Chapter 24
Sad Fairwell
Legolas spent the next whole day in great pain...internal and external. All Galadriel allowed him to do was lay on his bed while she sang to him. Sweet words flowed from her mouth, showing her years of practice.
She had never loved her own daughter as much as she loved Legolas as her child. Her daughter seemed to grow so fast, but Legolas seemed to still be a child she needed to care for. She felt guilty for the death of Legolas' mother, leaving his father and Legolas to live wihtout maternal care. She felt as if Legolas' mother had chosen her to care for the son she had leave.
Legolas wimpered in pain as he tried to adjust himself. Galadriel calmly adjusted him with her delicate hands to where he felt more combfortable.
She had cried the entire night before over the injury she had caused him. She felt that he would never forgive her. But little did she know about it. Legolas forgave her... Legolas loved her in place of his mother...
Legolas just lay on the bed, taking joy in the songs Galadriel sang to him for comfort. At times he would feel light tears fall on his golden locks from Galadriel. He was to hurt to speak, so he couldn't tell her about his forgiveness. He just hoped that somehow she would know and give herself relief.
Ryken was walking down the long and abstract halls in the Alexandrian Palace. He knew that today was the burial of Myian. Rouge had informed him on this not to long ago. All he did was visit the wounded Legolas and communed with Galadriel.
She said that she reached Alexandria by the spell that Rouge had left in Lorien. She said after some work with the spell, she managed to use it to find Legolas. She wanted to hear him agree to forgive her, but she instead pushed to hard and sent him to the fire.
She didn't want the Nymph people to know her presence for some unknown reason, but he agreed to keep this to himself. He was very happy to meet such a fair and good hearted elf.
Rouge was sitting on a balcony that stretched over the ocean that was behind Alexandria. She watched the roaring waves crash against the rocks below, thinking of Myian. She stood there without food or rest ever since she helped Galadriel with Legolas... thinking of Myian.
Legolas' abdomen and arms were severly burned. Galadriel put lotions on him to numb his pain and fed herbs him herbs to speed up the process of healing. All the burns had developed healthy scabs, but his body still ached from the accident.
Galadriel continued to stroke his hair and sing to him until Rouge came to tell them of the funeral. Legolas nodded his head when Galadriel asked him if he wanted to view from a balcony.
Nymphs burials were quite different from the ways that other Middle-Earth did it. They had huge water flowers that acted like venus fly traps, but didn't devour things they caught. They just held them captive until they died and decomposed.
The rest of the group (excluding Galadriel who watched the burial from Legolas' chamber using magic) stood on the balcony. Legolas sat in a chair with a light blanket sprawled on him, keeping him warm for his tunic was badly burned. Ryken and Rouge stood on both sides of the chair.
Amwy was going to 'send' Myian into the raging sea. They group agreed that this was a acceptible way for their friend's remains to leave.
Priests, Amwy, and the King all stood on a pier. The king was dressed in his normal attire, while the priests were all dressed in white robes and silver circlets. But Amwy was wearing a long white dress with lace sleeves and silk fabric. She had one white daisy stuck on her left ear, resembling purity. Her hair was in a complicated bun held in place by a diamond stubbed hair net. In her arms she carried there lost companion.
Myian was in a simple white dress. She wore glass slippers and had a golden tiara combed into her curly gold hair. She had white flower petal sprinkled all over the curls, and had one of her daggers clutched into her right hand.
Amwy stepped to the edge of the pier and looked up to the sun. She then gracefully stepped off the pier.
The group on the balcony all clenched there fists as she fell towards the water. But to their suprise, she walked on top of the waveless water.
She walked a few feet from the pier and the priests began to sing. After Amwy stopped, a large flower came from underneath the water. It was a giant lilly like flower, with long petals. Amwy bent down and kissed Myian's head and gently placed her into the center of the flower.
Its' petals slowly closed around the body that belonged to Myian. Tears began to flow from Rouge, Ryken, and Amwy's faces. Amwy still bore the guilt of Myian's death.
She slowly placed her hands in a praying position, and a small breeze came. The plant slowly began to move further out to the sea. Some of Amwy's pinned hair broke loose from its tight binding and and gently floated in the wind.
Amwy turned and walked back to the pier, where the singing priests and the Nympg King giving his repsect stood.
Legolas let one tear thick with sorrow flow from his right eye and down his cheek as he watched his lodt campanion sail into the sunset...
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Yeah! This is one of my more emotional chapters. I seem to have gained my interest in this story again, so expect more updates! Tell me what you think! Things always seem more interesting when Galadriel is in the picture for me... and Those of you who are sad about Myian's depart, you might be suprised...
