A/N- Warning! This chapter is why it's PG-13, I don't want to say too much
because it takes away from the story methinks... but if you start to think
'whoa! This is getting bad!' please stop reading! I don't want to offend
anyone here! I'm not trying to do!
Chapter Eleven - Mending the Soul
Melriadora waited until the footsteps of Lord Elrond and Legolas died away before she slowly stood. Then, realizing that without knowing where she was or where to go she would look foolish, she sank back onto the bed. Blind. Melriadora could not believe it. Now what would she do? How could she defeat Reymara when she couldn't even see her own hand in front of her face?
A feeling of hopelessness washed over her and she lay back down. Why should she bother getting up? She had trained her entire life for this battle, or so it seemed anyway. She felt so powerless all of a sudden. Melriadora wanted to cry, but could not find the tears. She felt numb all over, as if her heart had frozen.
Soft footsteps approached her and Melriadora instinctively sat up, turning her head towards the source of the noise.
"My Lady?" A soft voice asked. "My name is Ashara. Lord Elrond asked me to help you get dressed. He thought perhaps some fresh air would do you good."
Melriadora felt a small bit of anger at the thought of needed assistance in getting dressed but then realized she had no idea where anything was or the state of her appearance and without eyes had no way of getting ready. She hated having people wait on her, always preferring to do things for herself, and the idea of needing assistance for simple tasks made her outraged, but it was not Ahsara's fault, so Melriadora simply nodded.
She heard Ashara moving around and felt a silky dress being placed in her hands.
"It is a light blue gown my Lady, I think it suites you." She complimented. Melriadora, with the help of Ashara began to dress. It took longer then usual, but Melriadora managed to get dressed with little assistance. Then Ashara led her to a seat and began brushing her hair. When she was done she helped her to stand again.
"You look beautiful Lady Melriadora." She complimented. "And Prince Legolas will be pleased to see you. He is worried."
"Is he?" Melriadora was still a bit confused about the Prince. She remembered every word she said to him in the cell and still felt that way, but she also remembered his agreement with Reymara. Although she knew that was not true, it still troubled her.
"Oh very much so!" Ashara said. "When you were ill, he never left your side. Not even for an instant. Is he your betrothed?"
"No." Melriadora answered flatly, thankful for Ashara's cheerful chatter for it prevented her from facing the pain that she felt tearing at her insides.
"Well goodness! He ought to be. He loves you my Lady. If you don't mind me saying."
Melriadora took a deep breath and sighed. She didn't reply, she had a lot of thinking to do.
Ashara directed Melriadora through Rivendell until a voice greeted her ears.
"Melri!" It was Legolas. She felt him grab her hand and kiss it. "It is good to see you up, Melriadora. You look beautiful." He complimented.
"Do I?" Melriadora replied neutrally. "I do not know."
"Of course you do." Legolas said, taking her arm. He then turned to Ashara. "Thank you Ashara, you may go if you like."
Ashara smiled at the Prince, "Of course. Lady Melriadora, if you need anything don't hesitate to ask for me." With that she left the two alone.
Legolas directed Melriadora to a bench overlooking the river, he looked out and felt inspired by the beauty of the it all. He then turned to study Melriadora. He had never seen her look so sad. He noticed with a pang that the cut he had given her had become a scar on her beautiful face. He brushed it with her hand, she turned away from him. It hurt him deeply when she did that, but he pretended it did not bother him.
"How are you feeling?" He asked gently.
She stiffened, "How do you think I feel? Legolas, my eyes are ruined! I will never see you again! I cannot-I can't." She trailed off.
Legolas put his arm around her. "Melri, I'm here. I love you and I will help you through this. You have my word."
She sat silently for a minute, and then pulled away. "But I can't help but wonder, Legolas." She stood slowly. "Are you promising this out of love? Or pity?" With that she walked away, leaving Legolas in shock.
Melriadora did not know where she was going. She walked with her hand running along the smooth railing to guide her. She could hear the river flowing below her, though she could not see it. This tormented her worse then any of her other wounds ever had. Suddenly she stumbled, running into a stone bench. She caught herself, feeling the bench with her hands. Suddenly she was filled with rage. She wasn't sure what she was angry at, but she at the moment her rage was direct towards the bench.
