Chapter 11
The Journey Continues
Legolas awoke from his fearful night. He had dry blood all over his hands, on half of his face, his neck, and all over the bed on which he had slept. He woke up feeling throbbing in his hands and face. The thing cuts on his hands had vanished, but the scratch marks on his cheeks were still slightly open.
Legolas decided that Galadriel added more than just physical stregnth to her blow, but she also used black magic alongside.
He walked to the mirror to see for himself what his face reflected. His face was swollen on his right cheek and was covered in scabs. He touched it ever so slightly and a schock of pain came over him. And while he was looking in the mirror, he caught something else of interest. Rouge and Myian were lounging in two rocking chairs ina corner obseving him.
"You had a sleepless night..." Myian said, starting the conversation. "Galadriel explained everything that had happened and she apologizes for her actions. She said you need to come to the infirmary when you awoke."
Rouge stood up from her chair and walked into the room that contained the hot spring. She grabbed a rag from the side and dipped it into the water. She walked up to Legolas and waited for him to agree to wiping the blood from his face.
He nodded and she proceeded. She started to wipe the blood from his neck, and gave a expression of disgust.
"You really bled last night, Prince Legolas," she said looking him in his eyes for a reaction. "When were you going to spare a second to tell me I was traveling with royalty. I would have never caused you as much trouble as I did!" She began to shake a little.
"I am from away from my kingdom, I am no longer a prince until a return victorious over my journey." This was of course a lie that he told through parted lips. He had gotten used to people not giving him the respect he was entitled to lately, mostly because over the last years, he avoiding social contact with people.
Myian walked up to the two with a rag and grabbed one of Legolas' hands. She began to wash the dry blood from it, showing a normal expression because she had shed blood herslef and was used to it.
When Rouge finished with her work on his neck, she tried to wipe his swollen cheek. She touched it barley and Legolas whipped out his hand, grabbing hers to prevent further cleaning on it.
"Is it that swollen, my prince?" Asked Rouge. He nodded and she pulled her hand from his grip. Myian, being the mischevious half-elf she was, pointed behind him. He turned and she released his hand and wiped his cheek with a powerful force. Legolas stumbled to the floor circling the wound on his cheek, carefully checking to make sure he didn't touch it.
"You need to be cleaned before they can do anything to you!" Myian told him, enjoying that he was finaly cowering below him. "Galadriel has placed black magic into the wound she gave you. It his weakened your immunity, explaining why your face is getting swollen. A healer must remove the spell, or you could die from infection."
He then replied, standing up, occasionly wincing in the pain that he was in. "Then let me die."
Rouge looked at him iwth unbeleabing eyes. 'Why would he want to die when he can just go through a simple 5 minuete operation? Does he really carry that much agony inside?'
"NO!" Myian cried. "Do you know who would carry the blame if you should die? Me! Everyone is always trying to blame there falts on me, and I wont have at anymore! You need to rise and be the elf that everyone used to love. The elf your father wants. Not the one that shows no emotion, blocking his soroundings with a barrier of depression."
"What do you know of my father?!" Legolas screamed at her. "Do think I love being like this? Being disgusted and repulsed by myself? Well I don't! And I have only found one way to relieve it from my head. Death! I need it like a hunhry child needs food. It has become an addiction!" He glared at Myian, and then Rouge, who had taken silence in all these happenings.
"Forgive me..." Rouge said. She touched his forehead and he slowly fell went into sleep...
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Into his forced sleep, Legolas had a vision.
He saw Mirkwood. Children playing with each other, and adults watching them, recalling their early years. But the greeness in the trees began to fade, turning them into a sickly red. The winds of change began to slow... until it wasn't even there anymore. There flowing Forest River that ran through the upper area of Mirkwood dried up into there was an empty mud pit in its place. Then all the heat went away and Mirkwood became a snowing, lifeless region.
Legolas woke up in a heated rush. He looked around seeing that it was just a dream. In a corner Galdriel stood with her normal featurless body.
"Glad that you could wake," Galadriel said stepping forward. "I think you know you must continue your journey. I believe the closest one is in Ered Mithrin. Look for a peak that makes a sea of stars on its ground. I will give you provisions and more equipment for your journey. I already know that you would rather not travel with the other two, so I suggest you hurry before they wake."
With her final word she walked from the room. He dizzily walked from the infirmary and, with difficulty, walked to his chambers. He saw a pouch full of food, a new bow made of red-wood, and a larger quiver full of arrows.
He walked from the palace, through the city and steadily walked North. No regrets...