Sad Fairwell
Legolas spent the next whole day in great pain...internal and external. All Galadriel allowed him to do was lay on his bed while she sang to him. Sweet words flowed from her mouth, showing her years of practice.
She had never loved her own daughter as much as she loved Legolas as her child. Her daughter seemed to grow so fast, but Legolas seemed to still be a child she needed to care for. She felt guilty for the death of Legolas' mother, leaving his father and Legolas to live wihtout maternal care. She felt as if Legolas' mother had chosen her to care for the son she had leave.
Legolas wimpered in pain as he tried to adjust himself. Galadriel calmly adjusted him with her delicate hands to where he felt more combfortable.
She had cried the entire night before over the injury she had caused him. She felt that he would never forgive her. But little did she know about it. Legolas forgave her... Legolas loved her in place of his mother...
Legolas just lay on the bed, taking joy in the songs Galadriel sang to him for comfort. At times he would feel light tears fall on his golden locks from Galadriel. He was to hurt to speak, so he couldn't tell her about his forgiveness. He just hoped that somehow she would know and give herself relief.
Ryken was walking down the long and abstract halls in the Alexandrian Palace. He knew that today was the burial of Myian. Rouge had informed him on this not to long ago. All he did was visit the wounded Legolas and communed with Galadriel.
She said that she reached Alexandria by the spell that Rouge had left in Lorien. She said after some work with the spell, she managed to use it to find Legolas. She wanted to hear him agree to forgive her, but she instead pushed to hard and sent him to the fire.
She didn't want the Nymph people to know her presence for some unknown reason, but he agreed to keep this to himself. He was very happy to meet such a fair and good hearted elf.
Rouge was sitting on a balcony that stretched over the ocean that was behind Alexandria. She watched the roaring waves crash against the rocks below, thinking of Myian. She stood there without food or rest ever since she helped Galadriel with Legolas... thinking of Myian.
Legolas' abdomen and arms were severly burned. Galadriel put lotions on him to numb his pain and fed herbs him herbs to speed up the process of healing. All the burns had developed healthy scabs, but his body still ached from the accident.
Galadriel continued to stroke his hair and sing to him until Rouge came to tell them of the funeral. Legolas nodded his head when Galadriel asked him if he wanted to view from a balcony.
Nymphs burials were quite different from the ways that other Middle-Earth did it. They had huge water flowers that acted like venus fly traps, but didn't devour things they caught. They just held them captive until they died and decomposed.
The rest of the group (excluding Galadriel who watched the burial from Legolas' chamber using magic) stood on the balcony. Legolas sat in a chair with a light blanket sprawled on him, keeping him warm for his tunic was badly burned. Ryken and Rouge stood on both sides of the chair.
Amwy was going to 'send' Myian into the raging sea. They group agreed that this was a acceptible way for their friend's remains to leave.
Priests, Amwy, and the King all stood on a pier. The king was dressed in his normal attire, while the priests were all dressed in white robes and silver circlets. But Amwy was wearing a long white dress with lace sleeves and silk fabric. She had one white daisy stuck on her left ear, resembling purity. Her hair was in a complicated bun held in place by a diamond stubbed hair net. In her arms she carried there lost companion.
Myian was in a simple white dress. She wore glass slippers and had a golden tiara combed into her curly gold hair. She had white flower petal sprinkled all over the curls, and had one of her daggers clutched into her right hand.
Amwy stepped to the edge of the pier and looked up to the sun. She then gracefully stepped off the pier.
The group on the balcony all clenched there fists as she fell towards the water. But to their suprise, she walked on top of the waveless water.
She walked a few feet from the pier and the priests began to sing. After Amwy stopped, a large flower came from underneath the water. It was a giant lilly like flower, with long petals. Amwy bent down and kissed Myian's head and gently placed her into the center of the flower.
Its' petals slowly closed around the body that belonged to Myian. Tears began to flow from Rouge, Ryken, and Amwy's faces. Amwy still bore the guilt of Myian's death.
She slowly placed her hands in a praying position, and a small breeze came. The plant slowly began to move further out to the sea. Some of Amwy's pinned hair broke loose from its tight binding and and gently floated in the wind.
Amwy turned and walked back to the pier, where the singing priests and the Nympg King giving his repsect stood.
Legolas let one tear thick with sorrow flow from his right eye and down his cheek as he watched his lodt campanion sail into the sunset...
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Yeah! This is one of my more emotional chapters. I seem to have gained my interest in this story again, so expect more updates! Tell me what you think! Things always seem more interesting when Galadriel is in the picture for me... and Those of you who are sad about Myian's depart, you might be suprised...