"I stood alone at the edge, looking over into the rocks below, and the rush
of water between them I wonder what it would be like to just jump. fly.
fall, down into the current of wind. Let it waft my body this way and that.
Oh what it would be like to just let my self free. I tern around and walk
away, it could not be.
Every day I return to that very corner of my cliff. I look out across the vastness of the universe. To be free would be such a joy, but it can't be. To let every thing go and to have my soul soaring through space, but it couldn't be.
But I continue to return. wishing, hoping, most of all longing to just jump into freedom. I stand waiting for a fate unlikely to ever take place. For I am a coward, too afraid to jump on my own. So I wait for an unbeknownst person to come along and to push me or for an earthquake to knock me off into the abyss of nothingness.
But not for me,
It could never be."
Chapter: Prologue
Authoress: Edward Uwnhai Silverfang
E-mail: Eddie_Uwnhai@Yahoo.com
Title: Standing at the Edge
Paring: Elrohir / Legolas
Summery: Elrohir is in pain, but none know why? Is he fading now? How can they help him if he is? AU
Disclaimer: I do not own LOTR, I am merely using it for entertainment and no money is made from this story. The poem above is called 'Standing At The Edge' and is written by Bethany Simonsen, I own it not as well, which this story is titled for. I own it NOT!! Thank you!
Warning: Just angst, nothing BIG yet! Bu I'll get there.
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Elrohir terns his head about, luxurious brown hair flowing behind his lithe body, his companion waited. It was common enough, for all knew, that Elrohir spent at least a brief moment at the cliffs edge every day, all though none knew why.
But nonetheless, he remained blissfully oblivious to the rumors surrounding his state of mind, or at least he chose to ignore their gossip. By the day, his condition grew worse in the eyes of his closest friends and family.
But, he didn't care, he returned, he sung mournful songs, and wrote tear bringing, poetry. This continued for many week's, he was frequently out of breath and one day during a horse ride back, he collapsed.
His twin, Elladan, had rushed back, baring the light burden, crystalline drops forming and falling from beauteous hazel eyes. He went on though, claiming just a little light-headedness, nothing more, but all saw through it.
But why the need to lie? Why the need to hide secrets from a family that could never hate him no matter the reason. But still, his condition continued getting worse and worse. What would happen to the once playful melodious prince they had know? Was he dieing? But elves did not die unless the were killed, or. Faded?
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"Elrohir, please talk to me?" Elrond asked his youngest child. It had been two years, now that he thought about it, that these strange symptoms showed up in the young boy.
"Nothing father! I am fine. Why do you worry over me?" He jumped around in emphasis of his point.
"Elrohir I'm not the only one. Your brother, and sister, even Glorfendel and Erestor have become aware of your odd behavior."
"You dig your nose deep in an anonymous act of change. It is of no concern to any one what I do." He said sighing forcefully.
"Ones tongue is a confident ally to a serpent." Elrond said, looking skeptically at Elrohir.
"You presume much, for one who is only guessing. There is nothing amiss." He said in response.
"How is it you can lie so freely?" Elrond asked trying and failing to keep his renowned patience in check.
"I am not lying to you father. I know not your meaning." Elrohir said loosing his cool as well.
"You can not possibly tell me you know not of what I talk of?" Elrond asked.
"Yes I can, and am." Elrohir answered.
"Elrohir." He sighed.
"What is the reason you constantly return to that cliff of yours?" Elrond inquired.
"Because that's where he disappeared." Elrohir whispered.
"Who disappeared?" Elrond asked, interested.
"The angel." Elrohir said.
"What angel?"
"The blonde haired blue eyed one. The angel of beauty." Came the reply
"Does this angel have a name?"
"Yes, Legolas Greenleaf."
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Every day I return to that very corner of my cliff. I look out across the vastness of the universe. To be free would be such a joy, but it can't be. To let every thing go and to have my soul soaring through space, but it couldn't be.
But I continue to return. wishing, hoping, most of all longing to just jump into freedom. I stand waiting for a fate unlikely to ever take place. For I am a coward, too afraid to jump on my own. So I wait for an unbeknownst person to come along and to push me or for an earthquake to knock me off into the abyss of nothingness.
But not for me,
It could never be."
Chapter: Prologue
Authoress: Edward Uwnhai Silverfang
E-mail: Eddie_Uwnhai@Yahoo.com
Title: Standing at the Edge
Paring: Elrohir / Legolas
Summery: Elrohir is in pain, but none know why? Is he fading now? How can they help him if he is? AU
Disclaimer: I do not own LOTR, I am merely using it for entertainment and no money is made from this story. The poem above is called 'Standing At The Edge' and is written by Bethany Simonsen, I own it not as well, which this story is titled for. I own it NOT!! Thank you!
Warning: Just angst, nothing BIG yet! Bu I'll get there.
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Elrohir terns his head about, luxurious brown hair flowing behind his lithe body, his companion waited. It was common enough, for all knew, that Elrohir spent at least a brief moment at the cliffs edge every day, all though none knew why.
But nonetheless, he remained blissfully oblivious to the rumors surrounding his state of mind, or at least he chose to ignore their gossip. By the day, his condition grew worse in the eyes of his closest friends and family.
But, he didn't care, he returned, he sung mournful songs, and wrote tear bringing, poetry. This continued for many week's, he was frequently out of breath and one day during a horse ride back, he collapsed.
His twin, Elladan, had rushed back, baring the light burden, crystalline drops forming and falling from beauteous hazel eyes. He went on though, claiming just a little light-headedness, nothing more, but all saw through it.
But why the need to lie? Why the need to hide secrets from a family that could never hate him no matter the reason. But still, his condition continued getting worse and worse. What would happen to the once playful melodious prince they had know? Was he dieing? But elves did not die unless the were killed, or. Faded?
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"Elrohir, please talk to me?" Elrond asked his youngest child. It had been two years, now that he thought about it, that these strange symptoms showed up in the young boy.
"Nothing father! I am fine. Why do you worry over me?" He jumped around in emphasis of his point.
"Elrohir I'm not the only one. Your brother, and sister, even Glorfendel and Erestor have become aware of your odd behavior."
"You dig your nose deep in an anonymous act of change. It is of no concern to any one what I do." He said sighing forcefully.
"Ones tongue is a confident ally to a serpent." Elrond said, looking skeptically at Elrohir.
"You presume much, for one who is only guessing. There is nothing amiss." He said in response.
"How is it you can lie so freely?" Elrond asked trying and failing to keep his renowned patience in check.
"I am not lying to you father. I know not your meaning." Elrohir said loosing his cool as well.
"You can not possibly tell me you know not of what I talk of?" Elrond asked.
"Yes I can, and am." Elrohir answered.
"Elrohir." He sighed.
"What is the reason you constantly return to that cliff of yours?" Elrond inquired.
"Because that's where he disappeared." Elrohir whispered.
"Who disappeared?" Elrond asked, interested.
"The angel." Elrohir said.
"What angel?"
"The blonde haired blue eyed one. The angel of beauty." Came the reply
"Does this angel have a name?"
"Yes, Legolas Greenleaf."
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