Here we are, back to normal non AUyness. Thank you for not trying to kill
me for that.
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Legolas woke sometime later. The elf sitting next to him watched him stir, then turn her head so they locked eyes.
"Arwen."
"How are you?"
"I'm great. Well, great isn't really the word for it. It is no matter. How are you?"
"I haven't seen you in so long."
Legolas smiled. "I can truly say I've walked to the end of the earth to see you again."
Arwen smiled a sweet, melancholy smile. "If you lost your love for me, Legolas, you never let it show."
"Arwen?"
"It's just an observation, Legolas. Don't make anything out of it."
Legolas shook his head. How could stop himself from making something out of her words? "What do you want me to do, Arwen? Are you still in love with me?"
"Arwen!" Elladan run up to her, sweeping her into an embrace and interrupting her response.
"Dan! How have you been?"
Legolas watched the exchange sadly. He knew what she would have said: no. "That's all right," he whispered, "because at least I am still in love with you."
"Legolas, how are you feeling?"
The prince tried to focus his eyes on Elladan, but he seemed suddenly hazy.
"Legolas?"
The elf's voice seemed so far away.
"Arwen, go get Galadriel! He's leaving us again."
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Legolas' vision slowly focused again as he awoke with a blinding headache. "Oooh, not you."
"Yeah, I'm glad to see you again too," Aragorn answered his friend's groan, removing the cool cloth that had been on Legolas' forehead.
"I was hoping you would be a beautiful elf maiden in swimming wear."
Legolas heard laughter from somewhere behind Aragorn. Lady Galadriel came into view, smiling at the elf.
"Oh, milady, I am so sorry, I didn't know you were there."
Aragorn mouth a "ha ha," at his friend.
"You, son of Thranduil, have to learn how not to scare us."
"I'm sorry, milady?"
"You lost consciousness rather unexpectedly. I had hoped the poison was gone, but I suppose they gave you more than I originally thought. How do you feel?"
"You shouldn't ask him that, Lady."
Legolas rolled his eyes at Aragorn as he replied, "I am fine."
"Hmm," Galadriel raised an eyebrow. "Indeed."
"I told you that you should not have asked him."
Galadriel nodded slowly. "Everyone leave. I must tend to the prince. Go, be gone with you!"
Slowly, everyone moved out of the clearing. "Be honest with me, young one. How do you feel?"
Legolas' first reaction was to assure her that he was fine, but he thought better of it. "I have a headache. And I feel sick."
"Yes, I can see why."
"Lady, how long was I asleep?"
Galadriel smiled down at him. "Four hours."
Legolas groaned. "Why is it always me?"
"Because you tend to drift towards darkness quite often."
"It's a habit I'm trying to break." He suddenly felt very comfortable and relaxed with Galadriel. His body lost its tension, and his speech was not as formal.
"I wouldn't count on breaking it as long as you're friends with Aragorn."
"You have the gift of sight, Lady. Please tell me, will he die prematurely?"
"No, indeed. He has a large prophecy to fulfill. And you, young prince, will help him fulfill it."
"Only by keeping him alive."
Galadriel smiled again. "Isn't that the most important part? But, in the meantime, let's work on keeping you alive. I need you to drink some water."
Legolas grinned. "What, my father's wine wouldn't help?"
A small laugh escaped the woman's lips. "Maybe with the pain, certainly not with the poison."
"You know," Legolas said, more to himself, as he took the water flask, "I had kind of hoped that when I came back, my body would be renewed, and. . ." he trailed off, seeing the amusement on Galadriel's face. "No, huh?"
"No. Just because you died, doesn't mean your body disposed of the toxins in it. You only wish it had. Drink the water."
Legolas looked at the flask. He knew what would happen if he drank it, but he couldn't refuse the Lady. He took a sip, and immediately rolled onto his side, coughing.
"Just keep trying to drink, Legolas. The only way for the poison to get out is to get fluids in." She left him alone in the clearing.
He sat there for a long time, staring at the water flask. Had it been a living being, he surely would have been arguing with it. He finally took another, very small sip.
It burned strangely as it passed over is dry throat, but he managed to keep it down. He continued this for the better part of three hours, until all the water was gone.
"I should have never brought Strider to Mirkwood."
"And if you hadn't, who would have saved you?"
