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Don't worry………he's Alive……
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The poem written under Legolas's POV is called "Sacrifice" and The poem from Aliya's POV is called "Alone", both are written by the same author who wishes to remain anonymous.
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LEGOLAS
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Your sacrifice was all
For me your life you gave
I stood and watched you fall
For our love to save
But in truth I want you back
I would give all I know
To fill 2 lives that lack
2 lives taken by our foe
For now, not only you
Are lifeless and empty
Now for everything I do
It will be you I wish to see
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As I felt an arrow pierce my back I stumbled, falling roughly down a shallow hill, and landing at the base of a broad tree.
I groaned as I tried to sit up, but the dizziness in my head was overwhelming. I keeled over once again and blacked out.
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I woke up and found myself squinting at the light of the room I had been placed in. The carven stone walls and open archways let nature reside in the very essence of the soul. I looked about me at the place where I lay until I saw a tale male figure in the doorway. I smiled as I recognized the old friend.
"Elrond..." I whispered, trying to sit up in his presence.
He turned to face me and smiled a broad smile. "It's good to see that you are in the waking world once again, young one! You gave us quite a scare!"
"What happened?" I said trying to remember what would not surface in my mind.
"You tell me…" he said puzzled, "Our patrols found you near mountain pass…You had an orc arrow in your back and much of your blood was lost. You were brought here almost a week ago…."
"We were traveling here..... to deliver a message…" I began slowly remembering, "And then our party was..... hit by orcs on the mountain pass… We lost everyone…" I shook my head lowering my eyes.
"You and your guards?" Elrond questioned folding his arms looking down at me.
"Aliya and I…" I replied surprised he didn't suggest that at first.
"Aliya?" he repeated, his brow furrowed, "We found no one but you and the bodies of 4 guards…"
Tears formed in my eyes I told Elrond of Aliya, "And they took her again…"I whispered, "They took her… and I had promised her... that she would never be hurt again… she shouldn't have come…this is my fault!" My voice lowered to a whisper as I voiced my doubts.
Elrond looked on me with sympathetic eyes, "There was nothing you could do, Young Prince…We searched the surrounding area, but found no trace of orcs… There was no trace of anything. Only garbled bodies and blood."
"Search again!" I said pleadingly, but Elrond just sighed.
"I cannot-" but he stopped, seeing the hope in my eyes.
"She meant the world to me… Would you abandon your daughter, Arwen, to such misery and pain? Please…search again…" I begged.
He cast his eyes down and simply said, "I will send them out tonight…"
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ALIYA
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I stand alone
On the edge of the cliff
On the brink of eternity
At the drop of the rift
I stand alone
Void of all that I love
its gone from me now
Flyed away like a dove
I loved you so much
And now that you're gone
Its pain me to think
Like the prick of a thorn
In truth I did know
That you'd be gone from my sight
One way or another
Every bird must learn flight
But I never thought
That it would be so soon
That our love would be broken
So carelessly strewn
So now I stand alone
Not know what to do
To live or to die
It would be without you
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When I opened my eyes, everything was blurry. All I could tell was my wrists and legs were bound by something tight. My wrists were caked with blood ad so was my hair. I could tell for sure that my collarbone was in more than one piece.
I was being pulled by an orc, at the front of the group. I could see that these orcs found entertainment in my pain. I gritted my teeth in loathing.
I took a deep breath, closing my eyes as I shoved my emotions back down into the sea of my soul. I didn't know how long I could keep them there though.I didn't know if I was strong enough to hold them down.
I felt my moving body stop abruptly and realized that I was being lifted up. An Orc dragged me to my feet. I stood shakily and my head spun with dizziness.
"Well, Well…" it said, examining me closely, "Your awake…good…all the more fun!"
I cringed at that word, but held my gaze despite it's foul breath on my face.
I received a blow across my cheek. I staggered, but managed to stay standing. I felt more blows after that, but it seemed almost as though I ignored them.
As much as they hurt, their pain was nothing to that of my own trapped misery. Legolas was dead, and it was my fault. I had told him to run, and he had still been caught. My senses dulled as I realized:
His life was gone, and as it seemed, so was mine.
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Time crawled by, but I stopped remembering as things got slowly worse. I felt myself dying from broken heart and lost hope. I thought I had counted a week pass before things changed.
It seemed fate was on my side, for into my darkness came the light.
The party of Orcs was small. There were only 5 of them. I knew that we were traveling south, probably to meet up with a larger party of Orcs. But it seemed we would never make it, because that night something changed their plan.
I had been carelessly thrown aside, once again. This time I knew that I would never get up again, because I had the feeling my legs were broken, and I knew my loss of blood was fatal. I lay there weeping myself to some sort of sleep hoping to never awake.
All of the sudden, though, I saw 5 arrows shot out of the trees we were near and hit the orcs, each square in the chest or back depending on which way they were facing. I gasped with the remaining air I had in my collapsing lungs as I saw 5 figures walk out of the trees to examine the scene.
One of them, a female, spotted me and ran quickly over. She spoke the common tongue to me.
"Ai! What is this?" she said seeing my battered and broken form, "Come!" she yelled over her shoulders and the other elves came running to my side.
My eyes closed from pain as two of them lifted me up as gently as they could, and carried me.
I felt unconsciousness wash around me like water, as I tried to keep my head above... but I quickly slipped under.
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I woke up dazed and confused. I was in a room unlike anything I had ever seen.
I slowly propped myself up and looked around, my face glowing in the candle light that illuminated the room.
"Where am I?" I wondered aloud and I was surprised to hear a voice answer my question.
"You are in the fair Kingdom of Lothlorien, realm of Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel…I am the latter of the two."
I turned my head quickly as it would allow to find an elven woman sitting in a high-backed carved chair. Her clothes made her seem royal as did the air about her. Her hair took all the light about her and radiated like the sun. It seemed to be spun of the sun's rays itself. Her passionate blue eyes seemed to have a kind look to them.
She smiled at my confused look, "I know well who you are, Lady Aliya, of Mirkwood, for your mother I knew well…"
"Lady…" I whispered, bowing my head, "I did not know…it seems my memory has been wiped clean of these last few days..."
"You were found near death, as a prisoner of orcs. They were killed and you were brought here, and healed. You are fine now. And it has been 5 days since your arrival…" she said softly. Her voice was low and musical, almost enchanting like her tight lipped smile.
I bit my lip and looked down, and it seemed Lady Galadriel sensed my heartache as I sighed.
"You have lost someone you love…" she whispered, "But he is not as far as you think, he will never be far…"
"What do you mean, Lady?" I asked, "Your words confuse me…"
"He will be there, when you need him… he is in your heart forever…" she replied cryptically, "he will never fade…"
"I wish I could see him again…" I cried, "I wish…"
"Someday you may…" replied the Lady, "But for now you may reside here in the glory of our forest…"
I smiled at her. I smiled a forced smile and it seemed she noticed.
"Smile now a true smile, for you are home… You are with Galadriel!"
"No…" I whispered sighing, "I am not home. I'm not sure where home is, but I am not home."
But it seemed Galadriel only smiled at me, and continued with her needlework.
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Over the next 57 years it seemed I forgot about everything but Lothlorien. I never left and remained in the care of the Lady Galadriel.
We talked of many things, for she was wise and clever. Her and Lord Celeborn taught me many things and I was grateful for them, for they took Legolas off my mind and healed the wounds of his death. I was finally happy again although I was forbidden to look into Galadriel's mirror.
In truth, I didn't think about him for many years, until one day I heard his name spoken by a young girl.
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