The darkness was suffocating, the silence was deafening. All he
wanted was to leave. Be free from the torment and the horror. But now he
knew where he was. He could feel it in his soul. Lothlorien. But he felt
far from safe. He could still feel Saruman's evil running through his
blood. The pain of the wounds. And then a splash of cool water and a
breeze..
Legolas awoke. He sat up suddenly and felt his whole body ache, with fatigue, pain from the wounds and from fear. Arwen was at the door. He glanced over briefly but could not look her in the eyes. He felt so guilty. He had heard all that Aragorn had said to her. Legolas didn't want it to be true, but deep down he knew it was *his* fault.
Arwen rushed to the injured Elf's side quickly. She held his hand and looked at his face. He was pale and cold but sweating. Arwen soon realised something. Legolas was scared. He was scared and he was guilty. She sensed it straight away. There was no way she could talk to him about anything now. Her grandmother's healers bustled about with towels and bandages and some sort of concoction in a silver goblet.
The prince hung his head. He could feel Arwen's piercing stare boring into him. His thoughts were disturbed when one of Galadriel's healers thrust a goblet of something under his nose. Taking it in his shaking hands he drank it quickly. It tasted like that pavement smells after rain. His whole body seemed to warm and cool at the same time, leaving him feeling a little steadier and stronger. Galadriel's healers really did work miracles.
Arwen waited until the healers seemed to settle a little before nodding at them. They smiled and gathered that she wanted them to leave for a while.
"Quel esta cunn Legolas." Tara, Lady Galadriel's head healer, said with a curtsy. Then she and the rest left the room. Leaving Arwen with Legolas.
"Legolas." She whispered. His head was back against the pillow. "Lasto beth nin." She whispered again.
Legolas heard and opened his eyes slowly. It took him a while to find his voice. "Arwen I-"
"Sssh. Legolas. I am so sorry. Look at what I have caused. So much pain and hurt."
Legolas shook his head carefully. "No Arwen. It is *I* who should be sorry. I heard what Aragorn said."
Arwen felt her eyes prick with tears. She opened her clenched fist revealing the ring Aragorn had returned to her. She could not contain her hurt and let the tears spill down her cheeks.
"Arwen melamin." Legolas enveloped her gently in his arms. "Elen síla lúmen omentilmo" he whispered into her ear. She raised her head and smiled.
"I don't know why I am so upset. He doesn't love me. He wouldn't walk away if he really loved me." She shook her head.
Legolas nodded. Though he did not agree. He badly wanted to talk to Aragorn. He badly wanted to return to the battle against Saruman. But the words of his father returned to him "One does not always get what one wants."
Arwen slipped her hand to her stomach suddenly. Legolas adjusted himself in his bed and reached out to her. "Arwen are you OK?"
"Hmm." Nodded the Evenstar weakly. "The babe stirs. All is well."
Legolas felt a sudden pang of guilt deep within him. Aragorn was fighting to the death along side so many of his friends because of his own carelessness. Because of himself. He looked at Arwen sadly. "Havo dad" he muttered.
Arwen did as she was told. She perched on the edge of the bed and stared at the closed door. Her mind was filled with pictures of battle, pain and death. It was awful.
"Arwen. I love you." Began Legolas. "I'm so sorry about what happened with Aragorn. I'd give anything to change it all and get him back to you." The prince paused for thought. "The ring is travelling to Rivendell, Arwen. I fear I shall have to leave soon."
Arwen jumped up. "But you are not nearly healed. You-you can't leave! What if you don't come back Legolas?"
"Arwen I promise I shall return. I shall follow you to the Gray Havens once I am back."
"What about Aragorn?" Arwen was suddenly all concerned about somebody who 'didn't love her'
"He-he may not make it back. Even if he does return Undomiel, you will have left for the Gray Havens. He will not be able to follow you there."
Arwen's eyes filled with tears. "Melamin." She whispered falling to her knees.
"Who?" Legolas demanded suddenly. "Who is your love Arwen? I understand not who you love. Somebody you cannot have or me? We never were and probably never will be Arwen. Because you cannot find your true feelings." Relief coursed through the Prince's veins. How long had he held that inside?
Too long.
Arwen raised her head to look into his eyes. She rubbed her eyes hard, drying her cheeks from the tears. Every emotion possible flickered through Arwen's eyes in a brief second..then it was gone and her face turned into a mask of indifference. No letting even a single emotion leak through.
The prince put up his own mask. Masking the guilt he felt from that look. That face. That wall.
"I'm sorry Arwen. But I must follow my path." He finally breathed before his tired eyes glazed over and he fell into the limbo of Elven sleep.