Legolas jumped, rising with lightning speed to his feet. He turned to face the person who spoke to him. His mouth gaped, but he could form no words.
"I'm sorry, I had to see you."
Anger, anxiety, and joy raced through his veins. "Mithfalas."
The elf smiled deeply. "Yes. Does this bother you?"
"Bother me?!" Legolas started. He had centuries of misdirected anger he needed to let out. "What would bother me? That you left me, when you could have gone to trial and maybe have had a chance of staying? That the first I hear of you since then is in a letter from Arwen, which wasn't even addressed to me? No, it doesn't bother me at all."
Mithfalas had let his head drop. "Legolas, please don't hate me. I understand why you do, but please, just. . . I had to see you. Do you realize that after this meeting, you and I will never see each other again in all likelihood?"
"I needed you."
Mithfalas looked back into his younger brother's eyes. "I am so sorry, Legolas. I am so sorry."
"Apologies are of little use."
"I didn't mean to leave you. Understand, Legolas, that if I had chosen a trial, I still would have lost. Ada wanted me gone, and no legal system, that he headed, was going to change that. I didn't want to leave you, but I could not take you with me."
Legolas shook his head. "For so long I blamed you." He paused, considering his next words. "Father does not allow your name to be spoken of within the castle. Do you know what that's like? You never even tried to contact me."
Mithfalas looked startled. "I did. I sent you letters at least three times a year. Every year."
"I never got them," he started to accuse his brother of lying, when it dawned on him that he had seen his father's servants with evening fires every so often. Fires that he hadn't started Mithfalas had left. "Oh no. You did." He thought harder. "You wrote me a lot."
"I didn't expect you to get them. But I hoped." Mithfalas smiled. "Did you ever fight back?"
The prince again shook his head. "I never had to."
"He never did anything to you again?"
Legolas laughed lightly. "No, Fal. Ada isn't like that. It happened once, and if he had not been inebriated, even that would not have happened."
Mithfalas nodded. "Can we just talk? You were still in adolescence the last I saw you. And now look at you."
"You were in adolescence too."
The older elf laughed. "True, but I was farther along in it than you were."
Legolas smiled. "I would like to just talk."
Mithfalas seated himself near where Legolas was. "Here," Mithfalas said, pulling a water flask from his side and handing it to Legolas. "The Lady said to give it to you."
Legolas rolled his eyes, but refrained from groaning. "So she knew you were still here?"
He looked down, but slowly nodded his head. "I thought it best if you didn't know. I was afraid of what you would say. I was afraid that you would reject me just as Ada had. I could not have handled that. Then, I realized that it was only best for me. It was truly best if I saw you."
"I'm glad you changed your mind," Legolas was slowly uncorking the water flask.
"Where do you want to start?"
"I'm sorry?"
"Filling me in on how much you've grown up."
Legolas thought about the question carefully. "I was engaged to Arwen for a while."
Mithfalas leaned forward. "I know. And you broke the engagement. Why?"
"No, *we* broke the engagement. We just decided it wasn't for the best."
Mithfalas laughed; he couldn't help himself. "You are so blind, Legolas."
He looked at his brother in surprise and a slight bit of anger tinged his next words. "Why do you laugh so?"
"She loves you, and you love her. What wasn't right about that?"
Legolas tried to keep from getting defensive. "We didn't want to ruin our friendship. Marriage would have only destroyed us. We didn't want to risk that."
He again laughed. "When was the last time you talked to her before you came here? And if she hadn't come to you, I bet you wouldn't have sought her here. Don't you see, you did ruin your friendship, because it was meant to be so much more than that. Love isn't something you can control, Legolas. It's a fire within your blood, and you've only to allow it to run through your veins. She misses you, Legolas. And she loves you. Go talk to her."
"And leave you so soon? No, that's. . ." he trailed off, not meaning the thought in his head. 'That's your job.'
"What, Legolas? That's what?"
"That's impossible, after missing you for so long, I dare not leave just yet."
Mithfalas raised a skeptical eyebrow. He knew what Legolas had been thinking. The look in his brother's eyes had said it all. There was a moment of silence.
"I've heard you've had many adventures since my departure."
"Aye, almost all of which involve slavery."
"Indeed? The crown prince of Mirkwood, a slave? Do go on."
Legolas shook his head in amusement. He didn't want to relive his time with Tarduain, but this was his brother. And, for having grown up without him, he felt strangely comfortable with the elf. He took a deep breath, and very slowly started the story of his life.
