~A/N: Hey Everyone! :)
I have another chapter for you, but I might not post for a while after this,
because exams are coming closer, and musical practice sessions are becoming
longer so I probably won't have enough time to be posting as frequently as I have
been doing... Sorry! I wish I could post everyday, and I would... if not for
school. . lol. Anyway, enjoy this chapter!
Oh, I also have some
REAL elvish words in here now! *^^*
A Sunset Love
Chapter 18: Dungeons and thoughts
Mithdelothwen breathed,
and nearly choked. The air.. smelled rotten and disgusting. She was in pain...
she didn't know where but she could feel it. She wanted to open her eyes, but
was afraid of what she might see. And, her eyelids were feeling so heavy,
almost as if they were made of lead.
What had happened? She
tried to remember... They were packing up, getting ready to go when all of a
sudden, Orcs and Uruk-hai had appeared.
Stupid bastards... She thought, managing to open her
eyes slightly. She groaned slightly, as her eyes adjusted to the dim light. The
first thing she noticed... was that she was chained to the dank, damp stone
wall. Her wrist and ankles were chained, although she could still move, even if
only a little bit. Her neck hurt, from being in an uncomfortable position while
she was unconscious. As she continued to look around her cell, she realized
another important fact; she was alone. There was no one in the cell with her.
She supposed that in a way, it was a good thing. At least there wasn't a
Uruk-hai or orc rooming with her... but where were her companions?
Where's Legolas? She wondered, her heart beat
picking up slightly. Taking a moment, she observed the door, which seemed to be
outlined in fiery light, as bits of light slipped through cracks around the
door frame and the barred windows on both the door and walls. To her left, was
the door, made of wood and with 2 barred windows; one at the top of the door,
and one near the bottom. To her right was another damp wall with a small barred
window. The sky outside was dark, with the moon only being just able to shine
through the ominous clouds. Normally, when she saw the moon it was comforting.
Now, the moon seemed harsh and spooky, giving her more fright than comfort. She
shivered when a breeze came in through the tiny window.
What am I to do? What
are WE, the fellowship, to do? I hope Frodo is alright... as long as he still
is free, the quest has a chance of succeeding. Mithdelothwen thought, with a sad
and heavy heart.
Looking down at the
floor, she realized that her weapons were gone. And no doubt, destroyed.
Mithdelothwen sighed with defeat. She had no weapons, she had no way to get
out. She was trapped. And most of all... her soul, her heart, ached for
Legolas. The way he could make the day so much brighter just by uttering a few
words or just by smiling. She tried not to cry as she thought of the many times
where he'd hold her and just tell her how much he loved her. Instead of the
memories making her feel better, it made her feel worse. She wasn't as strong as
she thought she was... and she only came on this journey because of her
stubborn attitude. She just couldn't think of him without her heart feeling
ripped out of her chest, and let out a quiet, choked sob. She felt as if her
heart was breaking and being torn in various directions, like in tug-of-war.
She had never felt such sorrow in her life, and thought she would surely die
from the excruciating pain. She did the next best thing; she went unconscious
again.
******************
When Legolas awoke, he
found himself in a dark and drab, miserable cell. Gimli, Boromir and Aragorn
were with him. Everyone but Gimli was conscious. Mithdelothwen wasn't there.
I'll never forgive
myself... I promised to protect her! If anything happens to her... it will be
all my fault!
Legolas felt a deep despair within his heart, and his breathing became quick
and shallow; he was trying hard not to go insane with worry. Aragorn watched
Legolas, who lay about 3 feet away from him. He pitied him. He knew that
although Legolas was trying to bury the feelings deep, that it just wouldn't
work. His love for Mithdelothwen was too strong to be buried and forgotten,
even if only temporarily. Legolas, being a relatively young elf, had never felt
a love such as this for anyone, and surely wouldn't know how to handle the
current separation. If he could, Aragorn would pat him on the shoulder and
reassure Legolas that everything would turn out alright, and that Mithdelothwen
would be safe. But he couldn't make such a promise, for he didn't know if it
would be possible.
"Im henia lîn naeg.
[I understand your pain]" Aragorn said softly, in Elvish, so that no one
would know what Legolas was going through. Legolas looked at him for a brief
moment, and Aragorn could see all the pain and suffering being held in those
blue eyes.
"Ir matho vi guren,
hain tuilinn pain harthad. [The feelings in my heart, they swallow all
hope]" Legolas said, the tone of his voice clearly indicating that hope
was quickly dwindling from his mind, and was slowly sinking into despair.
"And these feelings... are not my own." When Legolas said this
Aragorn became confused.
"What do you mean,
'these feelings are not your own'?" Legolas thought of how to explain.
"I feel these
feelings... yet, it isn't mine. I know it isn't mine. It's like I'm feeling
someone else's emotions." No sooner had he said that when he felt another
wave of sadness wash over him. They seemed to caress his mind like... her. Just
thinking about Mithdelothwen made Legolas' heart break. Why did she have to be
so stubborn, wanting to follow on such a dangerous mission? And to make things
worse, she went and bound herself...
Wait a minute... Legolas caught himself. Could
that be where these 'extra' feelings were coming from?
*******
"Oh, am I supposed to watch you go, and risk having
you get killed then?" Mithdelothwen shot back, a little hurt that he
seemed too over protective. He didn't have an answer for her.
"Legolas, you promised to protect me by life or
death." She stated. Legolas nodded, unsure of what she was getting at.
"yes.. and?!" He asked rather impatiently.
Mithdelothwen took his hand in hers, and held it to her heart.
"In return, I pledge the same promise. By my life or
death, I will protect you, dearest Legolas." She vowed, kissing the
knuckles of his hand.
"Dire na talern ille, a 'too." [I will die for
you, if needed.]
**********
Legolas cursed under his
breath when he remembered what Mithdelothwen had promised. She had... bound
herself to him, should they have the same fate. She was suffering greatly, and
he was feeling her emotions. That probably meant that she was feeling his
emotions, although she probably didn't know why. Very seldom to Elves bind
their souls to their partner, for if one died, the other would have a small
chance of surviving. Elves saw it as too risky, and the practice hadn't been
used in thousands of years. Legolas knew that she understood what it meant, to
bind herself to him, but he had a feeling that she didn't understand the full
extent. He had heard from a long time ago, that those bound, could communicate
mentally through the use of telepathy. He now wanted to see if it was true.
Legolas closed his
eyes and tried to reach out to Mithdelothwen's mind. He frowned slightly when
he felt nothing but his own mind. He kept trying, even as Gimli awoke, but with
no success.
Perhaps it was just a
myth then...
Legolas thought, feeling defeated.
A/N: yup. That was
chapter 18. Nothing too interesting happening here... but oh well. :p. Please
R&R!!!!! :) Thanks everyone! ~Feathers of the Wind
