Legolas's Evenstar
Type : LOTR
Rating : Not rated yet ( I don't know how this will turn out as time goes on )
Summary : Ages have gone by and Legolas is alone with his kind. He wants more.
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(A day or two before leggy boy meets the dead one)
"Ada... why.... I don't understand." Elrohir said clutching his father's sleeve helplessly.

"I am doing the job Valar set out for me to do. He told me after I do this one thing I can lay down to rest." Elrond said looking sadly at his sons.

"No! Ada we don't want you to go! Please whatever it is Valar said for you to do! Do to it! Then you won't die!" Elladan said tears springing to his eyes.

"NO!" Elrond shouted then stopped to keep his temper. "Sons... there comes a time in an elf's life when they can go on. When waking up and life if just to much of a burden... Valar says that if I will do this I will go peacefully. That when I die the people who love me will be happy for me. That they will not follow me in grief."

Elladan and Elrohir began to cry to their father. "Hush my sons... it's just what has to be done." He said taking his sons into his arms.

He looked down and their brown heads in sadness, how long had it been since he had held them. Now he was going to leave them forever without enough warning.

He gave a great sigh and pushed them away, "Be strong for me boys. Promise me you'll be strong." He turned quickly and entered that horrid mortal's house, at least that how he thought her.

Elladan watched his father disappear into the house. "That's why he gave us the throne. He was preparing for the end."

Elrohir felt so cold, "It is that that mortal's fault."

Elladan frowned, "Don't go pointing fingers everyone is to blame. Me for letting Legolas take her. You for letting me stop you. Him for loving her. Her for being so shallow. Me for being desperate enough to ask for her help. My son for being so foolish... Elrohir I could go on forever... but let us not destroy ourselves over the wishes of the gods."

Elrohir sighed entering the house and waited for his father to exist from the main room. He tried not to listen he really did. Yet, with Elladan out of the room, he could not help himself.

"Lady Hewen... I have come to talk to you." Elrond's strong voice carried easily into the next room.

"What do you want Lord Elrond." Hewen's strained voice whimpered.

"I watched my daughter wear away in mere days for our kind. I will not watch my close friend Legolas die within the blink of an eye... yet..." There was a deafening pause.

"What my Lord?" Hewen asked faintly annoyed.

"Show him love. Do not let him worry for you. If he worries for you he will kill himself with stress and he will lose him's sense of person. Please... make sure he knows you love him. Promise me this! Please go to him! Protect him! Let him live as long as you have left in happiness!" Elrond pleaded.

Elrohir waited eagerly for her reply. "Of course my lord. Anything for Legolas."

Elrohir sensed something and dashed through the door as Lord Elrond fell back. "I have done what Valar told me. I can finally die in peace my boy."

Elrohir was choking attempted to say whatever he had not yet told his father that he felt he needed to know.

Lord Elrond smiled completely and wholly, "Watch over Legolas. Make sure he his happy and that she honors her word. I do not what him to be unhappy for even a moment longer! Please."

Elrohir held on hard to his father's limp body in shock. "He's gone! He's left! HE'S GONE!" Elrohir cried.

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There... Done... don't hurt me.

D-Chan