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fanfic except for Helaku, Helaku's mother and her sisters. So I beg you
not to sue me plz!
A/N: Sorry it's taken so long for me to update and that I took the story off, but its back and I hope you enjoy the next chapter. Please read and review.
Chapter 6: Truth and Realization
As we walk through the darkness of Moria, no one says much. We are all caught up in our own thoughts of what is to come.
I stay at the end of the line so I can't be bothered and hopefully no one has noticed the emptiness I feel everyday.
"Helaku?"
"Hm."
"Well, the other Hobbits and I were wondering if you were alright?"
"I'm fine, Pippin."
"But ever since that dream you had-"
I flinch at the mention of the dream, "Look, Pippin, I said I'm fine. Don't you trust me?"
The whole group has stopped, and they all stare at me as tears start to roll down my cheeks.
I wipe them away quickly and turn to walk off - to be alone.
"Wait!" Legolas lunges forward to grab my wrist.
"No, let me go!"
Damn, he's strong. But I'm not exactly putting up a strong fight either. My emotions are too strong to fight back tears and get Legolas to let go of me.
Legolas jerks me his way and grabs my shoulders.
"You're upset. Talk to us." He says gently.
"I'm fine."
"You're not fine. We know the dream is affecting you, so why can't you tell us what happened? It might help you."
"It is no-not affecting me."
"Tell us what has you act this way?! I hate seeing you like this!" he hisses venomously.
"Legolas, leave it-"
"It's my mom, okay?!? Are you happy now?"
Legolas pulls me into a tight hug, finally realizing why I didn't want to talk.
"It's okay."
A gentle hand rubs my back and tries to comfort me. It feels so good, yet so familiar.
"Maybe, it's time you told them, Helaku." Gandalf suggests.
I swallow and bury my face in the crook of Legolas' neck.
"They might be able to help." Aragorn adds softly.
"Tell us what?" Frodo asks curiously.
"What should she tell us?" Sam follows.
"About my captivation in Mordor." I whisper softly as I pull back from Legolas a little, "But it's a long story."
"Don't worry." Gandalf replies giving me a reassuring smile.
"Okay, well you might want to have a seat."
We all sit on the ground in a sad looking circle. I sit down with Legolas and Aragorn next to me, and Aragorn places his hand on my lower back to keep me calm.
"Well about 200 years ago, my mom and I were riding from Lothlorien to Imladris and along the way." I notice a slight break in my voice.
"Imladris?" Pippin asks curiously. "Where's Imladris?"
"It's the elven name for Rivendell." Aragorn explains quickly.
"Oh, ok."
"As I was saying, we were outnumbered by Orcs who quickly confined us. Elves from all over were captured and taken to Mordor. For about 100 years, we were tortured, molested, and men who fought to save or protect the women and children were taken away and never seen again. All of this was carried out by Orcs and the killing by Sauron." My voice reveals the bitter sorrow I feel.
"Why would they-" Pippin starts to ask.
"Oh, shut up, Pippin, and let her finish." Gimli says.
"Well one day my mom found a way out when she was taken from the room all the Elves were kept in. We figured none of the Orcs knew of its existence, and Sauron was never down there. So that night we escaped, for the door was 'accidentally' left unlocked. My mom and I stayed behind helping all those who were too weak or too young to climb out by themselves. Once we were all out, we headed towards the nearest elven realm, which was Mirkwood, I think."
All of a sudden I start shaking uncontrollably and tears fall down my cheeks again.
"Maybe we should stop here. Let her calm down and gain control over herself again." Aragorn says gently wrapping his arm around my shoulders.
"No, I- I can." I try to swallow the lump in my throat, "finish it."
"I'm not sure if that's su-"
"You got me going so let me finish!" I snap back with more determination than certainty that I want to continue.
I take Aragorn's silence as leave to continue.
"I was the last person in line - an easy target for any enemy. The Orcs knew we had left and gave us a head start. When they caught up with us they shot arrows and threw swords - anything that would kill or wound us."
My surroundings start to fade, and I am surrounded by darkness.
"I got hit in the leg with. an arrow. When I cried out at the pain, my mom came back to fend off the orcs who were trying to kill me."
"Helaku-"
I hear Aragorn's reassurances, but I can't move, speak or breathe properly as the memories come flooding back to me.
~*~*~ Flashback ~*~*~
"Take her to Thranduil, she can talk to him about where she'll go!"
"Lyanne, it doesn't have to be this way!"
"Yes it does they'll pursue u-" An arrow flew through the air and pierced her arm.
"NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!"
~*~*~ End Flashback ~*~*~
A hand seals my mouth as I scream at the sight before my eyes. I bite down hard on the hand that makes me feel threatened.
"Legolas, make her stop!"
"I-I don't want to be bitten."
Another hand hesitantly seals my mouth, but when I try to bite it, the owner hit me on the head.
