Part 14
Wow- loads of reviews in one day! Well, thank you very much and I had better get on with the comments.
Martina Songflower Reguba- I'm glad you like it. You may not after this chapter's over. :o
Lanfear- Cough deer cough deer cough deer cough.
Wintercherry- Skippin down the road?! My being a mad dog in a twister is obviously of no concern to you and I therefore declare you weird cos u do not have your phone on right now.
Megsue- You probably won't read this for ages but thanks for your comments. I know, I always skip too much time, but if I do do it, it's because I have no other choice. :) sorry.
Anli- Elves can't die like that.
Egyptianecho- What is your penname? I tried egyptianecho but I didn't get far. Is this name for Leggy's baby, or just a kool name? Whichever it's a very nice name. I already have something planned for my baby tho :p Sierra Viridian- sounds like it could be a high priestess or something, very nice. Glad ur liking High School life- what year are you in then? Some schools count High School at different times, that's why I don't know. My new school is groovy, thank you for askin. :)
Red rose petals
"We are close my friend."
Aragorn moved instep with Legolas, there were not more than ten of them and Legolas was at the front of the line. A few horses accompanied them to carry the small amount of food and necessities that they needed.
Legolas' heart skipped a beat, he was beginning to recognize the land surrounding him, Aragorn was right, they were nearing Rivendell. In not more than a few hours he would be in her arms again. He would feel her touch, kiss her lips, breathe her smell. He had wanted her for so long.
He looked down at his feet- each step was taking him closer. If only he could run, she'd be there waiting.
From then on the time seemed to drag tremendously, as it always does when you are waiting for something. Legolas kept casting quick glances behind him to see how far he'd come. Suddenly he felt a hand pushing gently into his back,
"If you keep on doing that you will do your neck an injury, just keep walking."
Aragorn was trying to sound very serious but he wasn't getting far. Legolas grinned at him and continued on his way.
*
A few hours later
"We're here."
The owner of the hand (that was still firmly pressed into his back) whispered softly. Legolas had been watching his feet and had not realized.
He felt almost giddy as he looked up to find Rivendell surrounding him. Excitement filled every inch of his body so much so that he almost fell over. Aragorn grabbed him,
"Not so much haste Legolas, there's plenty of time. You must come and meet with Lord Elrond first, do not forget your manners."
Legolas burst out laughing at the likeness between Aragorn and his father.
"Yes Sir." He chuckled.
Most of the high elves, including Elrond and Arwen were assembled in the garden. Aragorn first addressed Elrond and moved directly onto Arwen, Legolas averted his eyes, he had been granted privacy with Fahrwen and would grant it for Aragorn here.
"Well met Master Elf. Well done, you fulfilled your duty wonderfully."
Legolas bowed gracefully,
"Thank you Lord."
Elrond moved onto Gimli next and Legolas took it as his dismissal. He turned his head quickly to look at Aragorn and Arwen, they looked distressed. Worried he moved swiftly to them.
"What's wrong?"
At that moment a lady elf emerged carrying a small baby wrapped in silken cloths.
Legolas' heart stopped. He knew instantly that it was his child. The elf smiled at him and carefully placed the baby girl in his arms. Legolas gasped, the eyes- a sparkling crystal blue. A mop of chestnut brown hair sat on the child's head.
"She's the image of Fahrwen isn't she?" he barely managed to make himself understood, his voice was shaky as tears fell from his eyes.
"She's so beautiful."
He clasped the baby in his arms, this was his girl, his little baby girl. Overcome with emotion at the wonder in his arms, he sat on a chair and cried silently. He did not know what else to do.
Gimli looked over at his friend, tears welling in his own eyes. He chuckled to himself, the elf, he thought. The elf that, if provoked, could do an amazing amount of damage with a bow and arrow, the elf that was perhaps one of the strongest fighters in the fellowship- was sitting on a chair, crying over a baby.
And yet it was not just any baby, Gimli knew, it was his child, the baby that bound him and Fahrwen together. He walked over to Legolas and put a hand on his shoulder,
"Congratulations."
