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A Friend of Mine no More
"You had been chosen to make a difference. Do you love Middle earth? If yes then prove it! Start with your assignment today, be not delayed. Men should left the Middle earth. Only Elves can preserve the Middle earth. Do whatever you need to do."
After the Elf recollected his strengths he left the room and with determinate steps he was following the path that was destined for him before the time.
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Back in Mirkwood the Elf was standing by the window and watched full moon over the dark sky. Their sky. Tonight Elvish lords held a meeting that was called by Legolas. After he returned from Minas Tirith he gathered lords and spoke to them in firm, convinced almost passionate voice.
"Arda was first given to us. We were bleeding for the Middle earth many times. We are to take care of Middle earth. It is rightfully ours. We do not claim it because of greed that blooms in our hearts like it does in the hearts of Men. We claim Middle earth in order to preserve it."
His father, great king Thranduil, didn't look happy when he heard his son's words. "My dear son if Valars invite us to undying lands I cannot refuse them," he said in calm voice. King knew from the first day that his son loved this place, but Legolas used to be gentle and loyal son that had always obeyed his father. In spite of being a great warrior Legolas never rebelled against his father. Until now. Something had happened to his son.
"What about Estel, my friend. He is like a son to me and there is no trace of greed in his heart. You know him as a brother yourself. He is rightful king of this land." Elrod rose and his look pierced through Legolas sapphire eyes.
"I love Aragorn like a brother. He is my best friend. But his people will destroy the Middle earth sooner or latter, if we leave Arda," Legolas answered solemnly.
"I shall visit him in Gondor and shall ask him to keep his people in Gondor, because we shall obtain Middle earth at any costs. And I do bitterly realize that he shall say no. I am much afraid that we can no longer be friends. He is the chosen one of Men and I am chose one of Elves. The thing that we are like brothers is mere and sad coincidence."
"I am asking you to stay here and to fight again for the Middle earth if it would be needed. I know that path to the undying lands is wider and more comfortable. Go if you choose so. I shall stay no matter what, I can fight alone, this is my path and I am to follow it. It is up to you, my lords." After Legolas had finished his speech he sat down and was quiet. Only his eyes were darkened with firm belief.
"Prince of Mirkwood revealed our hidden thoughts, we didn't have enough courage to admit that to ourselves. But he has spoken the truth," a proud looking Elf rose. He looked at the gathered lords.
"Me and the majority of my people shall stay here with him. We had only heard about the undying lands and we love these woods and rivers. If we had to go to war again - we shall go without hesitation if prince shall command."
"You fools! You are no better than Men! Had you not learned anything from Fëanor and his mistakes? We belong to the undying lands with Valars!" king Thranduil cried in anger.
"And you my beloved son, what has happened to you?" king's features expressed concern for grave Legolas.
"Father I had chosen to use my free will and to fulfill my duty as one of the Firstborns. I do love and respect you but this is my destiny. I wasn't looking for it but it had found me and I shall not resist. You should go and be happy there until we meet." Lifting his gaze back to his father's eyes Legolas was serious and still.
King and Elrond looked struck with sadness as they left the council.
Legolas tensed - there was no way back. Lords had left him alone and went to their people to tell them about the new plan. Legolas closed his eyes in great pain that was tearing his heart apart. It hurt so much that it had to be the right thing to stav and confront Men. Right deeds are always accompanied with pain and suffering. He had just lost his family and his friends. Now he could understand Vesper's pain. Although his kin shall live happily ever after in the land of Valars while Vesper's beloved ones were slain or died in great suffering. Legolas still felt dull pain.
He was to ride to Minas Tirith next day and to probably lose his best friend and maybe start a war among Elves and Men. What a day to live, he leaned his head on the wooden wall and closed his eyes. He stayed there for a couple of minutes while he said goodbye to the life he once had. Then his eyes snapped open in harsh realization and he was calm. "So be it!" Legolas whispered to the silver moon.
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Aragorn was happy to see his fair friend once more before departure to undying lands. Aragorn knew that he will miss his best friend more than he allowed himself to admit. He couldn't understand why his return must mean the end for the Elves that lived in the Middle earth for ages. Legolas bowed and Aragorn approached him. He laid his hand on Elf's arm and embraced him as Legolas rose.
"Welcome my friend! It is so good to see you again!"
