Chapter Seventeen-Possessed, Guilt, and Duel
Four weeks after Lenna's past was revealed to her, she has been alone and thinking a lot. But now, she had sorted everything out in her mind so that she could keep her mind clear to use her magic. Lenna decided that she would live her past life, that her name would be Lenna Vardamir, princess of Lakewood, but she knew that because of everything that happened, she would need time to know everyone and to trust them again. Now, Lenna's rest time was over, and for another month, she would be learning powerful and ancient spells, then she would be trying to improve all of her skills. After all that, she would finally be able to go home.
~~~Back at Helms Deep~~~
It was night, and Legolas was anxious about Lenna coming back at dawn, and he couldn't sleep, so, he went to pay his respects to the dead. Once he entered the room holding the corpses, he was surprised to find a little boy crying beside a body with no arms and one leg. Legolas silently walked to the boy, put his hand on the boy's shoulder, and knelt down on the ground beside the boy.
"Do not be grieved, young one, he died an honourable death, fighting alongside many other valiant soldiers." The little boy looked up, and suddenly, rage filled his eyes, and he snarled at Legolas.
"You! You are the elf who did this to my father! You are the one who killed my mother as well, and left me alone in this world. It was you, wasn't it?" Legolas' eyes widened in horror.
"Wh-what?! I didn't do anything! I didn't kill any men or women!"
"Liar! You didn't kill that orc who blew up the wall! Do you see? You killed my father, my mother killed herself afterwards, and look! You killed every single body that you see in this room! Now I am alone! Do you not see how much pain and suffering you have caused? This is all your doing, it's all your fault, you devil!" Legolas shook his head in shock and pain.
"No! No! I am truly sorry! I never wanted it to be like this! Never!" Legolas stood up and looked around the room. there were hundreds of men and elves lying there, all missing some part(s) of their body. Tears flooded from Legolas' eyes, the boy scrambled up and took out his dagger, tears streaming down his face as well.
"Well, sorry is never enough! It was a good thing that I survived this war so that I could get my revenge for my parents! You'll pay, elf!" Before Legolas could react, the boy stabbed the dagger into Legolas' leg, dragged it back out, and stabbed it again deep into his arm, twisted the knife, and took it out again. Legolas cried out in pain and shock, and then, the boy stabbed the dagger into Legolas' chest, leaving it there. Legolas sank down from the pain, and was kicked several times in the ribs and legs with the boy's steel boots. Afterwards, Legolas cried in grief and guilt, constantly whispering the words, "I'm so sorry!" the boy then ran away and left Legolas to bleed to death. Legolas reached up, and took out the dagger from his chest, blood came gushing out of his stab wound. Legolas looked at the blade in confusion and horror.
'A Morgul blade? What? How did that boy get this?' Legolas thought, then, he coughed harshly, and saw the blood on his hands, and the pain consumed him. But instead of just lying there, Legolas tried his hardest to get up and to walk out of the room.
'I have to find that boy, I just have to. His anger is taking over hie mind and soul! I must help him!' Legolas thought eagerly. With every step and movement that Legolas took, the more his wounds bled, the more his chest hurt, and the more he was falling into darkness. After a few minutes, Legolas still couldn't find the boy. So he stopped to catch his breath, then he started to run again, but instead, he fell down on the ground. Legolas clutched his chest wound, he breathed in short gasps, and he couldn't see clearly. Legolas stood up again, and started walking again, when suddenly, he heard a voice behind him.
"So, the elf is not dead yet? I'll have to fix that." Legolas spun around, and saw the little boy standing there, two knives in his hands, snarling, with red and black eyes. Legolas gasped and eyed the boy suspiciously.
"You are not really the boy, are you? Who are you and why have you taken the boy's body?" The boy laughed menacingly.
"Very smart, you are correct, prince, I am Cesbrim, a dead and evil spirit. I was sent here by Sauron to kill anyone here, for the master is terribly bored waiting for your armies to go and fight against him. Master Sauron wanted some entertainment, he is watching us right now, even as we speak, and as soon as I win, he will once again try to locate the Ring. So, elf, I challenge you to a duel, last one standing wins, and if you refuse, this little boy will die. Oh yes, if you were wondering, it was true, you did kill his father, but not his mother, it was just a twist to his little oh- so-sad story." Cesbrim laughed again, and threw one of his knives to Legolas, and they both got into a fighting stance. While Legolas was still fatally injured and tired, his breathing was laboured and his eyes unfocused, pain and unconsciousness threatening to overtake him.
'This is for the boy and his family, I have to win, it is the most I can do for them.' Legolas thought sadly, pushing away his pains as best he could. Suddenly, Cesbrim charged at Legolas, and they fought.
