A/N: Insanity is the ultimate sadist's weapon. *laughs * This is
short, but.I dunno. I don't know if it's very good, but TELL ME! R&R!
Disclaimer: I do not own LOTR, and am not connected with Tolkien in any way. I am not making money off this story, and it will remain that way forever. SCREW THESE LEGAL LAWS!
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"You lie." No, what this creature had said could not have been true. He would never believe it. This couldn't have happened.Aragorn was just talking with King Theoden somewhere. The foul creature merely laughed, and died with the elf's fair hand around its filthy neck. It was then that Legolas saw something shimmer in the orc's hand. He clawed the fingers open, and there the Evenstar necklace shone, in an ironic contrast to the orc's repulsive, grimy features.
No.Legolas thought. He did not fall.he could not have.
"I will not believe this!" he shouted aloud, and many turned to stare at the elf. He whirled around, stalking about like a cat stalking its prey. "This is some sort of sick joke. Do not try to fool me!"
Gimli reached out, trying to comfort his friend, but the elf spun upon him ere the dwarf could so much as touch Legolas. "Why are you trying to trick me, Gimli?" A mad light flamed in the icy eyes, forbidding any to try and reason with him.
This is not true.they are trying to trick me. Why are they doing this? I have done nothing wrong!
Many of the young Riders of Rohan backed away, fearing the wrath of the woodland elf. But Gimli could see past the crazed light, and delved deep into the heart of his friend. He knows Aragorn is gone, he thought. But knowledge is a powerful menace. He will not believe it. Gimli had heard that elves could die of sorrow. He would not allow such to become of Legolas.
"Legolas! The truth may be hard to accept, but must you truly deny it so much?" Gimli knew what it was like to loose a friend and loved one.and undoubtedly so did Legolas, with the long years of his life. But Aragorn and Legolas had been such close friends.
"Nay, Gimli, this is no truth," the elf whispered. "Aragorn, do not play tricks on me! This is no time to jest! Stop this! Do not hide from me!" he shouted, looking frantically about him.
A distance away, a young rider failed to stifle his laugh. He had heard that this elf was valiant and brave. For him to deny Aragorn's death with such ferocity contradicted everything he had heard.
Suddenly, Legolas whirled upon the young man. "Do you think this is funny?" His voice wavered dangerously, his voice barely above a whisper, his face only inches away. "If this is indeed such a joke, tell me where he is hiding." The icy eyes bore hard into the boys', anger flaming with a crazed glow. Fear gripped its cold hand about the young ones heart. A mad light shone in the elf's eyes, and the young boy knew in terror that grief could drive the elf to dark extent.
"H-he is n-not hiding, master elf," he stuttered.
"No? Then tell me where he is!"
The boy gulped, and tried to word his response as carefully as possible. "I-in the river.over the cliff." His voice trailed off as Legolas backed away, shock and realization written over his face.
He staggered back towards the cliff, and peered over the edge.
"It's true, isn't it Gimli." he mumbled.
Gimli approached his friend, his footsteps heavy with sorrow. "Aye, my friend. I am afraid so."
Legolas turned from the cliff, and fell to his knees. He is gone. Tears streamed down his face as he collapsed. Now, he did not care for his pride. Nothing mattered. Aragorn was gone.
"Must death christen every occasion.?" he muttered through his sobs. "Is this what this world has come to? What is life, when everything dear to one must meet its end?" Gimli stared down into his friends' eyes, now so dim of the sparkling light once glittered there. Darkness seemed to grow about the elf, heavy with sorrow and hopelessness.
Gimli crouched alongside his friend. "But it is better to have known that love and loose it, than to have never known it at all."
Legolas thought for a moment. Truth there was in Gimli's words. Yet the dwarf would never understand the pain of the elf. To live forever, and watch everything he ever loved wither in age, or fall in war. And now his dearest friend, fallen in a battle that was not even his own.
Aragorn was gone.and in later years, Gimli too would die. One day, Legolas would pass into the undying lands.but this world would be left to the tears of death, and blood of its victims. And one day, it would fall.either under some new, wicked evil, or by it's own ways, it would fall. And ever would Legolas live on in regret and remembrance, in a land where memories littered perfection, and blurred happiness.
"What is life, dear friend, if love will always loose to sorrow, and sorrow then to death? What has this world come to.where rivers run in tears, and stars are dimmed in mourning? Too many will die in this war.more than I wish to see. This life is no longer worth living. For some day, all shall fade into demise.and here I shall ever linger."
"Legolas." But as Gimli looked down, he perceived what he had feared. Legolas' eyes were vacant, but for the glitter of lifeless tears. His fair flesh drained of its colour, and eyes staring with dead sight at the dwarf. No breath escaped the pale lips. He did not look peacefully resting. he was just.dead.withered in sorrow.
Both of them, in less than an hour.
"Fare thee well, dear friend."
And Gimli hung his head, and wept.
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A/N: So, what do you think? That's the end, unless I get some screwy, crazy idea to..HEY! *GASP * Alright, it's NOT the end. I HAVE AN IDEA! But first you must tell me.. more death, slash, or just plain angst? Which would you prefer? All? One or two? Tell me, and I will mould the next chapter!
