*******Hey! This is my first attempt at a fic, so don't be too rough! I'm
kind of starting out small and hopefully working my way up to bigger
chapter fics. I wanted to give writing a try! I wrote this when I was in a
really bad mood; I think it kind of shows-it's kind of a tragic topic. I've
always wandered if our lovely Legolas had a nice she-elf at one point in
his life, this is just a take on what I think could have happened if he
did, and why she isn't with him now. It doesn't really focus on what
happened to her though, just Legolas' feelings about the issue-anways,
enough of my random chatter, on with the 'ficlett!'
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Never Love Again
Scarlett Arrow
Legolas sank to the ground, cursing the Valar, eyes wet with tears that would never fall. Looking up he whispered into the cool night, "How can this be? She was so young, so full of energy and happiness! It is all my fault; I should have never allowed her to come visit me in Mirkwood! I know of its dangers, and she was unprepared. How foolish am I?"
His anger bubbled and his cheeks turned pink with frustration. In blind rage he yanked out his bow and began shooting arrows into the night, not caring where they landed. As he began to cool down, he immediately regretted his actions. As a young elf, one of the first things he had learned was to respect nature, cherish its beauty and be thankful for it. He sprang forward into the inky darkness using his keen elf eyes to search for the arrows he had just shot. Luckily, a large cluster of them seemed to have been lodged into the same tree. Placing his hand on the tree trunk, he muttered a quick apology and gently slid each arrow out of the tough bark and dropped them onto the ground. Sighing, he sank down at the base of the tree next to the arrows and looked up through the leafy canopy to the sky dotted with stars. But looking at the stars only brought back old memories. Memories of when they were still together.
No, he mustn't think about that now. He couldn't think about that now. Was there no escaping the pain? Legolas had tasted the sweetness of love and watched it go sour. How things changed so quickly in life! Yet, he had to live with the fact that he had caused these horrible events.
Legolas knew he would recover eventually with time. He would regain his sense of humor and love of life. But it would never be the same. Nothing would be the same. It would be hard not to just let himself go and sink into the dangerous territory of darkness. He knew of elves that had done that, just disappeared into their own little world. Forget about all their pain and suffering. Most regarded them as insane-Legolas thought of it as pure bliss. Of course he had his reputation to uphold. Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood. How he hated that title right now. It meant a life filled with uncertainty. Well, he knew one thing was for certain.
Closing his eyes, he placed his hand over his heart and muttered, "By the Valar, I swear it, I shall never love again. It has caused me naught but pain. There is no one else I can allow to share my heart."
He stayed true to his word.
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Never Love Again
Scarlett Arrow
Legolas sank to the ground, cursing the Valar, eyes wet with tears that would never fall. Looking up he whispered into the cool night, "How can this be? She was so young, so full of energy and happiness! It is all my fault; I should have never allowed her to come visit me in Mirkwood! I know of its dangers, and she was unprepared. How foolish am I?"
His anger bubbled and his cheeks turned pink with frustration. In blind rage he yanked out his bow and began shooting arrows into the night, not caring where they landed. As he began to cool down, he immediately regretted his actions. As a young elf, one of the first things he had learned was to respect nature, cherish its beauty and be thankful for it. He sprang forward into the inky darkness using his keen elf eyes to search for the arrows he had just shot. Luckily, a large cluster of them seemed to have been lodged into the same tree. Placing his hand on the tree trunk, he muttered a quick apology and gently slid each arrow out of the tough bark and dropped them onto the ground. Sighing, he sank down at the base of the tree next to the arrows and looked up through the leafy canopy to the sky dotted with stars. But looking at the stars only brought back old memories. Memories of when they were still together.
No, he mustn't think about that now. He couldn't think about that now. Was there no escaping the pain? Legolas had tasted the sweetness of love and watched it go sour. How things changed so quickly in life! Yet, he had to live with the fact that he had caused these horrible events.
Legolas knew he would recover eventually with time. He would regain his sense of humor and love of life. But it would never be the same. Nothing would be the same. It would be hard not to just let himself go and sink into the dangerous territory of darkness. He knew of elves that had done that, just disappeared into their own little world. Forget about all their pain and suffering. Most regarded them as insane-Legolas thought of it as pure bliss. Of course he had his reputation to uphold. Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood. How he hated that title right now. It meant a life filled with uncertainty. Well, he knew one thing was for certain.
Closing his eyes, he placed his hand over his heart and muttered, "By the Valar, I swear it, I shall never love again. It has caused me naught but pain. There is no one else I can allow to share my heart."
He stayed true to his word.