Chapter 22
Till' Death Do Us Part
Legolas stood over the lifeless body. He checked again and again for a pulse, but not the slightest pump of her heart was available. He then turned to Amwy, who was still perched atop the skin-changers back. He noted the skin-chnager slowly changing back to human form.
Amwy walked to him, head low as she spoke. "I am sorry. It was a unpreventable trap. It casted a death spell for its last breaths. There is nothing we can do but give her a propper burial at my kingdom...".
Ryken held his head low. Sorrow partialy filled his heart. He regretted how he played Myian in his fingers, just for entertainment. He hoped she forgave him.
Rouge had hot tears pouring from her eyes. She felt as if her eyes were a waterfall that was found at her home. SHe couldn't make them stop. Her second friend on this journey was gone. With her senses, she felt the spirit that was to be found in Myian's body drift away in the wind. Rouge could verify the death, but she knew that deep down inside, everyone knew.
Amwy felt sad for he carelessness. She should have known that it was trap. She convinced herslef and everyone else that it was unpreventable, but it was.... She hoped Myian forgave her...
Legolas was speechless. Her had no feelings for Myian from their past. But he did feel the guilt of her dying instead of himself. He knew that she would probably be happier in her reincarnated form, maybe this time being a full elven girl with a normal family and life, but forgetting about Legolas in the others.
Legolas only agreed to Amwy's offer as the continued their travels, Myian in Legolas' arms...
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They reached Alexandria, the city of beauty would be a more appropriate name. It had high walls of white stone, and towers of marble. Everything shined in the sunlight, except for the small group that was walking in the gates.
Everyone turned there head towards them as Amwy walked them down the streets towards a palace.
People bowed, reconginizing their princess, others who didn't went on with their every day lives,
People never bowed or treated Legolas with such repsect back in Mirkwood, in fact they never even gave a complete bow before. Who would have been somehwta jealouse or concerend, but he had a dear friend dea din his arms at that moment, so he wasn't giving it much thought,
Whenever they reached the palace door, Amwy spoke in a different language, making the guards step aside and let them in.
She lead them to a throne, where a small king stood. He was only about 5 feet tall, but was very proud and dignified. He had a huge crown covering his hair, and a giant robe, decorated with gems and glittering specks.
"Greetings. The guards have informed me on the happenings and what you are here for. We will begin burial preperations immdediatly."
A Priest like Nymph with black hair and a white robe took Myian from Legolas' arms, and quickly walked off with her.
They spent the rest of the day explaining to the King of Alexandria and Amwy about their journey, and how they were searching for a Nymph to help end it.
There were possibilities that its was Amwy they were looking for, but there was also possibilities that it wasn't.
The king brought all his scholars to the Royal throne room to see if they could figure it out. While they were pondering and giving silent conversations, he arranged a chmaber for all the living memebers of their group.
Rouge went to her room, where she looked at the gold framed window, thinking of Myian. Ryken did the same, but he sat on the window. The sky seemed to remind both of them about Myian. All her bright ways... she was probably the one that kept the little happiness their was in the group. Now she was gone...
Legolas had a alternate way of dealing with this. He crawled into the bed, and went into his elvish sleep. But within it, he dreamed. He dreamed of the life he could have lived with the friendship of Myian. How eventualy she could convert his inside ways into a more extrovert form. But now it was impossible. Now she was really dead...
He spent the next two days, mourning in his own silent manner over Myian. No tears shed, no words spoken, no emotions on his face. Just thought...
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Legolas was woken in the earlier hours of the second night by a unexpected visitor. Galadriel was sitting on the edge of his bed, gazing on his sleeping body.
"What do you want?" Legolas rose from his sleeping position and made eye contact.
"Your forgiveness...", Galadriel spoke, removing the delicate smile from her face.
He rose from the bed and walked to the window. Gazing at the moon, Legolas' thoughts went back to Myian.
"She is dead...", Galadriel said to him. "It was her time to leave Middle Earth. There was nothing you could do to prevent it! Stop it! You are doing it all over again! You keep all your emotions on the inside, you let people feel your coldness of hatred. Just stop it!"
All the candle light and fire that was present in the room soon disenagrated into puffs of smoke.
"Tell me how you feel! It as if you should burst from all the things you keep inside yourself. Please... just tell me how you feel..."
"I feel nothing," Legolas responded to her pleas. "I feel nothing, so I can't tell you anything..."
"I can feel it from you Legolas! I know you have feelings swarming through your veins... just tell me!"