She kicked it, feeling the fresh bruises forming on her legs, she then pounded it with her fists angrily. The physical pain felt good, distracted her from her inner torment. She let out a cry full of rage all her bitterness and fear coming out in violence.
"Melri?" A voice, full of concern and worry. Legolas.
She stopped, realizing what she was doing, she sank to her knees, tears running down her cheeks. She felt Legolas rush to her side and wrap his arms around her, holding her tightly. She was shaking with silent tears but Legolas held her securely, tightly.
"Let me go! I wish to jump! Throw myself onto the rocks below, and it will all be over." She said threw bitter tears as she fought to be free of his grasp.
Legolas held her tighter, "Then I'll jump too." He whispered into her ear. He kissed her head, leaning his own against hers. "I can't live without you."
Melriadora suddenly stopped struggling and allowed him to hold her, she hadn't realized how much she needed him until now. For the first time she allowed herself to weep. She was silent but the tears fell freely and she did not attempt to stop them. Legolas held her, allowing her to mourn for her lost sight, stroking her hair and whispering comforting words into her ears. He rocked her like a small child until all the bitterness, and pain was gone and she was calm again. They stayed like that for a while, he sang softly to her as the night slowly came.
Finally, he stopped singing. "It's getting late." He said softly to her. "Would you like me to show you back to your chamber?" He asked.
Melriadora almost smiled, that was a stupid question, of course she needed his help, but she was glad he asked. "Yes." She said.
Legolas was glad to hear the strength in her voice, and helped her up. He took her arm and guided her wordlessly back to her chamber. When they got there he stopped and turned to her. "Your chamber my Lady." He said, kissing her hand. Then, hesitating only a moment, lightly brushed her lips with his, as if asking permission for a kiss. Melriadora placed a hand on his cheek and he kissed her again, this time more deeply, his hands running down the back of her dress. This time, neither one of them pulled away.
When they finally stopped, Legolas drew back and kissed her hand again. "I best retire now. Good night, my love." He stepped back to leave but Melriadora suddenly grabbed his arm and stopped him. He stared at her in surprised amusement.
"Legolas, I'd like you to stay with me tonight." She said hesitantly. Then she smiled, it filled him with joy to see her smile again. "I want you to stay tonight." She repeated more certainly.
Legolas stared at her, considering her request. Every instinct screamed yes, every molecule of his body wanted nothing more then to be with Melriadora, but he knew this was a very serious thing. The bond two elves formed when they lay together was deep, there was nothing deeper then that bond. He knew that he wanted this with Melriadora, but she had been through a lot and he did not want to take advantage of her.
He caressed her cheek, studying her. She seemed more herself, yet there was still something different about her. The scar he had caused caught his eye again; he ran his finger along it gently. "Are you sure, Melri?" He asked.
She caught his hand and kissed it, he sightless eyes seemed to search him. "I have never been more certain of anything in my life." She told him.
Legolas took her in his arms again wordlessly lead her to the bed. Kissing her, he laid her down, his hands working at the laces of her dress while hers, with surprising accuracy, worked at his tunic. He stopped for a moment, studying her. As he revealed her bare flesh his heart quickened, he had ached for her for most of his life. The more his fingers met the bare flesh he had so often dreamed of touching, the more his love for her grew, and the quicker his heart began to pound. Everything else in the world seemed to melt away as his lips met hers in a passionate kiss.
"I love you." He whispered in her ear. "You are my heart."
She smiled, and kissed him again, running a hand through his hair, the other explored the bare, muscular flesh of his body. He closed his eyes taking in every touch, he felt a pleasure he had never felt before wash over him. She did not reply, but her eyes, sightless as they were, seemed to answer as their flesh and minds became one.
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A/N- Sigh. Just in time for Valentine's Day! Hehe! Yep. So Legolas got some! We best leave them along now. Hehe. You know, it's strange, the only two stories about of my three full disks that I've come close to finishing are the romance ones.... weird. Anyway! Hope everyone enjoyed it! The next chapter will come up soon! Time for a begging poem (I have no shame!) for reviews. Reviews are fun
Reviews are great
Reviews are like
Eating Cake! (err.... yeah....)
Send a review
And I will smile
To not send a review
Would be vile!
This poem is bad
For I can't rhyme!
