A/N: Thank you for the review. I do enjoy writing this story. Well, I'll
continue with the story right now instead of boring you with this author's
note.
Legolas looked around. He could see nothing but darkness. He shook as he felt a cold breeze rush over him. Looking around, he could hear someone walking from behind him. Turning around slowly, he saw those same blue eyes that he saw when Ping died. He stood up and backed away. He cringed as he heard the blue-eyes laugh.
"Tsk tsk. Poor Legolas. You may have gotten away last time. Just wait, I will get you." Said the blue-eyes evilly. She disappeared and reappeared in front of Legolas. Pulling out a knife, blue-eyes dug it into Legolas's side. Screaming out in pain, Legolas fell to the floor. Blue-eyes laughed and disappeared. Legolas started crying and held his side.
Thranduil paced back and forth on the other side of the room, away from the Healers. Elrond was working on his own son. Elrohir had just entered the room with Arwen on his hip and went over to Elrond.
"What happened, ada?" Elrohir worriedly asked.
"He was hit upside the head and fell unconscious I assume." Elrond answered, not looking up at his other son and only daughter. " Ada, is he going to die?" Arwen asked with tears forming at the side of her eyes. Elrond smiled and looked up at Arwen.
"No, Arwen. He is going to live. It's just a little bruise. It will heal in time." Elrond said and looked back down at his son.
All of a sudden, they heard a scream coming from where Legolas was. Thranduil ran over and stood at the head side of the bed.
Legolas's eyes were tightly shut and his brow was wrinkled in pain. A Healer handed Thranduil a bowl of cold water and a cloth. They wanted him to be of use, so they thought he could wipe his sons head with cold water, he was beginning to sweat.
A Healer noticed Legolas's side was starting to bleed. She wrinkled her brow in confusion and lifted his shirt. There was a fresh cut forming on his right side and it was bleeding fresh blood.
"What is it, Belil-Gaviel?" Thranduil worriedly asked.
"This cut. It was not here before. It just, appeared." Belil-Gaviel answered confused. Thranduil wrinkled his brow. The healers got to work on the wound.
"Legolas. What is happening to you?" Thranduil whispered to his unconscious son.
Legolas lay there curled up in a fetal position holding his right side. It burned, but somehow, it felt as if it was healing or being fixed up. Wrinkling his brow in confusion, he stood up. Looking around, he was now in a different place. It was sunny out and you could hear the birds chirping to the morning sun. A gust of morning wind brushed against Legolas's body. He breathed in the fresh air and smiled. 'Maybe everything will be ok. It was not real. Maybe my friend didn't die and neither did my teacher.' Legolas thought happily. He walked around in a cheerful mood and saw a stream. Smiling, he walked over to the small stream and sat on a small rock. He took off his shoes and stuck his feet in the cool water. He looked up at the just turning blue sky and sighed a sigh of relief. Looking back down at the water, he gasped. Instead of its normal clear blue color, it has turned into the color of blood. Legolas quickly got up and looked around frantically. The sunny morning turned into a stormy gray and it started raining very hard. The birds that were once chirping were not dead on the ground. Legolas started panicking and shut his eyes wishing he could get out of this dream.
"You killed them, Legolas. You are a murderer." Came a deep, mysterious voice. Legolas looked around slowly.
"W.who did.I kill?" Legolas stuttered. The person laughed evilly. It was that same evil laugh that he heard from his first dream/night mirror.
"Silly brat, you killed your friend and teacher. You could have protected them. But you just stood there, like a useless broken arrow. You could have saved Ping. All you had to do was wake up on time. Or you could have pushed him out of the way; you were standing right there. Foolish boy. And your teacher, you could have not lied to him. He wouldn't have gotten so mad. You could have not listened, like you normally do. You could have followed him and saved him from death. But no. You are a useless broken arrow. You serve no purpose on Middle-Earth. You might as well die." Said the mysterious voice. It became a cruel voice but yet, convincing. It laughed one more evil laugh and disappeared.
Legolas welled up in tears and fell to the ground crying. Punching the ground, he let the grief pierce into his heart. The scenery started disappearing and he felt like he was waking up, which he didn't want to.
A/N: I'm going to leave it off here. So, did you like? It's a little angst or whatever, but I felt like writing it. Well, I'm starting on the next chapter. I appreciate all of the cheering on and pushing me to keep writing. Well, tell me you want me to keep writing. Chow.
