Chapter 25
Aftermath
Rouge had spent the rest of the day with the weeping Amwy. Amwy was flooded with guilt, she still felt responsible for Myian's death. She removed her clothes she wore for the burial and replaced them with a simple light purple gown. A few purple ribbons were weaved through her pink hair, leaving her hair free to flow in the wind.
Rouge was interested in the ways that Nymphs lived. She watched how their burial ritual was, and was curious to how they started such unique and attractive ways for simple things.
But she would wait until Amwy was better to ask questions...
Ryken was exploring the rest of the Palace. Glancing at portraits of former kings and current princes. Since Nymphs were all immortal, there weren't very many different kings. He had gone to a library earlier that day. He read books on how Nymphs lived their lives. It seemed that Nymph reproduction was very limited. Most likely because of the women's rate of miscarriages. Magic had side affects on child birth, and since you Nmyphen girls were raised with magic, they would most likely suffer from this terrible mishap.
Ryken spent most of his time wandering halls and searching the vast library. They Nymphs spoke a different language, but wrote in plain English. This was of course to Ryken's advantage, so he studied and dug for more and more knowledge.
Legolas on the other hand, spent most of his days in bed. Galadriel never left his side, comforting him in every way she poissibly could. She worried for him, not being able to get him to eat or drink. She feared he would die from starvation soon, hoping for a ray of light to shine through on his stubborness.
Legolas was miserable. He was always scorching, but Galadriel always kept a light sheet on top of him. He could move to some extent now. He could move his arms freely, but his legs would never cooperate with the rest of him. He legs were on of the parts of his body that were heavily burned.
He had only been able to look at them once. Some parts were infected, some had giant scabs. His hands were rough and dry from the burns. But Galadriel only rubbed lotions and forced him potions to help him heal.
His chest had been burned slightly. Enought to annoy him and prevent him from sitting up without pain. He could only hope that his back didn't look as bad as it felt.
He would only wear leggins because a tunic or anything else made him burn even more. Galadriel had Ryken arrange a bath for Legolas that morning. Hoping that some of the scabs would wash off or some imrpvement would happen elsewhere. Legolas didn't improve much, and Ryken felt a strange akwardness in his stomach after viewing his injuries.
While he was bathing, or basicly just sitting in the water, he caught a clear reflection of his face. No marks were left on his face, and his hair made it out the fire without it being burned. His face and his hair was the only things he cuold be proud of. The things that most women found the most appealing. Most didn't care if he was a prince of Mirkwood or not, they just loved the way he appeared. What always made him turn his head was that they never cared who 'he' was. He knew for a fact that what meets the eye almost never is the complete truth.
Galadriel was still sad. As most were right now because of the death fo Myian, she was even more sorrowful because of the fact that her 'child' was in great pain. She woudl give her own life just to heal his soul, along with his wounds. She could only pray that he would get well soon.
"How are we feeling now?" She would ask him often. But Legolas would only reply with a grunt are a nod of his head.
Rouge spent the night walking with Ryken. They expressed the feelings they could never really show beforehand. But the death of Myian seemed to cure some of this ailment, and even seemed to bond the two a little.
But that night in Legolas' chamber, the thing that seemed to take a great weight off of Galadriels shoulders was when Legolas gave her his first words. He was soon dizzy and falling asleep fast from some pain number potion she managed to get to swallow. He spoke for the first time in days, and Galafriel could not think of a better sentence to tell her at the current moment.
"I forgive you"......
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Since Alexia seems to have a depressing Legolas moment going on my Review board[;o)]I will say that Myian still has a large role left in this story. So don't lose interest! I might even suprise a few of you who actualy read this fan fic to begin with!
Aftermath
Rouge had spent the rest of the day with the weeping Amwy. Amwy was flooded with guilt, she still felt responsible for Myian's death. She removed her clothes she wore for the burial and replaced them with a simple light purple gown. A few purple ribbons were weaved through her pink hair, leaving her hair free to flow in the wind.
Rouge was interested in the ways that Nymphs lived. She watched how their burial ritual was, and was curious to how they started such unique and attractive ways for simple things.
But she would wait until Amwy was better to ask questions...
Ryken was exploring the rest of the Palace. Glancing at portraits of former kings and current princes. Since Nymphs were all immortal, there weren't very many different kings. He had gone to a library earlier that day. He read books on how Nymphs lived their lives. It seemed that Nymph reproduction was very limited. Most likely because of the women's rate of miscarriages. Magic had side affects on child birth, and since you Nmyphen girls were raised with magic, they would most likely suffer from this terrible mishap.
Ryken spent most of his time wandering halls and searching the vast library. They Nymphs spoke a different language, but wrote in plain English. This was of course to Ryken's advantage, so he studied and dug for more and more knowledge.
Legolas on the other hand, spent most of his days in bed. Galadriel never left his side, comforting him in every way she poissibly could. She worried for him, not being able to get him to eat or drink. She feared he would die from starvation soon, hoping for a ray of light to shine through on his stubborness.
Legolas was miserable. He was always scorching, but Galadriel always kept a light sheet on top of him. He could move to some extent now. He could move his arms freely, but his legs would never cooperate with the rest of him. He legs were on of the parts of his body that were heavily burned.
He had only been able to look at them once. Some parts were infected, some had giant scabs. His hands were rough and dry from the burns. But Galadriel only rubbed lotions and forced him potions to help him heal.
His chest had been burned slightly. Enought to annoy him and prevent him from sitting up without pain. He could only hope that his back didn't look as bad as it felt.
He would only wear leggins because a tunic or anything else made him burn even more. Galadriel had Ryken arrange a bath for Legolas that morning. Hoping that some of the scabs would wash off or some imrpvement would happen elsewhere. Legolas didn't improve much, and Ryken felt a strange akwardness in his stomach after viewing his injuries.
While he was bathing, or basicly just sitting in the water, he caught a clear reflection of his face. No marks were left on his face, and his hair made it out the fire without it being burned. His face and his hair was the only things he cuold be proud of. The things that most women found the most appealing. Most didn't care if he was a prince of Mirkwood or not, they just loved the way he appeared. What always made him turn his head was that they never cared who 'he' was. He knew for a fact that what meets the eye almost never is the complete truth.
Galadriel was still sad. As most were right now because of the death fo Myian, she was even more sorrowful because of the fact that her 'child' was in great pain. She woudl give her own life just to heal his soul, along with his wounds. She could only pray that he would get well soon.
"How are we feeling now?" She would ask him often. But Legolas would only reply with a grunt are a nod of his head.
Rouge spent the night walking with Ryken. They expressed the feelings they could never really show beforehand. But the death of Myian seemed to cure some of this ailment, and even seemed to bond the two a little.
But that night in Legolas' chamber, the thing that seemed to take a great weight off of Galadriels shoulders was when Legolas gave her his first words. He was soon dizzy and falling asleep fast from some pain number potion she managed to get to swallow. He spoke for the first time in days, and Galafriel could not think of a better sentence to tell her at the current moment.
"I forgive you"......
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Since Alexia seems to have a depressing Legolas moment going on my Review board[;o)]I will say that Myian still has a large role left in this story. So don't lose interest! I might even suprise a few of you who actualy read this fan fic to begin with!