And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest thing to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight
And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything seems like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know your alive
And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am.
--Iris by Goo Goo Dolls
Kdokie
All except Erinel belongs to the all mighty Tolkien.
~*~*Facing Fate*~*~
~*Chapter 5: Memories*~
She had left a little while ago. She was confused as to how Legolas couldn't remember her, or all that happened to her. Erinel ran back to her room.
~*Legolas*~
He didn't know her. It was impossible for him to. Erinel was gone, out of grasp, out of reach. Gone. But this she-elf seemed so much like her, her beauty, her elegance. She seemed to be her, but he knew she wasn't.
~*Erinel*~
She had tried to sleep, but it still disturbed her; how could he forget about her? How could he not know her? These questions still confused her. Not long after, she forgot about the troubles of her day, and fell asleep.
**Dream/Flashback (thingy)**
She had been bored that day, almost all day she had sat and read. She did the same for the rest of the day.
Legolas had been called upon by his father, and she had no other true friends, no one she could rely upon as much as him. Her door was locked, like it normally was. When she left, her mother told her to leave her door locked. She didn't understand why, but obeyed, for her mother was always aware, and knew exactly what she was talking about.
Erilen was alone that day, lost and confused, and that was the day she had a near death experience.
She unlocked the door, and walked down to the kitchens. She knew what she was doing. She walked to the fridge and drew out an orange, then went back to her room. When she got there, there was already someone there.
"May I help you?" She asked, slightly annoyed that someone was in her room, without her knowing. Normally, she would let Legolas in, his father and perhaps guards, but no strangers.
"Are you Erinel?" The stranger replied. He was an elf. His eyes were dark. She could see something in them that scared her, something that told her to run away, fast. His hair was black, as dark as the night sky.
"Who wishes to know?"
"Forgive me, I am Huiloomin,"
"And what is your business in my chamber?"
"Looking for the lady Erinel."
"And why is it you are looking for her?"
"I am a friend of a friend, who has some business to deliver."
"What business is that?"
"I cannot say unless I know who you are"
"I am the one you seek," She said, backing closer to the door
"Well, that's fine then. I am a friend of your mothers"
"What is it that you have come for?"
"You" He said in a harsh tone. He moved towards her, holding something behind him. She was scared now, and mentally kicking herself for not trusting her instincts. She started to peel the orange in her hand, throwing the skin at him. She had no idea what it would do, but it seemed like o good thing to do.
He moved closer to her, taking in her space. He moved closer, pushing her against the wall. She started to whimper. He was told she was tougher than this, but she was clearly not. She was about to scream, but he covered her mouth with his available hand, the other was still behind his back, holding something.
She bit his hand, giving her a moment to scream, but it got caught in her throat. He punched her, and removed his hand from behind his back. He was holding a dagger, with a blue hilt and a purple blade. The blade had a red substance on it, clearly blood. She tried to scream again, this time not getting caught in her throat, but he put his hand over her mouth again. He removed it quickly, so she didn't bite it, instead, he replaced it with a kiss. Not a kiss of love, but a kiss of hunger and control.
She couldn't scream again, he would just do it again. Instead, she squeezed the orange in her hand tight, right in his face, burning his eyes. This was her chance. She fumbled with the key in her hand, unlocking the door. Then she ran, beating on any door she could find.
"Somebody help me!" She screamed as loud as she could, hurting her throat. She was sure someone would hear her, but clearly nobody did, as no one helped her. She was alone. She kept running, the bottom of her dress becoming ripped.
She ran outside, dodging trees and logs, trying to find her way to somewhere she would be safe. But there was no-where. Not even somewhere she could hide for a minute to let him pass her.
Then she lost her balance. She tripped over, falling to the ground. Her knee was grazed, and her dress was torn. She got up, but she was to late, he was already there, behind her. She kicked his shin to slow him down. She ran again.
She was tired and exhausted, but she pushed on. She had to find somewhere, even if it meant the High Court. It seemed so far but she kept running. Then came the moment she would do anything to undo. She fell over a root sticking up out of the ground.
He was now standing over her. She crawled backwards kicking up dirt at him, but it didn't go very far.
"Help!!! Somebody please!!!" She shouted, but no one heard her.
"What is the point? No one is around; no one can hear you. You are alone. I am the only other, and soon I will be the only."
She started to cry. Tears were streaming down her face.
"You think anyone will care that you're dead? No one will notice you're missing. You'll be there one day and gone the next."
"You're wrong!" she forced herself to believe "I will be noticed, I will be missed! They'll hunt you down, and they won't rest until you're dead!"
She stood up again, almost tripping when she did. He slapped her, the ring he wore scraping her cheek. She spat at him. She had no idea how she had become so feeble and weak, why she wasn't fighting as well as she could. It just made him angry, approaching towards her. With every step he moved towards her, she stepped back. Then her back was against a tree.
"Here you are now, defenseless and weak. Why are you so? You were meant to be tough, hard to kill, but here I am now, ready to strike at any moment."
He razed the dagger to her throat. It pierced her, but she wasn't afraid any more He could kill her, but he to would be killed. She remained still, breathing slowly, then she grabbed his hand and directed the blade to him. She moved forward, causing him to move back.
"Tell me, before I kill you, who sent you?" She said, her voice still quivering.
"Why are you still afraid of me?" He asked her, almost laughing at her fear.
"Because at any moment, you can turn this blade around and direct it at me."
After he said it, he did, the dagger caressing her soft skin at her chest. He moved the glade deeper, and moved it down, her dress tearing as he did so. She then screamed in pain, her voice filling every corner. He then quickly removed it and punched her, stopping her cry and filling her mouth with blood.
He stabbed himself in the chest and put her hands on the blade.
"I may be gone, but there will be others." He said.
Within seconds, there were archers around her, all aiming arrows at her.
**End dream/flashback (thingy)**
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