Fallen Innocence
Disclaimer: I still don't own them.
A/N: Varda, I don't really want to talk about this topic in front of everyone, so if you want to talk to me about this email me at Arcorna@aol.com
Chapter 3
After a few days Galadriel allowed Legolas to leave his chambers and go out into the woods. He would often go away, but never without a sword, knives and his bow. Aragorn had tried to talk to him for many, many times, but obviously there was no use in trying to do that; their friendship was slowly falling apart. Legolas was now walking on paths where no one could follow. Aragorn wasn't the only one who was worried, though.
"When will he be normal again?", Pippin asked one day when Legolas was on one of his long walks.
"He **is** normal," Aragorn replied.
"He is not! He is so ... strange now." The little Hobbit looked up to the ranger. "What happened?"
Aragorn sighed; he had always known that he would have to answer that question one day, but he had never expected that it would be so soon.
"I ... ask Frodo, please." With that he left. If he could find Legolas he would have the opportunity to talk to the Elf alone for a while. Haldir had told him where the path Legolas had chosen led, before and so he knew where to go to.
After a while he reached the end of the path and saw a little pond. Suddenly someone jumped him and he felt cold metal against his throat; Legolas was standing over him, pressing a dagger down on him.
"LEGOLAS! It's me! Aragorn!" The Elf let go of the knife. He looked shocked.
"Wh-what am I doing? Why ...?" He fell to his knees, looking down on his hands.
"Legolas, are you all right? Legolas?" The Elf still wouldn't answer, but tears formed in his eyes.
"Why did all of this happen?", he asked and looked up to Aragorn, pleading him with his eyes. "Why?"
"I ... I don't know. These things happen for no reason."
Aragorn walked over to Legolas to comfort him, but the young Prince shied away.
"No ... please ... don't." Aragorn lifted up his hands in a gesture of peace.
"I won't hurt you. I promise."
"I'm sorry. All of this has to seem so ... stupid. I'm a man after all. I should take it."
"No! No one can just take it, no matter if you're a man or not!" Aragorn gently put his arm around Legolas and looked into his eyes. "It is **not** stupid and it is **not** your fault."
A single tear ran over Legolas' cheek.
"Maybe it is not, but maybe it is." With that he got up and ran away.
Disclaimer: I still don't own them.
A/N: Varda, I don't really want to talk about this topic in front of everyone, so if you want to talk to me about this email me at Arcorna@aol.com
Chapter 3
After a few days Galadriel allowed Legolas to leave his chambers and go out into the woods. He would often go away, but never without a sword, knives and his bow. Aragorn had tried to talk to him for many, many times, but obviously there was no use in trying to do that; their friendship was slowly falling apart. Legolas was now walking on paths where no one could follow. Aragorn wasn't the only one who was worried, though.
"When will he be normal again?", Pippin asked one day when Legolas was on one of his long walks.
"He **is** normal," Aragorn replied.
"He is not! He is so ... strange now." The little Hobbit looked up to the ranger. "What happened?"
Aragorn sighed; he had always known that he would have to answer that question one day, but he had never expected that it would be so soon.
"I ... ask Frodo, please." With that he left. If he could find Legolas he would have the opportunity to talk to the Elf alone for a while. Haldir had told him where the path Legolas had chosen led, before and so he knew where to go to.
After a while he reached the end of the path and saw a little pond. Suddenly someone jumped him and he felt cold metal against his throat; Legolas was standing over him, pressing a dagger down on him.
"LEGOLAS! It's me! Aragorn!" The Elf let go of the knife. He looked shocked.
"Wh-what am I doing? Why ...?" He fell to his knees, looking down on his hands.
"Legolas, are you all right? Legolas?" The Elf still wouldn't answer, but tears formed in his eyes.
"Why did all of this happen?", he asked and looked up to Aragorn, pleading him with his eyes. "Why?"
"I ... I don't know. These things happen for no reason."
Aragorn walked over to Legolas to comfort him, but the young Prince shied away.
"No ... please ... don't." Aragorn lifted up his hands in a gesture of peace.
"I won't hurt you. I promise."
"I'm sorry. All of this has to seem so ... stupid. I'm a man after all. I should take it."
"No! No one can just take it, no matter if you're a man or not!" Aragorn gently put his arm around Legolas and looked into his eyes. "It is **not** stupid and it is **not** your fault."
A single tear ran over Legolas' cheek.
"Maybe it is not, but maybe it is." With that he got up and ran away.