Mithfalas sat in rapt attention. Guilt pulled at his heart for not having been there. He remembered when Legolas was first born, he had been so happy, so thrilled to share his world with a little brother. He had sworn to himself to protect Legolas at any cost, to keep him ignorant of the evils of the world until Legolas no longer needed him.
Then, in an act of protection, all of that had been torn away from him.
"I'm so sorry, Legolas. I should have been there. I should have prevented each of those encounters." He had been robbed of his innocence far before he should have been.
"You tried, Fal. There was nothing you could do."
"I should have tried harder."
"You did everything you could. Look, the first time Oropher took me, you were there to protect me. Granted, he took you with Father and therefore, you couldn't do anything. That's not your fault. Then, with Ada, you tried, but once again, it was not your fault that you weren't there."
"I should have challenged him."
Legolas laughed. "You are so much like Strider. So incredibly passionate."
"No, Legolas," Mithfalas leaned into his brother, so that their foreheads were almost touching. "I am so much like you."
Legolas pulled back, imperceptibly shaking his head. Still, deep down, he blamed Mithfalas, even though he knew it was wrong. He did not want to be anything like his brother.
Mithfalas' head popped up suddenly. "I have to go."
"Wait, why? Don't go." 'Not again.'
The elder elf looked into his brother's imploring eyes. "Father is coming. He cannot see me with you. Remember, if he ever does anything, you fight him back!"
"But you're not in Mirkwood, he can't-"
"But I am with you! I have to go. Please, if you can ever find it in your heart to do so, forgive me."
Legolas nodded, heartbroken at the fact that his brother was going to be gone again, nothing but a memory shrouded in lies.
"Legolas, the Lady says you will be free to come home in the morning."
Legolas slowly looked away from the bushes where his brother has disappeared. "All right, Ada. I've missed home."
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Reviewers: I really should reply to them as they come instead of doing them all at once. Sheesh, it takes forever.
Leggylover03: I know, I know. It's coming, really, it is.
SPEoD: Lol, Aragorn, confused. . . I could have fun with that thought. Hm, we shall see. I've seen some of Chloe's stories, I just haven't read any of them. And we shall see what I mean about Fal.
Elainor: Technically, I did kill him. . . but he came back, lol.
Bec: It's more AU than I usually like as well. . . it was just needed for further story lines and all that jazz. It is wrapping up, unfortunately chapter 13, the next chapter, is going to be the last. Don't worry about reviewing on time, I know you're still there whether you review or not! It's all good.
Lizzie: Lol, Estel will have important plots based on him eventually, I swear! It's just that Leggy is my favourite character, so it's easier to inflict pain on him. (That just seems so backwards if you think about it.) Telemnar's character is fun to write, that's what I meant by storyline.
Lulu Bell: 9k, man. Wow. You review as you read, don't you? That's cool, that's how I usually do it too. Keep in mind that Telemnar is a Mirkwood elf and they don't tend to like other races very well, including different kinds of elves. But Telemnar is more vocal about his dislike of Aragorn than Minastir or Aldarion. Truthfully, I think Galadriel was always a bit out of it. She wasn't trying to talk him into entering Mandos, she was just trying to tell him what his choices were. She knew how much he was going to hurt when he came back, (sorry, I'm throwing a bit of my philosophy studies in there. There's actually a theory that, compared to Heaven, or whatever you call it, Earth is a type of Hell. In Heaven, the grass is soft and you could fall on a rock and they would be soft and not hurt. Hell itself, the grass would be so sharp it would cut your feet, etc. Earth is kind of in the middle, so after having a little taste of the "Heaven," coming back from the halls of Mandos would seem like Hell. Does that make sense?) Anyway, she wanted him to be sure he knew what he was choosing. He wasn't angry that his friends were there, just surprised. Haha, I love Finding Nemo! "Oh, ES-COP-AY! Funny, it looks just like the word escape." I still have so much Christmas shopping to do. Dear me, and most of it has to be shipped all over the place. I better get a start on that. You are the second person to leave me those quotes. Interesting.