Gimli's words hardly entered his mind, even if they had he would not have been able to answer. Joy, amazement, wonder flooded him so much he was surprised he was not drowning. There, in his arms, was his child. His child! A girl who would grow to call him Daddy, the baby princess of Mirkwood.
He recovered enough to look up at Aragorn and Arwen. To his surprise they were crying too.
"What's her name?" he asked smiling.
Arwen sniffed,
"She hasn't got one."
Legolas frowned, why on earth had his child not been named?
"Why?"
Arwen cast a quick look at Aragorn.
"Fahrwen wanted you to name her."
Fahrwen- his other princess. The mother of his child, the one he loved with every part of his being. The time had come- he would now finally see her.
"Where is she?"
Arwen froze and Aragorn gently removed his arms from her shoulders. He removed a cream envelope from Arwen's hand and walked slowly towards Legolas.
Aragorn silently gestured to Gimli, the dwarf stepped towards Legolas and removed the child from his arms.
Legolas was deeply confused- what was going on? His lips uttered no word as Aragorn took him by the shoulders and led him away.
Legolas suddenly realized what was happening. He was being taken to Fahrwen, she obviously couldn't come out as she was resting.
Aragorn silently entered Lord Elrond's house and began climbing the stone steps. Legolas followed quickly behind. He was going to see her, after all the nights of dreaming, of all the painful minutes when he was far away and thinking of her, the awful goodbye. They all dissolved into nothing as he thought of her smiling face, lying in bed chatting to him non-stop. Demanding details of his adventures, of all the people he'd met, all the things he'd discovered.
He would bring her back home with him. Take her to meet his parents, marry her. That he was sure of. He would marry her, and then take her with him when he brought some of his people to Ithilien. She would help him build his new home there.
Legolas heart pounded, they were at her door!
Aragorn turned to face his friend, tears still falling from his eyes.
"There was nothing they could do."
Legolas heard him, but did not understand, nothing they could do?
Aragorn slowly pushed aside the silky curtain to reveal Fahrwen lying in her bed.
Then he understood.
Legolas walked slowly into the room, never, not even for one second, taking his eyes off Fahrwen. His heart had frozen in his chest. No.
There in front of him, lay Fahrwen, white as the sheets that surrounded her. Her eyes were closed and red rose petals were scattered around her. The necklace he'd given her was sat in her barely open palm.
Legolas didn't do anything, not one tear escaped him, he just stood there staring. Aragorn watched him from the doorway.
His eyes bored into her. Took in every inch of her body. Images of Aragorn and Arwen's distressed faces in the gardens came back to him, he never got to find out what it was that upset them. And then why they kept on crying at his child, even when he had stopped. Now he knew why.
Legolas drew in a long breath. He turned to face Aragorn,
"You know what the worst thing is?"
Aragorn shook his head weakly, sorrow overwhelming him.
Silence.
"She never got to hear the song I learnt for her."
Then he cried. Sinking onto the chair laid out for him as sob after sob racked his now frail body. He took her hand in his and pressed to his cheek. Not even warm, drained of all the wonderful life it had once possessed. How? How could this have happened? She had so much left, her child, himself, everything.
Grief and a pain stronger than anything he'd ever experienced before smashed through his body as he lay his head on her heart, weeping.
* Aragorn and Arwen were seated in a corner of the hall talking quietly in the shadows.
"How is he?" her voice was barely audible.
Aragorn lifted his eyes from the floor,
"I don't know. I left him sobbing over her body. I couldn't bare to watch him cry."
Fresh tears escaped Arwen.
"What did he do, when he saw the." she couldn't say it.
"Just stood there, he was completely still, just staring. It was awful, I can't even imagine the pain-"
"Don't." was all Arwen said, she wasn't ready yet.
*
Legolas mustered up every last fibre of strength that crying had left him, and managed to raise his head long enough to realize nightfall had come.
He was numb, not aware of anything. He refused to let his mind think, his ears hear. Only his eyes would see. See what was before him, lying on the bed.
