Chapter 10
At dawn, a lone figure walked out of the palace of Rivendell. Pheraearwen turned and gazed at the palace again, wondering when she would see it again.
"You thought you could just leave, did you?" Legolas said from behind her. Pheraearwen whipped around to find the elf standing in front of her with pain but determination in his eyes. "How did you know?" Pheraearwen asked. "Elladan, Elrohir, and Estel promised me they wouldn't say anything." "They did not break their promise to you, my love," Legolas said. "Lord Elrond told me." With a sigh, Pheraearwen thought about how stupid she was. How could she forget about the elven lord?
Suddenly, an arrow flew out of from the forest going straight for Legolas. Eyes wide, Pheraearwen quickly grabbed him and turned him around, the arrow piercing into her own shoulder. Legolas grabbed her bow and an arrow from her back and killed the orc that stood, laughing. More orcs came out of the forest and elves awoke from inside the palace to help kill them. Soon, all the orcs were dead and Pheraearwen was being carried into the palace, where Elrond was waiting to help her.
Pheraearwen fell in and out of restless sleep and felt, rather than saw, the poison coursing through her veins. She opened her eyes to see a pair of sad eyes looking down at her.
"Pheraearwen, my child, I'm so sorry," Elrond said softly in Elvish. "The poison is new to me, and I do not know how to cure it, but I am trying every method I know." "Do not worry, uncle," Pheraearwen said. "My destiny was to live a dangerous life, and to die with people around me who love me, is far better than dying alone, somewhere in the wild." "Do not talk like that," Elrond said, tears forming in his eyes. "It is not your fault, my lord," Pheraearwen said, making sure the lord fully understood her. "Nor do I want any of you to grieve," she said, as she looked around the room and found Elladan, Elrohir, Estel, and Legolas in the room as well. "Thank you for everything, my friends." "Legolas," Elrond said, looking over at the blond elf. "I think Pheraearwen would like to speak with you for a little while in private." Without a word, Legolas walked over to the bed and knelt, holding Pheraearwen's hand to his face. The others left the room and closed the door, giving the two elves their privacy.
"I love you, Legolas," Pheraearwen said, her voice a whisper after a short silence. "Do not say goodbye, Pheraearwen," Legolas said, trying to hold back the tears that stung his eyes. "I refuse to let you leave me here alone." "But you're not alone, my love," Pheraearwen said. "You have friends and family that love you and my love for you will always be with you." "I need you to be here with me, Pheraearwen," Legolas pleaded, unable to hold back the tears. "I love you." Pheraearwen smiled. "You were the light the shone through the darkness, Legolas," she said, reaching up to touch his cheek with her hand. "Do not give up, my love, for there is much left for you to do. If you ever feel the darkness calling you, remember the light inside of you, and remember me," Pheraearwen said, her breathing becoming raspier. "This is not goodbye, Legolas. I will be waiting for you, through the darkness. I will not say goodbye if you do not. Until we meet again, my love," Pheraearwen said, as she closed her eyes. The hand that was upon Legolas' face fell to the bed, motionless. "I love you," Legolas said, kissing the hand he was still holding. Slowly, he stood up and looked down at his love. Tears still streaming down his face, he bent down and kissed her softly on the lips. "I will never say goodbye, my love. I will be waiting for the day that you and I will meet again, though it will have to wait. There is much left for me to do, but I know I will not be alone, for you will always be in my heart."
The End
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At dawn, a lone figure walked out of the palace of Rivendell. Pheraearwen turned and gazed at the palace again, wondering when she would see it again.
"You thought you could just leave, did you?" Legolas said from behind her. Pheraearwen whipped around to find the elf standing in front of her with pain but determination in his eyes. "How did you know?" Pheraearwen asked. "Elladan, Elrohir, and Estel promised me they wouldn't say anything." "They did not break their promise to you, my love," Legolas said. "Lord Elrond told me." With a sigh, Pheraearwen thought about how stupid she was. How could she forget about the elven lord?
Suddenly, an arrow flew out of from the forest going straight for Legolas. Eyes wide, Pheraearwen quickly grabbed him and turned him around, the arrow piercing into her own shoulder. Legolas grabbed her bow and an arrow from her back and killed the orc that stood, laughing. More orcs came out of the forest and elves awoke from inside the palace to help kill them. Soon, all the orcs were dead and Pheraearwen was being carried into the palace, where Elrond was waiting to help her.
Pheraearwen fell in and out of restless sleep and felt, rather than saw, the poison coursing through her veins. She opened her eyes to see a pair of sad eyes looking down at her.
"Pheraearwen, my child, I'm so sorry," Elrond said softly in Elvish. "The poison is new to me, and I do not know how to cure it, but I am trying every method I know." "Do not worry, uncle," Pheraearwen said. "My destiny was to live a dangerous life, and to die with people around me who love me, is far better than dying alone, somewhere in the wild." "Do not talk like that," Elrond said, tears forming in his eyes. "It is not your fault, my lord," Pheraearwen said, making sure the lord fully understood her. "Nor do I want any of you to grieve," she said, as she looked around the room and found Elladan, Elrohir, Estel, and Legolas in the room as well. "Thank you for everything, my friends." "Legolas," Elrond said, looking over at the blond elf. "I think Pheraearwen would like to speak with you for a little while in private." Without a word, Legolas walked over to the bed and knelt, holding Pheraearwen's hand to his face. The others left the room and closed the door, giving the two elves their privacy.
"I love you, Legolas," Pheraearwen said, her voice a whisper after a short silence. "Do not say goodbye, Pheraearwen," Legolas said, trying to hold back the tears that stung his eyes. "I refuse to let you leave me here alone." "But you're not alone, my love," Pheraearwen said. "You have friends and family that love you and my love for you will always be with you." "I need you to be here with me, Pheraearwen," Legolas pleaded, unable to hold back the tears. "I love you." Pheraearwen smiled. "You were the light the shone through the darkness, Legolas," she said, reaching up to touch his cheek with her hand. "Do not give up, my love, for there is much left for you to do. If you ever feel the darkness calling you, remember the light inside of you, and remember me," Pheraearwen said, her breathing becoming raspier. "This is not goodbye, Legolas. I will be waiting for you, through the darkness. I will not say goodbye if you do not. Until we meet again, my love," Pheraearwen said, as she closed her eyes. The hand that was upon Legolas' face fell to the bed, motionless. "I love you," Legolas said, kissing the hand he was still holding. Slowly, he stood up and looked down at his love. Tears still streaming down his face, he bent down and kissed her softly on the lips. "I will never say goodbye, my love. I will be waiting for the day that you and I will meet again, though it will have to wait. There is much left for me to do, but I know I will not be alone, for you will always be in my heart."
The End
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All rights reserved