TBC
~Searcher of Souls~
Disclaimer: I do not own LOTR, and am not connected with Tolkien in any way. I am not making money off this story, and it will remain that way forever. SCREW THESE LEGAL LAWS!
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"You lie." No, what this creature had said could not have been true. He would never believe it. This couldn't have happened.Aragorn was just talking with King Theoden somewhere. The foul creature merely laughed, and died with the elf's fair hand around its filthy neck. It was then that Legolas saw something shimmer in the orc's hand. He clawed the fingers open, and there the Evenstar necklace shone, in an ironic contrast to the orc's repulsive, grimy features.
No.Legolas thought. He did not fall.he could not have.
"I will not believe this!" he shouted aloud, and many turned to stare at the elf. He whirled around, stalking about like a cat stalking its prey. "This is some sort of sick joke. Do not try to fool me!"
Gimli reached out, trying to comfort his friend, but the elf spun upon him ere the dwarf could so much as touch Legolas. "Why are you trying to trick me, Gimli?" A mad light flamed in the icy eyes, forbidding any to try and reason with him.
This is not true.they are trying to trick me. Why are they doing this? I have done nothing wrong!
Many of the young Riders of Rohan backed away, fearing the wrath of the woodland elf. But Gimli could see past the crazed light, and delved deep into the heart of his friend. He knows Aragorn is gone, he thought. But knowledge is a powerful menace. He will not believe it. Gimli had heard that elves could die of sorrow. He would not allow such to become of Legolas.
"Legolas! The truth may be hard to accept, but must you truly deny it so much?" Gimli knew what it was like to loose a friend and loved one.and undoubtedly so did Legolas, with the long years of his life. But Aragorn and Legolas had been such close friends.
"Nay, Gimli, this is no truth," the elf whispered. "Aragorn, do not play tricks on me! This is no time to jest! Stop this! Do not hide from me!" he shouted, looking frantically about him.
A distance away, a young rider failed to stifle his laugh. He had heard that this elf was valiant and brave. For him to deny Aragorn's death with such ferocity contradicted everything he had heard.
Suddenly, Legolas whirled upon the young man. "Do you think this is funny?" His voice wavered dangerously, his voice barely above a whisper, his face only inches away. "If this is indeed such a joke, tell me where he is hiding." The icy eyes bore hard into the boys', anger flaming with a crazed glow. Fear gripped its cold hand about the young ones heart. A mad light shone in the elf's eyes, and the young boy knew in terror that grief could drive the elf to dark extent.
"H-he is n-not hiding, master elf," he stuttered.
"No? Then tell me where he is!"
The boy gulped, and tried to word his response as carefully as possible. "I-in the river.over the cliff." His voice trailed off as Legolas backed away, shock and realization written over his face.
He staggered back towards the cliff, and peered over the edge.
"It's true, isn't it Gimli." he mumbled.
Gimli approached his friend, his footsteps heavy with sorrow. "Aye, my friend. I am afraid so."
Legolas turned from the cliff, and fell to his knees. He is gone. Tears streamed down his face as he collapsed. Now, he did not care for his pride. Nothing mattered. Aragorn was gone.
"Must death christen every occasion.?" he muttered through his sobs. "Is this what this world has come to? What is life, when everything dear to one must meet its end?" Gimli stared down into his friends' eyes, now so dim of the sparkling light once glittered there. Darkness seemed to grow about the elf, heavy with sorrow and hopelessness.
Gimli crouched alongside his friend. "But it is better to have known that love and loose it, than to have never known it at all."
Legolas thought for a moment. Truth there was in Gimli's words. Yet the dwarf would never understand the pain of the elf. To live forever, and watch everything he ever loved wither in age, or fall in war. And now his dearest friend, fallen in a battle that was not even his own.
Aragorn was gone.and in later years, Gimli too would die. One day, Legolas would pass into the undying lands.but this world would be left to the tears of death, and blood of its victims. And one day, it would fall.either under some new, wicked evil, or by it's own ways, it would fall. And ever would Legolas live on in regret and remembrance, in a land where memories littered perfection, and blurred happiness.
"What is life, dear friend, if love will always loose to sorrow, and sorrow then to death? What has this world come to.where rivers run in tears, and stars are dimmed in mourning? Too many will die in this war.more than I wish to see. This life is no longer worth living. For some day, all shall fade into demise.and here I shall ever linger."
"Legolas." But as Gimli looked down, he perceived what he had feared. Legolas' eyes were vacant, but for the glitter of lifeless tears. His fair flesh drained of its colour, and eyes staring with dead sight at the dwarf. No breath escaped the pale lips. He did not look peacefully resting. he was just.dead.withered in sorrow.
Both of them, in less than an hour.
"Fare thee well, dear friend."
And Gimli hung his head, and wept.
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A/N: So, what do you think? That's the end, unless I get some screwy, crazy idea to..HEY! *GASP * Alright, it's NOT the end. I HAVE AN IDEA! But first you must tell me.. more death, slash, or just plain angst? Which would you prefer? All? One or two? Tell me, and I will mould the next chapter!
TBC
~Searcher of Souls~