I snap my head back and glare at Legolas who has so kindly removed his hand so I can speak.
"What was that for?"
"I didn't want you to bite me."
"That doesn't give you right to hit me like you did."
"I'm sorry, but I hoped it would make you realize where you were."
I having nothing left to say, so I just get up and leave.
"What about the rest of the story?" Pippin complains loudly.
I freeze and slowly turn on my heel to face them.
"Yea, we never found out what happened." Merry adds.
"Story?" I ask in a deadly whisper. "My life is now a STORY for your ENJOYMENT?!"
"N-n-nno."
"Let me tell you what happened! My mother died defending me as a Mirkwood elf carried me to safety because I couldn't walk! My mother died because of me! Are you happy now that you know the ending? Does it satisfy you or does it need more drama?"
The Fellowship just stares at me in shock as I walk off to a large rock not too far away.
"Legolas, go talk to her." Gandalf says softly, but loud enough so I can hear.
"Why me? Why can't Aragorn talk to her? She trusts him more than anyone!"
"You knew your mother well, and if I can recall correctly a certain incident had you rather upset."
"Fine, I'll talk to her, but if I lose any body parts, I hold you responsible, Gandalf."
I can't believe they don't understand what's happening.
"Are you okay?"
"What do you think?"
"I think you need to talk to someone." Legolas says carefully, taking a seat at a respectable distance.
"Someone like you?" I ask and look into his eyes.
"I'd like it if you would, but you don't have to."
"You still don't get it."
"Get what? You're keeping us in the dark."
"I'm facing a haunted past, Legolas, and from the way I see you expect it to be easy."
"I'm sorry. I should have noticed; it's just that I haven't dealt with this for a while."
"What do you mean?"
"About 100 years ago, I helped a girl who had a similar problem."
"What was her name?"
"I can't remember it."
"What did she look like?"
"She always wore her hair in two braids. Her hair was a beautiful golden color, a lot like yours, and she had crystal blue eyes that you felt like you could drown in. She was so beautiful, and I loved her so. But she disappeared from my life."
"Oh my-"
"What?" he asks looking at me confused.
"Nothing."
This is not happening! I know him! He was the one!
"Legolas, were ever betrothed?"
"Yea, the Princess of Lothlorien after Galadriel's other daughter died."
OOOOOOO MMMMYYYYY!!!!!!! I was once betrothed to Legolas! Galadriel is getting an earful about this one, and come to think of it Celeborn is too. Now that I have the right questions, I'm getting my answers.
A/N: Sorry it's taken so long for me to update and that I took the story off, but its back and I hope you enjoy the next chapter. Please read and review.
Chapter 6: Truth and Realization
As we walk through the darkness of Moria, no one says much. We are all caught up in our own thoughts of what is to come.
I stay at the end of the line so I can't be bothered and hopefully no one has noticed the emptiness I feel everyday.
"Helaku?"
"Hm."
"Well, the other Hobbits and I were wondering if you were alright?"
"I'm fine, Pippin."
"But ever since that dream you had-"
I flinch at the mention of the dream, "Look, Pippin, I said I'm fine. Don't you trust me?"
The whole group has stopped, and they all stare at me as tears start to roll down my cheeks.
I wipe them away quickly and turn to walk off - to be alone.
"Wait!" Legolas lunges forward to grab my wrist.
"No, let me go!"
Damn, he's strong. But I'm not exactly putting up a strong fight either. My emotions are too strong to fight back tears and get Legolas to let go of me.
Legolas jerks me his way and grabs my shoulders.
"You're upset. Talk to us." He says gently.
"I'm fine."
"You're not fine. We know the dream is affecting you, so why can't you tell us what happened? It might help you."
"It is no-not affecting me."
"Tell us what has you act this way?! I hate seeing you like this!" he hisses venomously.
"Legolas, leave it-"
"It's my mom, okay?!? Are you happy now?"
Legolas pulls me into a tight hug, finally realizing why I didn't want to talk.
"It's okay."
A gentle hand rubs my back and tries to comfort me. It feels so good, yet so familiar.
"Maybe, it's time you told them, Helaku." Gandalf suggests.
I swallow and bury my face in the crook of Legolas' neck.
"They might be able to help." Aragorn adds softly.
"Tell us what?" Frodo asks curiously.
"What should she tell us?" Sam follows.
"About my captivation in Mordor." I whisper softly as I pull back from Legolas a little, "But it's a long story."
"Don't worry." Gandalf replies giving me a reassuring smile.
"Okay, well you might want to have a seat."
We all sit on the ground in a sad looking circle. I sit down with Legolas and Aragorn next to me, and Aragorn places his hand on my lower back to keep me calm.
"Well about 200 years ago, my mom and I were riding from Lothlorien to Imladris and along the way." I notice a slight break in my voice.
"Imladris?" Pippin asks curiously. "Where's Imladris?"
