Hihi again! I'm back already with the final chapter! If I get loads of
reviews for this, I might think about posting the sequel... *hinthint!*
Ok...so, to reviewers!
Kawaii Elf Girl: THREE!? *faints* too many peeps! and I'm not saying if anyone dies... *evil innocent smirk* Kogura: Half wolf demon, half elf?! COOL MATCH!!!! My rpg charrie, Shi, is half Nazgul/half elf! Gloriollas: thankyou!
Deana: yep, he is, but then he isn't! here's the next and final part! :D
Lizzie: LIZZIE!!! You get so emotional in your reviews!!! I love it!!! I dunno if i'd say he's worse than Sauron, but, he's certainly not good! By the way, I *love* your sign in name!!! It's soooo cool! :D
On with the final chapter!!!
It was hours later, and beginning to grow dark when Galadriel finally found them. She looked exhausted, and was very quiet. "I have seen the visions that Morrigan gave him. They still haunt him, and how he has lasted this long I do not know. I cannot get him to speak, nor take any nourishment, but he is at last beginning to respond to the fact that there are others around." she turned as Aragorn stood up and walked past her, heading for the door.
"If you are going to see him, I think it would be good. He should have some company, and although you may not see any visible change, believe me when I say that he is beginning to heal inside. However, the bridges that have been built are still very fragile, and could collapse at any time. Do not push him." she warned gently. "I will be back soon."
On his way to get back to Legolas, Aragorn had to pass Thranduil's room. As he did, he heard a conversation going on inside. Recognising the voices, he stopped at the open door. The king had finally awoken, and Elrond was explaining what had happened. Thranduil was still very ill, and the poison was still having some effect. Elrond had done most of the talking, but it seemed that he would recover.
He carried on to Legolas' room, and went in. It was as if he had never left. The elf still sat in the same place, with his knees brought up to his chest, and watching some far away place. This time however, when he looked at Aragorn, he did seem to recognise him. /Well it's a start/, he thought.
"Legolas, how do you feel? Are you alright?" he tried gently. No reply. Aragorn sat down where he had before, and started talking quietly to his friend of this and that, anything that might keep his mind off of what had happened.
And that was how Galadriel found them when she entered, over an hour later. Aragorn still sat talking to the prince, and now and again, he would almost get a respnse. It was never anything more than a hint of a nod, or a faint movement, but it was something.
.
In the weeks that followed, things were slowly starting to get back to normal. Thranduil had recovered from his wound, although it seemed the poison had some long lasting effects. Every now and again, he would have to stop and rest when wave of the sickness and nausea took him by surprise. They had made progress with Legolas as well. He still refused to talk, but he would respond to people, and was up and about as well. Aragorn had even managed to get a brief smile out of him, although his mood didn't stay light for long. All the time, there was a haunted look to his eyes that betrayed him, and it broke Aragorn's heart to see it. But still, they were making progress, slight as it might be.
.
Aragorn had decided to risk everything one morning by asking if Legolas would visit his brother. To his surprise, Legolas had agreed. They had almost reached Turion's cell when Legolas stopped.
"What is it? Are you alright?" Aragorn asked. "We can do this another time if you want."
Rather than turning around and going back up like Aragorn had expected, Legolas kept on going. The guards opened the door, and Aragorn went in first. He turned around immediately and tried to stop Legolas.
"Wait. Don't go in there."
Legolas paid no heed, and stepped past Aragorn. He froze where he stood, then crossed the room with lightning speed to kneel beside the body of Turion. Somehow, Turion had managed to keep one of his knives when they had brought him here, and he had apparantly decided that there was no other option. Aragorn crossed the small distance to kneel beside Legolas. As he got nearer, he heard that for the first time in weeks, he was speaking. Aragorn heard him whispering Turions name, but there was no response. Aragorn had called the guards, who insisted that they had checked on him only minutes earlier.
Aragorn touched his friend's shoulder lightly, "Legolas, I'm so sorry."
When Legolas looked up, Aragorn saw that the haunted look had left him, and had been replace by one of something the man couldn't name...grief? Anger? Whatever it was, it was intense.
"Don't be." he replied, and left the room. Aragorn ran after him a moment later.
"Where are you going?"
"My father needs to be told of this." was all he would say.
.
Months had passed, and now there seemed to be no visible effects of the ordeal on either Legolas or his father. Both were still grieving, as was most of the kingdom. Two centuries ago, they had lost one of their own. Now they had found him again, albeit changed for the worse, and this time they had lost him for real. The entire thing had reopened old wounds, but they were slowly starting to heal.
Aragorn sat in the gardens of the palace, thinking about the conversation he had just had with Legolas.
"Do you remember the day when Turion died?" Legolas had asked. He carried on at the ranger's nod, "when I stopped in the passage?" Aragorn had stayed silent, waiting for him to carry on. "I once told you that the reason I refused to believe that he was dead the first time was that I thought that if he had died, I would have known, would have felt it." he paused for a moment, and the only sounds had been the birds in the trees around them. "That was why I stopped. Aragorn, it happened right then. I was right - I felt it. It was like part of my soul had been ripped away."
