Memories And Losing Faith
A/N: This is set in an A/U, so please do not flame me for getting things wrong.
Chapter 1: Dreams
A fair-haired Elf slowly made his way silently down the hall. Even his soft footsteps seemed to be echoing off the bare walls. He wasn't paying attention to anything his mind was elsewhere. He snapped out of his gaze as he heard distant crying and screaming. Frowning, he ran off towards the sounds.
When he arrived at the source of the screaming, he had the look of confusion upon his handsome features. Being carried out of a room was Erin, King Ellesar's eldest daughter. She was kicking and screaming. Tears were running down her face, and they weren't tears of joy.
The person looked over as he heard silent sobbing coming from within the room. He walked in front of the doorway and slowly opened the door. He froze.
Lying on a bed was King Ellesar. His hands were folded over his chest, his eyes were closed, and he was lying perfectly straight. He would have looked liked he was sleeping but his chest wasn't moving.
Legolas frowned as he saw Arwen, Ellesar's wife, sitting next to him, stroking his forehead with silent tears running down her cheeks. "Estel? Arwen? What is going on?" The person asked. Arwen shot her head up and looked at the person in front of her. "Legolas, I did not hear you enter." She replied softly. A look of sadness was in her clear gray eyes. She was as pale as clouds; around her eyes it was puffy and flush. A look of concern joined in with the look of confusion. "You did not answer my question, mellon nin. What is going on?" Legolas repeated himself. "It is Estel. He...he is gone." Arwen replied in a crackly voice and looked away from Legolas. Legolas opened his eyes wide, now knowing why his friend was like this. "W...what? You... you mean... he is... dead?" Legolas asked, stuttering in shock. Arwen only nodded sadly.
Legolas sat down on a near by chair and stared at a vase of flowers that stood on a table next to the closet door. Those last words that Arwen had said repeated through his mind, making him go deeper and deeper into despair. He didn't want to hear it!
Legolas woke up in a cold sweat. He heaved in and out and looked around. Taking in around his surroundings, he noticed that he was still in the guest room at Aragorn's palace.
He fell backwards onto his pillow and put his hands over his eyes.
TBC... I would like to know what you think. I know this chapter is short, but I promise, I'll try to make the next chapter longer.
A/N: This is set in an A/U, so please do not flame me for getting things wrong.
Chapter 1: Dreams
A fair-haired Elf slowly made his way silently down the hall. Even his soft footsteps seemed to be echoing off the bare walls. He wasn't paying attention to anything his mind was elsewhere. He snapped out of his gaze as he heard distant crying and screaming. Frowning, he ran off towards the sounds.
When he arrived at the source of the screaming, he had the look of confusion upon his handsome features. Being carried out of a room was Erin, King Ellesar's eldest daughter. She was kicking and screaming. Tears were running down her face, and they weren't tears of joy.
The person looked over as he heard silent sobbing coming from within the room. He walked in front of the doorway and slowly opened the door. He froze.
Lying on a bed was King Ellesar. His hands were folded over his chest, his eyes were closed, and he was lying perfectly straight. He would have looked liked he was sleeping but his chest wasn't moving.
Legolas frowned as he saw Arwen, Ellesar's wife, sitting next to him, stroking his forehead with silent tears running down her cheeks. "Estel? Arwen? What is going on?" The person asked. Arwen shot her head up and looked at the person in front of her. "Legolas, I did not hear you enter." She replied softly. A look of sadness was in her clear gray eyes. She was as pale as clouds; around her eyes it was puffy and flush. A look of concern joined in with the look of confusion. "You did not answer my question, mellon nin. What is going on?" Legolas repeated himself. "It is Estel. He...he is gone." Arwen replied in a crackly voice and looked away from Legolas. Legolas opened his eyes wide, now knowing why his friend was like this. "W...what? You... you mean... he is... dead?" Legolas asked, stuttering in shock. Arwen only nodded sadly.
Legolas sat down on a near by chair and stared at a vase of flowers that stood on a table next to the closet door. Those last words that Arwen had said repeated through his mind, making him go deeper and deeper into despair. He didn't want to hear it!
Legolas woke up in a cold sweat. He heaved in and out and looked around. Taking in around his surroundings, he noticed that he was still in the guest room at Aragorn's palace.
He fell backwards onto his pillow and put his hands over his eyes.
TBC... I would like to know what you think. I know this chapter is short, but I promise, I'll try to make the next chapter longer.