A/N: I may be down but I am certainly far from out! And God damn it, I'm
gonna finish this friggin story no matter what. Some words to the wise:
just because my writing style is different does not mean that it is wrong.
Has it ever occurred to anyone that I write this way intentionally? Yeah,
so get over it. Thought No. 2: from now on, don't friggin read my story if
u don't friggin like it! NOBODY HAS THE RIGHT TO RUIN MY FUN- GOT IT?
NOBODY. Get over that too. I'm writing this for pleasure not for anything
else. If one day I decide to approach it more seriously, of course I'll
have to change things around considerably. What the hell do you take me
for? Anyway, my point is: nobody is making anybody read this story. So sod
off if u don't like it. You have constructive criticism? Happy to hear it!
You got sh#t you wanna pass off as 'constructive'? Well you can just KISS
MY BOOTYLICIOUS BUTT!
Here is chapter 25 to all my precious readers. I'm glad you guys paid attention to the words of the last sentence. Of course Feanora died- Dileriyen got her memory back. But who the hell said Dileriyen died? Certainly not me:)
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The pain had been too much for her. She had struggled to stay awake but her eyes seemed heavy and she gave in to their weight. She was unconscious, almost dead yet hanging on by a single thread that would not let her slip away. Not yet.
Renil, having witnessed this horrific scene, ran up to them immediately. There was no time to lose, that arrow had to be taken out before she lost more blood but tearing Legolas away from her would prove to be a difficult task, even with the aid of the Dwarf.
"Highness, my house is not far from here, if we hurry, we still have a chance to save her."
It was at that moment that Legolas realized he was doing more harm than good. She was alive but losing blood rapidly; she needed immediate assistance.
"Who are you and where is your house located?"
"I am Renil, your Majesty. My wife and I have aided the Lady these many days. I live in Bordertown; we are now on its borders. The house is not far. Do you wish for me to carry her?"
"No! ...no, thank you but that will not be necessary Renil." He said, holding the seemingly lifeless figure defensively in his arms. "Lead the way- quickly!"
They practically ran all the way, Renil in front, Legolas in the middle and Gimli huffing and puffing in the back, not sure what to make of this whole situation. It may have gone past Legolas' notice but Gimli had certainly not been deaf to Renil's words: 'my wife and I have aided the Lady these many days.' They had believed Dileriyen to be dead for months; just how long had she been with these people? What in the world was going on? Something was not right. He was beginning to lose his patience and being in the middle of all these Elves was definitely not helping.
Renil burst through the door; the rest of the company in tow and Galadya practically fainted at the sight of Dileriyen with an arrow coming out of her frail, lifeless form, not to mention the Dwarf that had entered her house. But time was as precious as mithril at that moment and she bid them lay Dileriyen on the bed without any question. She then got some hot water, towels, herbs and medicine of her own concoction and ordered them out of the room. At first Legolas simply refused to leave but he could no longer fight back as Renil and Gimli tore him away. They tried to calm him down by telling him that he could see her as soon as Galadya had tended to her. What more could he do but agree to sit silently and wait?
The gruesome details of the extraction of the arrow will not be mentioned here. Let us just say that had Dileriyen been conscious, surely the pain would have put her in a swoon all over again. She had lost a lot of blood and her face was deadly pale but the important thing was that she was alive. She was alive.
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As the three sat together saddened and confused, Gimli finally dared to break the silence.
"Just how long has the Lady been residing with you, you say?"
This question somewhat startled Renil. He had never spoken to a Dwarf before and was not quite sure how to address him. Of course, the answer to his question would be an even more difficult matter to deal with. Legolas looked up at him. Now was the time to have questions answered and by the Valar, he wanted to know what was going on- and fast.
"Yes Renil by all means, explain this matter to me before I begin to lose what is left of my sanity. I was told that my Lady was taken by spiders and was never found. I have been mourning her loss ever since and have been dancing dangerously on the verge of death myself, when lo and behold, I stumble upon her crying in the forest! And now you tell me that she has been here, alive and well all this time? Is this some kind of sick joke? Speak!"
He was very angry now. After all that had passed: their fight before his departure, his whole world turned upside down in mere days, the false rumors, the cruel letters sent back and forth and then her supposed death, this was really the last straw. Renil was having difficulty trying to figure out where to begin his tale but Legolas interrupted his train of thought once more.
"And do not forget to mention my father's role in this mess for surely he cannot be ignorant to all that is happening!"
"Milord, Valar help me for I do not know where to begin to explain all that has occurred... It was many days ago that I came upon the Lady, blooded, bruised and altogether in a frightful state. I caught her as she collapsed into my arms. My wife Galadya tended to her and she soon regained her health. We assumed that, considering the state she was in when I found her, she had escaped the spiders' keeping. We had all heard the tragic news of her capture. Yet, there she was, before my very eyes, though it took me a few days to recognize her. A strange thing, though, having awoken, she claimed to not know who she was. We did not know what to make of this and even until know we believed it to be the Lady's way of showing us that she wished to remain anonymous. Word travels fast as you know, Milord and so it was with the announcement of the Lady's engagement to Prince Elrohir, a bitter incident in itself -"
Legolas thought it fitting to cut in. "I'll have you know that no such engagement took place Renil. Do not ever speak of such an absurdity in my presence again. That is -my- wife who lays in that bed as we speak; hurry your story along for she awaits me."
