.What I think should have happened!!!
I don't own any of the characters or anything to do with the film so no suing or anything please!!!! Oh I'm not an experience fan fic writer so no serious flames please, constructive criticism but please no flames. oh and I'm only taking a guess at Legolas's age so don't shoot me if its wrong please.
Legolas and Gimli just stood staring over the cliff which had claimed their friend Aragorn, Legolas had the Evenstar jewel in his hand and without noticing he began to squeeze it harder and harder, till he felt his hand go warm and he saw a slight red leak out from between his clenched fingers, a strange feeling began to come over him and he pushed the jewel into his pocket and wiped his hand on his clothes.
Both Gimli and Legolas could hear the commotion behind them of the Men of Rohan tending to the wounded.
The words of Theoden still circled through Legolas's head 'leave the dead'. Dead, Aragorn dead, he's dead, it cannot be Legolas began to say in his mind, it cannot be, we were talking this morning. A deep sinking feeling began to stir in his soul, this is grief he told himself, he could feel this kind of black cloud consume him from the inside, then as memories from the other losses came back to him, first Gandalf but he came back, then Merry and Pippin but they turned out to be alive, but Boromir he wouldn't come back - he watched the body go over the waterfall, he remembered the pain on the others faces and the way they expressed it.
Now Aragorn, his companion, leader, friend, someone he cared for deeply as a fellow warrior for good was gone, no more laughs, no more tears, no more fighting side-by-side on this quest. The cloud got bigger and all of a sudden Legolas felt his chest get tight and his breathing became hard, his heart began to ache and he could feel its pumping in his ears as his head filled with a pain that he just couldn't comprehend.
Forgetting his pride for a moment he heard himself say 'Gimli catch me' and with that his legs buckled from underneath him and he fell to the floor, luckily Gimli was close enough and fast enough to catch him and prevent him from falling of the cliff before them to join Aragorn.
'Come on laddie, don't you do this to me, don't you leave as well' Gimli's concerned voice barley penetrated Legolas's head as everything sounded like it was underwater.
As Gimli held the elf that was looking extremely pale and I mean even paler then usual, he began to feel concerned, he knew elves couldn't die that easily which explained Legolas complete incomprehension to death, but he knew that they could be slain in battle or die of a broken heart aka grief and the elf in his arms had experienced his fair share of grief, more than most elves ever do.
Legolas turned to face Gimli who was nothing but a fuzzy outline, to the Elf. But what Gimli saw shook him exponentially. Legolas's eyes were always a bright blue with an Elven depth to them, which alone showed his age. But now they were dark almost black and glazed over in a dazed confusion. Gimli could hear Legolas's shallow breathing and watched as Legolas brought his hand up and clutched at his chest in pain. Then something happened that the Dwarf would never forget - tears started to roll down Legolas's pale cheeks and fall onto the floor.
Legolas felt like he was in hell everything around him was fuzzy, his vision was deteriorating the pain in his heart was growing and he found that he could hardly breathe, so many dead, his thoughts turned to the many men that had died in the most recent fight, he began to think of their families, so many widows and fatherless children, who will be waiting for their husband and fathers to return but they never will, and Arwen, oh Arwen, you were willing to give up immortality for this man and now he is just gone, this is what mortality is, Arwen, it is pain and suffering, its too much to handle.
Gimli pulled the Elf in to an embrace and started to talk to him.
'Now you listen to me, Elf, Aragorn wouldn't want you to be like this would he, you have to fight this you understand you mustn't let the grief consume you, I know it is hard for you to understand but you have to trust me, the pain will get easier and you will learn how to handle it that doesn't involve you joining the dead'
Legolas felt himself slipping away, then as Gimli's words began to register, and his embrace began to be felt, Legolas's vision began to clear and Gimli's figure began to come into view and he realised that if he let himself succumb to this pain and let it kill him then Gimli would feel the same, and even though he was a Dwarf he wouldn't wish this kind of hurt on anyone, especially the one person he had left at the moment.
Legolas pulled himself upright and his hands moved to his knees and he felt his breathing clear and the ache in his chest subside, the dark cloud that was looming inside of him died down, but it didn't disappear. He turned to Gimli and spoke, trying to remember the tongue of men as his head was still fuzzy,
'I am alright my friend, the pain is passing, you are not getting rid of me just yet' 'Well that's a relief, to be honest, I would prefer your company to a group of smelly men who wouldn't know how to throw an axe if shown by every Dwarf in middle earth, but seriously lad are you well?' 'Yes, I am fine now, I will not deny that I almost let my grief consume me as I did not know how to handle it, but I am learning I guess even after 2972 years on this earth there are still things to learn'
Legolas finally pulled himself up to his feet with a little help from Gimli and the turned to rejoin the group, the site of all the dead men awakened new twangs of grief in Legolas's heart and caused him additional dizziness but he didn't let it show except to Gimli when he put his hand on the Dwarf's shoulder to steady his balance.
Legolas walked toward his horse, as Gimli took one last final look over the cliff and he noticed the ground on which they were standing the grass was brown in spots where the blades had shrivelled and died, then it dawned on him those were the spots in which Legolas's tears had fallen, the sorrow contained in those Elvish tears was enough to kill those grasses in an instant.
He got up and tuned to Legolas who gracefully and to the amazement of the men flipped himself on to the horse, Gimli rolled his eyes and said out loud 'Elves'.