Legolas looked into his friend's eyes but he didn't smile as he used to. His fair face remained serious and blank.
"I thank you for your warm reception, my lord, but I am afraid that I bring you no joy in mine words," the Elf answered Aragorn.
Aragorn's face mirrored the whole scope of his emotions - from happiness to surprise and concern. "Has Shadow returned to Mirkwood?" he asked with dry voice.
"It is not the Shadow, my lord. I am bringing you the news that we Elves decided not to leave Arda that was rightfully given to us, the Firstborns.
Sauron gained his evil power due to the Men's greed and lust for ultimate power. Men as long as they live here represent peril to Middle earth. You shall mutilate Arda and finally destroy it." Aragorn was speechless. He couldn't believe that these words came from his best friend that fought with Men by his side.
"So there is no justice in this thing - we are to leave but you are to stay. It will not do. Our lords had decided to stay and we are to ask for your word of honor that you shall keep your Men in Gondor and on islands. No Man shall be allowed to enter woods that belong to us. Violations shall be punished." Legolas stopped talking and waited for Aragorn's response.
Aragorn frowned. "Are you mad, my friend? Do you know what you demand from me? I cannot forbid my people to go into the woods or command them to stay within those city walls for ever! Where did you get such idea?"
"So you deny our wish?" Legolas asked with his calm, melodic voice.
"Of course I deny it!" Aragorn answered more sharply than he wanted to. But he was for the first time in his life mad at Legolas. He was ashamed of his sudden wish to hit the Elf with his fist and bring him down to the stone floor. And to shake Legolas until he would get his common sense back.
"So shall be war until Men leave the Middle earth and settle on the islands," Legolas declared with sad but determined look. "And this is, I am much afraid, the end of our friendship. You have been a great friend but now we must follow our own paths to glory or to doom. Next time we meet we shall be foes, king of Gondor. Farwell." Legolas bowed again and left the great hall without turning around. He mounted his horse and rode away.
Aragorn stood there in front of the throne of Gondor for endless moment in deep silence. He didn't know what happened to the Elf he loved as a brother but from now on Aragorn had to look after his people. "Guards!" he raised his cracked voice and the great doors opened.
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As Legolas rode back to Mirkwood he found out that he was near the borders of Mordor. The air was still stiff and heavy but his horse took him forward, they stopped at the ruins of ill-famed Barad-Dûr. He had been a prisoner here not so long ago, Legolas recalled the doomed day. The scar on his chest started to sting. No one knew about this omen that reminded him all the time of that day in the Sauron's dungeon.
/******/Legolas felt rough rope around his bleeding wrists again. And the cold stone wall was rubbing his bruised back. Sauron's valet was standing near him with that sharp, oddly shaped razor like knife. He leaned his head and Legolas could see in the twilight how attentive man looked while engraving tokens in the Elf's chest. He was cutting Legolas with painfully slow motions. Silver blade was slicing Elf's pale skin as butter and thin streams of blood colored the strange shaped cuts in dark red. Stinging was growing into insupportable heat threatening to burn his core and flames to devour his entire body. Legolas thought that his head will explode, he felt so feverish. Sauron radiated joy and he was almost purring of satisfaction because Legolas couldn't restrain all of his moans. The heat from the bleeding cuts hit him with much worse suffer than any pain he had experienced in this torture chamber. It menaced to consume him all and it drove him at the very edge of sanity. And the feeling of cold metal meeting his warm flesh, when the steel sank in his soft skin and parted it with burning cuts.../*******/
Legolas noticed that he was lying in the dirt and his horse was carefully observing him with surprise in his friendly eyes. The Elf climbed on his feet, his clothes were soaked with his sweat and he felt dizzy. His vision was blurred and his wound felt raw. It seemed that this kind of wounds although small needed enormous amount of time to heal completely.
Legolas head was still heavy while he was walking around the dead place. Brown dust covered ruins, there was not even a hint of anything alive except the Elf and his horse. Suddenly Legolas saw something glimmering in scanty light. With caution he stepped closer and closer to the shining thing half buried in the dirt. It seemed to the Elf that it was a small, dark and flat object. Legolas held his breath - should he touch something that was once in possession of the Dark Lord?
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so now legolas broke his friendship with aragorn (sniff sniff), and I guess he is on the path that leads to the dark side (or not?)