So basically I am
Wasting time!
Please review! All that effort took up my last brain cells, and now I'm going to fail my geology test!
Chapter Eleven - Mending the Soul
Melriadora waited until the footsteps of Lord Elrond and Legolas died away before she slowly stood. Then, realizing that without knowing where she was or where to go she would look foolish, she sank back onto the bed. Blind. Melriadora could not believe it. Now what would she do? How could she defeat Reymara when she couldn't even see her own hand in front of her face?
A feeling of hopelessness washed over her and she lay back down. Why should she bother getting up? She had trained her entire life for this battle, or so it seemed anyway. She felt so powerless all of a sudden. Melriadora wanted to cry, but could not find the tears. She felt numb all over, as if her heart had frozen.
Soft footsteps approached her and Melriadora instinctively sat up, turning her head towards the source of the noise.
"My Lady?" A soft voice asked. "My name is Ashara. Lord Elrond asked me to help you get dressed. He thought perhaps some fresh air would do you good."
Melriadora felt a small bit of anger at the thought of needed assistance in getting dressed but then realized she had no idea where anything was or the state of her appearance and without eyes had no way of getting ready. She hated having people wait on her, always preferring to do things for herself, and the idea of needing assistance for simple tasks made her outraged, but it was not Ahsara's fault, so Melriadora simply nodded.
She heard Ashara moving around and felt a silky dress being placed in her hands.
"It is a light blue gown my Lady, I think it suites you." She complimented. Melriadora, with the help of Ashara began to dress. It took longer then usual, but Melriadora managed to get dressed with little assistance. Then Ashara led her to a seat and began brushing her hair. When she was done she helped her to stand again.
"You look beautiful Lady Melriadora." She complimented. "And Prince Legolas will be pleased to see you. He is worried."
"Is he?" Melriadora was still a bit confused about the Prince. She remembered every word she said to him in the cell and still felt that way, but she also remembered his agreement with Reymara. Although she knew that was not true, it still troubled her.
"Oh very much so!" Ashara said. "When you were ill, he never left your side. Not even for an instant. Is he your betrothed?"
"No." Melriadora answered flatly, thankful for Ashara's cheerful chatter for it prevented her from facing the pain that she felt tearing at her insides.
"Well goodness! He ought to be. He loves you my Lady. If you don't mind me saying."
Melriadora took a deep breath and sighed. She didn't reply, she had a lot of thinking to do.
Ashara directed Melriadora through Rivendell until a voice greeted her ears.
"Melri!" It was Legolas. She felt him grab her hand and kiss it. "It is good to see you up, Melriadora. You look beautiful." He complimented.
"Do I?" Melriadora replied neutrally. "I do not know."
"Of course you do." Legolas said, taking her arm. He then turned to Ashara. "Thank you Ashara, you may go if you like."
Ashara smiled at the Prince, "Of course. Lady Melriadora, if you need anything don't hesitate to ask for me." With that she left the two alone.
Legolas directed Melriadora to a bench overlooking the river, he looked out and felt inspired by the beauty of the it all. He then turned to study Melriadora. He had never seen her look so sad. He noticed with a pang that the cut he had given her had become a scar on her beautiful face. He brushed it with her hand, she turned away from him. It hurt him deeply when she did that, but he pretended it did not bother him.
"How are you feeling?" He asked gently.
She stiffened, "How do you think I feel? Legolas, my eyes are ruined! I will never see you again! I cannot-I can't." She trailed off.
Legolas put his arm around her. "Melri, I'm here. I love you and I will help you through this. You have my word."
She sat silently for a minute, and then pulled away. "But I can't help but wonder, Legolas." She stood slowly. "Are you promising this out of love? Or pity?" With that she walked away, leaving Legolas in shock.
Melriadora did not know where she was going. She walked with her hand running along the smooth railing to guide her. She could hear the river flowing below her, though she could not see it. This tormented her worse then any of her other wounds ever had. Suddenly she stumbled, running into a stone bench. She caught herself, feeling the bench with her hands. Suddenly she was filled with rage. She wasn't sure what she was angry at, but she at the moment her rage was direct towards the bench.
She kicked it, feeling the fresh bruises forming on her legs, she then pounded it with her fists angrily. The physical pain felt good, distracted her from her inner torment. She let out a cry full of rage all her bitterness and fear coming out in violence.
