Immortality
Warning: Ok, before you read this story I have to warn you. Legolas will die before the end. I'm sorry. I am a great Legolas lover as you can all guess by the name and as much as I hated to kill him I had to write this story. So don't say I didn't warn you.
Note: Ok, I know this is a very morbid depressing story but it was just a thought that came into my head one night whilst I was lying in bed. That's where a lot of my ideas strike. I used Legolas in this story because everyone knows who he is and people can relate to him. I do not mean to suggest that Legolas would actually be thinking or doing what I imply in my story and I am sorry if I offend anybody. Hope you like it and don't flame me for using Legolas pleeeaaase. I would also like to add that I am not feeling depressed or suicidal. Many people who have read this story already have said that I sound depressed but I am not. Anyway...
Disclaimer: I do not own The Lord of the Rings or any of its characters.
Summary: Elves are immortal, but being alive forever can be a very long time when you have experienced everything Legolas has. What happens when an elf begins to get fed up of life? They cannot look forward to death to free them from their pain. When you are unhappy, forever can be a long time!
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The tall slender elf was lay, gazing at the beautiful canopy of the bed. He had been lying there for some time. His cheeks were damp with tears and his eyes painfully sad. By his side lay an untouched glass of water and a small meal which Aragorn had brought for him earlier. It was now cold.
Legolas' head was a swirl of unanswered questions. One of his closest friends had been killed only a few days before due to a swarm of Orcs attacking the borders of Rivendell. Legolas had felt guilty and confused when he had heard. He should have been there with him. He should have defended him, or at least been by his side in his last few minutes. He hadn't even had the chance to say Goodbye. Legolas felt guilty.
The Prince was beginning to get annoyed. Why was it that after years of living in this world, he was still not hardened to its cruelness. For almost ten decades he had watched the world go by. Watched the pain and suffering. The death and the war. The hatred and the anguish that each living thing had or felt as some point in their life. He had watched all of this destroy the world around him and there was nothing that he could do to stop it.
Legolas was fed up. For years he had watched the people he cared about come and go. Elves were immortal. They were supposed to be elegant beings that lived beautiful happy lives forever. But in this world that wasn't the case. How could they do that with so much evil surrounding them?
He wanted to escape. He couldn't sit by and watch this any longer. Forever could be a long time when you didn't want be there. Legolas wanted some control over his life again. He didn't want to wake up and feel sad anymore. He longed for that young feel you had when you were a child. Waking up and looking forward to the day ahead just because you enjoyed the world around you. He knew this would never happen so he had to find a way to escape. He had to get out and gain some control.
Legolas stood up and walked to the corner of the room. On the wall hung a large rectangular mirror, surrounded by a beautiful golden elvish frame. Legolas looked at himself in the reflective glass. His long blonde hair hung limp and dry, his blue eyes were dull. For what seemed like hours Legolas stood perfectly still staring at his reflection. At last he stirred.
He walked to where his arrows lay beside his bed and drew one of his knives from its pocket. Slowly he walked back to the mirror examining the silver blade. His turned it over in his hands watching his reflection become distorted on its shiny surface.
When he reached the mirror he sat down leaning against the wall but so that he could still be seen in the mirror. His mind was a blur. He didn't know what he was doing but he felt different: felt safe and in control. Slowly he drew up the sleeve of his top and looked at the bare flesh on his arm. He picked up his dagger and held it to the naked flesh.
Ok, kind of depressing I know and I really don't know where this idea came from but please review anyway. And be nice. Luv LegyLuva xxx
