Im definatly not as proud as this chapter as I am the last. That one was one oof the better chapters where I found ways to slither his emotions to your own, or at least that is what my friends say. But this one has him having a emotional breakdown causing him to consider suicide. If this bothers you I suggest you don't read it!! It is still considered Pg-13 since you only hear his thoughts of what the outcome of the suicide will be! Read, Enjoy, and, Review!!
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Chapter 9
Myian
Legolas awoke from his mortal sleep, suprised on how he had awoken. He never even thought about sleeping as a mortal has his entire life! It was really undefined in his mind on how he felt about this. He believed that his heart was so full of sorrow that he is beginning to do strange things.
He arose and sat up against the backboard of his bed. He once again thought of his friends. The brave Aragorn, the ring bearer Frodo, and his new found friendships. He then also had Galadriel pass through his mind. They way she spoke to him was the only time he had saw her speak with emtioned sound. And the tear that streamed down her face before she left was to much for him. He felt a even heavier weight against his chest and he place his head against the feather soft bed in emitional agony.
He thought about his father. The way he had reserved the image he bore on the day he had reached 25 years. But his age was unkown by most, he knew his father was at leat 4,000.
He remebered the way the Hobbits aged and slipped away. The wrinkles that they had, like eternal folds of wisdom. But, as he thought before, they all left him behind to fair on his own. He fo course, kept his age and never seemed a day older. The scar on his forehead had disappeared and his depression grew on. He pitied himself for the tortue he had to put his soul through.
He walked to one of the windows and unlatched the lock and pushed the windows side apart. He threw his legs over and sat on the border of the opening. He looked at the ground far beneath him. He thought of the weight that would be lifted form his soul if he simply fell and left this world. He lossened his fingers grip on the window seal, and began to inch his body closer to the edge.
He then reconsidered and stood up on the window seal and looked down. He was at least 6 floors high in the air. He then turned around and stepped down to the protection of the sturdy floor.
He exited his room and went into the infirmary and sat next to Rouge and watched her sleep. But he then wondered about the reason he came onto this journey for a Dragon Spawn to begin with. He got up and walked to the throne of Galadriel. Seeing that she wasn't there he headed towards her chambers.
When he reached the door to her Chambers a guard blocked his way, stating that she wished not to be disturbed. Legolas asked if he knew where the girl who was injured was. He explained that she was taken into a room somewher ein the large palace and was kept there until he returned.
The guard knew nothing, but said she could be in the east wing. Legolas took this advice and went there searching the rooms and found nothing.
He returned to his room to find what he least expected there... Myian. She winked at him when he walked in. "Hey there gorgeous!" She said with her usual optimisim. She patted on the bed indicating for him to sit nect to her. He shook his had replying to her that he would rather stand.
She didn't want to argue with him, since he saved her from a unwanted death.
She explained to him how she felt when frozen, and how she could hear the happenings around her, but couldn't move or breathe, or evenn open her eyes. She told him about her nightmare infested dreams.
Noticing that Legolas wasn't paying much attention to her, she stood up and nodded at him with a angry face. She dismissed herself, which, suprisingly, made no difference to him. He only cared for her condition. He was still unhappy with her for following him here. Of course he agreed and apreciated the assistance in battle. But she should show more respect for the prince of her homeforest.
He then felt another emotion take of his body, adding itself to the weight of his sorrow and depression. Anger infested him and his hand gripped into a tight hold. His fingernails dugholes into his pale skin, causing blood to drip, and he then sat down on the windo seal again. He saw the table where he had placed his archery equipment and, what caught his eye the most, the white knife.
He grabbed his head, streaking blood on his cheeks, and squezzed it until he felt as if his skull was to burst. He hated the way he looked at suicidal actions the solultion to all his problems. He then growled in his unforgiving pain in his head and bloody palms and slipped from the window seal. He grabbe then edge on his way down panicking as he looked down.
His blood wet palms started to slip. He was unable to strenthen his grip, causing him to lose his grasp... plummeting to the ground...
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Chapter 9
Myian
Legolas awoke from his mortal sleep, suprised on how he had awoken. He never even thought about sleeping as a mortal has his entire life! It was really undefined in his mind on how he felt about this. He believed that his heart was so full of sorrow that he is beginning to do strange things.
He arose and sat up against the backboard of his bed. He once again thought of his friends. The brave Aragorn, the ring bearer Frodo, and his new found friendships. He then also had Galadriel pass through his mind. They way she spoke to him was the only time he had saw her speak with emtioned sound. And the tear that streamed down her face before she left was to much for him. He felt a even heavier weight against his chest and he place his head against the feather soft bed in emitional agony.
He thought about his father. The way he had reserved the image he bore on the day he had reached 25 years. But his age was unkown by most, he knew his father was at leat 4,000.
He remebered the way the Hobbits aged and slipped away. The wrinkles that they had, like eternal folds of wisdom. But, as he thought before, they all left him behind to fair on his own. He fo course, kept his age and never seemed a day older. The scar on his forehead had disappeared and his depression grew on. He pitied himself for the tortue he had to put his soul through.
He walked to one of the windows and unlatched the lock and pushed the windows side apart. He threw his legs over and sat on the border of the opening. He looked at the ground far beneath him. He thought of the weight that would be lifted form his soul if he simply fell and left this world. He lossened his fingers grip on the window seal, and began to inch his body closer to the edge.
He then reconsidered and stood up on the window seal and looked down. He was at least 6 floors high in the air. He then turned around and stepped down to the protection of the sturdy floor.
He exited his room and went into the infirmary and sat next to Rouge and watched her sleep. But he then wondered about the reason he came onto this journey for a Dragon Spawn to begin with. He got up and walked to the throne of Galadriel. Seeing that she wasn't there he headed towards her chambers.
When he reached the door to her Chambers a guard blocked his way, stating that she wished not to be disturbed. Legolas asked if he knew where the girl who was injured was. He explained that she was taken into a room somewher ein the large palace and was kept there until he returned.
The guard knew nothing, but said she could be in the east wing. Legolas took this advice and went there searching the rooms and found nothing.
He returned to his room to find what he least expected there... Myian. She winked at him when he walked in. "Hey there gorgeous!" She said with her usual optimisim. She patted on the bed indicating for him to sit nect to her. He shook his had replying to her that he would rather stand.
She didn't want to argue with him, since he saved her from a unwanted death.
She explained to him how she felt when frozen, and how she could hear the happenings around her, but couldn't move or breathe, or evenn open her eyes. She told him about her nightmare infested dreams.
Noticing that Legolas wasn't paying much attention to her, she stood up and nodded at him with a angry face. She dismissed herself, which, suprisingly, made no difference to him. He only cared for her condition. He was still unhappy with her for following him here. Of course he agreed and apreciated the assistance in battle. But she should show more respect for the prince of her homeforest.
He then felt another emotion take of his body, adding itself to the weight of his sorrow and depression. Anger infested him and his hand gripped into a tight hold. His fingernails dugholes into his pale skin, causing blood to drip, and he then sat down on the windo seal again. He saw the table where he had placed his archery equipment and, what caught his eye the most, the white knife.
He grabbed his head, streaking blood on his cheeks, and squezzed it until he felt as if his skull was to burst. He hated the way he looked at suicidal actions the solultion to all his problems. He then growled in his unforgiving pain in his head and bloody palms and slipped from the window seal. He grabbe then edge on his way down panicking as he looked down.
His blood wet palms started to slip. He was unable to strenthen his grip, causing him to lose his grasp... plummeting to the ground...