THE END!!! *points at review button*
you know what to do.... :D
Ok...so, to reviewers!
Kawaii Elf Girl: THREE!? *faints* too many peeps! and I'm not saying if anyone dies... *evil innocent smirk* Kogura: Half wolf demon, half elf?! COOL MATCH!!!! My rpg charrie, Shi, is half Nazgul/half elf! Gloriollas: thankyou!
Deana: yep, he is, but then he isn't! here's the next and final part! :D
Lizzie: LIZZIE!!! You get so emotional in your reviews!!! I love it!!! I dunno if i'd say he's worse than Sauron, but, he's certainly not good! By the way, I *love* your sign in name!!! It's soooo cool! :D
On with the final chapter!!!
It was hours later, and beginning to grow dark when Galadriel finally found them. She looked exhausted, and was very quiet. "I have seen the visions that Morrigan gave him. They still haunt him, and how he has lasted this long I do not know. I cannot get him to speak, nor take any nourishment, but he is at last beginning to respond to the fact that there are others around." she turned as Aragorn stood up and walked past her, heading for the door.
"If you are going to see him, I think it would be good. He should have some company, and although you may not see any visible change, believe me when I say that he is beginning to heal inside. However, the bridges that have been built are still very fragile, and could collapse at any time. Do not push him." she warned gently. "I will be back soon."
On his way to get back to Legolas, Aragorn had to pass Thranduil's room. As he did, he heard a conversation going on inside. Recognising the voices, he stopped at the open door. The king had finally awoken, and Elrond was explaining what had happened. Thranduil was still very ill, and the poison was still having some effect. Elrond had done most of the talking, but it seemed that he would recover.
He carried on to Legolas' room, and went in. It was as if he had never left. The elf still sat in the same place, with his knees brought up to his chest, and watching some far away place. This time however, when he looked at Aragorn, he did seem to recognise him. /Well it's a start/, he thought.
"Legolas, how do you feel? Are you alright?" he tried gently. No reply. Aragorn sat down where he had before, and started talking quietly to his friend of this and that, anything that might keep his mind off of what had happened.
And that was how Galadriel found them when she entered, over an hour later. Aragorn still sat talking to the prince, and now and again, he would almost get a respnse. It was never anything more than a hint of a nod, or a faint movement, but it was something.
.
In the weeks that followed, things were slowly starting to get back to normal. Thranduil had recovered from his wound, although it seemed the poison had some long lasting effects. Every now and again, he would have to stop and rest when wave of the sickness and nausea took him by surprise. They had made progress with Legolas as well. He still refused to talk, but he would respond to people, and was up and about as well. Aragorn had even managed to get a brief smile out of him, although his mood didn't stay light for long. All the time, there was a haunted look to his eyes that betrayed him, and it broke Aragorn's heart to see it. But still, they were making progress, slight as it might be.
.
Aragorn had decided to risk everything one morning by asking if Legolas would visit his brother. To his surprise, Legolas had agreed. They had almost reached Turion's cell when Legolas stopped.
"What is it? Are you alright?" Aragorn asked. "We can do this another time if you want."
Rather than turning around and going back up like Aragorn had expected, Legolas kept on going. The guards opened the door, and Aragorn went in first. He turned around immediately and tried to stop Legolas.
"Wait. Don't go in there."
Legolas paid no heed, and stepped past Aragorn. He froze where he stood, then crossed the room with lightning speed to kneel beside the body of Turion. Somehow, Turion had managed to keep one of his knives when they had brought him here, and he had apparantly decided that there was no other option. Aragorn crossed the small distance to kneel beside Legolas. As he got nearer, he heard that for the first time in weeks, he was speaking. Aragorn heard him whispering Turions name, but there was no response. Aragorn had called the guards, who insisted that they had checked on him only minutes earlier.
Aragorn touched his friend's shoulder lightly, "Legolas, I'm so sorry."
When Legolas looked up, Aragorn saw that the haunted look had left him, and had been replace by one of something the man couldn't name...grief? Anger? Whatever it was, it was intense.
"Don't be." he replied, and left the room. Aragorn ran after him a moment later.
"Where are you going?"
"My father needs to be told of this." was all he would say.
.
Months had passed, and now there seemed to be no visible effects of the ordeal on either Legolas or his father. Both were still grieving, as was most of the kingdom. Two centuries ago, they had lost one of their own. Now they had found him again, albeit changed for the worse, and this time they had lost him for real. The entire thing had reopened old wounds, but they were slowly starting to heal.
Aragorn sat in the gardens of the palace, thinking about the conversation he had just had with Legolas.
"Do you remember the day when Turion died?" Legolas had asked. He carried on at the ranger's nod, "when I stopped in the passage?" Aragorn had stayed silent, waiting for him to carry on. "I once told you that the reason I refused to believe that he was dead the first time was that I thought that if he had died, I would have known, would have felt it." he paused for a moment, and the only sounds had been the birds in the trees around them. "That was why I stopped. Aragorn, it happened right then. I was right - I felt it. It was like part of my soul had been ripped away."
THE END!!! *points at review button*
you know what to do.... :D