfully grinding at his insides. An overwhelming sense of sadness and longing washed over him. He longed for Fahrwen, harder than he'd longed for anything in his life. He thought the first day was hard, fighting the urge to turn around and run, run back to Fahrwen and tell her he would stay forever. Hard, he hadn't known the meaning of the word. Only now had he begun to realize that his ache and his longing were not going to lessen as he'd previously thought. They were going to increase, everyday and every night would take him further away from his love, the more time he spent away from her, the more the longing would corrupt his mind.
He did not know that, although she was experiencing just as much pain as he, she was also joyful. Her joy was brought about by the coming of some news. She had learned of something wonderful, something amazing, something she'd never even dreamt of. The only hurt that accompanied this, was that she had no way of telling Legolas. He was far away, and it was certainly too dangerous to send a message.
She would have to wait until the day of his return. The day he would return back into her life as quickly as he had entered it. The day when her pain would finally cease and the ache would leave her.
*
Sorry this isn't as good as the other chapters but it's getting hard to write at the moment. But I'll promise you this, the next chapter is very important. :p It could be chapters actually because I might write a lot- hehe, lucky you.
Woooow!!! Thank you sooo much for all of the wonderful reviews. It really makes me feel good to have such positive reviews on my first story, perhaps I'll be back with more!!
I probably won't mention half the people that I should mention out of shear forgetfulness, so I'm sorry. But to the few of you that haven't reviewed before and have done for the last chapter- thank you very much, I'm really really pleased you like the story, and you never know, there might be a proposal on the way- we'll see how it goes!! :p
Wintercherry: as always one of my most faithful readers, my dear your story is very kool, do not forget to write a lovely scene between Draco and Hermione for me. Thank you for all your support and encouragement, and a special thanks for the last review, I nearly cried cos of the wonderful compliment!! Luv you Bex- xxxx
Egyptianecho: Thank you for all the regular as clockwork reviews, and I'm making everyone sob or sniff which is really rather hilarious. I'm so happy that you like everything. Hopefully I'll remember to email you when I've added this chapter, I didn't for one of them and you still reviewed! Thank you!!!
Righty ho, this will probably be rather short and I'm sorry if it is, but in this case I think there isn't really much to say, and the best things do come in small packages sometimes.
Ache
Legolas sat on a cold hard stone, outside the walls of Moria, awaiting the opening of the doors that led into the dark and dank mines of Gimli's realm. He and the rest of the Fellowship had made it this far, how much further would they get? They had already learned that they had more than one powerful enemy, Saruman the White had proved his ability in forcing the nine to travel by way of the mines. The passage over the Cahadras, a group of snow covered mountains, was originally chosen for their route. But Saruman had prevented this by calling on his powers to try and bring down the mountain. Now they were being forced into the mines of Moria, the land of the dwarves. Legolas didn't need his elven instincts to tell him he was not going to enjoy this.
He had experienced the pressure that mines emitted before, but that didn't change the fact that he hated everything about them. The dirt, the dark, the never ending feel of insecurity that weighed on him with every step he took, but most of all, the feeling that the walls were closing in on him- there was no light or air and especially no earth.
Legolas sighed inwardly to himself, he thought about what lay ahead, he thought about hobbits, he thought about dwarves, he thought about wizards, he thought about men, anything to take his thoughts as far away as they could be from home. Home. The word bringing so much comfort and yet so much pain. He missed his home very much, the trees, the grass, his father, his mother, his people, F- he stopped. His mind was straying to places he did not want it to go. He desperately tried to turn his attention away from what was coming, but to no avail.
Fahrwen.
As soon as the name entered his head everything came pouring back. The floodgates were opening, letting in anything and everything, his heart offering a powerless resistance to the thoughts that stung his head, his eyes, his body and his heart. The images that he had been trying so hard to push away, to bury, deep at the back of his mind, were flashing past his eyes, bringing with them pain and a deep ache that hit his stomach like steel blades, powerfully grinding at his insides. An overwhelming sense of sadness and longing washed over him. He longed for Fahrwen, harder than he'd longed for anything in his life. He thought the first day was hard, fighting the urge to turn around and run, run back to Fahrwen and tell her he would stay forever. Hard, he hadn't known the meaning of the word. Only now had he begun to realize that his ache and his longing were not going to lessen as he'd previously thought. They were going to increase, everyday and every night would take him further away from his love, the more time he spent away from her, the more the longing would corrupt his mind.
He did not know that, although she was experiencing just as much pain as he, she was also joyful. Her joy was brought about by the coming of some news. She had learned of something wonderful, something amazing, something she'd never even dreamt of. The only hurt that accompanied this, was that she had no way of telling Legolas. He was far away, and it was certainly too dangerous to send a message.
She would have to wait until the day of his return. The day he would return back into her life as quickly as he had entered it. The day when her pain would finally cease and the ache would leave her.
*
Sorry this isn't as good as the other chapters but it's getting hard to write at the moment. But I'll promise you this, the next chapter is very important. :p It could be chapters actually because I might write a lot- hehe, lucky you.
