See Chapter I for Disclaimer-
A/N: Thank you to my dear reviewers, it is very much appreciated. U turn my whole day around. Keep reading and reviewing! ^_^ I don't know if it was confused for some of u but this is a songfic, featuring lyrics used by Evanescence. I'll have // to indicate them now to make it easier to tell, since FF.net screws up my italics..._
Chapter II.
The fair prince of Mirkwood drifted through the desolate wood of Eryn Lasgalen. Only he was left to his home now. His people and family had all sailed away and alone he was in the wood that bore him. Clad in black, he wandered through the thicket of twisted trees, his cloak trailing behind him. He was alone in the world now. All had passed out of the circles of the living and had further pushed the dagger into his heart. Undomiel had diminished into the abandoned wood of Lothlorien, much like he had done here. Whether she had passed or still yet lingered there, he did not know.
The Elf softly sang a requiem as he strode one, lamenting with what soul was left to him in his heavenly voice. He remembered and imagined. He heard things and saw thing sin his mind. He hardly knew what was real and what wasn't anymore. He could not fathom it. How could all the love, passion, joy, grief, fury, loyalty, nobility, glory simply dissapear? How could all of it go from being so vividly real to only memories? He himself was only a memory now. There was naught left for him here. He would sail away to Valinor and hope to find peace there.
~*~
" Two, Master Elf. "
" I'm on 17."
" What? I'll have no pointy-ear outscoring me."
~*~
" He-hello."
" Why, hello, dear Perian. What is your name? "
" S-Sam."
" I'm Legolas. Pleased to meet you. I've never met a Hobbit before."
" I've never-never really met an Elf, myself. I hear they like nature, though."
" Indeed. I love nature. I am rather fond of trees, actually."
" I'm a gardener."
" Really? Why, it seems we have common interests, then."
" Yes, I suppose, Mr. Legolas."
~*~
" Legolas."
" Milady."
" Please, just call me Eowyn. And do stop bowing. You're so princely, dear Legolas."
" Hmm, well I am a prince, after all. It seems I'll never escape that."
" Oh, it's not so bad being royal. I am glad I'm not a queen, however. Lady Arwen is a much more suitable queen, the dear. I'm quite happy with being Eowyn, Lady of Ithilien. "
" I am glad you are contented. Ithilien is a very lovely place, indeed. I am glad to be a lord of a colony rather than prince of Mirkwood."
" Are not you needed in your kingdom, Legolas?"
" Nay, milady. Eryn Lasgalen diminishes as my people sail west. There is not much left for me to do."
" Ah, I am sorry, Legolas."
" Nay, there is no need for apology. It is the fate of all Elves to sail way."
~*~
" Undomiel."
" Legolas."
" Long has it been since I last met with thee, my dear friend."
" A star shines upon the hour of our meeting, Greenleaf."
" Evenstar, thou are more lovely than when I last saw thee."
" Thank you for your kind words. I have missed your company. And now, you go again to an uncertain fate. May the light of the Valar go with thee, Legolas, and all the fellowship."
" He will come back, Arwen."
" All my heart hopes for it, yet I cannot be sure he will.
" He would not forsake your love."
" Nay, you know that full well, dear Greenleaf. He would not forsake yours either."
" I bid thee farewell, Undomiel."
" Navaer, Legolas. Watch over him. Bring him back to me."
~*~
" 'Ere since the day I looked upon thee, have I loved thee as my brother."
" Legolas."
" I would forsake it all if only to never be parted from thee, mellonin Even my immortality."
" Do not speak of such things, Legolas. I could not bear another to give such a gift to me. Not one as dear to me as you. I already bear the Evenstar, though I am loath to see her fade."
" It is true, Estel. Undomiel's love surpasses all other things. And just as she loves thee without bounds, so do I love thee."
" Legolas."
" Thou art my best friend, Estel. By brother.in here." He pressed Estel's hand to his heart. Blue eyes and gray locked in deep intensity.
" I bind myself to thee."