"I... I can't..."
Till' Death Do Us Part
Legolas stood over the lifeless body. He checked again and again for a pulse, but not the slightest pump of her heart was available. He then turned to Amwy, who was still perched atop the skin-changers back. He noted the skin-chnager slowly changing back to human form.
Amwy walked to him, head low as she spoke. "I am sorry. It was a unpreventable trap. It casted a death spell for its last breaths. There is nothing we can do but give her a propper burial at my kingdom...".
Ryken held his head low. Sorrow partialy filled his heart. He regretted how he played Myian in his fingers, just for entertainment. He hoped she forgave him.
Rouge had hot tears pouring from her eyes. She felt as if her eyes were a waterfall that was found at her home. SHe couldn't make them stop. Her second friend on this journey was gone. With her senses, she felt the spirit that was to be found in Myian's body drift away in the wind. Rouge could verify the death, but she knew that deep down inside, everyone knew.
Amwy felt sad for he carelessness. She should have known that it was trap. She convinced herslef and everyone else that it was unpreventable, but it was.... She hoped Myian forgave her...
Legolas was speechless. Her had no feelings for Myian from their past. But he did feel the guilt of her dying instead of himself. He knew that she would probably be happier in her reincarnated form, maybe this time being a full elven girl with a normal family and life, but forgetting about Legolas in the others.
Legolas only agreed to Amwy's offer as the continued their travels, Myian in Legolas' arms...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
They reached Alexandria, the city of beauty would be a more appropriate name. It had high walls of white stone, and towers of marble. Everything shined in the sunlight, except for the small group that was walking in the gates.
Everyone turned there head towards them as Amwy walked them down the streets towards a palace.
People bowed, reconginizing their princess, others who didn't went on with their every day lives,
People never bowed or treated Legolas with such repsect back in Mirkwood, in fact they never even gave a complete bow before. Who would have been somehwta jealouse or concerend, but he had a dear friend dea din his arms at that moment, so he wasn't giving it much thought,
Whenever they reached the palace door, Amwy spoke in a different language, making the guards step aside and let them in.
She lead them to a throne, where a small king stood. He was only about 5 feet tall, but was very proud and dignified. He had a huge crown covering his hair, and a giant robe, decorated with gems and glittering specks.
"Greetings. The guards have informed me on the happenings and what you are here for. We will begin burial preperations immdediatly."
A Priest like Nymph with black hair and a white robe took Myian from Legolas' arms, and quickly walked off with her.
They spent the rest of the day explaining to the King of Alexandria and Amwy about their journey, and how they were searching for a Nymph to help end it.
There were possibilities that its was Amwy they were looking for, but there was also possibilities that it wasn't.
The king brought all his scholars to the Royal throne room to see if they could figure it out. While they were pondering and giving silent conversations, he arranged a chmaber for all the living memebers of their group.
Rouge went to her room, where she looked at the gold framed window, thinking of Myian. Ryken did the same, but he sat on the window. The sky seemed to remind both of them about Myian. All her bright ways... she was probably the one that kept the little happiness their was in the group. Now she was gone...
Legolas had a alternate way of dealing with this. He crawled into the bed, and went into his elvish sleep. But within it, he dreamed. He dreamed of the life he could have lived with the friendship of Myian. How eventualy she could convert his inside ways into a more extrovert form. But now it was impossible. Now she was really dead...
He spent the next two days, mourning in his own silent manner over Myian. No tears shed, no words spoken, no emotions on his face. Just thought...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Legolas was woken in the earlier hours of the second night by a unexpected visitor. Galadriel was sitting on the edge of his bed, gazing on his sleeping body.
"What do you want?" Legolas rose from his sleeping position and made eye contact.
"Your forgiveness...", Galadriel spoke, removing the delicate smile from her face.
He rose from the bed and walked to the window. Gazing at the moon, Legolas' thoughts went back to Myian.
"She is dead...", Galadriel said to him. "It was her time to leave Middle Earth. There was nothing you could do to prevent it! Stop it! You are doing it all over again! You keep all your emotions on the inside, you let people feel your coldness of hatred. Just stop it!"
All the candle light and fire that was present in the room soon disenagrated into puffs of smoke.
"Tell me how you feel! It as if you should burst from all the things you keep inside yourself. Please... just tell me how you feel..."
"I feel nothing," Legolas responded to her pleas. "I feel nothing, so I can't tell you anything..."
"I can feel it from you Legolas! I know you have feelings swarming through your veins... just tell me!"
"I... I can't..."