I don't own any of the characters or anything to do with the film so no suing or anything please!!!! Oh I'm not an experience fan fic writer so no serious flames please, constructive criticism but please no flames. oh and I'm only taking a guess at Legolas's age so don't shoot me if its wrong please.
Legolas and Gimli just stood staring over the cliff which had claimed their friend Aragorn, Legolas had the Evenstar jewel in his hand and without noticing he began to squeeze it harder and harder, till he felt his hand go warm and he saw a slight red leak out from between his clenched fingers, a strange feeling began to come over him and he pushed the jewel into his pocket and wiped his hand on his clothes.
Both Gimli and Legolas could hear the commotion behind them of the Men of Rohan tending to the wounded.
The words of Theoden still circled through Legolas's head 'leave the dead'. Dead, Aragorn dead, he's dead, it cannot be Legolas began to say in his mind, it cannot be, we were talking this morning. A deep sinking feeling began to stir in his soul, this is grief he told himself, he could feel this kind of black cloud consume him from the inside, then as memories from the other losses came back to him, first Gandalf but he came back, then Merry and Pippin but they turned out to be alive, but Boromir he wouldn't come back - he watched the body go over the waterfall, he remembered the pain on the others faces and the way they expressed it.
Now Aragorn, his companion, leader, friend, someone he cared for deeply as a fellow warrior for good was gone, no more laughs, no more tears, no more fighting side-by-side on this quest. The cloud got bigger and all of a sudden Legolas felt his chest get tight and his breathing became hard, his heart began to ache and he could feel its pumping in his ears as his head filled with a pain that he just couldn't comprehend.
Forgetting his pride for a moment he heard himself say 'Gimli catch me' and with that his legs buckled from underneath him and he fell to the floor, luckily Gimli was close enough and fast enough to catch him and prevent him from falling of the cliff before them to join Aragorn.
'Come on laddie, don't you do this to me, don't you leave as well' Gimli's concerned voice barley penetrated Legolas's head as everything sounded like it was underwater.
As Gimli held the elf that was looking extremely pale and I mean even paler then usual, he began to feel concerned, he knew elves couldn't die that easily which explained Legolas complete incomprehension to death, but he knew that they could be slain in battle or die of a broken heart aka grief and the elf in his arms had experienced his fair share of grief, more than most elves ever do.
Legolas turned to face Gimli who was nothing but a fuzzy outline, to the Elf. But what Gimli saw shook him exponentially. Legolas's eyes were always a bright blue with an Elven depth to them, which alone showed his age. But now they were dark almost black and glazed over in a dazed confusion. Gimli could hear Legolas's shallow breathing and watched as Legolas brought his hand up and clutched at his chest in pain. Then something happened that the Dwarf would never forget - tears started to roll down Legolas's pale cheeks and fall onto the floor.
Legolas felt like he was in hell everything around him was fuzzy, his vision was deteriorating the pain in his heart was growing and he found that he could hardly breathe, so many dead, his thoughts turned to the many men that had died in the most recent fight, he began to think of their families, so many widows and fatherless children, who will be waiting for their husband and fathers to return but they never will, and Arwen, oh Arwen, you were willing to give up immortality for this man and now he is just gone, this is what mortality is, Arwen, it is pain and suffering, its too much to handle.
Gimli pulled the Elf in to an embrace and started to talk to him.
'Now you listen to me, Elf, Aragorn wouldn't want you to be like this would he, you have to fight this you understand you mustn't let the grief consume you, I know it is hard for you to understand but you have to trust me, the pain will get easier and you will learn how to handle it that doesn't involve you joining the dead'
Legolas felt himself slipping away, then as Gimli's words began to register, and his embrace began to be felt, Legolas's vision began to clear and Gimli's figure began to come into view and he realised that if he let himself succumb to this pain and let it kill him then Gimli would feel the same, and even though he was a Dwarf he wouldn't wish this kind of hurt on anyone, especially the one person he had left at the moment.
Legolas pulled himself upright and his hands moved to his knees and he felt his breathing clear and the ache in his chest subside, the dark cloud that was looming inside of him died down, but it didn't disappear. He turned to Gimli and spoke, trying to remember the tongue of men as his head was still fuzzy,
'I am alright my friend, the pain is passing, you are not getting rid of me just yet' 'Well that's a relief, to be honest, I would prefer your company to a group of smelly men who wouldn't know how to throw an axe if shown by every Dwarf in middle earth, but seriously lad are you well?' 'Yes, I am fine now, I will not deny that I almost let my grief consume me as I did not know how to handle it, but I am learning I guess even after 2972 years on this earth there are still things to learn'
Legolas finally pulled himself up to his feet with a little help from Gimli and the turned to rejoin the group, the site of all the dead men awakened new twangs of grief in Legolas's heart and caused him additional dizziness but he didn't let it show except to Gimli when he put his hand on the Dwarf's shoulder to steady his balance.
Legolas walked toward his horse, as Gimli took one last final look over the cliff and he noticed the ground on which they were standing the grass was brown in spots where the blades had shrivelled and died, then it dawned on him those were the spots in which Legolas's tears had fallen, the sorrow contained in those Elvish tears was enough to kill those grasses in an instant.
He got up and tuned to Legolas who gracefully and to the amazement of the men flipped himself on to the horse, Gimli rolled his eyes and said out loud 'Elves'.
