Shadow of a Doubt
Chapter Twenty-One: Empty Chairs and Empty Tables
by Capella
A/N: Well, the response to that last chapter was exactly how I had expected it. I got a few angry "Fix it or else I'll dismember you"s, a few "I'm in shock but I'll trust you"s, a few "I'm hyperventilating/sobbing"s (which was actually the desired response, I'm ashamed to admit), and actually I got a few "that was intense/brilliant"s (which were unexpected but savored). In short - you guys have to trust me! BY THE WAY! Alchemy, when you leave a review, give me your email address (if you want to) so I can add you to my mailing list! You're one of my most faithful reviewers and I feel awful not sending you the mailing update. :)
That being said, here is chapter Twenty one. Sorry it took so long and is so short. I'm rather fond of it, though.
By the way, if ANYONE knows where the title and lyrics of this chapter is from, leave it in a review along with your email adress and the first five people will get the chapter early :) The song and where the song is from inspired this chapter.
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"From the table in the corner
They could see a world reborn
And they rose with voices ringing
I can hear them now!
The very words that they had sung
Became their last communion
On the lonely barricade at dawn
Oh my friends, my friends forgive me
That I live and you are gone
There's a grief that can't be spoken
There's a pain goes on and on
Phantom faces at the window
Phantom shadows on the floor
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will meet no more."
- It's a secret *grins*
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It was the ninth day since the passing of the Third Age, and Legolas was dying.
It had taken a suprisingly short period of time before the waning of life had become perfectly pronounced. Legolas had not spoken a word since Harry had died at the passing of the Age, and it had become worse since Gandalf had preserved Harry's body inside what looked like a glass casket. To all appearances Harry seemed to be sleeping, the horrifying gash on his throat closed by the wizard, the white scars of a whip disappeared from his skin.
Legolas had not said a word, but after the mourning, his eyes had pleaded more eloquently than any words he could have said, and the casket was placed in the elf's chambers. Arwen realized that it might not have been quite wise of them.
Legolas did not leave his room anymore. Food was quietly brought in which he ate without enjoyment or hunger, and he had slept only twice. It was if the spirit had been taken from his soul after Harry's life had been from his body.
Arwen gazed at the other elf sorrowfully from the wooden doorway, taking in the crushed posture: Legolas was sitting, shoulders slumped and head bowed, perhaps two feet from the casket. His expression as he gazed into it was defeated.
"Legolas, would you like something to eat?" she ventured carefully. Legolas neither straightened nor acknowledged Arwen's voice. "You have a guest, Legolas. Can he come in?"
"No."
"Legolas, please, it's your father -"
The elf's expression didn't change. "No."
Arwen stepped quietly into the room and sat down on the chair beside Legolas, who again didn't acknowledge her presence. She lifted a hand and brushed Legolas's hair out of his face gently. "Legolas, you cannot continue living like this. You refuse visitors, you barely eat, you refuse to leave the room. You have hardly even slept since Harry died."
For the first time in days Legolas turned to look at Arwen with dull, red-rimmed eyes devoid of their usual brightness.
"I can sleep when I'm dead," he said flatly.
"Oh, Legolas -"
Legolas turned his head back toward the coffin where Harry's body was preserved. "Leave me," he said quietly. "Tell my father to go back to Mirkwood." One slim, pale hand reached up and rested on the glass of the casket.
Arwen sighed and turned to leave.
"How can you stand it?" Legolas whispered.
Arwen turned around and stared at him. "How can I stand what?"
"How can you stand knowing that no matter what you do, Aragorn will die and you will be left alone forever?"
Arwen closed her eyes and took a deep, shuddering breath. She had been afraid that he would ask the only question that she didn't know how to answer. But when she opened her eyes, she was pinned by a dispairing blue gaze, and she was reminded suddenly of the lost soul she had been not too long ago.
"I can't, sometimes," she answered honestly. "I remember wondering if Aragorn would return a hero or a martyr, and I remember knowing clearly that there was no possibly way that I could live alone if he was dead. Even now I don't quite know what I will do when he dies. But Legolas, don't give up yet. Think of how Harry would have wanted you to live." Legolas flinched at the sound of Harry's name, and suddenly Arwen felt dried out and exhausted, empty. "I have heard that Valinor heals all wounds. If all else fails, go there and heal yourself."
She started to walk out of the room and, as she neared the doorway, heard a whispered confession something not meant for her ears.