"Forgive me Milord for I did not know..."
"Continue please."
"Certainly. Well...ah...we assumed that the Lady wished to deny her identity, at least for the present and there was nothing we could do. We kept our loyalties with her and spoke to no one of her existence, not even to your father milord. We wished for nothing more than to have the approval and respect of our Lady for doing the right thing in her time of need."
"Is that all?"
"Yes, Highness."
"I do not know what to say to you Renil. Your loyalties are honorable yet you have done a terrible deed in keeping this secret. It is impossible for you to understand all that I have been through and all that my poor father may yet be going through because of this. If only I had known... All I have to say is that I will be far from pleased with the Lady if I find that this was just her devious way of escaping her problems. But that is not likely. I will wait to hear the rest from her." He sighed. "Thank you for your honesty and for aiding her through these hard times. Only one thing matters now- she is alive."
It was at this moment that Galadya entered the room and Legolas started off towards her room. This time, no one dared to stop him.
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He closed the door behind him and stood still for a few moments. Her face, so beautiful and peaceful...and her poor shoulder and chest, bandaged and ugly, at least to Legolas' eyes. He could not bare to look at the damage he had inflicted. He might as well have shot himself for it would have hurt much less.
Such a long time it had been since he last looked upon her face. So many times he thought he never would again. She had not changed; she remained the same Dileriyen and for that he was grateful. He walked up to the bed and crept in next to her, resting his head ever so slightly on her right shoulder. She was a bit cold at first touch but the steady beating of her heart he could hear and thanking the Almighty One just didn't seem enough to measure his gratitude.
Her eyes remained closed but he could feel her calling out to him and it made his heart melt. This was happiness; this was the way it was meant to be. He kissed her lightly on her lips and traced his fingers slowly across her cheek. He then began to mumble the melody of a song of old, keeping it low for she needed rest. He had all the time in the world to wait for her to awaken. But the sound of his voice soothed even the very depths of her battered soul and she tried in vain to get herself to move, make some sign to let him know that she listening. All that she could muster was a very faint groan, which he mistook for annoyance and decided to leave and let her sleep in peace. She always did enjoy her sleep. Yet as she felt him lift himself from the bed one whisper escaped her lips:
"Stay..."
He snapped his head back around to her. That was all he needed to hear as he lay back down and moved in closer. He cuddled next to her body and resumed his singing.
*It would be sweet pleasure to die right here and now...blissfully. * he thought to himself as he closed his eyes and after many a sleepless night, drifted off into peace.
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A/N: Next chapter will be long- I promise! What will happen when Dil wakes up? And of course, let's not forget Thranduil, people.
Here is chapter 25 to all my precious readers. I'm glad you guys paid attention to the words of the last sentence. Of course Feanora died- Dileriyen got her memory back. But who the hell said Dileriyen died? Certainly not me:)
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The pain had been too much for her. She had struggled to stay awake but her eyes seemed heavy and she gave in to their weight. She was unconscious, almost dead yet hanging on by a single thread that would not let her slip away. Not yet.
Renil, having witnessed this horrific scene, ran up to them immediately. There was no time to lose, that arrow had to be taken out before she lost more blood but tearing Legolas away from her would prove to be a difficult task, even with the aid of the Dwarf.
"Highness, my house is not far from here, if we hurry, we still have a chance to save her."
It was at that moment that Legolas realized he was doing more harm than good. She was alive but losing blood rapidly; she needed immediate assistance.
"Who are you and where is your house located?"
"I am Renil, your Majesty. My wife and I have aided the Lady these many days. I live in Bordertown; we are now on its borders. The house is not far. Do you wish for me to carry her?"
"No! ...no, thank you but that will not be necessary Renil." He said, holding the seemingly lifeless figure defensively in his arms. "Lead the way- quickly!"
They practically ran all the way, Renil in front, Legolas in the middle and Gimli huffing and puffing in the back, not sure what to make of this whole situation. It may have gone past Legolas' notice but Gimli had certainly not been deaf to Renil's words: 'my wife and I have aided the Lady these many days.' They had believed Dileriyen to be dead for months; just how long had she been with these people? What in the world was going on? Something was not right. He was beginning to lose his patience and being in the middle of all these Elves was definitely not helping.
Renil burst through the door; the rest of the company in tow and Galadya practically fainted at the sight of Dileriyen with an arrow coming out of her frail, lifeless form, not to mention the Dwarf that had entered her house. But time was as precious as mithril at that moment and she bid them lay Dileriyen on the bed without any question. She then got some hot water, towels, herbs and medicine of her own concoction and ordered them out of the room. At first Legolas simply refused to leave but he could no longer fight back as Renil and Gimli tore him away. They tried to calm him down by telling him that he could see her as soon as Galadya had tended to her. What more could he do but agree to sit silently and wait?
