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Power in the Shadows
(This one has nothing to do with my other Legolas FanFictions)
Type: Legolas Fic
Rating: R (Graphic war scenes; Inhumane Punishments)
Copyright: I don't own most of this.
Archive: I would be honored :)
Summary: AU-NO RING- Men and Elves in a battle for power, but there is an evil that manipulates the war in the shadows. Can Men and Elves stop the ultimate source of power? Or will the war destory them all?
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Chapter 14
Ways with Words
After about an hour sitting with the hurt Legolas, Éowyn knew it was about time to go home...
"Legolas," Éowyn called for him.
Legolas' eyes cracked open. He was still lying face down on the table.
"I'm going to have to leave you here," Éowyn told him. "I will return as soon as I possibly can."
Legolas' eyes closed again... to weak to hold them. He had felt terrible ever since the moment Saruman pushed the arrow through him. It was a terrible feeling knowing that an arrow had gone all the way through you, emotionally and physically.
Éowyn sat with him as long as she could, but he knew she had a family that was expecting her to be home in the morning. Her family most likely would not be happy knowing that Éowyn was out all night saving elves and taking him to a wizard few have even made contact with.
Legolas' wound was healing quite fast... but the pain still remained. He had never really had the chance to experience this much pain... and was now wondering why he even had to run away from Mirkwood.
Was he truly ungrateful for what Thranduil had provided him the last three thousand years? Legolas couldn't even remember the last thing Thranduil did for him out of kindness... or anything that was required of him. No... Thranduil didn't even know Legolas.
"How are you feeling?" Saruman asked Legolas. He walked into the room when Legolas wasn't looking. Legolas' senses were quite off guard because of his pain.
Legolas groaned. "That is to be expected," Saruman replied. "Where did the lady go?"
Legolas groaned once again. "Ah... yes," Saruman said. "I forgot about your condition. Just lay where you are. I am sure she will return soon, she seems to think she needs to be around you until you can operate without help."
Saruman left the room. Legolas finally drifted off into a deep elvish slumber, leaving his eyes cracked like elves normally do.
Legolas really never dreamed. He did on occasion, but the were never really happy dreams. Most of them were about his mother. He longed for her ever since she left them. It surprised Legolas that he didn't die from a grief. The only person that loved him from the beginning wasn't around anymore, and Legolas had been alone since. The one person who did finally learn to care for Legolas after his mother cared so much he gave his life...
Aduialaha regretted not spending the years he could have with Legolas. Legolas was so very kind... and the years of rejection turned his heart bitter and unwanted. Legolas started hiding in the shadows, and soon people starting to forget he existed... but maybe it was better that way.
Maybe the Lady of Rohan, Éowyn, would be his new friend. His only friend... someone he could talk to...
No... She was a woman of Rohan, she couldn't be seen with Legolas if she valued her life. Was he doomed to spend all of eternity on his own? It seems that every time he gets near someone... they die.
By nightfall, Éowyn had managed to come back. She un-bandaged the wound at Saruman's order and to see how the healing process was developing. She saw how beautifully it was coming along, for now the scab was already starting to peel, showing that the new skin had already grown underneath.
"You are healing quickly," Éowyn whispered to the sleeping Legolas. His eyes flickered from his trance of elvish sleep and his eyes smiled.
"I am glad to see you have returned, milady," Legolas replied.
"I have brought you a new tunic," Éowyn told him, placing a brown tunic on the table, and then looked down a little. "And I have also brought you a spare horse. She is old, but trustworthy enough. She was set loose not to long ago because they feared she would collapse if she was in battle. I retrieved her for you."
"What would I need my own horse for, Lady of Rohan?" Legolas asked.
"So you can travel north of course," Éowyn replied.
"North?" Legolas asked.
"To Rivendell," she said. "You will be safe there. I'm sure you have been acquainted with the king there?"
"Yes," Legolas replied. "Elrond."
"Then I shall leave you," Éowyn replied. "It was nice meeting you, master elf. I hope the fates will us to meet again."
"Goodbye...," Legolas said, and then smiled and finished his sentence. "My savior."
Éowyn gave a loud laugh. She then reached inside her cloak and pulled out a dagger sheathed in a leather sheath.
"This is for you," she told Legolas.
Legolas slowly sat up from his stomach, his tunic only attached to his left arm. He accepted the dagger and looked at it. He unsheathed it and saw that it was made of sharp gold.
"This is to precious to offer," Legolas said, trying to hand it back.
"Nay, master elf," she said pushing it back. "It is so that in years to come... when I pass and you still dwell the earth without change, that you will remember me."
"Thank you," Legolas replied, but the frowned. "I am afraid I have nothing to offer you, milady."
"That is quite alright," she said, and then she turned to leave.
"Wait!" Legolas called out. Éowyn turned around to see Legolas taking off his torn tunic and handing it to her.
"I want you to have this," Legolas said with a sheepish smile. "So you can remember the blood you helped stop flowing from my body and remember in your age of senility and remember that good deeds bring fond memories."
Éowyn's eyes watered and she took the torn and blood soaked tunic. Legolas smiled... she was truly sad to see him go. Éowyn and Legolas seemed to have a bond of understanding... like nothing he had experienced before. Not love... not lust... but a silent agreement of the souls...
"Your kind has a way with words, master elf," Éowyn replied... and then she left Legolas in Isengard... all alone...