~*~
Legolas' eyes snapped open, as he bolted up in bed. A gasp escaped him and he panted heavily. A tear escaped his brilliant azure eyes, and then another. His dream had been so vivid. And so true. He dropped his gaze, before noticing the twilight of morning outside. Another day. He slowly left his bed and stood, opening the wardrobe across from his bed. From it, he withdrew some clothes randomly picked out. He didn't care what they were, as long as they were clothes. Off came his light and airy silver-blue nightclothes, and his signature colors of brown and green replaced them. His soft, suede boots were by the door. He slipped into them easily, yet before he left the room, another opened the door.
" Good morning, Legolas ", greeted Faramir cheerfully.
" Morning ", the elf murmured in reply.
" Interested in sitting to breakfast with me? Eowyn feels like sleeping in ", he referred to his wife with a fond smile. Lovely to see true love like that, Legolas thought in his subconscious. Nor unlike Aragorn and Arwen.
" Certainly, milord."
" Legolas, when will you learn? Just call me Faramir. You're too dear a friend to maintain formalities ", Faramir said with a fond grin.
Legolas only offered a weak smile. Faramir turned away to go to the dining hall with the Elf following quietly behind. Soon enough, both were seated to a light, refreshing breakfast, conversing quietly. Faramir's and Legolas' personality matched well, both quiet and intelligent, as well as reserved.
" Eowyn thought perhaps something was amiss with you, Legolas. Are you all right? " Faramir queried.
" Peace, Faramir. All bodes well with me ", Legolas replied calmly.
Don't want your hand this time, I'll save myself
" You have seemed restless of late, Legolas. Have your dreams been troubled? " Faramir went on to ask as he bit into a bright plum.
" Nay, Faramir. It has been the dreamless sleep of Elves ", Legolas told him with a very faint smile.
Maybe I'll wake up for once
" Well, fortunate for you Elves, sleep may pass undisturbed by dreams or nightmares. Humans aren't so lucky, although sometimes our dreams can be very pleasant indeed ", mused Faramir.
" Ah, like dreams of the golden-haired one who sleeps beside thee? " Legolas countered slyly, with a smile that was a bit more defined.
Faramir laughed and smiled warmly at the Elf.
" You read me well, Legolas. Yet you cannot deny Eowyn is a lovely thing to dream of ", Faramir said lightly as he sipped his drink.
Legolas watched Faramir sadly for a moment. Immediately, he saw Faramir flash before him in his mind like his dream. Then Eowyn, Eomer, Gimli, the Hobbits, Arwen, and Aragorn after. He prevented himself from grimacing in pain and melancholy. He felt weakened by dread and anguish, yet he masked it once again.
Not tormented daily, defeated by you
" I think I shall go for a stroll. It's a lovely morning ", Legolas told Faramir.
" Indeed. Good day, Legolas ", Faramir bid him goodbye good naturedly.
" Until later, mellonin."
Legolas wandered off to the gardens, his hands clasped behind his back. His soft,bright eyes drifted hither and thither, noticing the sky and the clouds, the trees and flowers, every color and detail. All so beautiful and calming. The Elf sat down upon one of the stone benches and let himself get lost in thought. All that surrounded him now, every petal, and every leaf would wither and die. It was as if he was a tree and all that he loved were his leaves. One day, they would fall, one by one, and wither to dust. He could not cling to them. Yet even whilst the leaves fell away, the tree would remain, still standing yet bare. He felt himself sinking into despair. He knew he would fade if it did not cease.
Just when I thought I reached the bottom
The wind rustled the foliage, caused the delicate flowers to sway, and caressed his silvery golden tresses. It touched his face so lightly it was barely there, like a feather brush. He slipped his eyes closed. Aragorn's face flashed in his mind, a snippet of a memory in which his brother in heart stroked his face sadly and comfortingly. Another flash, and it was Arwen, bidding him farewell in Imladris the day the fellowship had left for their quest. Yet another, and Eowyn stood behind him, with a hand on his shoulder, comforting him in his despair for Aragorn's fall during Helm's Deep. Then she vanished and Faramir's gentle touch upon the same shoulder lingered there. Eomer's lenient and callused hand closed over his own as the Rohan warrior gave him the reins to a horse.