"...do I still belong to you?..."
Silence was his only answer.
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As he heard the delicate footsteps of Arwen recede down the hall, Legolas leaned his head forward to rest on the cool glass of Harry's casket. He just couldn't wrap his mind around Harry's death - Harry couldn't be dead. Even thinking about Harry hurt, like a knife to his heart.
Legolas sighed and stared through the glass at Harry's face, pale and calm in death. He knew the face by heart now, down to the tiny freckle right beside Harry's eye and the scar marring the smooth forehead. He longed to touch Harry's skin.
"You were so precious to me," he whispered, and a tear slid slowly down his cheek and landed with a soft plink onto the glass. Harry had died thinking that Legolas betrayed him. It was almost too much to bear.
He had stopped sleeping after the first night after the war because of the memories that invaded his sleep. He could still feel the leather of the whip in his hand, still hear the sound of Harry's screams, like an angel with its wings being severed.
Most of all he remembered Harry's dying words, repeating themselves over and over in his tortured mind.
/"Give me a reason to forgive you, Legolas."
"I-I can't."/
Shaking his head sadly, he leaned back. Maybe he should go to Valinor. He could be lonely here or over the Sea, so what difference did it make? At least he would be with his kin.
Suddenly a thought entered his mind and he sat up, back ramrod straight. Heals all wounds....Valinor...and he suddenly recalled what Sauron had said to Harry, that Eonwe was trapped somewhere inside the wizard. And then he remembered the shining silver mist that had escaped Harry's body when he died.
Legolas knocked over the cup of water sitting by his side as he raced out of the room.
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His breath was beginning to come in labored gasps as he raced across the castle grounds. His days without sleep and little food had begun to take its toll, and his chest felt too tight. It felt like he could barely breathe.
"Gandalf," he managed to gasp. Gods, he had never been this weak before. His legs felt like they were made out of jelly. He wondered suddenly if he was dying, and for some reason the thought didn't bother him.
Finally the throne room doors appeared at the end of the hall. Legolas staggered to them and leaned his arm on the handle, trying to catch his breath. He leaned his head on the door with a loud thump and heard footsteps.
Aragorn opened the door just as Legolas's legs lost their last reserves of strength and he collapsed into the suprised king's arms.
"Gandalf," he said, voice hoarse, and peered over Aragorn's shoulder at the throne room. Empty. "Where is he?"
Aragorn blinked down at him with concerned blue eyes. "What are you talking about, Legolas?" He laid a gentle hand on Legolas's flushed forehead. "Oh, Legolas, you're sick. We need to get you back to your room."
"No," Legolas said with a stronger voice, feeling a little bit more strength in his body. He pushed himself off from Aragorn's arms and looked him in the eyes, setting his jaw. "I need to find Gandalf right now, Aragorn. It's about -- about Harry. I think -"
"Legolas, he's dead."
Aragorn's eyes were filled with sympathy. Legolas wanted to rip them out. "Shut up," he snarled, and his fist connected with Aragorn's jaw and sent him sprawling onto his back.
Aragorn got up slowly and rubbed a spot of blood off of his split lip. He didn't move and he didn't talk. He just stared at Legolas with pity.
"Stop it!" Legolas screamed. He turned and raced out of the room. He heard Aragorn shout something behind him, but with grim determination he kept running out of the castle and down the roads of the city, until he was free of the houses and the dirt and the guilt.
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Finally his legs just would not run anymore.
Legolas collapsed to his hands and knees, fisting his fingers in the Gondor grass, bowing his head and letting the wind blow his hair into his face. Great gasping sobs burst out of him. He felt the stickiness of tears roll down his cheeks.
A gentle, gnarled hand laid softly on his shoulder.
"I know, Legolas," the soft voice murmered. "Let it go."
Like a child seeking comfort, Legolas turned into the welcoming embrace and buried his face in Gandalf's soft white robes, the kind arms wrapping around his shoulders only making him cry harder. He pounded his fists on Gandalf's shoulders and muffled his screams in Gandalf's cloak.
"Why did he have to die, Gandalf?" he whispered when his tears finally died down. "It's not fair!"
"I know," Gandalf sighed, stroking Legolas's back soothingly. "But do not give up hope yet."
Suddenly Legolas was reminded of why he had been searching for Gandalf.