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The Journey Continues
Legolas awoke from his fearful night. He had dry blood all over his hands, on half of his face, his neck, and all over the bed on which he had slept. He woke up feeling throbbing in his hands and face. The thing cuts on his hands had vanished, but the scratch marks on his cheeks were still slightly open.
Legolas decided that Galadriel added more than just physical stregnth to her blow, but she also used black magic alongside.
He walked to the mirror to see for himself what his face reflected. His face was swollen on his right cheek and was covered in scabs. He touched it ever so slightly and a schock of pain came over him. And while he was looking in the mirror, he caught something else of interest. Rouge and Myian were lounging in two rocking chairs ina corner obseving him.
"You had a sleepless night..." Myian said, starting the conversation. "Galadriel explained everything that had happened and she apologizes for her actions. She said you need to come to the infirmary when you awoke."
Rouge stood up from her chair and walked into the room that contained the hot spring. She grabbed a rag from the side and dipped it into the water. She walked up to Legolas and waited for him to agree to wiping the blood from his face.
He nodded and she proceeded. She started to wipe the blood from his neck, and gave a expression of disgust.
"You really bled last night, Prince Legolas," she said looking him in his eyes for a reaction. "When were you going to spare a second to tell me I was traveling with royalty. I would have never caused you as much trouble as I did!" She began to shake a little.
"I am from away from my kingdom, I am no longer a prince until a return victorious over my journey." This was of course a lie that he told through parted lips. He had gotten used to people not giving him the respect he was entitled to lately, mostly because over the last years, he avoiding social contact with people.
Myian walked up to the two with a rag and grabbed one of Legolas' hands. She began to wash the dry blood from it, showing a normal expression because she had shed blood herslef and was used to it.
When Rouge finished with her work on his neck, she tried to wipe his swollen cheek. She touched it barley and Legolas whipped out his hand, grabbing hers to prevent further cleaning on it.
"Is it that swollen, my prince?" Asked Rouge. He nodded and she pulled her hand from his grip. Myian, being the mischevious half-elf she was, pointed behind him. He turned and she released his hand and wiped his cheek with a powerful force. Legolas stumbled to the floor circling the wound on his cheek, carefully checking to make sure he didn't touch it.
"You need to be cleaned before they can do anything to you!" Myian told him, enjoying that he was finaly cowering below him. "Galadriel has placed black magic into the wound she gave you. It his weakened your immunity, explaining why your face is getting swollen. A healer must remove the spell, or you could die from infection."
He then replied, standing up, occasionly wincing in the pain that he was in. "Then let me die."
Rouge looked at him iwth unbeleabing eyes. 'Why would he want to die when he can just go through a simple 5 minuete operation? Does he really carry that much agony inside?'
"NO!" Myian cried. "Do you know who would carry the blame if you should die? Me! Everyone is always trying to blame there falts on me, and I wont have at anymore! You need to rise and be the elf that everyone used to love. The elf your father wants. Not the one that shows no emotion, blocking his soroundings with a barrier of depression."
"What do you know of my father?!" Legolas screamed at her. "Do think I love being like this? Being disgusted and repulsed by myself? Well I don't! And I have only found one way to relieve it from my head. Death! I need it like a hunhry child needs food. It has become an addiction!" He glared at Myian, and then Rouge, who had taken silence in all these happenings.
"Forgive me..." Rouge said. She touched his forehead and he slowly fell went into sleep...
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Into his forced sleep, Legolas had a vision.
He saw Mirkwood. Children playing with each other, and adults watching them, recalling their early years. But the greeness in the trees began to fade, turning them into a sickly red. The winds of change began to slow... until it wasn't even there anymore. There flowing Forest River that ran through the upper area of Mirkwood dried up into there was an empty mud pit in its place. Then all the heat went away and Mirkwood became a snowing, lifeless region.
Legolas woke up in a heated rush. He looked around seeing that it was just a dream. In a corner Galdriel stood with her normal featurless body.
"Glad that you could wake," Galadriel said stepping forward. "I think you know you must continue your journey. I believe the closest one is in Ered Mithrin. Look for a peak that makes a sea of stars on its ground. I will give you provisions and more equipment for your journey. I already know that you would rather not travel with the other two, so I suggest you hurry before they wake."
With her final word she walked from the room. He dizzily walked from the infirmary and, with difficulty, walked to his chambers. He saw a pouch full of food, a new bow made of red-wood, and a larger quiver full of arrows.
He walked from the palace, through the city and steadily walked North. No regrets...
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Ugh... talk about *lame* chapter! Well here is my plead for reviews that I put in every chapter: