Chapter 23
Someone to Call Mother
Galadriel walked next to Legolas and peered to his empty face. She hated the anger she built up in him, but she felt it necissary.
She walked to him and put her hand on his shoulder. It was bony and lean, showing that he hadn't ate anything in some time. She closed the unoccupied hand an dopened it to reveal a lucious red apple.
"Here, eat this Legolas... build your strength."
Legolas turned from the apple and reverted back to his bed, where he sat on the edge. Galadriel let her hang low as she took Legolas' place to view the moon outside the window.
"You know very well how much I love you, Legolas. I love you as you mother can't. Why can't you accept it? Why do I have to anger you, prying a eternaly sealed door. Please open it for me."
Legolas did not repsond, he just sat on the edge of the bed, ignoring the hunger that raged in his stomach. He only thought of his losses. He thought of Myian. Why someone so innocent was doomed to die such a fast but painful death confused Legolas.
Why didn't they just take him. He wanted to be taken, he wanted his life ended. But he would never get this...never.
Galadriel walked to Legolas, joining him on the edge of the bed.
She took her arms and rapped them around Legolas' shoulders. She embraced him tight, her eyes watering as she prayed that Legolas might be open to her, but he did none of it.
"Leave me be," was all Legolas could say to Galadriel.
"I wont! Your life would never be so agonizing as is now, if you would just speak!"
Legolas' face turned red with anger, causing him to rise from the bed and in front of the fire that was on the complete other side of the room.
He watched the burning embers, resmebling his eyes, they burned.
Galadriel walked to him and grabbed his shoulder, forcing him to look at her. But she not only turned him around but pushed him backwards into the fire...
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"LEGOLAS!" She screamed, as he clumsily fell backwards into the flames behind him.
A look of terror and confusion covered his face as the fire burned his skin.
Galadriel summoned a spell that pulled him from the fire and also extinguished the flames that were feeding off his clothing.
She glided him to the bed and started to perform spells that would minimize his pains from the burns.
Rouge walked into the room, having heard the scream and soon joined Galadriel with the healing process.
All Legolas could do was slowly pass out from the pain...
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Legolas woke from his sleep. He tried to lift a arm up in the air, but soon dropped it from the burning pain that covered his body.
He yelled in pain as he felt a heat wave go all around his body.
He felt a hand try and gently stop all his movement, and succeded. He looked and saw Galadriel, face covered with tears.
She started to gently stroke his long blonde hair with her silken hands. His hair had made it out of the fire un-tarnished. She continued to stroke his hair, trying to give him as much comfort as possible. Trying to earn his forgivness.
She bent down and kissed his soft forehead. One of the other few things that had survived the merciless fire accident. She had cried the entire night because of her clumsiness. She felt as if she would do anything to gain his trust.
Noting that he was half-conscious, she listened to his final word before he drifted off into another sleep.
"Mother"....
Someone to Call Mother
Galadriel walked next to Legolas and peered to his empty face. She hated the anger she built up in him, but she felt it necissary.
She walked to him and put her hand on his shoulder. It was bony and lean, showing that he hadn't ate anything in some time. She closed the unoccupied hand an dopened it to reveal a lucious red apple.
"Here, eat this Legolas... build your strength."
Legolas turned from the apple and reverted back to his bed, where he sat on the edge. Galadriel let her hang low as she took Legolas' place to view the moon outside the window.
"You know very well how much I love you, Legolas. I love you as you mother can't. Why can't you accept it? Why do I have to anger you, prying a eternaly sealed door. Please open it for me."
Legolas did not repsond, he just sat on the edge of the bed, ignoring the hunger that raged in his stomach. He only thought of his losses. He thought of Myian. Why someone so innocent was doomed to die such a fast but painful death confused Legolas.
Why didn't they just take him. He wanted to be taken, he wanted his life ended. But he would never get this...never.
Galadriel walked to Legolas, joining him on the edge of the bed.
She took her arms and rapped them around Legolas' shoulders. She embraced him tight, her eyes watering as she prayed that Legolas might be open to her, but he did none of it.
"Leave me be," was all Legolas could say to Galadriel.
"I wont! Your life would never be so agonizing as is now, if you would just speak!"
Legolas' face turned red with anger, causing him to rise from the bed and in front of the fire that was on the complete other side of the room.
He watched the burning embers, resmebling his eyes, they burned.
Galadriel walked to him and grabbed his shoulder, forcing him to look at her. But she not only turned him around but pushed him backwards into the fire...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"LEGOLAS!" She screamed, as he clumsily fell backwards into the flames behind him.
A look of terror and confusion covered his face as the fire burned his skin.
Galadriel summoned a spell that pulled him from the fire and also extinguished the flames that were feeding off his clothing.
She glided him to the bed and started to perform spells that would minimize his pains from the burns.
Rouge walked into the room, having heard the scream and soon joined Galadriel with the healing process.
All Legolas could do was slowly pass out from the pain...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Legolas woke from his sleep. He tried to lift a arm up in the air, but soon dropped it from the burning pain that covered his body.
He yelled in pain as he felt a heat wave go all around his body.
He felt a hand try and gently stop all his movement, and succeded. He looked and saw Galadriel, face covered with tears.
She started to gently stroke his long blonde hair with her silken hands. His hair had made it out of the fire un-tarnished. She continued to stroke his hair, trying to give him as much comfort as possible. Trying to earn his forgivness.
She bent down and kissed his soft forehead. One of the other few things that had survived the merciless fire accident. She had cried the entire night because of her clumsiness. She felt as if she would do anything to gain his trust.
Noting that he was half-conscious, she listened to his final word before he drifted off into another sleep.
"Mother"....