He pulled back from Gandalf so he could look into the wizard's face. "Gandalf," he started cautiously, "while I was in Mordor, I heard Sauron talking to Harry. He said something about Eonwe being trapped inside Harry's body, and suddenly Harry began talking in the same voice he had used at Orthanc. And just today I was talking to Arwen, and she told me that Valinor heals all wounds. I was thinking that perhaps if we take Harry's body to Valinor, the gods could do something for him. Anything." He took a deep breath.
Gandalf looked considering. "I do not see why not," he said slowly. "They have done much more miraculous things in my time. After all, they did bring me back to life." He chuckled.
Legolas bit his lower lip and waited.
Gandalf smiled. "Pack your things and choose your companions, Legolas," he said. "We will depart two days from now. I have not felt so happy in a while - he truly was a great friend."
Trying to keep a smile off his face for the first time in months, Legolas stood up and raced back to the castle.
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Where am I?....
Oh, little one. You have done so well.
What?
Rest now. Your friends are coming.
But I -
Sleep and forget, my young one. My child.
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"Are you sure about this?"
"As sure as I can be, Aragorn," Legolas answered, smiling, and clapped a hand on his old friend's shoulder. He didn't know if he would ever return, or if he would even make it over the Great Sea to Valinor. But if he didn't restore Harry, none of that would matter anyway. Suicide was a noble thing.
Aragorn, Arwen, and the rest of the Fellowship had accompanied him to as far as the Gray Havens. Legolas had decided to bring only a few of his own kin on the journey, Haldir and his brother Rumil. Gandalf and Gimli were also traveling to Valinor, though Gimli was decidedly nervous. Save Earindil, no people who were not of elf-kind had ever crossed the Sea.
Legolas placed a hand softly on Harry's casket, resting beside him on the deck of his ship, and looked up at Aragorn. "I have to do this, Aragorn. He has to live." Every day that he is dead, I die a bit more, he added silently.
Aragorn nodded sadly and embraced Legolas for possibly the last time, squeezing him tight. "I'll miss you, old friend," he whispered, and let go. What might have been a tear glimmered in his eye.
Arwen stepped forward and took both of Legolas's hands in hers tightly. "Heal your wounds," she said. With a final, secret smile, she stepped back and let the others say their goodbyes. Eomer was particularly saddened by the loss of his comrade, and Pippin could not seem to stop sniffling. Merry held his hand and gave him a small kiss on the cheek, recieving a teary smile in return.
Finally all the goodbyes were said, all the supplies were loaded, the sails were set. Legolas sat on the stern next to Haldir as they set out, silently, watching the sun set beneath the glistening ocean and dark mountains, and wondered if he would ever see those mountains again.
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"You really loved him, did you not." It wasn't a question.
Legolas sighed and twisted the small gold band resting on his middle finger. The ring that Harry had, when he'd first come to Rivendell. The few days after Harry died, it had been like a brand upon his skin, and it had taken all of his control not to fling it off. Now he would not have parted with it for the world.
"I did, Haldir," he said softly, closing his eyes.
Haldir sounded gentle. "You will bring him to life, Legolas. If anyone could do such a thing, I know you could."
Legolas leaned his head back against the boat's side, trying to distract himself from his own relentless, horrible thoughts. Thought's of Harry's death - of an angel lying dead at his feet --
"Legolas?"
"Even if I bring him back to life, he'll die again. He will die if he doesn't leave me."
"What?
"He had these -- pains. They hurt him so bad that he would just collapse and grit his teeth to keep from screaming --" Legolas clenched his fists. "If he doesn't leave Middle-Earth, he will die from them. Die, unless he leaves. Leaves me." All of a sudden he couldn't breathe, and all he could think about was never seeing Harry again. Never seeing Harry's jade eyes, never hearing Harry's deep breaths as he slept or Harry's eyelashes flutter on his cheeks as he dreamed. And it seemed -- impossible. It hurt.
Tears leaked down his cheeks. He bowed his head, resting his forehead onto his knees. "Harry," he whispered. He was grateful that Haldir had left silently, so that the other elf couldn't see his emotions torn like this. No one needed to see him like this. "Harry, I...love you."
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Legolas?...I love you...
Please, Legolas, before I forget -
Bring me to life...