Legolas opened his eyes again. He would never escape it. Each memory, each haunting touch laced with love, wrapped his heart in despair and wounded his soul. He shuddered and surpressed a whimper as his eyes burned with unshed tears.
I'm dying again
Legolas left the bench and went to lie in the grass beneath the boughs of a tree. He curled up into a ball and gazed into nothingness as the thoughts washed him over, his slim form trembling for moment. He closed his eyes and an unseen tear escaped him, falling to bead a blade of grass. He gasped and nearly jerked when he felt, perhaps imagined, Aragorn moving near to him and embracing him from behind. He opened his eyes and Arwen lay gazing at him with her own dark, blue eyes. Sharply, he inhaled and turned to lie on his back. Before the foliage and patches of sky soothed him, Eowyn and Faramir smiled down upon him for a split second. After,he lay on his back, stretched out over the grass and staring into the beauty of the tree's canopy. Laughter, whispers, singing, weeping. The leaves rustled in the wind again.
I'm going under
Drowning in you
I'm falling forever
I've got to break through
I'm going under
The solitary and fair figure of the Lady Eowyn stood framed in one of the upped windows, staring down at the Elf who lay restlessly in her gardens. Her eyes were troubled. Something was amiss Legolas. She just didn't know what. He was still for a while now.
Legolas panted as he lay there, gazing fixedly above. He could not be free of this strangling despair. His fate was unavoidable. Perhaps he should put a stop to this. He could make his own end. If he were to go to Mandos instead of Valinor, he could be with them all in the afterlife. Together would they dwell in the fields and the Hall of Manwe. All memories and choices, thoughts, imaginings blurred in his head. All he knew that was grief was taking him over. If he did nothing, it would kill him one day.
Blurring and stirring the thoughts in my head
So I don't what's real and what's not
Always confusing the thoughts in my head
So I can't trust myself anymore
I'm dying again
A/N: Thank you to my dear reviewers, it is very much appreciated. U turn my whole day around. Keep reading and reviewing! ^_^ I don't know if it was confused for some of u but this is a songfic, featuring lyrics used by Evanescence. I'll have // to indicate them now to make it easier to tell, since FF.net screws up my italics..._
Chapter II.
The fair prince of Mirkwood drifted through the desolate wood of Eryn Lasgalen. Only he was left to his home now. His people and family had all sailed away and alone he was in the wood that bore him. Clad in black, he wandered through the thicket of twisted trees, his cloak trailing behind him. He was alone in the world now. All had passed out of the circles of the living and had further pushed the dagger into his heart. Undomiel had diminished into the abandoned wood of Lothlorien, much like he had done here. Whether she had passed or still yet lingered there, he did not know.
The Elf softly sang a requiem as he strode one, lamenting with what soul was left to him in his heavenly voice. He remembered and imagined. He heard things and saw thing sin his mind. He hardly knew what was real and what wasn't anymore. He could not fathom it. How could all the love, passion, joy, grief, fury, loyalty, nobility, glory simply dissapear? How could all of it go from being so vividly real to only memories? He himself was only a memory now. There was naught left for him here. He would sail away to Valinor and hope to find peace there.
~*~
" Two, Master Elf. "
" I'm on 17."
" What? I'll have no pointy-ear outscoring me."
~*~
" He-hello."
" Why, hello, dear Perian. What is your name? "
" S-Sam."
" I'm Legolas. Pleased to meet you. I've never met a Hobbit before."
" I've never-never really met an Elf, myself. I hear they like nature, though."
" Indeed. I love nature. I am rather fond of trees, actually."
" I'm a gardener."
" Really? Why, it seems we have common interests, then."
" Yes, I suppose, Mr. Legolas."
~*~
" Legolas."
" Milady."
" Please, just call me Eowyn. And do stop bowing. You're so princely, dear Legolas."
" Hmm, well I am a prince, after all. It seems I'll never escape that."
