Chapter 34
Home Again
The first thing that happened to Legolas was a feel of softness all around his body. He partly opened his eyes and saw a red haired girl above him. He was on a bed inside a medium sized room. The red haired girl above him, Rouge, quickly smiled and stood up from her spot next to the bed.
"He's awake!" She screamed back to someone Legolas couldn't see at the moment. He no longer possesed the bruises and scars that he had from the previous world he came from. But the inner pain still remained, stuffed like cotton in his soul.
Someone stormed into the room and peered over the bedside. It was the Nymph Amwy. She gave Legolas a white toothed grin and put her hand on his forehead. "He no longer has a fever," she said with amazement.
Legolas tried ot get up from his position on the bed, but his body was to weak. Rouge placed her hands on his sides and pushed him back down to his laying position. "No," Amwy told him, brushing some of her pink hair behind her ear. "You are still weak."
Leoglas spoke with great difficulty. It was like he had lost his vocal capabilities, but he somehow managed. "Where... am... i?" They both looked at each other and back to him. "We are in Rivendell, Legolas," Rouge said to him as if she was speaking to a child. Legolas had no more will to continue the conversation.
"You were in a come for the last week and a half, Legolas," Amwy said with a frown. "We thought you were a gonner. You occasionaly would shake like crazy and become unnaturaly cold. And we found you curled up sometimes acting like you were being hurt... like you were being beat or something."
Legolas flinched as he remembered the pain he had gone through in the other world. All the painful kick and the leather whips being slapped against his back. He felt slightly cold again, but he didn't shiver. Amwy and Rouge spoke no longer, letting Leoglas gather his thoughts.
'So,' he thought to himself. 'I was always here.' Then a pain struck his heart as another thought appeared. 'What if Philla was never real. What if I was only in a dream....' The thought rubbed salt on the wounded sould he possessed. All of the pain he had went through was for someone who never existed. He felt useless again. Why did he have to live? Why couldn't he just pass on where true happiness might await him. Anything was better than what he felt at that moment.
For the a great amount of time, Legolas just lay on the silken bed, thinking of nothing... just staring at the ceiling. Amwy usualy was next to him, reading books from the Rivendell library that weren't written in Elven. She seemed amazed on how poetic the elves were in there writing. They apparently looked at the world in different eyes the the Nymphs.
For two days straight Legolas just sat there, nothing but regret and sadness clouded his mind. He wouldn't eat, nor would he speak. But his third Day in Rivendell had something different in store. Lord Elrond came to Legolas' chamber. He winced his eyes at the sight. A halfway dressed elf lying on the bed, so skinny from not eating you could start to see his ribs under his milky skin. But his eyes were what pained him the most. They were hollow, unable to show how he felt like most peoples eyes. He hadn't seen Legolas since the Counsel of Elrond, and the change of his features were amazing.
He looked at the sleeping pink haired Nymph who was sitting on a chair next to the bed. He had heard of Nymphs before, but never expected to meet one. She was wearing a lacey white dress, which she put on once she got Rivendell. She traveled in a Tunic, but when they were going to stay somewhere for a while, she tried ot look as classy as possible. Amwy was very self conceited sometimes, but she was working on relieving this bad habbit. She was sitting in the chair with her legs crossed and a book in her lap. Elrond just admired her elegance and walked to the motionless Legolas.
He sat next to him and gave him a weak smile. "Hello, Legolas," he said quietly, so as not wake the sleeping Nymph. "I has been a while dear friend." Legolas continued ot look at the darkened abyss that he had formed above his eyes. Elrond placed a hand on Legolas' head to feel for any kind of fever. Legolas' temperature was completely normal. He wondered what was wrong with him. He always seemed lively when he was a child. But why has he transformed so much?
"What troubles you, Legolas?" Legolas finally turned his gaze to Elrond. "Tell me, maybe I can help."
"You can't...," Legolas told him and turned his head the other way, trying to hide the tears that were beginning to become to hard to hold back. "Try me," he responded to Legolas.
Legolas kept his head turned, but stook on Elrond's offer. "Have you ever fell in love with someone a-n... and you couldn't have them." Elrond nodded his head, Legolas was in love, but now bore a broken heart. "Yes, I have, but you will get over it. There are more flowers in the field if you just walk further. Not all things are meant to be Legolas."