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A/N: see!! I am a nice person! XD now, leave reviews...*cough* or maybe i'll forget to be nice...*wiggles eyebrows* hehe, just kiddin'. I couldn't leave you guys hanging. But leave reviews anyway so that I don't get sad! ;)
Chapter Twenty-One: Empty Chairs and Empty Tables
by Capella
A/N: Well, the response to that last chapter was exactly how I had expected it. I got a few angry "Fix it or else I'll dismember you"s, a few "I'm in shock but I'll trust you"s, a few "I'm hyperventilating/sobbing"s (which was actually the desired response, I'm ashamed to admit), and actually I got a few "that was intense/brilliant"s (which were unexpected but savored). In short - you guys have to trust me! BY THE WAY! Alchemy, when you leave a review, give me your email address (if you want to) so I can add you to my mailing list! You're one of my most faithful reviewers and I feel awful not sending you the mailing update. :)
That being said, here is chapter Twenty one. Sorry it took so long and is so short. I'm rather fond of it, though.
By the way, if ANYONE knows where the title and lyrics of this chapter is from, leave it in a review along with your email adress and the first five people will get the chapter early :) The song and where the song is from inspired this chapter.
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"From the table in the corner
They could see a world reborn
And they rose with voices ringing
I can hear them now!
The very words that they had sung
Became their last communion
On the lonely barricade at dawn
Oh my friends, my friends forgive me
That I live and you are gone
There's a grief that can't be spoken
There's a pain goes on and on
Phantom faces at the window
Phantom shadows on the floor
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will meet no more."
- It's a secret *grins*
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It was the ninth day since the passing of the Third Age, and Legolas was dying.
It had taken a suprisingly short period of time before the waning of life had become perfectly pronounced. Legolas had not spoken a word since Harry had died at the passing of the Age, and it had become worse since Gandalf had preserved Harry's body inside what looked like a glass casket. To all appearances Harry seemed to be sleeping, the horrifying gash on his throat closed by the wizard, the white scars of a whip disappeared from his skin.
Legolas had not said a word, but after the mourning, his eyes had pleaded more eloquently than any words he could have said, and the casket was placed in the elf's chambers. Arwen realized that it might not have been quite wise of them.
Legolas did not leave his room anymore. Food was quietly brought in which he ate without enjoyment or hunger, and he had slept only twice. It was if the spirit had been taken from his soul after Harry's life had been from his body.
Arwen gazed at the other elf sorrowfully from the wooden doorway, taking in the crushed posture: Legolas was sitting, shoulders slumped and head bowed, perhaps two feet from the casket. His expression as he gazed into it was defeated.
"Legolas, would you like something to eat?" she ventured carefully. Legolas neither straightened nor acknowledged Arwen's voice. "You have a guest, Legolas. Can he come in?"
"No."
"Legolas, please, it's your father -"
The elf's expression didn't change. "No."
Arwen stepped quietly into the room and sat down on the chair beside Legolas, who again didn't acknowledge her presence. She lifted a hand and brushed Legolas's hair out of his face gently. "Legolas, you cannot continue living like this. You refuse visitors, you barely eat, you refuse to leave the room. You have hardly even slept since Harry died."
For the first time in days Legolas turned to look at Arwen with dull, red-rimmed eyes devoid of their usual brightness.
"I can sleep when I'm dead," he said flatly.
"Oh, Legolas -"
Legolas turned his head back toward the coffin where Harry's body was preserved. "Leave me," he said quietly. "Tell my father to go back to Mirkwood." One slim, pale hand reached up and rested on the glass of the casket.
Arwen sighed and turned to leave.
"How can you stand it?" Legolas whispered.
Arwen turned around and stared at him. "How can I stand what?"
"How can you stand knowing that no matter what you do, Aragorn will die and you will be left alone forever?"
Arwen closed her eyes and took a deep, shuddering breath. She had been afraid that he would ask the only question that she didn't know how to answer. But when she opened her eyes, she was pinned by a dispairing blue gaze, and she was reminded suddenly of the lost soul she had been not too long ago.
"I can't, sometimes," she answered honestly. "I remember wondering if Aragorn would return a hero or a martyr, and I remember knowing clearly that there was no possibly way that I could live alone if he was dead. Even now I don't quite know what I will do when he dies. But Legolas, don't give up yet. Think of how Harry would have wanted you to live." Legolas flinched at the sound of Harry's name, and suddenly Arwen felt dried out and exhausted, empty. "I have heard that Valinor heals all wounds. If all else fails, go there and heal yourself."
She started to walk out of the room and, as she neared the doorway, heard a whispered confession something not meant for her ears.
