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Chapter 11 Unquiet Dreams and Midnight RovingItalics = dream
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Warning chapter may contain angst.
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The dark room appeared cold and harsh, as a figure lay tossing and turning in a bed that diminished their size in comparison. Em let out straggled words from her slumbering imaginings; a single tear fell down her face as she continued stirring in her unquiet dreams…
A figure sat huddled with their head down on their knees in the corner of a dimly lit room. The room could have belonged to a teenage girl, posters decorating the dull yellow coloured walls, an array of school books spread across a cluttered desk with a pile of CD's and a player laying beside a bottle of bear and two empty packs of paracematol. Clothes hung from the doors of the wardrobe, a single chocolate brown teddy bear sat comfortable on the pillows at the head of a double bed, it's sheets all twist around as though a person had not to long ago lay there. The figure in the corner shock with tears as she cried and cried.
"Cry isn't much use now, is it?" asked a harsh voice
The head of the crouching rose at the sound of the voice. A young, tall girl was walking in semi-circles around Em. Her long, light blonde hair waved from side to side as she walked.
"'Sides why would you cry unless it had something to do with you. You didn't give a fuck about anyone but yourself in our school, still don't." the sadistic voice drawled.
"That's not true…" Em whispered softly as the flood of tears continued.
"YES IT IS! You look out for yourself and yourself alone. Who cares about anyone else as long as Em's happy, right." The girl yelled.
A strong wind blow into the room from the open window, moving the curtain in the breeze and pushing the dim light around in a circle. The light bounced around the room, settling on the girl for a few precious moments before moving on.
The girl's only beauty appear to be her hair, her features would once have been consider quiet pretty but no longer as her lips were twisted into a sinister sneer, her dark orbs showing only malos from the being in front of her. The face of the girl was deathly pale, a trail of dried blood fell from her mouth, and tearstains still glittered on her checks where tears had fallen long before. She wore a pair of baggy jeans and an orange tank top. The girl still held a resemblance of her former selve, an eerily resemblance that Em preferred if she couldn't see on the creature with the cold eyes and stone heart in front of her to Sam
The room gave a dull tint to everything in it. It was a room of death, no living creature entered, fearing what it's darkness kept secret from prying eyes.
The footfalls of the girl echoed around the cold room as she continued walking in front of Em.
"You left me." The girl who appeared to be the phantom of Sam said quietly and deadly. "You left me to die." She stated, as she stopped walking and glared with disgust down at Em.
"I didn't…" Em began.
"You didn't what?" The phantom demanded.
"I didn't know." Em sobbed.
"You didn't know! Don't make me laugh. You didn't care. You only cared about yourself. Didn't bother to see what was in front of your eyes the whole time." The girl snarled. "Little princess is to busy, to notice people fading away right in front of her."
"I didn't know." Em repeated as she covered her face with her hands, shaking her head in denial.
"You were too busy to see how depressed I was. Too busy to ask how I felt. Too busy to care about anyone but yourself."
"No." Em moaned.
"Yes." The girl hissed. "You left me to die. You let me suffer alone."
Em began repeating, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry over" and over again.
" All alone, all alone. Nobody around. Nobody around to hear the cries. The cries of pain. All alone. You left me." The sadistic edge playing on her voice.
"I didn't know, I'm sorry." Em sobbed
"Sorry's a little to little a little to late now isn't it." The girl shouted. "In truth I wasn't the one who killed me." The girl started walking again, then stopped. "It was you, Em. You killed me. You killed me. You killed me." The girl hollered at Em who just sat crying in the corner moaning through her tears "I'm sorry."
Em bolted up with a start and whispered "I'm sorry, Sam.". Em looked around wild-eyed for a few minutes, trying to remember where she was. Everything seemed unfamiliar and strange. Em blinked and looked around fearfully before realizing she was in her room in Mirkwood.
The room in the dark bore a slight resemblance to her nightmare room. Em shifted around uncomfortable and nervously in the bed, eyeing each dark corner for an unseen terror. She quickly threw the covers off her, rising from the bed, and walked over to the wardrobe. A cold sweat had formed on her, that she wiped off and then changed into the first dress she picked out from the collection, a comfy looking black dress.
"I won't get any sleep tonight." Em muttered to herself as she slipped on a pair of slippers then walked to the door, leaving the room in the deathly silence that had inhabited the nightmare room.
Em wandered through the halls, head chased down, shuffling her feet in the marble floor of some unknown passageway. After an hour of the untracked roving, Em finally lifted her head as a entrance to a room before her. She squinted in the dark, the markings on the door seemed familiar to her somehow. She soon remembered them as the doors that lead to the Gallery that Legolas had showed her. A small smile spread across her face, she gingerly placed one delicate hand on the doorknob and turned it slowly.
