Fall of Hope
Disclaimer: Still don't own them.
A/N: -
Chapter 3 (Legolas' POV)
After another day I decided to leave my chambers, there was no use in staying there; Gimli was right. I still didn't want to see Aragorn, though. He had left me when I needed him the most and that was just not right. Not at all. I loved him, yes, but ... things had changed somehow.
"Are you sure that you can walk?", Gimli asked.
I nodded and smiled. "I am. I'm fine, Gimli." He muttered something into his beard and took my hand, anyway, just in case. We looked ridiculous, I guess. A dwarf with an Elf. I smiled to myself. Gimli usually acted like he didn't care about me at all, but then sometimes he did and said things that let me know that he was my friend.
At first we just met Mithrandir and the King, but then ... well, then we met Aragorn. It was a moment of magic: We both stopped walking, gazing into each other's eyes. In that moment I wished to kiss him, to hold him, to love him, but no. I didn't do any of these things.
"How are you?", he gently asked.
"Better," I replied, coldly. "Gimli, let's go."
I pulled Gimli with me and although he was strong he couldn't really do anything against that.
"Where are we going, Master Elf?", he asked. "This was **not** supposed to happen that way. I wanted you two to ..." He stopped.
"Gimli? You planned on our meeting, didn't you?" I was talking to him like a mother to a stubborn child.
"You two are acting so ... so ..." He was at a loss for words. "Why won't you see that you're meant to be together?"
"Gondor will need a Queen later and I can't be a Queen."
The Dwarf shook his head; he was not happy with this at all.
(Aragorn's POV)
I should have known better than to listen to Gimli. He had tried to help, but he made everything worse, I feared. Legolas hadn't been very friendly and somehow I could understand it. I hadn't visited him at all. Of course I had been really busy and this war was not over yet, but still ... There is always time if you look for it.
I wanted to run after him, but just when I took the first step he turned around and I did not like how he looked at me. Cold. Sad. Hurt.
I sighed. Probably there was nothing I could do right now. Wounds need their time to heal, especially when they are wounds like this.
But ... I also feel anger.
Legolas should have told me earlier! I felt tears well up in my eyes and quickly wiped them away. It had been my baby, too, after all. I felt the loss, the pain ... Legolas had been the one to carry the child, but that didn't mean that I couldn't feel sad about it. I loved Legolas so much and I loved our baby, although it was dead now.
I sat down on the stone steps that led to the hall and covered my face with my hands. I'm helpless now and I hate this feeling. I hate it so much!
Orcs I can fight. Nazgul? Maybe. But not this. Not this ...
But I'm not allowed to cry. Not now or ever. Be a man, be strong!
(Legolas` POV)
There he sat. I had returned to my chambers and now I'm watching him. I can sense his distress and I worry about him. He was a strong man and I doubted that he would ever fall as deep as I had, but he was wounded. I wanted to go out and wrap my arms around him, wanted to comfort him and wanted to be comforted in return, but no. My legs refused to carry me and I had to stay where I was. Gimli walked in; his face was red and he was definitely angry. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me up.
"HOW LONG?!", he roared.
"What do you mean?", I asked.
"How long will you do this to him?! He suffers, isn't that obvious you fool of an Elf! He needs you just as much as you need him and if you don't want to see that then I-I-I ..."
The dwarf was at a loss for words.
"Gimli," I said. "I need to do what is best for him and what is best for Middle Earth. I will leave him. Right now. Maybe I will return some day, but most likely I won't."
Gimli nodded; he was still angry, but he did not want to hold me back as I had feared.
"You won't go alone, though. I will come with you, Master Elf."
I smiled. "I expected that. We will just take one horse and leave now," I said.
Two hours later I had packed everything, including the dwarf, and climbed on my horse. Before I fully realized what I was about to do my horse was already out of the gate and on its way towards ... well, where ever we would go to.
"Where are we going?", Gimli asked.
"I don't know," I replied. "We can't go to Rivendell and we can't go to Mirkwood."
I couldn't face my father now; he really loved me and he would have known what was wrong with me.
"Lórien," I finally said. "That's the only place we can go to."
Gimli was pleased. "We will see Lady Galadriel again!"
"Yes, we will." I forced the horse to run faster than it really could and so we were out of Aragorn's reach before night fall.
My heart was heavy with grief and hope seemed to be far away, but it was better like this.