"...do I still belong to you?..."
Silence was his only answer.
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As he heard the delicate footsteps of Arwen recede down the hall, Legolas leaned his head forward to rest on the cool glass of Harry's casket. He just couldn't wrap his mind around Harry's death - Harry couldn't be dead. Even thinking about Harry hurt, like a knife to his heart.
Legolas sighed and stared through the glass at Harry's face, pale and calm in death. He knew the face by heart now, down to the tiny freckle right beside Harry's eye and the scar marring the smooth forehead. He longed to touch Harry's skin.
"You were so precious to me," he whispered, and a tear slid slowly down his cheek and landed with a soft plink onto the glass. Harry had died thinking that Legolas betrayed him. It was almost too much to bear.
He had stopped sleeping after the first night after the war because of the memories that invaded his sleep. He could still feel the leather of the whip in his hand, still hear the sound of Harry's screams, like an angel with its wings being severed.
Most of all he remembered Harry's dying words, repeating themselves over and over in his tortured mind.
/"Give me a reason to forgive you, Legolas."
"I-I can't."/
Shaking his head sadly, he leaned back. Maybe he should go to Valinor. He could be lonely here or over the Sea, so what difference did it make? At least he would be with his kin.
Suddenly a thought entered his mind and he sat up, back ramrod straight. Heals all wounds....Valinor...and he suddenly recalled what Sauron had said to Harry, that Eonwe was trapped somewhere inside the wizard. And then he remembered the shining silver mist that had escaped Harry's body when he died.
Legolas knocked over the cup of water sitting by his side as he raced out of the room.
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His breath was beginning to come in labored gasps as he raced across the castle grounds. His days without sleep and little food had begun to take its toll, and his chest felt too tight. It felt like he could barely breathe.
"Gandalf," he managed to gasp. Gods, he had never been this weak before. His legs felt like they were made out of jelly. He wondered suddenly if he was dying, and for some reason the thought didn't bother him.
Finally the throne room doors appeared at the end of the hall. Legolas staggered to them and leaned his arm on the handle, trying to catch his breath. He leaned his head on the door with a loud thump and heard footsteps.
Aragorn opened the door just as Legolas's legs lost their last reserves of strength and he collapsed into the suprised king's arms.
"Gandalf," he said, voice hoarse, and peered over Aragorn's shoulder at the throne room. Empty. "Where is he?"
Aragorn blinked down at him with concerned blue eyes. "What are you talking about, Legolas?" He laid a gentle hand on Legolas's flushed forehead. "Oh, Legolas, you're sick. We need to get you back to your room."
"No," Legolas said with a stronger voice, feeling a little bit more strength in his body. He pushed himself off from Aragorn's arms and looked him in the eyes, setting his jaw. "I need to find Gandalf right now, Aragorn. It's about -- about Harry. I think -"
"Legolas, he's dead."
Aragorn's eyes were filled with sympathy. Legolas wanted to rip them out. "Shut up," he snarled, and his fist connected with Aragorn's jaw and sent him sprawling onto his back.
Aragorn got up slowly and rubbed a spot of blood off of his split lip. He didn't move and he didn't talk. He just stared at Legolas with pity.
"Stop it!" Legolas screamed. He turned and raced out of the room. He heard Aragorn shout something behind him, but with grim determination he kept running out of the castle and down the roads of the city, until he was free of the houses and the dirt and the guilt.
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Finally his legs just would not run anymore.
Legolas collapsed to his hands and knees, fisting his fingers in the Gondor grass, bowing his head and letting the wind blow his hair into his face. Great gasping sobs burst out of him. He felt the stickiness of tears roll down his cheeks.
A gentle, gnarled hand laid softly on his shoulder.
"I know, Legolas," the soft voice murmered. "Let it go."
Like a child seeking comfort, Legolas turned into the welcoming embrace and buried his face in Gandalf's soft white robes, the kind arms wrapping around his shoulders only making him cry harder. He pounded his fists on Gandalf's shoulders and muffled his screams in Gandalf's cloak.
"Why did he have to die, Gandalf?" he whispered when his tears finally died down. "It's not fair!"
"I know," Gandalf sighed, stroking Legolas's back soothingly. "But do not give up hope yet."
Suddenly Legolas was reminded of why he had been searching for Gandalf.