"Melri?" A voice, full of concern and worry. Legolas.
She stopped, realizing what she was doing, she sank to her knees, tears running down her cheeks. She felt Legolas rush to her side and wrap his arms around her, holding her tightly. She was shaking with silent tears but Legolas held her securely, tightly.
"Let me go! I wish to jump! Throw myself onto the rocks below, and it will all be over." She said threw bitter tears as she fought to be free of his grasp.
Legolas held her tighter, "Then I'll jump too." He whispered into her ear. He kissed her head, leaning his own against hers. "I can't live without you."
Melriadora suddenly stopped struggling and allowed him to hold her, she hadn't realized how much she needed him until now. For the first time she allowed herself to weep. She was silent but the tears fell freely and she did not attempt to stop them. Legolas held her, allowing her to mourn for her lost sight, stroking her hair and whispering comforting words into her ears. He rocked her like a small child until all the bitterness, and pain was gone and she was calm again. They stayed like that for a while, he sang softly to her as the night slowly came.
Finally, he stopped singing. "It's getting late." He said softly to her. "Would you like me to show you back to your chamber?" He asked.
Melriadora almost smiled, that was a stupid question, of course she needed his help, but she was glad he asked. "Yes." She said.
Legolas was glad to hear the strength in her voice, and helped her up. He took her arm and guided her wordlessly back to her chamber. When they got there he stopped and turned to her. "Your chamber my Lady." He said, kissing her hand. Then, hesitating only a moment, lightly brushed her lips with his, as if asking permission for a kiss. Melriadora placed a hand on his cheek and he kissed her again, this time more deeply, his hands running down the back of her dress. This time, neither one of them pulled away.
When they finally stopped, Legolas drew back and kissed her hand again. "I best retire now. Good night, my love." He stepped back to leave but Melriadora suddenly grabbed his arm and stopped him. He stared at her in surprised amusement.
"Legolas, I'd like you to stay with me tonight." She said hesitantly. Then she smiled, it filled him with joy to see her smile again. "I want you to stay tonight." She repeated more certainly.
Legolas stared at her, considering her request. Every instinct screamed yes, every molecule of his body wanted nothing more then to be with Melriadora, but he knew this was a very serious thing. The bond two elves formed when they lay together was deep, there was nothing deeper then that bond. He knew that he wanted this with Melriadora, but she had been through a lot and he did not want to take advantage of her.
He caressed her cheek, studying her. She seemed more herself, yet there was still something different about her. The scar he had caused caught his eye again; he ran his finger along it gently. "Are you sure, Melri?" He asked.
She caught his hand and kissed it, he sightless eyes seemed to search him. "I have never been more certain of anything in my life." She told him.
Legolas took her in his arms again wordlessly lead her to the bed. Kissing her, he laid her down, his hands working at the laces of her dress while hers, with surprising accuracy, worked at his tunic. He stopped for a moment, studying her. As he revealed her bare flesh his heart quickened, he had ached for her for most of his life. The more his fingers met the bare flesh he had so often dreamed of touching, the more his love for her grew, and the quicker his heart began to pound. Everything else in the world seemed to melt away as his lips met hers in a passionate kiss.
"I love you." He whispered in her ear. "You are my heart."
She smiled, and kissed him again, running a hand through his hair, the other explored the bare, muscular flesh of his body. He closed his eyes taking in every touch, he felt a pleasure he had never felt before wash over him. She did not reply, but her eyes, sightless as they were, seemed to answer as their flesh and minds became one.
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A/N- Sigh. Just in time for Valentine's Day! Hehe! Yep. So Legolas got some! We best leave them along now. Hehe. You know, it's strange, the only two stories about of my three full disks that I've come close to finishing are the romance ones.... weird. Anyway! Hope everyone enjoyed it! The next chapter will come up soon! Time for a begging poem (I have no shame!) for reviews. Reviews are fun
Reviews are great
Reviews are like
Eating Cake! (err.... yeah....)
Send a review
And I will smile
To not send a review
Would be vile!
This poem is bad
For I can't rhyme!
So basically I am
Wasting time!
Please review! All that effort took up my last brain cells, and now I'm going to fail my geology test!