Four weeks after Lenna's past was revealed to her, she has been alone and thinking a lot. But now, she had sorted everything out in her mind so that she could keep her mind clear to use her magic. Lenna decided that she would live her past life, that her name would be Lenna Vardamir, princess of Lakewood, but she knew that because of everything that happened, she would need time to know everyone and to trust them again. Now, Lenna's rest time was over, and for another month, she would be learning powerful and ancient spells, then she would be trying to improve all of her skills. After all that, she would finally be able to go home.
~~~Back at Helms Deep~~~
It was night, and Legolas was anxious about Lenna coming back at dawn, and he couldn't sleep, so, he went to pay his respects to the dead. Once he entered the room holding the corpses, he was surprised to find a little boy crying beside a body with no arms and one leg. Legolas silently walked to the boy, put his hand on the boy's shoulder, and knelt down on the ground beside the boy.
"Do not be grieved, young one, he died an honourable death, fighting alongside many other valiant soldiers." The little boy looked up, and suddenly, rage filled his eyes, and he snarled at Legolas.
"You! You are the elf who did this to my father! You are the one who killed my mother as well, and left me alone in this world. It was you, wasn't it?" Legolas' eyes widened in horror.
"Wh-what?! I didn't do anything! I didn't kill any men or women!"
"Liar! You didn't kill that orc who blew up the wall! Do you see? You killed my father, my mother killed herself afterwards, and look! You killed every single body that you see in this room! Now I am alone! Do you not see how much pain and suffering you have caused? This is all your doing, it's all your fault, you devil!" Legolas shook his head in shock and pain.
"No! No! I am truly sorry! I never wanted it to be like this! Never!" Legolas stood up and looked around the room. there were hundreds of men and elves lying there, all missing some part(s) of their body. Tears flooded from Legolas' eyes, the boy scrambled up and took out his dagger, tears streaming down his face as well.
"Well, sorry is never enough! It was a good thing that I survived this war so that I could get my revenge for my parents! You'll pay, elf!" Before Legolas could react, the boy stabbed the dagger into Legolas' leg, dragged it back out, and stabbed it again deep into his arm, twisted the knife, and took it out again. Legolas cried out in pain and shock, and then, the boy stabbed the dagger into Legolas' chest, leaving it there. Legolas sank down from the pain, and was kicked several times in the ribs and legs with the boy's steel boots. Afterwards, Legolas cried in grief and guilt, constantly whispering the words, "I'm so sorry!" the boy then ran away and left Legolas to bleed to death. Legolas reached up, and took out the dagger from his chest, blood came gushing out of his stab wound. Legolas looked at the blade in confusion and horror.
'A Morgul blade? What? How did that boy get this?' Legolas thought, then, he coughed harshly, and saw the blood on his hands, and the pain consumed him. But instead of just lying there, Legolas tried his hardest to get up and to walk out of the room.
'I have to find that boy, I just have to. His anger is taking over hie mind and soul! I must help him!' Legolas thought eagerly. With every step and movement that Legolas took, the more his wounds bled, the more his chest hurt, and the more he was falling into darkness. After a few minutes, Legolas still couldn't find the boy. So he stopped to catch his breath, then he started to run again, but instead, he fell down on the ground. Legolas clutched his chest wound, he breathed in short gasps, and he couldn't see clearly. Legolas stood up again, and started walking again, when suddenly, he heard a voice behind him.
"So, the elf is not dead yet? I'll have to fix that." Legolas spun around, and saw the little boy standing there, two knives in his hands, snarling, with red and black eyes. Legolas gasped and eyed the boy suspiciously.
"You are not really the boy, are you? Who are you and why have you taken the boy's body?" The boy laughed menacingly.
"Very smart, you are correct, prince, I am Cesbrim, a dead and evil spirit. I was sent here by Sauron to kill anyone here, for the master is terribly bored waiting for your armies to go and fight against him. Master Sauron wanted some entertainment, he is watching us right now, even as we speak, and as soon as I win, he will once again try to locate the Ring. So, elf, I challenge you to a duel, last one standing wins, and if you refuse, this little boy will die. Oh yes, if you were wondering, it was true, you did kill his father, but not his mother, it was just a twist to his little oh- so-sad story." Cesbrim laughed again, and threw one of his knives to Legolas, and they both got into a fighting stance. While Legolas was still fatally injured and tired, his breathing was laboured and his eyes unfocused, pain and unconsciousness threatening to overtake him.
'This is for the boy and his family, I have to win, it is the most I can do for them.' Legolas thought sadly, pushing away his pains as best he could. Suddenly, Cesbrim charged at Legolas, and they fought.