He pulled back from Gandalf so he could look into the wizard's face. "Gandalf," he started cautiously, "while I was in Mordor, I heard Sauron talking to Harry. He said something about Eonwe being trapped inside Harry's body, and suddenly Harry began talking in the same voice he had used at Orthanc. And just today I was talking to Arwen, and she told me that Valinor heals all wounds. I was thinking that perhaps if we take Harry's body to Valinor, the gods could do something for him. Anything." He took a deep breath.
Gandalf looked considering. "I do not see why not," he said slowly. "They have done much more miraculous things in my time. After all, they did bring me back to life." He chuckled.
Legolas bit his lower lip and waited.
Gandalf smiled. "Pack your things and choose your companions, Legolas," he said. "We will depart two days from now. I have not felt so happy in a while - he truly was a great friend."
Trying to keep a smile off his face for the first time in months, Legolas stood up and raced back to the castle.
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Where am I?....
Oh, little one. You have done so well.
What?
Rest now. Your friends are coming.
But I -
Sleep and forget, my young one. My child.
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"Are you sure about this?"
"As sure as I can be, Aragorn," Legolas answered, smiling, and clapped a hand on his old friend's shoulder. He didn't know if he would ever return, or if he would even make it over the Great Sea to Valinor. But if he didn't restore Harry, none of that would matter anyway. Suicide was a noble thing.
Aragorn, Arwen, and the rest of the Fellowship had accompanied him to as far as the Gray Havens. Legolas had decided to bring only a few of his own kin on the journey, Haldir and his brother Rumil. Gandalf and Gimli were also traveling to Valinor, though Gimli was decidedly nervous. Save Earindil, no people who were not of elf-kind had ever crossed the Sea.
Legolas placed a hand softly on Harry's casket, resting beside him on the deck of his ship, and looked up at Aragorn. "I have to do this, Aragorn. He has to live." Every day that he is dead, I die a bit more, he added silently.
Aragorn nodded sadly and embraced Legolas for possibly the last time, squeezing him tight. "I'll miss you, old friend," he whispered, and let go. What might have been a tear glimmered in his eye.
Arwen stepped forward and took both of Legolas's hands in hers tightly. "Heal your wounds," she said. With a final, secret smile, she stepped back and let the others say their goodbyes. Eomer was particularly saddened by the loss of his comrade, and Pippin could not seem to stop sniffling. Merry held his hand and gave him a small kiss on the cheek, recieving a teary smile in return.
Finally all the goodbyes were said, all the supplies were loaded, the sails were set. Legolas sat on the stern next to Haldir as they set out, silently, watching the sun set beneath the glistening ocean and dark mountains, and wondered if he would ever see those mountains again.
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"You really loved him, did you not." It wasn't a question.
Legolas sighed and twisted the small gold band resting on his middle finger. The ring that Harry had, when he'd first come to Rivendell. The few days after Harry died, it had been like a brand upon his skin, and it had taken all of his control not to fling it off. Now he would not have parted with it for the world.
"I did, Haldir," he said softly, closing his eyes.
Haldir sounded gentle. "You will bring him to life, Legolas. If anyone could do such a thing, I know you could."
Legolas leaned his head back against the boat's side, trying to distract himself from his own relentless, horrible thoughts. Thought's of Harry's death - of an angel lying dead at his feet --
"Legolas?"
"Even if I bring him back to life, he'll die again. He will die if he doesn't leave me."
"What?
"He had these -- pains. They hurt him so bad that he would just collapse and grit his teeth to keep from screaming --" Legolas clenched his fists. "If he doesn't leave Middle-Earth, he will die from them. Die, unless he leaves. Leaves me." All of a sudden he couldn't breathe, and all he could think about was never seeing Harry again. Never seeing Harry's jade eyes, never hearing Harry's deep breaths as he slept or Harry's eyelashes flutter on his cheeks as he dreamed. And it seemed -- impossible. It hurt.
Tears leaked down his cheeks. He bowed his head, resting his forehead onto his knees. "Harry," he whispered. He was grateful that Haldir had left silently, so that the other elf couldn't see his emotions torn like this. No one needed to see him like this. "Harry, I...love you."
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Legolas?...I love you...
Please, Legolas, before I forget -
Bring me to life...
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A/N: see!! I am a nice person! XD now, leave reviews...*cough* or maybe i'll forget to be nice...*wiggles eyebrows* hehe, just kiddin'. I couldn't leave you guys hanging. But leave reviews anyway so that I don't get sad! ;)