***This chapter is another Chapter I am proud of. I captured the horrible emotions that he contains a little more easily. And I added a new one to his list of problems... Fear. I will not be doing the system I had going about the number of reviews I get, the more chapters I will post. I have at least one person that cares to hear it to the ending, so I will jsut post them as I finish them :o) Please enjoy this work I carefully prepared!
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Chapter 10
Death the Worthy Solution?
As he fell to his doom he felt a moments peace in his empty heart. He felt his empty eyes see more clearly, as if the peace was pouring into all the empty places in his body. His head went light as he fell past the fourth floor. He looked down watching the marble covered ground come closer and closer.
He did something somebody would rarely do in this event. He smiled...
He smiled because he felt whole, like he once did very long ago. He felt the holes fill up in his soul and was happy. He could feel completeness course his veins and fill his body.
He saw the third floor... the second... the first... but before the marble floor met his submerging body, he was stopped. He felt his completeness disenagrate in the air, to far away for him to reach again.
He looked to his side and saw Galadriel holding her hand towards him. She gently started to move it down, causing Legolas to gently fall to the ground. His body met the marble floor, cold against his cheek as he landed on.
"Why?" Galadriel said expressionless. "Why would you sacrafice yourself? What is so strong in your body that you cannot stand!?" She screamed at him.
Legolas sat up and looked into her eyes that towered above him, and gave her a simple answer, "Myself."
She recolied by the hatred and resent in his voice. He rose to come into direct eye contact with the beautiful Sorceress. He glared at her with his empty eyes, causing her to try and reveal what was behind them.
Without success, she raised her hands to his face and cupped his velvet like cheeks, red with anger. She wiped the blood that was on his cheek with her thumb and continued her search for answers.
He took her hands into his own and looked at them. They were pampered with care, for she did very little to them to cause any sign of aging. He released them and broke the tension that built between the two by walking to a nearby plaza.
She sighed in disapointment, and followed him to a fountain that had a ancient tree growing in the center. He sat on the stone wall that circled it and dipped his hands, which still possesed dried blood. in it. It detachted itself from his hands and floated into the water.
Galadriel sat beside him and stared into the water. "I want to help you, but you keep me out. I would just read your mind, but you have a layer of protection against my prying. Your vexation with me is the cause..."
He gave her a emotionless look this time and spoke. "When I was submerging to the ground I, for once in a long time... I smiled. All the emptiness in my soul and mind were filled with happiness. I felt whole for a worthy amount of seconds."
She nodded her head and replied. "If death is the only answer to your grief, there must be another way. I believe if you let go of all your memories of you past relationships of the Fellowship, you will slowly relieve yourself from the resentment and vexation you have carried with you for a abundancy of years."
He nodded but believed none of this. He knew only one cure... death.
"But I will bind you," Galadriel said sternly, but as caring as should could manage. "I will cast a spell upon you, preventing you from doing any kind of intentional death to yourself. There are exceptions to this spell, but you will know when you come across it."
"No!" Cried Legolas. "I must do this! I have tried traveling, feasting, and all the entertainment in Middle Earth, and I have found one cure for my sickness. Death! It is what I need to meet true happiness! Leave your witchery to yourself and leave me be!'
Redness sorounded his face. His hair blew softly in the wind, leaving glittery essences of stubborness in the air. He spoke in a contageous anger which over took Galadriel.
"You WILL listen to me! Have I not made it clear to you that I care for you as my own child? Have I ever harmed you or done negative actions? I will not let you die, because for once I really feel for someone I know!" Legolas flinched at her words. He couldn't have ever imagained the peacful Galadriel angry. It scared him to think of the things she would say, or even the things she would do.
She spoke again, not as loud, but still in anger. "I have never felt the warmth of friendship since your mother had died many, many years ago. Then you come along and fill a portion of the empty space inside my soul! You have taken your mothers place in me, and I won't lose this feeling of near wholeness! Not again! You are loved by someone in this world, even though you deny it. You search for love, but when love finds a chance you shun it away from you. All your sorrow doesn't come from your losses, it comes from your actions!" She seemed to blend in with the darkess of the woods, causing her eyes to glow red and her clothes to furiously fly into the air, snapping and ripping.