Disclaimer: Still don't own them.
A/N: -
Chapter 3 (Legolas' POV)
After another day I decided to leave my chambers, there was no use in staying there; Gimli was right. I still didn't want to see Aragorn, though. He had left me when I needed him the most and that was just not right. Not at all. I loved him, yes, but ... things had changed somehow.
"Are you sure that you can walk?", Gimli asked.
I nodded and smiled. "I am. I'm fine, Gimli." He muttered something into his beard and took my hand, anyway, just in case. We looked ridiculous, I guess. A dwarf with an Elf. I smiled to myself. Gimli usually acted like he didn't care about me at all, but then sometimes he did and said things that let me know that he was my friend.
At first we just met Mithrandir and the King, but then ... well, then we met Aragorn. It was a moment of magic: We both stopped walking, gazing into each other's eyes. In that moment I wished to kiss him, to hold him, to love him, but no. I didn't do any of these things.
"How are you?", he gently asked.
"Better," I replied, coldly. "Gimli, let's go."
I pulled Gimli with me and although he was strong he couldn't really do anything against that.
"Where are we going, Master Elf?", he asked. "This was **not** supposed to happen that way. I wanted you two to ..." He stopped.
"Gimli? You planned on our meeting, didn't you?" I was talking to him like a mother to a stubborn child.
"You two are acting so ... so ..." He was at a loss for words. "Why won't you see that you're meant to be together?"
"Gondor will need a Queen later and I can't be a Queen."
The Dwarf shook his head; he was not happy with this at all.
(Aragorn's POV)
I should have known better than to listen to Gimli. He had tried to help, but he made everything worse, I feared. Legolas hadn't been very friendly and somehow I could understand it. I hadn't visited him at all. Of course I had been really busy and this war was not over yet, but still ... There is always time if you look for it.
I wanted to run after him, but just when I took the first step he turned around and I did not like how he looked at me. Cold. Sad. Hurt.
I sighed. Probably there was nothing I could do right now. Wounds need their time to heal, especially when they are wounds like this.
But ... I also feel anger.
Legolas should have told me earlier! I felt tears well up in my eyes and quickly wiped them away. It had been my baby, too, after all. I felt the loss, the pain ... Legolas had been the one to carry the child, but that didn't mean that I couldn't feel sad about it. I loved Legolas so much and I loved our baby, although it was dead now.
I sat down on the stone steps that led to the hall and covered my face with my hands. I'm helpless now and I hate this feeling. I hate it so much!
Orcs I can fight. Nazgul? Maybe. But not this. Not this ...
But I'm not allowed to cry. Not now or ever. Be a man, be strong!
(Legolas` POV)
There he sat. I had returned to my chambers and now I'm watching him. I can sense his distress and I worry about him. He was a strong man and I doubted that he would ever fall as deep as I had, but he was wounded. I wanted to go out and wrap my arms around him, wanted to comfort him and wanted to be comforted in return, but no. My legs refused to carry me and I had to stay where I was. Gimli walked in; his face was red and he was definitely angry. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me up.
"HOW LONG?!", he roared.
"What do you mean?", I asked.
"How long will you do this to him?! He suffers, isn't that obvious you fool of an Elf! He needs you just as much as you need him and if you don't want to see that then I-I-I ..."
The dwarf was at a loss for words.
"Gimli," I said. "I need to do what is best for him and what is best for Middle Earth. I will leave him. Right now. Maybe I will return some day, but most likely I won't."
Gimli nodded; he was still angry, but he did not want to hold me back as I had feared.
"You won't go alone, though. I will come with you, Master Elf."
I smiled. "I expected that. We will just take one horse and leave now," I said.
Two hours later I had packed everything, including the dwarf, and climbed on my horse. Before I fully realized what I was about to do my horse was already out of the gate and on its way towards ... well, where ever we would go to.
"Where are we going?", Gimli asked.
"I don't know," I replied. "We can't go to Rivendell and we can't go to Mirkwood."
I couldn't face my father now; he really loved me and he would have known what was wrong with me.
"Lórien," I finally said. "That's the only place we can go to."
Gimli was pleased. "We will see Lady Galadriel again!"
"Yes, we will." I forced the horse to run faster than it really could and so we were out of Aragorn's reach before night fall.
My heart was heavy with grief and hope seemed to be far away, but it was better like this.