A few muted torches hung on the walls; she walked as silently as a mouse down the path towards the fountain in the center of the room, glancing at pieces of artwork on the way. She sat on the edge of the fountain and dipped her hand into the peaceful water where she saw her reflection glancing back at her, she swished her hand from side to side in the water, hiding her reflection from her eyes. She sat for a long time just watching the water dance around her fingers as she glided them around the water's surface…
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Legolas walked down the corridor headed towards his room that night. He had been in the library for an uncounted time, searching volume after volume for some hidden clue. His mind was riddling with questions he could not answer. He knew he would find no rest in his bedchambers that night, but he knew he would disturb those who could if he continued roaming the corridors of the castle. Legolas looked up while trying to decide if he should go to the archery grounds, and saw his answer standing before him. The Gallery.
Legolas looked around and then made his way across the hall towards the doors. He opened the doors and walked leisurely down the path, admiring the paints on the wall, when a sight caught the corner of his eye. The faint torch light flicked and he could make on a girl sitting by the fountain dipping her hand in the water, she seem not to have noticed his presence.
"Who else would be awake at such a time?" Legolas thought as he moved like a panther towards the girl, trying to remain unseen until he chose to reveal himself.
Closer and closer he moved to the sitting girl, he saw her back shudder as she let out a soft sigh.
"Em…?" Legolas considered as he heard the girl sigh.
Legolas moved from facing her back into a semi-circle so he could make out her face, he soon saw he was right as he look at Em.
"Such sad eyes…" He muttered to himself as he looked at her.
His speech, quiet as it was, was heard in the room. Em jumped from her seat and scuttled backwards, looking like a dear about to be caught by a hunter.
"I am sorry." Legolas began. "I am sorry, I did not mean to startle you."
Em blinked a few times and then realized it was Legolas who had surprised her.
Em mumbled something that sounded like 'no problem'.
"Why are you about so late?" Legolas asked, concern evident in his voice.
"Nothing. Couldn't sleep, bad dream." Em said.
Legolas sat down near where Em had sat before she jumped and waited for Em to sit down. Em sat and looked back at the water, while Legolas looked around at the art.
"What was it about?" Legolas inquired suddenly, turning his blue orbs towards Em.
"What was what about?" Em asked puzzled at the question, looking up at Legolas.
"You said you were unable to sleep because of a 'bad dream'. What was your nightmare about?" Legolas repeated.
Em dodged Legolas' eyes and went back to playing with the water. "Nothin' much…" she mumbled
"Why will you not tell me? Do you not trust me, if so I can leave you to your thoughts and trouble you no more?" Legolas said, while rising from his seat.
"It just that…you wouldn't understand is all. Your not troubling me, please stay." Em implored
Legolas sat back down and stared at Em.
"What?" Em asked after a little while getting annoyed by his constant stare.
"I am waiting for you to finish answering my question. Do you distrust?" Legolas said.
"No, I don't distrust you." Em answered.
"Do you trust me then?" pushed Legolas
"I do, kind of…I guess." Responded Em
"Yes or sure?" Legolas questioned
"Sure…" Em answered.
Legolas held his stare on Em. "Why do you not fully trust me?"
"I don't know you that well is all…" Em muttered
"Have I done anything to make you distrust me?" Legolas asked.
"I guess I don't really know that much of elves, wizards and all, so it's kinda strange for me here 'cause at home I neither would be having a conversation with an elf prince." Em explained.
"Your home, before you came here, were there no elves at all?" Legolas queried after a few minutes.
"There was a few things like elves but they were all make-believe, not real." clarified Em
"What where these beings like?" asked an intrigued Legolas.
"There are faeries and elves, but elves make shoes, and helped an overweight old guy make toys for good kiddies world wide. Faeries are little things with wings and sit at the top of trees once a year.
There are the Little People; they were my favourite when I was a kid. They remind me more like you then the other elves. They lived under the green hill, in beautiful caverns, kinda like here. They were never born and never die just always are..." Em said.
"Why do you not tell me your name?" Legolas asked abruptly.
"They, the Little People." She clarified "If you speak your name to them they can bind you them forever. They can make you forget everything, your whole life and everyone in it, by drinking from the wrong stream of water…"
Legolas interrupted her. "I am not like the Little People, we could not bind you to us by your name..."
"I know that." Em stated angrily, she rose and walked a little bit away from Legolas. "But while I've been heard I've met a Elf King, a wizard, a Elf Prince, and many more elves. I don't know if you could bind me here and I'd rather not risk it by telling someone I wouldn't trust with my life my name." Legolas followed her, soundlessly. "I was brought here without me know why or where here was. I am still not sure where here is, but I am sure it is not anywhere near my home. Whatever, whoever brought me here was able to bring me here."
Legolas stood behind Em and turned her around to face him. He saw a deep pain in her eyes but focused on what he wanted to say first. "I promise you, you are safe here. Mirkwood may be different from your old home but it holds no threat, from its people or creatures, from what I know you were brought here to help you. Em. I would never keep you here against your will, you are safe I promise you that." Legolas comforted her, wrapping his arms around her in a hug. Em began to cry. Legolas leaned his head down and kissed the top of Em's head. "I promise you that."
Next chapter soon. What a pretty purple button down there, I wonder what it does?
IN ACCORDANCE WITH THE PROPHECY
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