" Oh, it's not so bad being royal. I am glad I'm not a queen, however. Lady Arwen is a much more suitable queen, the dear. I'm quite happy with being Eowyn, Lady of Ithilien. "
" I am glad you are contented. Ithilien is a very lovely place, indeed. I am glad to be a lord of a colony rather than prince of Mirkwood."
" Are not you needed in your kingdom, Legolas?"
" Nay, milady. Eryn Lasgalen diminishes as my people sail west. There is not much left for me to do."
" Ah, I am sorry, Legolas."
" Nay, there is no need for apology. It is the fate of all Elves to sail way."
~*~
" Undomiel."
" Legolas."
" Long has it been since I last met with thee, my dear friend."
" A star shines upon the hour of our meeting, Greenleaf."
" Evenstar, thou are more lovely than when I last saw thee."
" Thank you for your kind words. I have missed your company. And now, you go again to an uncertain fate. May the light of the Valar go with thee, Legolas, and all the fellowship."
" He will come back, Arwen."
" All my heart hopes for it, yet I cannot be sure he will.
" He would not forsake your love."
" Nay, you know that full well, dear Greenleaf. He would not forsake yours either."
" I bid thee farewell, Undomiel."
" Navaer, Legolas. Watch over him. Bring him back to me."
~*~
" 'Ere since the day I looked upon thee, have I loved thee as my brother."
" Legolas."
" I would forsake it all if only to never be parted from thee, mellonin Even my immortality."
" Do not speak of such things, Legolas. I could not bear another to give such a gift to me. Not one as dear to me as you. I already bear the Evenstar, though I am loath to see her fade."
" It is true, Estel. Undomiel's love surpasses all other things. And just as she loves thee without bounds, so do I love thee."
" Legolas."
" Thou art my best friend, Estel. By brother.in here." He pressed Estel's hand to his heart. Blue eyes and gray locked in deep intensity.
" I bind myself to thee."
~*~
Legolas' eyes snapped open, as he bolted up in bed. A gasp escaped him and he panted heavily. A tear escaped his brilliant azure eyes, and then another. His dream had been so vivid. And so true. He dropped his gaze, before noticing the twilight of morning outside. Another day. He slowly left his bed and stood, opening the wardrobe across from his bed. From it, he withdrew some clothes randomly picked out. He didn't care what they were, as long as they were clothes. Off came his light and airy silver-blue nightclothes, and his signature colors of brown and green replaced them. His soft, suede boots were by the door. He slipped into them easily, yet before he left the room, another opened the door.
" Good morning, Legolas ", greeted Faramir cheerfully.
" Morning ", the elf murmured in reply.
" Interested in sitting to breakfast with me? Eowyn feels like sleeping in ", he referred to his wife with a fond smile. Lovely to see true love like that, Legolas thought in his subconscious. Nor unlike Aragorn and Arwen.
" Certainly, milord."
" Legolas, when will you learn? Just call me Faramir. You're too dear a friend to maintain formalities ", Faramir said with a fond grin.
Legolas only offered a weak smile. Faramir turned away to go to the dining hall with the Elf following quietly behind. Soon enough, both were seated to a light, refreshing breakfast, conversing quietly. Faramir's and Legolas' personality matched well, both quiet and intelligent, as well as reserved.
" Eowyn thought perhaps something was amiss with you, Legolas. Are you all right? " Faramir queried.
" Peace, Faramir. All bodes well with me ", Legolas replied calmly.
Don't want your hand this time, I'll save myself
" You have seemed restless of late, Legolas. Have your dreams been troubled? " Faramir went on to ask as he bit into a bright plum.
" Nay, Faramir. It has been the dreamless sleep of Elves ", Legolas told him with a very faint smile.
Maybe I'll wake up for once
" Well, fortunate for you Elves, sleep may pass undisturbed by dreams or nightmares. Humans aren't so lucky, although sometimes our dreams can be very pleasant indeed ", mused Faramir.