She then collapsed on the floor, in her original appearence. She stood up again, weak in the knees and tear struck. She looked into Legolas' eyes, which had still remained the bottomless pit they always were. She then grabbed his hand and wept upon it. Tears streamed down his hand, circling his slef-wounded hands, and dripping to the ground.
He yanked his hand from her delicate grip and she looked at him in disbelief. She drew her hand back and slapped him across his face. She then ran through the plaza and back into the main area of the Palace.
Legolas then sat back down on the fountain, and looked at his reflection in the flowing water. He saw four lines scratched across his right cheek, bleeding slightly. He touched them, recoiling in pain. His cheek burned and he continued to look at himself.
He obviously saw what he hated most... the sorrow on his face.
He stood up from the fountain and returned to his Chamber. He collapsed on his bed, but didn't go to sleep. He instead stared at the ceiling, thinking of his sorrowfull past. Thinking of the only way he could relieve it. Death was what he needed. But he knew Galadriel to do what she had her mind set on. He knew she was binding him from this. So he loosened its grip on his mind and thought of different things.
His cheek throbbed, but he didn't know what to do with it. He then felt something come to his emotional wad of resent. He felt fear.
He curled up into a ball in his bed, and looked around the room, paranoid. He stroked his own hair, hoping it would give him comfort. He looked at his hands. Blood still poured itself from his hand, leaving brown streaks in his hair as he stroked it. Blood dripped from his cheek onto the sheets of his bed. He was feeling the aftermath of his accidental suicide attmept.
Head covered in blood, he pulled a sheet over himself and went into a fearful Elvish sleep...
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Once Again:
Review PLEASE! ^-^ Flame me! I don't care! I planning on making this a Long story, but without support, i really don't think I will. I already know how the story might turn out, and if im the only one that cares, then I shoudn't share it with you. I like hearing opinions on my writing and I would LOVE to hear things I should change for the better! So do whatever you want, whether to approve of this story or disapprove, or even better, to help me out on un-true facts and flaws I make on Legolas' journeys.
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Chapter 10
Death the Worthy Solution?
As he fell to his doom he felt a moments peace in his empty heart. He felt his empty eyes see more clearly, as if the peace was pouring into all the empty places in his body. His head went light as he fell past the fourth floor. He looked down watching the marble covered ground come closer and closer.
He did something somebody would rarely do in this event. He smiled...
He smiled because he felt whole, like he once did very long ago. He felt the holes fill up in his soul and was happy. He could feel completeness course his veins and fill his body.
He saw the third floor... the second... the first... but before the marble floor met his submerging body, he was stopped. He felt his completeness disenagrate in the air, to far away for him to reach again.
He looked to his side and saw Galadriel holding her hand towards him. She gently started to move it down, causing Legolas to gently fall to the ground. His body met the marble floor, cold against his cheek as he landed on.
"Why?" Galadriel said expressionless. "Why would you sacrafice yourself? What is so strong in your body that you cannot stand!?" She screamed at him.
Legolas sat up and looked into her eyes that towered above him, and gave her a simple answer, "Myself."
She recolied by the hatred and resent in his voice. He rose to come into direct eye contact with the beautiful Sorceress. He glared at her with his empty eyes, causing her to try and reveal what was behind them.
Without success, she raised her hands to his face and cupped his velvet like cheeks, red with anger. She wiped the blood that was on his cheek with her thumb and continued her search for answers.
He took her hands into his own and looked at them. They were pampered with care, for she did very little to them to cause any sign of aging. He released them and broke the tension that built between the two by walking to a nearby plaza.
She sighed in disapointment, and followed him to a fountain that had a ancient tree growing in the center. He sat on the stone wall that circled it and dipped his hands, which still possesed dried blood. in it. It detachted itself from his hands and floated into the water.
Galadriel sat beside him and stared into the water. "I want to help you, but you keep me out. I would just read your mind, but you have a layer of protection against my prying. Your vexation with me is the cause..."