"But what if it was more than that. What if she did love you back, but she sacraficed herself for you. How am I supposed to feel about that? All I feel is guilt that I had ever found her. I was the one that caused her death..."
A long pause filled the room as Elrond thought of a way to heal the wound of Legolas' heart. But before he could respond, someone else joined them in the room. A old man with a lon grey beard and a pointed leather hat. He had a wooden staff by his side and baggy eyebrows that covered most of his face. In the door stood Gandalf.
Legolas turned to see who had walked in. "Gandalf!" He said, full of suprise. He thought Gandalf had died... if it was at all possible...
"You do underestimate me, don't you elf?" He said with a chuckle. "I was supposed to just disappear, but my presence is required right now. You are almost complete with your journey Legolas. Just a little further and you can settle down back in Mirkwood again."
"Why are you required to be here?" Elrond asked out of curiosity. "Let wizards take care of wizard affairs, Elrond," Gandalf said with a smile. Elrond gave a small chuckle and left the room. Gandalf took his place by on the bed and looked at Legolas.
"You really do need to eat, you are going to need your strength for the trials that are to come. Now I need you and your friends to be in the same room." He mumbled a few words and snapped his fingers and within five minutes, the rest of the group Legolas was traveling with came into the room.
Gandalf woke up Amwy and she yawned and looked around the room bewildered. "Whats going on?" She asked. "You will soon have to travel through the trials. Then your adventure will end. But we must first wait for our elf friend to gain his strength back. And we have to wait for Lady Galadriel to show up."
"Why is this?" Ryken asked. "What are we to do?"
"You will find out soon enough Merman. You will probably not like it, but its for the sake of Middle Earth."
Legolas silently made a deal with himself. He would force himself to become better for the rest of this journey. Then he could let it all out when its over and decide what he would do from there. But now he had something to do, something to give his life a little meaning. He was going to save Middle Earth.
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*Sigh* I was bored writing this chapter myself. No offense tkaen if you agree ;o) Im just trying to get back ot the action as soon as possible. It will either start the next chapter, or the one after that. Im talking serious action to :o)
Home Again
The first thing that happened to Legolas was a feel of softness all around his body. He partly opened his eyes and saw a red haired girl above him. He was on a bed inside a medium sized room. The red haired girl above him, Rouge, quickly smiled and stood up from her spot next to the bed.
"He's awake!" She screamed back to someone Legolas couldn't see at the moment. He no longer possesed the bruises and scars that he had from the previous world he came from. But the inner pain still remained, stuffed like cotton in his soul.
Someone stormed into the room and peered over the bedside. It was the Nymph Amwy. She gave Legolas a white toothed grin and put her hand on his forehead. "He no longer has a fever," she said with amazement.
Legolas tried ot get up from his position on the bed, but his body was to weak. Rouge placed her hands on his sides and pushed him back down to his laying position. "No," Amwy told him, brushing some of her pink hair behind her ear. "You are still weak."
Leoglas spoke with great difficulty. It was like he had lost his vocal capabilities, but he somehow managed. "Where... am... i?" They both looked at each other and back to him. "We are in Rivendell, Legolas," Rouge said to him as if she was speaking to a child. Legolas had no more will to continue the conversation.
"You were in a come for the last week and a half, Legolas," Amwy said with a frown. "We thought you were a gonner. You occasionaly would shake like crazy and become unnaturaly cold. And we found you curled up sometimes acting like you were being hurt... like you were being beat or something."
Legolas flinched as he remembered the pain he had gone through in the other world. All the painful kick and the leather whips being slapped against his back. He felt slightly cold again, but he didn't shiver. Amwy and Rouge spoke no longer, letting Leoglas gather his thoughts.
'So,' he thought to himself. 'I was always here.' Then a pain struck his heart as another thought appeared. 'What if Philla was never real. What if I was only in a dream....' The thought rubbed salt on the wounded sould he possessed. All of the pain he had went through was for someone who never existed. He felt useless again. Why did he have to live? Why couldn't he just pass on where true happiness might await him. Anything was better than what he felt at that moment.