Legolas looked around. He could see nothing but darkness. He shook as he felt a cold breeze rush over him. Looking around, he could hear someone walking from behind him. Turning around slowly, he saw those same blue eyes that he saw when Ping died. He stood up and backed away. He cringed as he heard the blue-eyes laugh.
"Tsk tsk. Poor Legolas. You may have gotten away last time. Just wait, I will get you." Said the blue-eyes evilly. She disappeared and reappeared in front of Legolas. Pulling out a knife, blue-eyes dug it into Legolas's side. Screaming out in pain, Legolas fell to the floor. Blue-eyes laughed and disappeared. Legolas started crying and held his side.
Thranduil paced back and forth on the other side of the room, away from the Healers. Elrond was working on his own son. Elrohir had just entered the room with Arwen on his hip and went over to Elrond.
"What happened, ada?" Elrohir worriedly asked.
"He was hit upside the head and fell unconscious I assume." Elrond answered, not looking up at his other son and only daughter. " Ada, is he going to die?" Arwen asked with tears forming at the side of her eyes. Elrond smiled and looked up at Arwen.
"No, Arwen. He is going to live. It's just a little bruise. It will heal in time." Elrond said and looked back down at his son.
All of a sudden, they heard a scream coming from where Legolas was. Thranduil ran over and stood at the head side of the bed.
Legolas's eyes were tightly shut and his brow was wrinkled in pain. A Healer handed Thranduil a bowl of cold water and a cloth. They wanted him to be of use, so they thought he could wipe his sons head with cold water, he was beginning to sweat.
A Healer noticed Legolas's side was starting to bleed. She wrinkled her brow in confusion and lifted his shirt. There was a fresh cut forming on his right side and it was bleeding fresh blood.
"What is it, Belil-Gaviel?" Thranduil worriedly asked.
"This cut. It was not here before. It just, appeared." Belil-Gaviel answered confused. Thranduil wrinkled his brow. The healers got to work on the wound.
"Legolas. What is happening to you?" Thranduil whispered to his unconscious son.
Legolas lay there curled up in a fetal position holding his right side. It burned, but somehow, it felt as if it was healing or being fixed up. Wrinkling his brow in confusion, he stood up. Looking around, he was now in a different place. It was sunny out and you could hear the birds chirping to the morning sun. A gust of morning wind brushed against Legolas's body. He breathed in the fresh air and smiled. 'Maybe everything will be ok. It was not real. Maybe my friend didn't die and neither did my teacher.' Legolas thought happily. He walked around in a cheerful mood and saw a stream. Smiling, he walked over to the small stream and sat on a small rock. He took off his shoes and stuck his feet in the cool water. He looked up at the just turning blue sky and sighed a sigh of relief. Looking back down at the water, he gasped. Instead of its normal clear blue color, it has turned into the color of blood. Legolas quickly got up and looked around frantically. The sunny morning turned into a stormy gray and it started raining very hard. The birds that were once chirping were not dead on the ground. Legolas started panicking and shut his eyes wishing he could get out of this dream.
"You killed them, Legolas. You are a murderer." Came a deep, mysterious voice. Legolas looked around slowly.
"W.who did.I kill?" Legolas stuttered. The person laughed evilly. It was that same evil laugh that he heard from his first dream/night mirror.
"Silly brat, you killed your friend and teacher. You could have protected them. But you just stood there, like a useless broken arrow. You could have saved Ping. All you had to do was wake up on time. Or you could have pushed him out of the way; you were standing right there. Foolish boy. And your teacher, you could have not lied to him. He wouldn't have gotten so mad. You could have not listened, like you normally do. You could have followed him and saved him from death. But no. You are a useless broken arrow. You serve no purpose on Middle-Earth. You might as well die." Said the mysterious voice. It became a cruel voice but yet, convincing. It laughed one more evil laugh and disappeared.
Legolas welled up in tears and fell to the ground crying. Punching the ground, he let the grief pierce into his heart. The scenery started disappearing and he felt like he was waking up, which he didn't want to.
A/N: I'm going to leave it off here. So, did you like? It's a little angst or whatever, but I felt like writing it. Well, I'm starting on the next chapter. I appreciate all of the cheering on and pushing me to keep writing. Well, tell me you want me to keep writing. Chow.