The gruesome details of the extraction of the arrow will not be mentioned here. Let us just say that had Dileriyen been conscious, surely the pain would have put her in a swoon all over again. She had lost a lot of blood and her face was deadly pale but the important thing was that she was alive. She was alive.
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As the three sat together saddened and confused, Gimli finally dared to break the silence.
"Just how long has the Lady been residing with you, you say?"
This question somewhat startled Renil. He had never spoken to a Dwarf before and was not quite sure how to address him. Of course, the answer to his question would be an even more difficult matter to deal with. Legolas looked up at him. Now was the time to have questions answered and by the Valar, he wanted to know what was going on- and fast.
"Yes Renil by all means, explain this matter to me before I begin to lose what is left of my sanity. I was told that my Lady was taken by spiders and was never found. I have been mourning her loss ever since and have been dancing dangerously on the verge of death myself, when lo and behold, I stumble upon her crying in the forest! And now you tell me that she has been here, alive and well all this time? Is this some kind of sick joke? Speak!"
He was very angry now. After all that had passed: their fight before his departure, his whole world turned upside down in mere days, the false rumors, the cruel letters sent back and forth and then her supposed death, this was really the last straw. Renil was having difficulty trying to figure out where to begin his tale but Legolas interrupted his train of thought once more.
"And do not forget to mention my father's role in this mess for surely he cannot be ignorant to all that is happening!"
"Milord, Valar help me for I do not know where to begin to explain all that has occurred... It was many days ago that I came upon the Lady, blooded, bruised and altogether in a frightful state. I caught her as she collapsed into my arms. My wife Galadya tended to her and she soon regained her health. We assumed that, considering the state she was in when I found her, she had escaped the spiders' keeping. We had all heard the tragic news of her capture. Yet, there she was, before my very eyes, though it took me a few days to recognize her. A strange thing, though, having awoken, she claimed to not know who she was. We did not know what to make of this and even until know we believed it to be the Lady's way of showing us that she wished to remain anonymous. Word travels fast as you know, Milord and so it was with the announcement of the Lady's engagement to Prince Elrohir, a bitter incident in itself -"
Legolas thought it fitting to cut in. "I'll have you know that no such engagement took place Renil. Do not ever speak of such an absurdity in my presence again. That is -my- wife who lays in that bed as we speak; hurry your story along for she awaits me."
"Forgive me Milord for I did not know..."
"Continue please."
"Certainly. Well...ah...we assumed that the Lady wished to deny her identity, at least for the present and there was nothing we could do. We kept our loyalties with her and spoke to no one of her existence, not even to your father milord. We wished for nothing more than to have the approval and respect of our Lady for doing the right thing in her time of need."
"Is that all?"
"Yes, Highness."
"I do not know what to say to you Renil. Your loyalties are honorable yet you have done a terrible deed in keeping this secret. It is impossible for you to understand all that I have been through and all that my poor father may yet be going through because of this. If only I had known... All I have to say is that I will be far from pleased with the Lady if I find that this was just her devious way of escaping her problems. But that is not likely. I will wait to hear the rest from her." He sighed. "Thank you for your honesty and for aiding her through these hard times. Only one thing matters now- she is alive."
It was at this moment that Galadya entered the room and Legolas started off towards her room. This time, no one dared to stop him.
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He closed the door behind him and stood still for a few moments. Her face, so beautiful and peaceful...and her poor shoulder and chest, bandaged and ugly, at least to Legolas' eyes. He could not bare to look at the damage he had inflicted. He might as well have shot himself for it would have hurt much less.
Such a long time it had been since he last looked upon her face. So many times he thought he never would again. She had not changed; she remained the same Dileriyen and for that he was grateful. He walked up to the bed and crept in next to her, resting his head ever so slightly on her right shoulder. She was a bit cold at first touch but the steady beating of her heart he could hear and thanking the Almighty One just didn't seem enough to measure his gratitude.
Her eyes remained closed but he could feel her calling out to him and it made his heart melt. This was happiness; this was the way it was meant to be. He kissed her lightly on her lips and traced his fingers slowly across her cheek. He then began to mumble the melody of a song of old, keeping it low for she needed rest. He had all the time in the world to wait for her to awaken. But the sound of his voice soothed even the very depths of her battered soul and she tried in vain to get herself to move, make some sign to let him know that she listening. All that she could muster was a very faint groan, which he mistook for annoyance and decided to leave and let her sleep in peace. She always did enjoy her sleep. Yet as she felt him lift himself from the bed one whisper escaped her lips:
"Stay..."
He snapped his head back around to her. That was all he needed to hear as he lay back down and moved in closer. He cuddled next to her body and resumed his singing.
*It would be sweet pleasure to die right here and now...blissfully. * he thought to himself as he closed his eyes and after many a sleepless night, drifted off into peace.
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A/N: Next chapter will be long- I promise! What will happen when Dil wakes up? And of course, let's not forget Thranduil, people.