A/N Yea that sucks. I have awful writers block so I've waited for months to update. SO sorry people!!!!
Legolas awoke. He sat up suddenly and felt his whole body ache, with fatigue, pain from the wounds and from fear. Arwen was at the door. He glanced over briefly but could not look her in the eyes. He felt so guilty. He had heard all that Aragorn had said to her. Legolas didn't want it to be true, but deep down he knew it was *his* fault.
Arwen rushed to the injured Elf's side quickly. She held his hand and looked at his face. He was pale and cold but sweating. Arwen soon realised something. Legolas was scared. He was scared and he was guilty. She sensed it straight away. There was no way she could talk to him about anything now. Her grandmother's healers bustled about with towels and bandages and some sort of concoction in a silver goblet.
The prince hung his head. He could feel Arwen's piercing stare boring into him. His thoughts were disturbed when one of Galadriel's healers thrust a goblet of something under his nose. Taking it in his shaking hands he drank it quickly. It tasted like that pavement smells after rain. His whole body seemed to warm and cool at the same time, leaving him feeling a little steadier and stronger. Galadriel's healers really did work miracles.
Arwen waited until the healers seemed to settle a little before nodding at them. They smiled and gathered that she wanted them to leave for a while.
"Quel esta cunn Legolas." Tara, Lady Galadriel's head healer, said with a curtsy. Then she and the rest left the room. Leaving Arwen with Legolas.
"Legolas." She whispered. His head was back against the pillow. "Lasto beth nin." She whispered again.
Legolas heard and opened his eyes slowly. It took him a while to find his voice. "Arwen I-"
"Sssh. Legolas. I am so sorry. Look at what I have caused. So much pain and hurt."
Legolas shook his head carefully. "No Arwen. It is *I* who should be sorry. I heard what Aragorn said."
Arwen felt her eyes prick with tears. She opened her clenched fist revealing the ring Aragorn had returned to her. She could not contain her hurt and let the tears spill down her cheeks.
"Arwen melamin." Legolas enveloped her gently in his arms. "Elen síla lúmen omentilmo" he whispered into her ear. She raised her head and smiled.
"I don't know why I am so upset. He doesn't love me. He wouldn't walk away if he really loved me." She shook her head.
Legolas nodded. Though he did not agree. He badly wanted to talk to Aragorn. He badly wanted to return to the battle against Saruman. But the words of his father returned to him "One does not always get what one wants."
Arwen slipped her hand to her stomach suddenly. Legolas adjusted himself in his bed and reached out to her. "Arwen are you OK?"
"Hmm." Nodded the Evenstar weakly. "The babe stirs. All is well."
Legolas felt a sudden pang of guilt deep within him. Aragorn was fighting to the death along side so many of his friends because of his own carelessness. Because of himself. He looked at Arwen sadly. "Havo dad" he muttered.
Arwen did as she was told. She perched on the edge of the bed and stared at the closed door. Her mind was filled with pictures of battle, pain and death. It was awful.
"Arwen. I love you." Began Legolas. "I'm so sorry about what happened with Aragorn. I'd give anything to change it all and get him back to you." The prince paused for thought. "The ring is travelling to Rivendell, Arwen. I fear I shall have to leave soon."
Arwen jumped up. "But you are not nearly healed. You-you can't leave! What if you don't come back Legolas?"
"Arwen I promise I shall return. I shall follow you to the Gray Havens once I am back."
"What about Aragorn?" Arwen was suddenly all concerned about somebody who 'didn't love her'
"He-he may not make it back. Even if he does return Undomiel, you will have left for the Gray Havens. He will not be able to follow you there."
Arwen's eyes filled with tears. "Melamin." She whispered falling to her knees.
"Who?" Legolas demanded suddenly. "Who is your love Arwen? I understand not who you love. Somebody you cannot have or me? We never were and probably never will be Arwen. Because you cannot find your true feelings." Relief coursed through the Prince's veins. How long had he held that inside?
Too long.
Arwen raised her head to look into his eyes. She rubbed her eyes hard, drying her cheeks from the tears. Every emotion possible flickered through Arwen's eyes in a brief second..then it was gone and her face turned into a mask of indifference. No letting even a single emotion leak through.
The prince put up his own mask. Masking the guilt he felt from that look. That face. That wall.
"I'm sorry Arwen. But I must follow my path." He finally breathed before his tired eyes glazed over and he fell into the limbo of Elven sleep.
A/N Yea that sucks. I have awful writers block so I've waited for months to update. SO sorry people!!!!