Chapter 26
Recovering
Legolas spent the next few days slowly recovering from his wounds. The burn could still be felt by his weak body. Rouge had come to visit him every morning and night. She hoped that nothing serious would become of Legolas' illness. She wondered why he didn't recover quickly like he normaly did. He gained minor infection and the burns never seemed to go away. Wasn't this unlike the Elven species? Only Galadriel knew the answer...
Legolas had been through so much sadness and regret that he was starting to die of a broken heart. Sometimes he would heal some, while others he would get worse. Galadriel worried for him. She wondered what she could do to boost his spirits. But until she thought of a way, she would only stay by his side...
Legolas on the other hand, knew he was dying. He of course wanted death, but he wondered the consequences. He shivered at the thought of someone being reincarnated with his appearence. He finally decided to let go of his sorrow. He knew that not all of it would go away, but just some of it could possibly save his life.
He started the next morning. He thought of the other Fellowship memebers. He said to himself over and over, "Forgive me...". After going into deep thought, he finally felt a small weight lifted from his shoulders. He felt somehwat happier and more humble. Galadriel saw these changes and smiled. Past the cold dripping sweat and the swollen skin on Legolas' face was a battle on which he would win.
Soon Legolas could walk again. He still needed a little support, but he could manage very well. Galadriel soon summoned Ryken to fetch Legolas clothing as close to his old ones as possible. All Legolas had at the current moment was his leggins.
When the clothes finally came, Legolas gratefully put them on. He was happier, even though he didn't show it through his expressions, his Elven light that sorounded his body radiated more than usual. His hair soon had lost its burns and in place grew new healthy hair. He used his long, white dagger to cut the remaining black streaks.
When he finally could walk normaly again, even though he still was suffering from burns on his back and legs, he took a stroll around the Palace. He greeted servants with a simple nod, making most of the younger female servants blush or grin. He ignored this fact and continued on his path of recovery.
But when he decided to return to his Chambers, Galadriel was gone. In the chair where she sat was a letter. It read:
---Dear Legolas,
Please forgive me for all the pain I have caused you. It seems that when you are around me, I get so paranoid that I might displease you. And in turn I hurt you. I feel that my home needs me once again to rule, but I left mostly because you do not need my service any more.
I have watched you gain inner peace, and I am happy that you are finally letting go. I know that some of it will always remain with you, but you can and will survive. If you die of a broken heart, it seems that I shall also share the same fate. You are so valuable to me, even life seems like a small price. When you have finished your quest, please join me for a wonderufl feast in your honer.
Galadriel---
Legolas' geart singed as he read this smal letter. Had he caused her this much pain? He felt a jolt hit his chest as guilt filled his mind. He sprawled himsle fon his bed, stomach down, and breathed heavily. His back had begun to throb again. But instead of Galadriel tending ot him, he was once again alone.
He began to feel uneasy, the room seemed to be colder and he felt rather sleepy.
He jumped when he felt fingers run through his hair. He qiuckly turned to see someone he had never been acquianted with. It was a young man. He had dirty blonde hair and green eyes. He smiled at Legolas and took hold of Legolas' left hand. His smile turned into an evil grin as his eyes looked over Legolas. He then felt fear travel up his spine. He knew this person was hear to cause him trouble...
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Now time for the moment of truth. Will people review me to boost my motivation, or will I be ignored again and write the next chapter when I feel like it :o( [which is most likely never]
Review if you like it, leave it be if you don't. It sup to my readers now.
Recovering
Legolas spent the next few days slowly recovering from his wounds. The burn could still be felt by his weak body. Rouge had come to visit him every morning and night. She hoped that nothing serious would become of Legolas' illness. She wondered why he didn't recover quickly like he normaly did. He gained minor infection and the burns never seemed to go away. Wasn't this unlike the Elven species? Only Galadriel knew the answer...
Legolas had been through so much sadness and regret that he was starting to die of a broken heart. Sometimes he would heal some, while others he would get worse. Galadriel worried for him. She wondered what she could do to boost his spirits. But until she thought of a way, she would only stay by his side...
Legolas on the other hand, knew he was dying. He of course wanted death, but he wondered the consequences. He shivered at the thought of someone being reincarnated with his appearence. He finally decided to let go of his sorrow. He knew that not all of it would go away, but just some of it could possibly save his life.
He started the next morning. He thought of the other Fellowship memebers. He said to himself over and over, "Forgive me...". After going into deep thought, he finally felt a small weight lifted from his shoulders. He felt somehwat happier and more humble. Galadriel saw these changes and smiled. Past the cold dripping sweat and the swollen skin on Legolas' face was a battle on which he would win.
Soon Legolas could walk again. He still needed a little support, but he could manage very well. Galadriel soon summoned Ryken to fetch Legolas clothing as close to his old ones as possible. All Legolas had at the current moment was his leggins.
When the clothes finally came, Legolas gratefully put them on. He was happier, even though he didn't show it through his expressions, his Elven light that sorounded his body radiated more than usual. His hair soon had lost its burns and in place grew new healthy hair. He used his long, white dagger to cut the remaining black streaks.
When he finally could walk normaly again, even though he still was suffering from burns on his back and legs, he took a stroll around the Palace. He greeted servants with a simple nod, making most of the younger female servants blush or grin. He ignored this fact and continued on his path of recovery.
But when he decided to return to his Chambers, Galadriel was gone. In the chair where she sat was a letter. It read:
---Dear Legolas,
Please forgive me for all the pain I have caused you. It seems that when you are around me, I get so paranoid that I might displease you. And in turn I hurt you. I feel that my home needs me once again to rule, but I left mostly because you do not need my service any more.
I have watched you gain inner peace, and I am happy that you are finally letting go. I know that some of it will always remain with you, but you can and will survive. If you die of a broken heart, it seems that I shall also share the same fate. You are so valuable to me, even life seems like a small price. When you have finished your quest, please join me for a wonderufl feast in your honer.
Galadriel---
Legolas' geart singed as he read this smal letter. Had he caused her this much pain? He felt a jolt hit his chest as guilt filled his mind. He sprawled himsle fon his bed, stomach down, and breathed heavily. His back had begun to throb again. But instead of Galadriel tending ot him, he was once again alone.
He began to feel uneasy, the room seemed to be colder and he felt rather sleepy.
He jumped when he felt fingers run through his hair. He qiuckly turned to see someone he had never been acquianted with. It was a young man. He had dirty blonde hair and green eyes. He smiled at Legolas and took hold of Legolas' left hand. His smile turned into an evil grin as his eyes looked over Legolas. He then felt fear travel up his spine. He knew this person was hear to cause him trouble...
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Now time for the moment of truth. Will people review me to boost my motivation, or will I be ignored again and write the next chapter when I feel like it :o( [which is most likely never]
Review if you like it, leave it be if you don't. It sup to my readers now.