" Ah, like dreams of the golden-haired one who sleeps beside thee? " Legolas countered slyly, with a smile that was a bit more defined.
Faramir laughed and smiled warmly at the Elf.
" You read me well, Legolas. Yet you cannot deny Eowyn is a lovely thing to dream of ", Faramir said lightly as he sipped his drink.
Legolas watched Faramir sadly for a moment. Immediately, he saw Faramir flash before him in his mind like his dream. Then Eowyn, Eomer, Gimli, the Hobbits, Arwen, and Aragorn after. He prevented himself from grimacing in pain and melancholy. He felt weakened by dread and anguish, yet he masked it once again.
Not tormented daily, defeated by you
" I think I shall go for a stroll. It's a lovely morning ", Legolas told Faramir.
" Indeed. Good day, Legolas ", Faramir bid him goodbye good naturedly.
" Until later, mellonin."
Legolas wandered off to the gardens, his hands clasped behind his back. His soft,bright eyes drifted hither and thither, noticing the sky and the clouds, the trees and flowers, every color and detail. All so beautiful and calming. The Elf sat down upon one of the stone benches and let himself get lost in thought. All that surrounded him now, every petal, and every leaf would wither and die. It was as if he was a tree and all that he loved were his leaves. One day, they would fall, one by one, and wither to dust. He could not cling to them. Yet even whilst the leaves fell away, the tree would remain, still standing yet bare. He felt himself sinking into despair. He knew he would fade if it did not cease.
Just when I thought I reached the bottom
The wind rustled the foliage, caused the delicate flowers to sway, and caressed his silvery golden tresses. It touched his face so lightly it was barely there, like a feather brush. He slipped his eyes closed. Aragorn's face flashed in his mind, a snippet of a memory in which his brother in heart stroked his face sadly and comfortingly. Another flash, and it was Arwen, bidding him farewell in Imladris the day the fellowship had left for their quest. Yet another, and Eowyn stood behind him, with a hand on his shoulder, comforting him in his despair for Aragorn's fall during Helm's Deep. Then she vanished and Faramir's gentle touch upon the same shoulder lingered there. Eomer's lenient and callused hand closed over his own as the Rohan warrior gave him the reins to a horse.
Legolas opened his eyes again. He would never escape it. Each memory, each haunting touch laced with love, wrapped his heart in despair and wounded his soul. He shuddered and surpressed a whimper as his eyes burned with unshed tears.
I'm dying again
Legolas left the bench and went to lie in the grass beneath the boughs of a tree. He curled up into a ball and gazed into nothingness as the thoughts washed him over, his slim form trembling for moment. He closed his eyes and an unseen tear escaped him, falling to bead a blade of grass. He gasped and nearly jerked when he felt, perhaps imagined, Aragorn moving near to him and embracing him from behind. He opened his eyes and Arwen lay gazing at him with her own dark, blue eyes. Sharply, he inhaled and turned to lie on his back. Before the foliage and patches of sky soothed him, Eowyn and Faramir smiled down upon him for a split second. After,he lay on his back, stretched out over the grass and staring into the beauty of the tree's canopy. Laughter, whispers, singing, weeping. The leaves rustled in the wind again.
I'm going under
Drowning in you
I'm falling forever
I've got to break through
I'm going under
The solitary and fair figure of the Lady Eowyn stood framed in one of the upped windows, staring down at the Elf who lay restlessly in her gardens. Her eyes were troubled. Something was amiss Legolas. She just didn't know what. He was still for a while now.
Legolas panted as he lay there, gazing fixedly above. He could not be free of this strangling despair. His fate was unavoidable. Perhaps he should put a stop to this. He could make his own end. If he were to go to Mandos instead of Valinor, he could be with them all in the afterlife. Together would they dwell in the fields and the Hall of Manwe. All memories and choices, thoughts, imaginings blurred in his head. All he knew that was grief was taking him over. If he did nothing, it would kill him one day.
Blurring and stirring the thoughts in my head
So I don't what's real and what's not
Always confusing the thoughts in my head
So I can't trust myself anymore
I'm dying again