The body of what meant more to him than anything on the earth, what meant more to him than the safety of the trees, the beauty of the night sky, the feeling of peace surrounding everything after the Ring had been destroyed. He would give it all back just to have her again.
The thought of her here, in Rivendell, waiting patiently for his return was what kept him going through those hard nights and painful battles. And when he finally got back- she'd gone. Anger now filled him, it was like he'd been bribed, if you conquer the fight then we'll give you Fahrwen. I bet they're laughing at me now, he thought. He could almost hear the leering voices taunting him.
Hahaha! You fell for it! You believed she'd be here when you got back! How stupid are you?!
Legolas started shouting then. Pouring all his anger, grief, pain into his words as he spat them out.
"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?" he screamed it louder than he'd ever screamed anything.
"DID I NOT FIGHT WELL ENOUGH- OR DID YOU PLAN FROM THE BEGINNING TO NEVER LET ME HAVE HER BACK?!"
Aragorn heard the screams from above and ran from the hall.
"WE HAVE A CHILD. A CHILD! A CHILD THAT IS GOING TO HAVE TO GROW UP WITHOUT HER MOTHER!"
"DO YOU GET SOME PLEASURE OUT OF THIS? DESTROYING THINGS THAT PEOPLE LOVE AND LIVE FOR? IS THAT FUN FOR YOU?!"
He didn't even know who he was talking to. He just kept on screaming.
Aragorn rushed into the room and grabbed Legolas by the shoulders.
"Legolas! Stop!"
Knocked back to his senses Legolas looked at Aragorn. But through his own torturing pain, he did not see Aragorn. He saw one of them. The hideous monsters that killed his princess.
Aragorn flooded with hurt as his friend looked at him with a fierce hatred that he never thought possible.
Legolas tore the arms from his shoulders with such force that he knocked Aragorn to the ground.
Then he ran.
Ran as fast as he could to get away from the house, from them.
He ran out of the house, tears falling yet again. He passed Arwen and Gimli who were outside, but he didn't even look at them.
He heard calls behind him, but he did not stop. He ran as far as his aching body would take him. Then he collapsed under the nearest tree, trying to catch his breath.
He put his arms around his tucked up knees and leaned his head against the trunk of the tree- trying to make himself as small as possible.
He closed his eyes tight-
I'll do anything, anything you want. I'll go anywhere if you want me to travel, I'll bring you back something, something you want more than anything, something really precious that would take a lifetime to find- I'll find it and bring it back to you. Anything- please, what do I have to do?
I only want her back.
Again he cried, weeping violently against the tree. What had he ever done to deserve this? She hadn't ever done anything, except bless the world with her presence. She was so kind to everyone, it didn't matter what they'd ever done to her, she would never deprive them of something they needed. She always made sure everyone was happy over herself. Always. There was never once a time when she put herself first.
And she had been given love. The first and only time she would ever put herself first and her life was taken for it. Where was the justice in that?
He looked up at the starry sky and tried to shout again,
"."
But nothing came out as he realized where he was. He was under their tree. The memories came back piercing his soul with every image. Their first kiss under this tree, when he gave her that necklace- it was under this tree.
Then his mind strayed to all the things that were impossible now.
He'd never sit with her under this tree, he'd never marry her, she would never be Fahrwen Greenleaf. He'd never travel back home with her, Gimli and his other family and friends would never get to meet her. She would never hear of his adventures. God, she would never know if Sauron was destroyed. For all she knew he might never have come back.
He would never see her smile again, never see her laugh, never hear her sing. He'd learnt a song for her, in Lothlorien the elves sang an amazing song she would have loved, and he requested that they teach him. And that they did, he now knew it from heart. He left his heart behind with her when he began the journey, and now it would stay with her forever, wherever she'd gone. Gone- without her, he was worthless. His life had no meaning.
Suddenly he felt something dig into his side, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cream envelope. It had been on the bed addressed to him.
He slowly tore the envelope and removed a thick letter. He began to read- tears stung his eyes and poured down his cheeks.
*
*Note to all- this is NOT the end.