Power in the Shadows
(This one has nothing to do with my other Legolas FanFictions)
Type: Legolas Fic
Rating: R (Graphic war scenes; Inhumane Punishments)
Copyright: I don't own most of this.
Archive: I would be honored :)
Summary: AU-NO RING- Men and Elves in a battle for power, but there is an evil that manipulates the war in the shadows. Can Men and Elves stop the ultimate source of power? Or will the war destory them all?
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Chapter 14
Ways with Words
After about an hour sitting with the hurt Legolas, Éowyn knew it was about time to go home...
"Legolas," Éowyn called for him.
Legolas' eyes cracked open. He was still lying face down on the table.
"I'm going to have to leave you here," Éowyn told him. "I will return as soon as I possibly can."
Legolas' eyes closed again... to weak to hold them. He had felt terrible ever since the moment Saruman pushed the arrow through him. It was a terrible feeling knowing that an arrow had gone all the way through you, emotionally and physically.
Éowyn sat with him as long as she could, but he knew she had a family that was expecting her to be home in the morning. Her family most likely would not be happy knowing that Éowyn was out all night saving elves and taking him to a wizard few have even made contact with.
Legolas' wound was healing quite fast... but the pain still remained. He had never really had the chance to experience this much pain... and was now wondering why he even had to run away from Mirkwood.
Was he truly ungrateful for what Thranduil had provided him the last three thousand years? Legolas couldn't even remember the last thing Thranduil did for him out of kindness... or anything that was required of him. No... Thranduil didn't even know Legolas.
"How are you feeling?" Saruman asked Legolas. He walked into the room when Legolas wasn't looking. Legolas' senses were quite off guard because of his pain.
Legolas groaned. "That is to be expected," Saruman replied. "Where did the lady go?"
Legolas groaned once again. "Ah... yes," Saruman said. "I forgot about your condition. Just lay where you are. I am sure she will return soon, she seems to think she needs to be around you until you can operate without help."
Saruman left the room. Legolas finally drifted off into a deep elvish slumber, leaving his eyes cracked like elves normally do.
Legolas really never dreamed. He did on occasion, but the were never really happy dreams. Most of them were about his mother. He longed for her ever since she left them. It surprised Legolas that he didn't die from a grief. The only person that loved him from the beginning wasn't around anymore, and Legolas had been alone since. The one person who did finally learn to care for Legolas after his mother cared so much he gave his life...
Aduialaha regretted not spending the years he could have with Legolas. Legolas was so very kind... and the years of rejection turned his heart bitter and unwanted. Legolas started hiding in the shadows, and soon people starting to forget he existed... but maybe it was better that way.
Maybe the Lady of Rohan, Éowyn, would be his new friend. His only friend... someone he could talk to...
No... She was a woman of Rohan, she couldn't be seen with Legolas if she valued her life. Was he doomed to spend all of eternity on his own? It seems that every time he gets near someone... they die.
By nightfall, Éowyn had managed to come back. She un-bandaged the wound at Saruman's order and to see how the healing process was developing. She saw how beautifully it was coming along, for now the scab was already starting to peel, showing that the new skin had already grown underneath.
"You are healing quickly," Éowyn whispered to the sleeping Legolas. His eyes flickered from his trance of elvish sleep and his eyes smiled.
"I am glad to see you have returned, milady," Legolas replied.
"I have brought you a new tunic," Éowyn told him, placing a brown tunic on the table, and then looked down a little. "And I have also brought you a spare horse. She is old, but trustworthy enough. She was set loose not to long ago because they feared she would collapse if she was in battle. I retrieved her for you."
"What would I need my own horse for, Lady of Rohan?" Legolas asked.
"So you can travel north of course," Éowyn replied.
"North?" Legolas asked.
"To Rivendell," she said. "You will be safe there. I'm sure you have been acquainted with the king there?"
"Yes," Legolas replied. "Elrond."
"Then I shall leave you," Éowyn replied. "It was nice meeting you, master elf. I hope the fates will us to meet again."
"Goodbye...," Legolas said, and then smiled and finished his sentence. "My savior."
Éowyn gave a loud laugh. She then reached inside her cloak and pulled out a dagger sheathed in a leather sheath.
"This is for you," she told Legolas.
Legolas slowly sat up from his stomach, his tunic only attached to his left arm. He accepted the dagger and looked at it. He unsheathed it and saw that it was made of sharp gold.
"This is to precious to offer," Legolas said, trying to hand it back.
"Nay, master elf," she said pushing it back. "It is so that in years to come... when I pass and you still dwell the earth without change, that you will remember me."
"Thank you," Legolas replied, but the frowned. "I am afraid I have nothing to offer you, milady."
"That is quite alright," she said, and then she turned to leave.
"Wait!" Legolas called out. Éowyn turned around to see Legolas taking off his torn tunic and handing it to her.
"I want you to have this," Legolas said with a sheepish smile. "So you can remember the blood you helped stop flowing from my body and remember in your age of senility and remember that good deeds bring fond memories."
Éowyn's eyes watered and she took the torn and blood soaked tunic. Legolas smiled... she was truly sad to see him go. Éowyn and Legolas seemed to have a bond of understanding... like nothing he had experienced before. Not love... not lust... but a silent agreement of the souls...
"Your kind has a way with words, master elf," Éowyn replied... and then she left Legolas in Isengard... all alone...