AUTHOR'S NOTE: Like my Cliff hanger? It's strange, I always think of the
LAST line before I write anything. You all must hate me, so here it is.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing, except for three pairs of underwear.
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Legolas wandered the halls of Mandos aimlessly. He didn't feel his pain, nor the pain that he was causing. He wondered though the corridors, until he was particualrly drawn to one. As he entered the room, there was a piercing light, and the elf covered his eyes.
"Legolas."
The elf brought his head up, then imidiatly sank to his knees and bowed his head. "Ilúvatar."
"Stand, my good elf," Legolas stood before the great goddess, the one who had created all of Arda. "Tell me, why are you here?" She asked.
"I- I died," he answered dumbly. Ilúvatar motioned for him to continue. "I was stabbed, I think. Gimli, the dwarf, tried to protect me..."
"And why did you not accept his kind offer?"
"I- Who has ever heard of a Dwarf protecting an Elf?" Legolas said.
"But he is your friend, is he not?" The goddess asked. Legolas nodded in defeat. "I will grant you this one offer, if you want, I will return you back to Arda (aka Middle-Earth)," Legolas' head snapped upwards. Ilúvatar smiled, and the Elf felt his heart lighten, "your task is not yet done, my friend. You have still to learn a lot about elven pride. But the next time you fall, if you fall, you will remain here, forever."
"Thank you!" Legolas could not find words to express his gratitude, but the goddess seemed to understand his feelings. "Ilúvatar?"
"Yes Legolas?"
"I need to go to the bathroom."
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"Are you sure he's dead?" Gimli asked in dispair. Aragorn nodded. "Are you sure?"
"Master Dwarf! I am sure he is dead," Aragorn said, his voice choked with anguish, "but we cannot leave his body here, we did not do that to Boromir, and we shall not do it to Legolas."
"The falls of Rauros are far from here," Gimli answered, "and we do not have a boat."
"No, he would want to be near the trees," Aragorn said. He held the limp, lifeless body in his arms, and walked towards Fangorn yet again. The trees seemed to sigh at their passing, seeing an elf, dead, in a man's arms. Elves had a connection with nature, and the loss of one deeply grieved them.
"Please, take care of him, and let no ill befall his body," Aragorn whispered to the trees. He received no answer, but was content at their swaying branches. He lay the Elf down at the base of a rather large tree, and placed his bow and quiver at his side. Gimli watched in silence.
"Mellon nin," the ranger whispered, 'Namárië," he said, but did not look back, Legolas would not have wanted him to.
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Do you consiter that a cliffie? Oh, and I would like to thank Cassia for the correct spelling of Namárië. It means goodbye in elvish.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing, except for three pairs of underwear.
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Legolas wandered the halls of Mandos aimlessly. He didn't feel his pain, nor the pain that he was causing. He wondered though the corridors, until he was particualrly drawn to one. As he entered the room, there was a piercing light, and the elf covered his eyes.
"Legolas."
The elf brought his head up, then imidiatly sank to his knees and bowed his head. "Ilúvatar."
"Stand, my good elf," Legolas stood before the great goddess, the one who had created all of Arda. "Tell me, why are you here?" She asked.
"I- I died," he answered dumbly. Ilúvatar motioned for him to continue. "I was stabbed, I think. Gimli, the dwarf, tried to protect me..."
"And why did you not accept his kind offer?"
"I- Who has ever heard of a Dwarf protecting an Elf?" Legolas said.
"But he is your friend, is he not?" The goddess asked. Legolas nodded in defeat. "I will grant you this one offer, if you want, I will return you back to Arda (aka Middle-Earth)," Legolas' head snapped upwards. Ilúvatar smiled, and the Elf felt his heart lighten, "your task is not yet done, my friend. You have still to learn a lot about elven pride. But the next time you fall, if you fall, you will remain here, forever."
"Thank you!" Legolas could not find words to express his gratitude, but the goddess seemed to understand his feelings. "Ilúvatar?"
"Yes Legolas?"
"I need to go to the bathroom."
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"Are you sure he's dead?" Gimli asked in dispair. Aragorn nodded. "Are you sure?"
"Master Dwarf! I am sure he is dead," Aragorn said, his voice choked with anguish, "but we cannot leave his body here, we did not do that to Boromir, and we shall not do it to Legolas."
"The falls of Rauros are far from here," Gimli answered, "and we do not have a boat."
"No, he would want to be near the trees," Aragorn said. He held the limp, lifeless body in his arms, and walked towards Fangorn yet again. The trees seemed to sigh at their passing, seeing an elf, dead, in a man's arms. Elves had a connection with nature, and the loss of one deeply grieved them.
"Please, take care of him, and let no ill befall his body," Aragorn whispered to the trees. He received no answer, but was content at their swaying branches. He lay the Elf down at the base of a rather large tree, and placed his bow and quiver at his side. Gimli watched in silence.
"Mellon nin," the ranger whispered, 'Namárië," he said, but did not look back, Legolas would not have wanted him to.
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Do you consiter that a cliffie? Oh, and I would like to thank Cassia for the correct spelling of Namárië. It means goodbye in elvish.