*flashback (about torture) is written between slashes and little stars - /***/
A Friend of Mine no More
"You had been chosen to make a difference. Do you love Middle earth? If yes then prove it! Start with your assignment today, be not delayed. Men should left the Middle earth. Only Elves can preserve the Middle earth. Do whatever you need to do."
After the Elf recollected his strengths he left the room and with determinate steps he was following the path that was destined for him before the time.
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Back in Mirkwood the Elf was standing by the window and watched full moon over the dark sky. Their sky. Tonight Elvish lords held a meeting that was called by Legolas. After he returned from Minas Tirith he gathered lords and spoke to them in firm, convinced almost passionate voice.
"Arda was first given to us. We were bleeding for the Middle earth many times. We are to take care of Middle earth. It is rightfully ours. We do not claim it because of greed that blooms in our hearts like it does in the hearts of Men. We claim Middle earth in order to preserve it."
His father, great king Thranduil, didn't look happy when he heard his son's words. "My dear son if Valars invite us to undying lands I cannot refuse them," he said in calm voice. King knew from the first day that his son loved this place, but Legolas used to be gentle and loyal son that had always obeyed his father. In spite of being a great warrior Legolas never rebelled against his father. Until now. Something had happened to his son.
"What about Estel, my friend. He is like a son to me and there is no trace of greed in his heart. You know him as a brother yourself. He is rightful king of this land." Elrod rose and his look pierced through Legolas sapphire eyes.
"I love Aragorn like a brother. He is my best friend. But his people will destroy the Middle earth sooner or latter, if we leave Arda," Legolas answered solemnly.
"I shall visit him in Gondor and shall ask him to keep his people in Gondor, because we shall obtain Middle earth at any costs. And I do bitterly realize that he shall say no. I am much afraid that we can no longer be friends. He is the chosen one of Men and I am chose one of Elves. The thing that we are like brothers is mere and sad coincidence."
"I am asking you to stay here and to fight again for the Middle earth if it would be needed. I know that path to the undying lands is wider and more comfortable. Go if you choose so. I shall stay no matter what, I can fight alone, this is my path and I am to follow it. It is up to you, my lords." After Legolas had finished his speech he sat down and was quiet. Only his eyes were darkened with firm belief.
"Prince of Mirkwood revealed our hidden thoughts, we didn't have enough courage to admit that to ourselves. But he has spoken the truth," a proud looking Elf rose. He looked at the gathered lords.
"Me and the majority of my people shall stay here with him. We had only heard about the undying lands and we love these woods and rivers. If we had to go to war again - we shall go without hesitation if prince shall command."
"You fools! You are no better than Men! Had you not learned anything from Fëanor and his mistakes? We belong to the undying lands with Valars!" king Thranduil cried in anger.
"And you my beloved son, what has happened to you?" king's features expressed concern for grave Legolas.
"Father I had chosen to use my free will and to fulfill my duty as one of the Firstborns. I do love and respect you but this is my destiny. I wasn't looking for it but it had found me and I shall not resist. You should go and be happy there until we meet." Lifting his gaze back to his father's eyes Legolas was serious and still.
King and Elrond looked struck with sadness as they left the council.
Legolas tensed - there was no way back. Lords had left him alone and went to their people to tell them about the new plan. Legolas closed his eyes in great pain that was tearing his heart apart. It hurt so much that it had to be the right thing to stav and confront Men. Right deeds are always accompanied with pain and suffering. He had just lost his family and his friends. Now he could understand Vesper's pain. Although his kin shall live happily ever after in the land of Valars while Vesper's beloved ones were slain or died in great suffering. Legolas still felt dull pain.
He was to ride to Minas Tirith next day and to probably lose his best friend and maybe start a war among Elves and Men. What a day to live, he leaned his head on the wooden wall and closed his eyes. He stayed there for a couple of minutes while he said goodbye to the life he once had. Then his eyes snapped open in harsh realization and he was calm. "So be it!" Legolas whispered to the silver moon.
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Aragorn was happy to see his fair friend once more before departure to undying lands. Aragorn knew that he will miss his best friend more than he allowed himself to admit. He couldn't understand why his return must mean the end for the Elves that lived in the Middle earth for ages. Legolas bowed and Aragorn approached him. He laid his hand on Elf's arm and embraced him as Legolas rose.
"Welcome my friend! It is so good to see you again!"
