Disclaimer: Still not mine.
Well, it took me seven months and then some to get around to writing the last chapter, simply because I didn't know how to do what I wanted to do. And, eventually, it got stowed away in the cobwebbed corners of my mind. Regardless, I finally got around to writing the last chapter (I was originally going to have one more before the end chapter, which was where I kept getting hooked up) when I couldn't sleep. So, well, here it is.
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Chapter Nine: |Abandonment of Light|
When he awoke, it was to the hazy twilight of the city coming in through the cracks in the blinds. Legolas lay there for some time, idly running his fingers through his hair as he stared up at the chipping paint of his ceiling. If he looked hard enough, like a child pointing at cloud shapes on a summer's day, he could just see the outline of a -
"Legolas, wake up! Now, I tell you!"
His mind jerked into awareness and he struggled through a tangle of sheets to get to the door before Elrond knocked it down in his haste. A look of disgust greeted him when he managed to get the door open; one he was not unused to seeing, as a matter of fact.
"Well then, Master Godiva, when you've finished dressing, you're coming with me. That creature you brought back with you from your little outing is gone, and she killed poor Amras on her way out. Not only do you have some explaining to do, you have some finding to do as well."
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And so it was that he came into darkness a second time, but now with Elrond following. If he noticed that Legolas' shirt was on backwards, or that the braid behind his left ear was coming undone, he made no comment, which was probably for the better.
Once more did Legolas wander the dark ways, and once more did he come to the place where he'd found her, but this time he did not stop: some strange sense kept him moving, down and deeper down into the dark places of the world. Somehow, he knew his way, the way to her. The darkness knew him, guided him, wrapped him in its blissful embrace. A darkness that knew his secrets, and promised to share its own with him, if only he surrender his heart. His world dwindled, narrowed, until there was naught but shadow and the footfalls of Elrond behind him.
It was then, when all purpose and knowledge seemed lost, that his journey came to an abrupt end. There, before him, were two pairs of hazel eyes. It was her, of course, and her twin. No other in all the world possessed eyes quite like that, so bright and so dark at the same time. Although, it seemed, her twin's were more dark than bright. Impulsively, he stretched out a hand toward her, only to feel the edge of a dagger just brushing his throat.
"Stupid Elf. Nothing but a foolish Elf and his foolish keeper. What was the point of leading them here, sister, if not to put them out of their misery? What use could they possibly serve?"
The other set of eyes, the bright ones, blinked once, and in that same instant his assailant's dagger fell to the ground with a splash and a clatter, followed by a dull thump and the faint gurgling of blood at the male twin's lips. He had fallen, with a dagger to -his- throat.
"Perhaps no purpose that would interest you, my brother. But I have a use for him. Oh, yes, do I have a use for him. In fact-"
Suddenly, without warning, Elrond sprang from behind him, dagger in hand.
He never reached his target. He, too, fell; with a dagger in his back. Not the crude blade of orcs, but a shining Elvish dagger, the writing on which seemed to disappear, banished by the terrible deed it's forger never could have forseen.
She slipped her hand into his, and they walked together into darkness, never again to be seen by the light.
Well, it took me seven months and then some to get around to writing the last chapter, simply because I didn't know how to do what I wanted to do. And, eventually, it got stowed away in the cobwebbed corners of my mind. Regardless, I finally got around to writing the last chapter (I was originally going to have one more before the end chapter, which was where I kept getting hooked up) when I couldn't sleep. So, well, here it is.
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Chapter Nine: |Abandonment of Light|
When he awoke, it was to the hazy twilight of the city coming in through the cracks in the blinds. Legolas lay there for some time, idly running his fingers through his hair as he stared up at the chipping paint of his ceiling. If he looked hard enough, like a child pointing at cloud shapes on a summer's day, he could just see the outline of a -
"Legolas, wake up! Now, I tell you!"
His mind jerked into awareness and he struggled through a tangle of sheets to get to the door before Elrond knocked it down in his haste. A look of disgust greeted him when he managed to get the door open; one he was not unused to seeing, as a matter of fact.
"Well then, Master Godiva, when you've finished dressing, you're coming with me. That creature you brought back with you from your little outing is gone, and she killed poor Amras on her way out. Not only do you have some explaining to do, you have some finding to do as well."
---
And so it was that he came into darkness a second time, but now with Elrond following. If he noticed that Legolas' shirt was on backwards, or that the braid behind his left ear was coming undone, he made no comment, which was probably for the better.
Once more did Legolas wander the dark ways, and once more did he come to the place where he'd found her, but this time he did not stop: some strange sense kept him moving, down and deeper down into the dark places of the world. Somehow, he knew his way, the way to her. The darkness knew him, guided him, wrapped him in its blissful embrace. A darkness that knew his secrets, and promised to share its own with him, if only he surrender his heart. His world dwindled, narrowed, until there was naught but shadow and the footfalls of Elrond behind him.
It was then, when all purpose and knowledge seemed lost, that his journey came to an abrupt end. There, before him, were two pairs of hazel eyes. It was her, of course, and her twin. No other in all the world possessed eyes quite like that, so bright and so dark at the same time. Although, it seemed, her twin's were more dark than bright. Impulsively, he stretched out a hand toward her, only to feel the edge of a dagger just brushing his throat.
"Stupid Elf. Nothing but a foolish Elf and his foolish keeper. What was the point of leading them here, sister, if not to put them out of their misery? What use could they possibly serve?"
The other set of eyes, the bright ones, blinked once, and in that same instant his assailant's dagger fell to the ground with a splash and a clatter, followed by a dull thump and the faint gurgling of blood at the male twin's lips. He had fallen, with a dagger to -his- throat.
"Perhaps no purpose that would interest you, my brother. But I have a use for him. Oh, yes, do I have a use for him. In fact-"
Suddenly, without warning, Elrond sprang from behind him, dagger in hand.
He never reached his target. He, too, fell; with a dagger in his back. Not the crude blade of orcs, but a shining Elvish dagger, the writing on which seemed to disappear, banished by the terrible deed it's forger never could have forseen.
She slipped her hand into his, and they walked together into darkness, never again to be seen by the light.