Wow- loads of reviews in one day! Well, thank you very much and I had better get on with the comments.
Martina Songflower Reguba- I'm glad you like it. You may not after this chapter's over. :o
Lanfear- Cough deer cough deer cough deer cough.
Wintercherry- Skippin down the road?! My being a mad dog in a twister is obviously of no concern to you and I therefore declare you weird cos u do not have your phone on right now.
Megsue- You probably won't read this for ages but thanks for your comments. I know, I always skip too much time, but if I do do it, it's because I have no other choice. :) sorry.
Anli- Elves can't die like that.
Egyptianecho- What is your penname? I tried egyptianecho but I didn't get far. Is this name for Leggy's baby, or just a kool name? Whichever it's a very nice name. I already have something planned for my baby tho :p Sierra Viridian- sounds like it could be a high priestess or something, very nice. Glad ur liking High School life- what year are you in then? Some schools count High School at different times, that's why I don't know. My new school is groovy, thank you for askin. :)
Red rose petals
"We are close my friend."
Aragorn moved instep with Legolas, there were not more than ten of them and Legolas was at the front of the line. A few horses accompanied them to carry the small amount of food and necessities that they needed.
Legolas' heart skipped a beat, he was beginning to recognize the land surrounding him, Aragorn was right, they were nearing Rivendell. In not more than a few hours he would be in her arms again. He would feel her touch, kiss her lips, breathe her smell. He had wanted her for so long.
He looked down at his feet- each step was taking him closer. If only he could run, she'd be there waiting.
From then on the time seemed to drag tremendously, as it always does when you are waiting for something. Legolas kept casting quick glances behind him to see how far he'd come. Suddenly he felt a hand pushing gently into his back,
"If you keep on doing that you will do your neck an injury, just keep walking."
Aragorn was trying to sound very serious but he wasn't getting far. Legolas grinned at him and continued on his way.
*
A few hours later
"We're here."
The owner of the hand (that was still firmly pressed into his back) whispered softly. Legolas had been watching his feet and had not realized.
He felt almost giddy as he looked up to find Rivendell surrounding him. Excitement filled every inch of his body so much so that he almost fell over. Aragorn grabbed him,
"Not so much haste Legolas, there's plenty of time. You must come and meet with Lord Elrond first, do not forget your manners."
Legolas burst out laughing at the likeness between Aragorn and his father.
"Yes Sir." He chuckled.
Most of the high elves, including Elrond and Arwen were assembled in the garden. Aragorn first addressed Elrond and moved directly onto Arwen, Legolas averted his eyes, he had been granted privacy with Fahrwen and would grant it for Aragorn here.
"Well met Master Elf. Well done, you fulfilled your duty wonderfully."
Legolas bowed gracefully,
"Thank you Lord."
Elrond moved onto Gimli next and Legolas took it as his dismissal. He turned his head quickly to look at Aragorn and Arwen, they looked distressed. Worried he moved swiftly to them.
"What's wrong?"
At that moment a lady elf emerged carrying a small baby wrapped in silken cloths.
Legolas' heart stopped. He knew instantly that it was his child. The elf smiled at him and carefully placed the baby girl in his arms. Legolas gasped, the eyes- a sparkling crystal blue. A mop of chestnut brown hair sat on the child's head.
"She's the image of Fahrwen isn't she?" he barely managed to make himself understood, his voice was shaky as tears fell from his eyes.
"She's so beautiful."
He clasped the baby in his arms, this was his girl, his little baby girl. Overcome with emotion at the wonder in his arms, he sat on a chair and cried silently. He did not know what else to do.
Gimli looked over at his friend, tears welling in his own eyes. He chuckled to himself, the elf, he thought. The elf that, if provoked, could do an amazing amount of damage with a bow and arrow, the elf that was perhaps one of the strongest fighters in the fellowship- was sitting on a chair, crying over a baby.
And yet it was not just any baby, Gimli knew, it was his child, the baby that bound him and Fahrwen together. He walked over to Legolas and put a hand on his shoulder,
"Congratulations."
