Fall of Hope
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A/N: Thanks for the reviews!
(Legolas' POV)
I didn't know why I had said what I had said. Of course I loved Aragorn, but my baby's death made everything so senseless. Aragorn made me angry somehow. He hadn't cared about my health before and now he was making a fuss of something that was over before it had really started. I cried myself to sleep, but nightmares kept following me and I woke up soon.
I felt a hand on my arm and hoped ... no ... expected to see Aragorn, but it was Mithrandir.
"Legolas, why are you hurting yourself so much?", he wanted to know. "You have suffered more than enough. Why won't you let yourself be comforted?"
"Not by him," I whispered. "Does he love me, Mithrandir? Can you tell?"
The old wizard looked at me, worried. "He does. That is all I wish to say to this. Never doubt him or yourself again." He got up.
"Where are you going to?" I didn't want to be alone.
"I need to talk to Théoden," Mithrandir replied. "Do you wish company?"
"Not Aragorn."
"What about me then?", I heard a familiar voice.
"Gimli!"
"How are you, Master Elf?"
"Better ... I think." I managed to smile a bit for the dwarf. No need to make him worry. I couldn't hide anything from Mithrandir. He knew what I was thinking. Like Aragorn. Aragorn was almost able to read my mind.
I started crying again. I didn't want to, but it happened, anyway. Gimli was rather helpless; dwarves don't know how to handle emotions.
(Aragorn's POV)
It was hard to keep my mind on talking to Théoden when all I really wanted was to go back to Legolas and talk to him. To make him see how much I loved him and how much I needed him.
Oh, how I wished. He had to love me again. I sighed, deeply. I didn't care if anyone heard it or not. Gandalf put a hand on my arm.
"You may go and talk to him," he said.
I smiled, gratefully and walked off to Legolas' chamber. I hesitated to open the door, though. What if he still wasn't willing to talk to me? What if he hated me now? I sighed again. No, it was better not to go in and so I walked away.
(Legolas' POV)
Two days had passed and in my heart I felt that I was waiting for something. I felt so anxious.
In fact I knew what I was waiting for: Aragorn.
I wanted him to come and take me into his arms, I wanted him to tell me that everything would be all right.
He never came.
It hurt, but somehow I could understand. Soon he would be King of Gondor and he did not need another male at his side, but a Queen who could give birth to his children. Obviously I couldn't for I had lost his child. I felt guilty about this. Of course I shouldn't have gone into that battle. Of course I shouldn't have ...
"Master Elf," Gimli spoke up. "Do you honestly think it is any good for you to lie around here and feel sorry for yourself?"
I glared at him. "What do you know, Gimli?! Dwarves don't feel the way..."
"... Elves do! Yes, you have told me about that many, many times, but you do not need to be an Elf to see when somebody needs help! Gandalf says that your body has recovered. You can go up. You can't stay here and avoid Aragorn for the rest of your life. Sooner or later you will have to face Aragorn and it would be better to do it soon. The war goes on and he will be needed. **You** will be needed."
"I know, Gimli," I replied, silently. "But it's so hard to forget."
"Nobody wants you to forget. But you have to distract yourself to get over this." The dwarf's voice was softer now. "You are my friend, Legolas, and I want you to feel better. I really do."
Gimli had never said my name before and this meant that he was really worried.
"All right. I will get up," I promised.
And so I did, but a shadow had fallen over my heart and all my hope was gone.
Disclaimer: Everyone belongs to Tolkien.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews!
(Legolas' POV)
I didn't know why I had said what I had said. Of course I loved Aragorn, but my baby's death made everything so senseless. Aragorn made me angry somehow. He hadn't cared about my health before and now he was making a fuss of something that was over before it had really started. I cried myself to sleep, but nightmares kept following me and I woke up soon.
I felt a hand on my arm and hoped ... no ... expected to see Aragorn, but it was Mithrandir.
"Legolas, why are you hurting yourself so much?", he wanted to know. "You have suffered more than enough. Why won't you let yourself be comforted?"
"Not by him," I whispered. "Does he love me, Mithrandir? Can you tell?"
The old wizard looked at me, worried. "He does. That is all I wish to say to this. Never doubt him or yourself again." He got up.
"Where are you going to?" I didn't want to be alone.
"I need to talk to Théoden," Mithrandir replied. "Do you wish company?"
"Not Aragorn."
"What about me then?", I heard a familiar voice.
"Gimli!"
"How are you, Master Elf?"
"Better ... I think." I managed to smile a bit for the dwarf. No need to make him worry. I couldn't hide anything from Mithrandir. He knew what I was thinking. Like Aragorn. Aragorn was almost able to read my mind.
I started crying again. I didn't want to, but it happened, anyway. Gimli was rather helpless; dwarves don't know how to handle emotions.
(Aragorn's POV)
It was hard to keep my mind on talking to Théoden when all I really wanted was to go back to Legolas and talk to him. To make him see how much I loved him and how much I needed him.
Oh, how I wished. He had to love me again. I sighed, deeply. I didn't care if anyone heard it or not. Gandalf put a hand on my arm.
"You may go and talk to him," he said.
I smiled, gratefully and walked off to Legolas' chamber. I hesitated to open the door, though. What if he still wasn't willing to talk to me? What if he hated me now? I sighed again. No, it was better not to go in and so I walked away.
(Legolas' POV)
Two days had passed and in my heart I felt that I was waiting for something. I felt so anxious.
In fact I knew what I was waiting for: Aragorn.
I wanted him to come and take me into his arms, I wanted him to tell me that everything would be all right.
He never came.
It hurt, but somehow I could understand. Soon he would be King of Gondor and he did not need another male at his side, but a Queen who could give birth to his children. Obviously I couldn't for I had lost his child. I felt guilty about this. Of course I shouldn't have gone into that battle. Of course I shouldn't have ...
"Master Elf," Gimli spoke up. "Do you honestly think it is any good for you to lie around here and feel sorry for yourself?"
I glared at him. "What do you know, Gimli?! Dwarves don't feel the way..."
"... Elves do! Yes, you have told me about that many, many times, but you do not need to be an Elf to see when somebody needs help! Gandalf says that your body has recovered. You can go up. You can't stay here and avoid Aragorn for the rest of your life. Sooner or later you will have to face Aragorn and it would be better to do it soon. The war goes on and he will be needed. **You** will be needed."
"I know, Gimli," I replied, silently. "But it's so hard to forget."
"Nobody wants you to forget. But you have to distract yourself to get over this." The dwarf's voice was softer now. "You are my friend, Legolas, and I want you to feel better. I really do."
Gimli had never said my name before and this meant that he was really worried.
"All right. I will get up," I promised.
And so I did, but a shadow had fallen over my heart and all my hope was gone.