I'm here again for with the next chapter at last. I am very sorry that it took me so long but I have been very busy. This has only been a short story but I have enjoyed writing it, to a certain extent, and as this is the final chapter I am quite sad that it is over. I hope you all enjoyed reading it. Sorry for the very morbid storyline but it was one of those ideas that just wouldn't' go away.
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It was late one evening when Legolas came back from a short walk on the grounds. He hadn't been out of his room for days and thought it was time he went for some air. Whilst he was walking he did a lot of thinking. He thought about how out of control his life had become just when he thought he had control over it all. He thought about the evil and suffering there was in the world and how much he hated it. He also thought about life in general and how immortality wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Forever was a long time and that was all Legolas could think about. He didn't want to live forever. He didn't think he could.
Legolas arrived back at his room feeling better. He had everything sorted out in his head and had decided what he was going to do. He had been thinking about it for some time now but at last he had decided that there was no other choice. He had to do it and that was his final decision. He couldn't stand this any longer.
Legolas had been in this world for many years and he had learnt enough to make him hate being here. He had learnt that no matter how much you loved someone, there would still be a greater power that would eventually take them away from you. No matter how much you loved another you couldn't always help them. You had sit and watch knowing that you couldn't do anything to stop it. Legolas had learnt that eventually, all beauty must die.
Now that Legolas had everything planned out he felt happier. He knew what he was going to do and felt glad that he would no longer have to watch the cruelness of this world.
Legolas took a piece of paper and sat on the bed. He planned to write a very long letter to Aragorn saying how sorry he was, but he couldn't find the words. Eventually he wrote down two solitary words in elvish. He then took his knife from the its sheath and took his usual position in front of the mirror. He sat down and the paper fell to his side.
Legolas wasn't afraid or unsure. He knew what he had to do and he felt glad that he was able to do it. Death was the only thing that could free him from the torture of living and he wasn't scared of what was to come.
Legolas held the blade up to his wrist. He glimpsed the distorted reflection of his face as the light caught the blade. The red pattern from the ceiling shone bright behind him. He gripped the handle tightly and slowly, pressing it against his wrist, he drew it towards him. He watched the blood flow quickly over his hands. After a few seconds he took the knife in his blood covered hand and repeated the process on his other wrist. He let the knife fall to the floor.
The Prince sat with his back against the wall. He could see the blood flowing freely down his hands and onto the floor yet he couldn't feel the pain. He never realised how much blood it took to keep someone alive. There was small puddle on the floor yet it still kept coming. The cage it had been kept in was broken and it could now be set free.
It wasn't long before Legolas was beginning to feel very tired. His head fell backwards and rested on the wall. His hands dropped into his lap. The room was beginning to look blurred and the bed was swirling past him. His head was light yet he felt alive and well. He couldn't feel the pain.
Legolas' limp body slid into the corner. He could barely keep his eyes open but he had a small smile on his face.
The door of the room opened as his eyes blinked for the last time. Legolas took his last breath as Aragorn came into the room. But it was too late. Legolas had got what he wanted and there was nothing anyone could do now. Legolas was free.
Aragorn rushed to Legolas side and found the piece of paper lying next to him. He knew he was too late. He picked up the paper and read the two words which sat alone in the centre:
'I'm sorry'.
So, there it was, the final chapter. I hope you enjoyed reading it. Please tell me what you think in a review. I love to hear what you all thought. I am sorry that I had to do that Legolas but, as I said at the beginning, it was one of those ideas that wouldn't go away. Anyway, thanks to all who have reviewed so far. They do mean a lot to me.
As I final note I would like to add that I have also written a poem telling this story of, well, this story. I will be putting this up in a week or so. Hope you will come back to read that. Bye for now. Loadsa Luv LegyLuva xxx