Gimli's words hardly entered his mind, even if they had he would not have been able to answer. Joy, amazement, wonder flooded him so much he was surprised he was not drowning. There, in his arms, was his child. His child! A girl who would grow to call him Daddy, the baby princess of Mirkwood.
He recovered enough to look up at Aragorn and Arwen. To his surprise they were crying too.
"What's her name?" he asked smiling.
Arwen sniffed,
"She hasn't got one."
Legolas frowned, why on earth had his child not been named?
"Why?"
Arwen cast a quick look at Aragorn.
"Fahrwen wanted you to name her."
Fahrwen- his other princess. The mother of his child, the one he loved with every part of his being. The time had come- he would now finally see her.
"Where is she?"
Arwen froze and Aragorn gently removed his arms from her shoulders. He removed a cream envelope from Arwen's hand and walked slowly towards Legolas.
Aragorn silently gestured to Gimli, the dwarf stepped towards Legolas and removed the child from his arms.
Legolas was deeply confused- what was going on? His lips uttered no word as Aragorn took him by the shoulders and led him away.
Legolas suddenly realized what was happening. He was being taken to Fahrwen, she obviously couldn't come out as she was resting.
Aragorn silently entered Lord Elrond's house and began climbing the stone steps. Legolas followed quickly behind. He was going to see her, after all the nights of dreaming, of all the painful minutes when he was far away and thinking of her, the awful goodbye. They all dissolved into nothing as he thought of her smiling face, lying in bed chatting to him non-stop. Demanding details of his adventures, of all the people he'd met, all the things he'd discovered.
He would bring her back home with him. Take her to meet his parents, marry her. That he was sure of. He would marry her, and then take her with him when he brought some of his people to Ithilien. She would help him build his new home there.
Legolas heart pounded, they were at her door!
Aragorn turned to face his friend, tears still falling from his eyes.
"There was nothing they could do."
Legolas heard him, but did not understand, nothing they could do?
Aragorn slowly pushed aside the silky curtain to reveal Fahrwen lying in her bed.
Then he understood.
Legolas walked slowly into the room, never, not even for one second, taking his eyes off Fahrwen. His heart had frozen in his chest. No.
There in front of him, lay Fahrwen, white as the sheets that surrounded her. Her eyes were closed and red rose petals were scattered around her. The necklace he'd given her was sat in her barely open palm.
Legolas didn't do anything, not one tear escaped him, he just stood there staring. Aragorn watched him from the doorway.
His eyes bored into her. Took in every inch of her body. Images of Aragorn and Arwen's distressed faces in the gardens came back to him, he never got to find out what it was that upset them. And then why they kept on crying at his child, even when he had stopped. Now he knew why.
Legolas drew in a long breath. He turned to face Aragorn,
"You know what the worst thing is?"
Aragorn shook his head weakly, sorrow overwhelming him.
Silence.
"She never got to hear the song I learnt for her."
Then he cried. Sinking onto the chair laid out for him as sob after sob racked his now frail body. He took her hand in his and pressed to his cheek. Not even warm, drained of all the wonderful life it had once possessed. How? How could this have happened? She had so much left, her child, himself, everything.
Grief and a pain stronger than anything he'd ever experienced before smashed through his body as he lay his head on her heart, weeping.
* Aragorn and Arwen were seated in a corner of the hall talking quietly in the shadows.
"How is he?" her voice was barely audible.
Aragorn lifted his eyes from the floor,
"I don't know. I left him sobbing over her body. I couldn't bare to watch him cry."
Fresh tears escaped Arwen.
"What did he do, when he saw the." she couldn't say it.
"Just stood there, he was completely still, just staring. It was awful, I can't even imagine the pain-"
"Don't." was all Arwen said, she wasn't ready yet.
*
Legolas mustered up every last fibre of strength that crying had left him, and managed to raise his head long enough to realize nightfall had come.
He was numb, not aware of anything. He refused to let his mind think, his ears hear. Only his eyes would see. See what was before him, lying on the bed.