"It's the elven name for Rivendell." Aragorn explains quickly.
"Oh, ok."
"As I was saying, we were outnumbered by Orcs who quickly confined us. Elves from all over were captured and taken to Mordor. For about 100 years, we were tortured, molested, and men who fought to save or protect the women and children were taken away and never seen again. All of this was carried out by Orcs and the killing by Sauron." My voice reveals the bitter sorrow I feel.
"Why would they-" Pippin starts to ask.
"Oh, shut up, Pippin, and let her finish." Gimli says.
"Well one day my mom found a way out when she was taken from the room all the Elves were kept in. We figured none of the Orcs knew of its existence, and Sauron was never down there. So that night we escaped, for the door was 'accidentally' left unlocked. My mom and I stayed behind helping all those who were too weak or too young to climb out by themselves. Once we were all out, we headed towards the nearest elven realm, which was Mirkwood, I think."
All of a sudden I start shaking uncontrollably and tears fall down my cheeks again.
"Maybe we should stop here. Let her calm down and gain control over herself again." Aragorn says gently wrapping his arm around my shoulders.
"No, I- I can." I try to swallow the lump in my throat, "finish it."
"I'm not sure if that's su-"
"You got me going so let me finish!" I snap back with more determination than certainty that I want to continue.
I take Aragorn's silence as leave to continue.
"I was the last person in line - an easy target for any enemy. The Orcs knew we had left and gave us a head start. When they caught up with us they shot arrows and threw swords - anything that would kill or wound us."
My surroundings start to fade, and I am surrounded by darkness.
"I got hit in the leg with. an arrow. When I cried out at the pain, my mom came back to fend off the orcs who were trying to kill me."
"Helaku-"
I hear Aragorn's reassurances, but I can't move, speak or breathe properly as the memories come flooding back to me.
~*~*~ Flashback ~*~*~
"Take her to Thranduil, she can talk to him about where she'll go!"
"Lyanne, it doesn't have to be this way!"
"Yes it does they'll pursue u-" An arrow flew through the air and pierced her arm.
"NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!"
~*~*~ End Flashback ~*~*~
A hand seals my mouth as I scream at the sight before my eyes. I bite down hard on the hand that makes me feel threatened.
"Legolas, make her stop!"
"I-I don't want to be bitten."
Another hand hesitantly seals my mouth, but when I try to bite it, the owner hit me on the head.
I snap my head back and glare at Legolas who has so kindly removed his hand so I can speak.
"What was that for?"
"I didn't want you to bite me."
"That doesn't give you right to hit me like you did."
"I'm sorry, but I hoped it would make you realize where you were."
I having nothing left to say, so I just get up and leave.
"What about the rest of the story?" Pippin complains loudly.
I freeze and slowly turn on my heel to face them.
"Yea, we never found out what happened." Merry adds.
"Story?" I ask in a deadly whisper. "My life is now a STORY for your ENJOYMENT?!"
"N-n-nno."
"Let me tell you what happened! My mother died defending me as a Mirkwood elf carried me to safety because I couldn't walk! My mother died because of me! Are you happy now that you know the ending? Does it satisfy you or does it need more drama?"
The Fellowship just stares at me in shock as I walk off to a large rock not too far away.
"Legolas, go talk to her." Gandalf says softly, but loud enough so I can hear.
"Why me? Why can't Aragorn talk to her? She trusts him more than anyone!"
"You knew your mother well, and if I can recall correctly a certain incident had you rather upset."
"Fine, I'll talk to her, but if I lose any body parts, I hold you responsible, Gandalf."
I can't believe they don't understand what's happening.
"Are you okay?"
"What do you think?"
"I think you need to talk to someone." Legolas says carefully, taking a seat at a respectable distance.
"Someone like you?" I ask and look into his eyes.
"I'd like it if you would, but you don't have to."
"You still don't get it."
"Get what? You're keeping us in the dark."
"I'm facing a haunted past, Legolas, and from the way I see you expect it to be easy."
"I'm sorry. I should have noticed; it's just that I haven't dealt with this for a while."
"What do you mean?"
"About 100 years ago, I helped a girl who had a similar problem."
"What was her name?"
"I can't remember it."
"What did she look like?"
"She always wore her hair in two braids. Her hair was a beautiful golden color, a lot like yours, and she had crystal blue eyes that you felt like you could drown in. She was so beautiful, and I loved her so. But she disappeared from my life."
"Oh my-"
"What?" he asks looking at me confused.
"Nothing."
This is not happening! I know him! He was the one!
"Legolas, were ever betrothed?"
"Yea, the Princess of Lothlorien after Galadriel's other daughter died."
OOOOOOO MMMMYYYYY!!!!!!! I was once betrothed to Legolas! Galadriel is getting an earful about this one, and come to think of it Celeborn is too. Now that I have the right questions, I'm getting my answers.