Legolas looked into his friend's eyes but he didn't smile as he used to. His fair face remained serious and blank.
"I thank you for your warm reception, my lord, but I am afraid that I bring you no joy in mine words," the Elf answered Aragorn.
Aragorn's face mirrored the whole scope of his emotions - from happiness to surprise and concern. "Has Shadow returned to Mirkwood?" he asked with dry voice.
"It is not the Shadow, my lord. I am bringing you the news that we Elves decided not to leave Arda that was rightfully given to us, the Firstborns.
Sauron gained his evil power due to the Men's greed and lust for ultimate power. Men as long as they live here represent peril to Middle earth. You shall mutilate Arda and finally destroy it." Aragorn was speechless. He couldn't believe that these words came from his best friend that fought with Men by his side.
"So there is no justice in this thing - we are to leave but you are to stay. It will not do. Our lords had decided to stay and we are to ask for your word of honor that you shall keep your Men in Gondor and on islands. No Man shall be allowed to enter woods that belong to us. Violations shall be punished." Legolas stopped talking and waited for Aragorn's response.
Aragorn frowned. "Are you mad, my friend? Do you know what you demand from me? I cannot forbid my people to go into the woods or command them to stay within those city walls for ever! Where did you get such idea?"
"So you deny our wish?" Legolas asked with his calm, melodic voice.
"Of course I deny it!" Aragorn answered more sharply than he wanted to. But he was for the first time in his life mad at Legolas. He was ashamed of his sudden wish to hit the Elf with his fist and bring him down to the stone floor. And to shake Legolas until he would get his common sense back.
"So shall be war until Men leave the Middle earth and settle on the islands," Legolas declared with sad but determined look. "And this is, I am much afraid, the end of our friendship. You have been a great friend but now we must follow our own paths to glory or to doom. Next time we meet we shall be foes, king of Gondor. Farwell." Legolas bowed again and left the great hall without turning around. He mounted his horse and rode away.
Aragorn stood there in front of the throne of Gondor for endless moment in deep silence. He didn't know what happened to the Elf he loved as a brother but from now on Aragorn had to look after his people. "Guards!" he raised his cracked voice and the great doors opened.
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As Legolas rode back to Mirkwood he found out that he was near the borders of Mordor. The air was still stiff and heavy but his horse took him forward, they stopped at the ruins of ill-famed Barad-Dûr. He had been a prisoner here not so long ago, Legolas recalled the doomed day. The scar on his chest started to sting. No one knew about this omen that reminded him all the time of that day in the Sauron's dungeon.
/******/Legolas felt rough rope around his bleeding wrists again. And the cold stone wall was rubbing his bruised back. Sauron's valet was standing near him with that sharp, oddly shaped razor like knife. He leaned his head and Legolas could see in the twilight how attentive man looked while engraving tokens in the Elf's chest. He was cutting Legolas with painfully slow motions. Silver blade was slicing Elf's pale skin as butter and thin streams of blood colored the strange shaped cuts in dark red. Stinging was growing into insupportable heat threatening to burn his core and flames to devour his entire body. Legolas thought that his head will explode, he felt so feverish. Sauron radiated joy and he was almost purring of satisfaction because Legolas couldn't restrain all of his moans. The heat from the bleeding cuts hit him with much worse suffer than any pain he had experienced in this torture chamber. It menaced to consume him all and it drove him at the very edge of sanity. And the feeling of cold metal meeting his warm flesh, when the steel sank in his soft skin and parted it with burning cuts.../*******/
Legolas noticed that he was lying in the dirt and his horse was carefully observing him with surprise in his friendly eyes. The Elf climbed on his feet, his clothes were soaked with his sweat and he felt dizzy. His vision was blurred and his wound felt raw. It seemed that this kind of wounds although small needed enormous amount of time to heal completely.
Legolas head was still heavy while he was walking around the dead place. Brown dust covered ruins, there was not even a hint of anything alive except the Elf and his horse. Suddenly Legolas saw something glimmering in scanty light. With caution he stepped closer and closer to the shining thing half buried in the dirt. It seemed to the Elf that it was a small, dark and flat object. Legolas held his breath - should he touch something that was once in possession of the Dark Lord?
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so now legolas broke his friendship with aragorn (sniff sniff), and I guess he is on the path that leads to the dark side (or not?)
*flashback (about torture) is written between slashes and little stars - /***/