The body of what meant more to him than anything on the earth, what meant more to him than the safety of the trees, the beauty of the night sky, the feeling of peace surrounding everything after the Ring had been destroyed. He would give it all back just to have her again.
The thought of her here, in Rivendell, waiting patiently for his return was what kept him going through those hard nights and painful battles. And when he finally got back- she'd gone. Anger now filled him, it was like he'd been bribed, if you conquer the fight then we'll give you Fahrwen. I bet they're laughing at me now, he thought. He could almost hear the leering voices taunting him.
Hahaha! You fell for it! You believed she'd be here when you got back! How stupid are you?!
Legolas started shouting then. Pouring all his anger, grief, pain into his words as he spat them out.
"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?" he screamed it louder than he'd ever screamed anything.
"DID I NOT FIGHT WELL ENOUGH- OR DID YOU PLAN FROM THE BEGINNING TO NEVER LET ME HAVE HER BACK?!"
Aragorn heard the screams from above and ran from the hall.
"WE HAVE A CHILD. A CHILD! A CHILD THAT IS GOING TO HAVE TO GROW UP WITHOUT HER MOTHER!"
"DO YOU GET SOME PLEASURE OUT OF THIS? DESTROYING THINGS THAT PEOPLE LOVE AND LIVE FOR? IS THAT FUN FOR YOU?!"
He didn't even know who he was talking to. He just kept on screaming.
Aragorn rushed into the room and grabbed Legolas by the shoulders.
"Legolas! Stop!"
Knocked back to his senses Legolas looked at Aragorn. But through his own torturing pain, he did not see Aragorn. He saw one of them. The hideous monsters that killed his princess.
Aragorn flooded with hurt as his friend looked at him with a fierce hatred that he never thought possible.
Legolas tore the arms from his shoulders with such force that he knocked Aragorn to the ground.
Then he ran.
Ran as fast as he could to get away from the house, from them.
He ran out of the house, tears falling yet again. He passed Arwen and Gimli who were outside, but he didn't even look at them.
He heard calls behind him, but he did not stop. He ran as far as his aching body would take him. Then he collapsed under the nearest tree, trying to catch his breath.
He put his arms around his tucked up knees and leaned his head against the trunk of the tree- trying to make himself as small as possible.
He closed his eyes tight-
I'll do anything, anything you want. I'll go anywhere if you want me to travel, I'll bring you back something, something you want more than anything, something really precious that would take a lifetime to find- I'll find it and bring it back to you. Anything- please, what do I have to do?
I only want her back.
Again he cried, weeping violently against the tree. What had he ever done to deserve this? She hadn't ever done anything, except bless the world with her presence. She was so kind to everyone, it didn't matter what they'd ever done to her, she would never deprive them of something they needed. She always made sure everyone was happy over herself. Always. There was never once a time when she put herself first.
And she had been given love. The first and only time she would ever put herself first and her life was taken for it. Where was the justice in that?
He looked up at the starry sky and tried to shout again,
"."
But nothing came out as he realized where he was. He was under their tree. The memories came back piercing his soul with every image. Their first kiss under this tree, when he gave her that necklace- it was under this tree.
Then his mind strayed to all the things that were impossible now.
He'd never sit with her under this tree, he'd never marry her, she would never be Fahrwen Greenleaf. He'd never travel back home with her, Gimli and his other family and friends would never get to meet her. She would never hear of his adventures. God, she would never know if Sauron was destroyed. For all she knew he might never have come back.
He would never see her smile again, never see her laugh, never hear her sing. He'd learnt a song for her, in Lothlorien the elves sang an amazing song she would have loved, and he requested that they teach him. And that they did, he now knew it from heart. He left his heart behind with her when he began the journey, and now it would stay with her forever, wherever she'd gone. Gone- without her, he was worthless. His life had no meaning.
Suddenly he felt something dig into his side, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cream envelope. It had been on the bed addressed to him.
He slowly tore the envelope and removed a thick letter. He began to read- tears stung his eyes and poured down his cheeks.
*
*Note to all- this is NOT the end.