For the a great amount of time, Legolas just lay on the silken bed, thinking of nothing... just staring at the ceiling. Amwy usualy was next to him, reading books from the Rivendell library that weren't written in Elven. She seemed amazed on how poetic the elves were in there writing. They apparently looked at the world in different eyes the the Nymphs.
For two days straight Legolas just sat there, nothing but regret and sadness clouded his mind. He wouldn't eat, nor would he speak. But his third Day in Rivendell had something different in store. Lord Elrond came to Legolas' chamber. He winced his eyes at the sight. A halfway dressed elf lying on the bed, so skinny from not eating you could start to see his ribs under his milky skin. But his eyes were what pained him the most. They were hollow, unable to show how he felt like most peoples eyes. He hadn't seen Legolas since the Counsel of Elrond, and the change of his features were amazing.
He looked at the sleeping pink haired Nymph who was sitting on a chair next to the bed. He had heard of Nymphs before, but never expected to meet one. She was wearing a lacey white dress, which she put on once she got Rivendell. She traveled in a Tunic, but when they were going to stay somewhere for a while, she tried ot look as classy as possible. Amwy was very self conceited sometimes, but she was working on relieving this bad habbit. She was sitting in the chair with her legs crossed and a book in her lap. Elrond just admired her elegance and walked to the motionless Legolas.
He sat next to him and gave him a weak smile. "Hello, Legolas," he said quietly, so as not wake the sleeping Nymph. "I has been a while dear friend." Legolas continued ot look at the darkened abyss that he had formed above his eyes. Elrond placed a hand on Legolas' head to feel for any kind of fever. Legolas' temperature was completely normal. He wondered what was wrong with him. He always seemed lively when he was a child. But why has he transformed so much?
"What troubles you, Legolas?" Legolas finally turned his gaze to Elrond. "Tell me, maybe I can help."
"You can't...," Legolas told him and turned his head the other way, trying to hide the tears that were beginning to become to hard to hold back. "Try me," he responded to Legolas.
Legolas kept his head turned, but stook on Elrond's offer. "Have you ever fell in love with someone a-n... and you couldn't have them." Elrond nodded his head, Legolas was in love, but now bore a broken heart. "Yes, I have, but you will get over it. There are more flowers in the field if you just walk further. Not all things are meant to be Legolas."
"But what if it was more than that. What if she did love you back, but she sacraficed herself for you. How am I supposed to feel about that? All I feel is guilt that I had ever found her. I was the one that caused her death..."
A long pause filled the room as Elrond thought of a way to heal the wound of Legolas' heart. But before he could respond, someone else joined them in the room. A old man with a lon grey beard and a pointed leather hat. He had a wooden staff by his side and baggy eyebrows that covered most of his face. In the door stood Gandalf.
Legolas turned to see who had walked in. "Gandalf!" He said, full of suprise. He thought Gandalf had died... if it was at all possible...
"You do underestimate me, don't you elf?" He said with a chuckle. "I was supposed to just disappear, but my presence is required right now. You are almost complete with your journey Legolas. Just a little further and you can settle down back in Mirkwood again."
"Why are you required to be here?" Elrond asked out of curiosity. "Let wizards take care of wizard affairs, Elrond," Gandalf said with a smile. Elrond gave a small chuckle and left the room. Gandalf took his place by on the bed and looked at Legolas.
"You really do need to eat, you are going to need your strength for the trials that are to come. Now I need you and your friends to be in the same room." He mumbled a few words and snapped his fingers and within five minutes, the rest of the group Legolas was traveling with came into the room.
Gandalf woke up Amwy and she yawned and looked around the room bewildered. "Whats going on?" She asked. "You will soon have to travel through the trials. Then your adventure will end. But we must first wait for our elf friend to gain his strength back. And we have to wait for Lady Galadriel to show up."
"Why is this?" Ryken asked. "What are we to do?"
"You will find out soon enough Merman. You will probably not like it, but its for the sake of Middle Earth."
Legolas silently made a deal with himself. He would force himself to become better for the rest of this journey. Then he could let it all out when its over and decide what he would do from there. But now he had something to do, something to give his life a little meaning. He was going to save Middle Earth.
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*Sigh* I was bored writing this chapter myself. No offense tkaen if you agree ;o) Im just trying to get back ot the action as soon as possible. It will either start the next chapter, or the one after that. Im talking serious action to :o)