My Life, My Elf
Type : LOTR
Rating : PG -13 for future content.
Summary : The time for sickness is over, the cure must come.
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It was a strange feeling. The perfect ice green grass had the feel of silk sheet. Hewen squinted her eyes against the glaring sun. A soft calming breeze rushed against the grass but she didn't feel a thing. "This place is so familiar." She uttered.
Turning to look behind her she found a deep pain wake inside her. Looking upon that small brown cottage she had shared with the immortal Legolas in her youth.
There was no sound in the silent abomination that stood before her. She hated to remember this place, here she had been happy. She had been utterly naive here. She wanted nothing more with this place, with Legolas. It hurt too much to know she would drag him into the grave with her.
"Yet I promised Elrond..." She said to herself looking past the porch as she neared it.
A bright crystal clear laugh broke out. She followed the sound to the small pond near the house. She looked at the worn path and saw a yellowish figure dart through the trees.
"Come! Let's play!" Came a shout in elvish. (I was gonna put it in elvish but I'm to lazy to open my dictionary) She see the figure clearly now as it broke through the tree and dashed up the porch stairs.
The lanky little elf boy turned to her. She was shocked as she looked into his gold grey rimmed eyes. "Come let's play!" the boy smiled.
His perfect tan skin scared her. Stepping back she shook her head, "No." The boy seemed hurt at the statement. His hands fumbled with the silver necklace lying on his chest.
"Okay. Good-bye." The boy said clearly upset.
"I'm sorr-" Hewen began but stopped as the sound of an arrow whizzing through the air stopped her. She had heard it far too late.
She gave a heart wrenching screamed as her heart was split open by the arrow.
Legolas watched Hewen sleep calmly. "It looks like her fever is breaking..." He commented to a calm Tinondel reading a scroll.
Tinondel looked at him with wide eyes, "How soon till she is better?" He wrapped up the scroll carelessly crumbling the edges and creasing the pages themselves. He stood up quickly.
Legolas watched the blonde bit his lip quietly. Looking up at Legolas with rusty red eyes he spoke, "Stay with her. Talk to her as long as I am gone. Do not go a moment without speaking to her about your life. You will eat, sleep, and breathe to this girl about yourself.
"It's very important. I have to go. I will return but you MUST do as I say." Tinondel said shortly.
Before Legolas could protest to the lone elf's strange orders he left. Legolas looked over to Hewen's calm face and closed eyes.
"Well, I guess you and I are alone for the first time in a long time... I never have told you about myself have I?" Legolas said taking a seat on the side of her bed.
"I guess I could tell you about myself. Well I can remember as far back as being nine-hundred... I had a wonderful horse. Glil-Ganduil I called him. I loved that horse. I learned how to ride him. He was my first and most loved horse!" Legolas said remembering fondly.
"I was a foolish little elfling. I remember bragging how I had the prettiest white horse... I would take him to the lake near the city and take off all my clothes and swim with him in the water. I would show off by riding him out and getting him to jump off the waterfall.
"It was my fault he was killed." Legolas said shaking his head. He didn't notice Hewen's frown as she shifted ever so slightly on the bed.
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D-Chan