He gave her a emotionless look this time and spoke. "When I was submerging to the ground I, for once in a long time... I smiled. All the emptiness in my soul and mind were filled with happiness. I felt whole for a worthy amount of seconds."
She nodded her head and replied. "If death is the only answer to your grief, there must be another way. I believe if you let go of all your memories of you past relationships of the Fellowship, you will slowly relieve yourself from the resentment and vexation you have carried with you for a abundancy of years."
He nodded but believed none of this. He knew only one cure... death.
"But I will bind you," Galadriel said sternly, but as caring as should could manage. "I will cast a spell upon you, preventing you from doing any kind of intentional death to yourself. There are exceptions to this spell, but you will know when you come across it."
"No!" Cried Legolas. "I must do this! I have tried traveling, feasting, and all the entertainment in Middle Earth, and I have found one cure for my sickness. Death! It is what I need to meet true happiness! Leave your witchery to yourself and leave me be!'
Redness sorounded his face. His hair blew softly in the wind, leaving glittery essences of stubborness in the air. He spoke in a contageous anger which over took Galadriel.
"You WILL listen to me! Have I not made it clear to you that I care for you as my own child? Have I ever harmed you or done negative actions? I will not let you die, because for once I really feel for someone I know!" Legolas flinched at her words. He couldn't have ever imagained the peacful Galadriel angry. It scared him to think of the things she would say, or even the things she would do.
She spoke again, not as loud, but still in anger. "I have never felt the warmth of friendship since your mother had died many, many years ago. Then you come along and fill a portion of the empty space inside my soul! You have taken your mothers place in me, and I won't lose this feeling of near wholeness! Not again! You are loved by someone in this world, even though you deny it. You search for love, but when love finds a chance you shun it away from you. All your sorrow doesn't come from your losses, it comes from your actions!" She seemed to blend in with the darkess of the woods, causing her eyes to glow red and her clothes to furiously fly into the air, snapping and ripping.
She then collapsed on the floor, in her original appearence. She stood up again, weak in the knees and tear struck. She looked into Legolas' eyes, which had still remained the bottomless pit they always were. She then grabbed his hand and wept upon it. Tears streamed down his hand, circling his slef-wounded hands, and dripping to the ground.
He yanked his hand from her delicate grip and she looked at him in disbelief. She drew her hand back and slapped him across his face. She then ran through the plaza and back into the main area of the Palace.
Legolas then sat back down on the fountain, and looked at his reflection in the flowing water. He saw four lines scratched across his right cheek, bleeding slightly. He touched them, recoiling in pain. His cheek burned and he continued to look at himself.
He obviously saw what he hated most... the sorrow on his face.
He stood up from the fountain and returned to his Chamber. He collapsed on his bed, but didn't go to sleep. He instead stared at the ceiling, thinking of his sorrowfull past. Thinking of the only way he could relieve it. Death was what he needed. But he knew Galadriel to do what she had her mind set on. He knew she was binding him from this. So he loosened its grip on his mind and thought of different things.
His cheek throbbed, but he didn't know what to do with it. He then felt something come to his emotional wad of resent. He felt fear.
He curled up into a ball in his bed, and looked around the room, paranoid. He stroked his own hair, hoping it would give him comfort. He looked at his hands. Blood still poured itself from his hand, leaving brown streaks in his hair as he stroked it. Blood dripped from his cheek onto the sheets of his bed. He was feeling the aftermath of his accidental suicide attmept.
Head covered in blood, he pulled a sheet over himself and went into a fearful Elvish sleep...
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Once Again:
Review PLEASE! ^-^ Flame me! I don't care! I planning on making this a Long story, but without support, i really don't think I will. I already know how the story might turn out, and if im the only one that cares, then I shoudn't share it with you. I like hearing opinions on my writing and I would LOVE to hear things I should change for the better! So do whatever you want, whether to approve of this story or disapprove, or even better, to help me out on un-true facts and flaws I make on Legolas' journeys.