Gwyn: Actually, it was very, very well phrased on my part. Wrap your mind around that one. ::winks::
Fire Eagle: Hey! You're back! You know, it's funny, I prefer to think of Leggy as an only child too. If you read into the books really heavily though, you can pick up certain hints that he wasn't, and was probably the youngest of a few children. I dunno, it's interesting stuff. Anyway, Fal just made my storyline deeper, and the muse kept forcing me to think about him, so poof, he got into my story. Out of curiosity, can you tell why he was exiled?
WeasleyTwinsLover1112: Lol, I get the hint that that was almost a death threat. I've had so many old apartments and houses, I'd never be able to pick one of them as a number. 799, 3, 305, 29233. . . and a million more that I can't remember. What do you do for work? I'm a waitress, but that's just until I finish college.
Nenya: Ah, thank you! ::Blushes:: Hm, yes, the conflict is coming up soon. It was originally in the next story, but the muse came along and whacked me with her stick again. So anyway, it will probably be in the story AFTER next. As you can tell by this chapter, I'm building that up a bit. And hey, Mithfalas and Leggy got to talk this chapter! Ask and ye shall receive. Thanks for the wonderful review!
Dimostiel: Glad they are plotting revenge by you and not over here! See, I did kill Lego. He just came back. The next chapter will be the last one of this story. The beginning was supposed to be kind of rushed and confusing. I mean, Legolas was dying, Aragorn was so tired he was about drop, and he was worried for Legolas like everyone else was. . . it just seems like that type of situation would be chaotic and rushed. Was it too confusing though? I'll work on that, thanks for pointing it out.
Coolio02: Nice way to pick up on foreshadowing. That's all I'm gonna say. Shhh. ::wink:: (Well, and thanks for the nice review!)
Angel With No Wings: Oh jeez, I thought you were serious about hating me. Thank goodness for lightning. Haha, I guess you're just going to have to wait to find out what I meant by "Shame, though. . ." I love being the author. ::big grins::
Hellmarie: Lol, isn't Fal the best? He's so much fun to write! Thanks!
ForceofHobbit: You'll find out what it means. ::Evil smile:: I'm so curious about your déjà vu. That's so weird! I thought you might like that line. Thanks for the ale, always needed.
F h c: Hey! That's a good idea! I'll put it front. I put what it means in the same line or at least in context, because I was trying to avoid it, but oh well. Thanks, I'll put it in front.
Miss Attitude: First of all, I love the name. Thanks for the review!
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Legolas woke sometime later. The elf sitting next to him watched him stir, then turn her head so they locked eyes.
"Arwen."
"How are you?"
"I'm great. Well, great isn't really the word for it. It is no matter. How are you?"
"I haven't seen you in so long."
Legolas smiled. "I can truly say I've walked to the end of the earth to see you again."
Arwen smiled a sweet, melancholy smile. "If you lost your love for me, Legolas, you never let it show."
"Arwen?"
"It's just an observation, Legolas. Don't make anything out of it."
Legolas shook his head. How could stop himself from making something out of her words? "What do you want me to do, Arwen? Are you still in love with me?"
"Arwen!" Elladan run up to her, sweeping her into an embrace and interrupting her response.
"Dan! How have you been?"
Legolas watched the exchange sadly. He knew what she would have said: no. "That's all right," he whispered, "because at least I am still in love with you."
"Legolas, how are you feeling?"
The prince tried to focus his eyes on Elladan, but he seemed suddenly hazy.
"Legolas?"
The elf's voice seemed so far away.
"Arwen, go get Galadriel! He's leaving us again."
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Legolas' vision slowly focused again as he awoke with a blinding headache. "Oooh, not you."
"Yeah, I'm glad to see you again too," Aragorn answered his friend's groan, removing the cool cloth that had been on Legolas' forehead.
"I was hoping you would be a beautiful elf maiden in swimming wear."
Legolas heard laughter from somewhere behind Aragorn. Lady Galadriel came into view, smiling at the elf.
"Oh, milady, I am so sorry, I didn't know you were there."
Aragorn mouth a "ha ha," at his friend.
"You, son of Thranduil, have to learn how not to scare us."
"I'm sorry, milady?"
"You lost consciousness rather unexpectedly. I had hoped the poison was gone, but I suppose they gave you more than I originally thought. How do you feel?"
"You shouldn't ask him that, Lady."
Legolas rolled his eyes at Aragorn as he replied, "I am fine."
"Hmm," Galadriel raised an eyebrow. "Indeed."
"I told you that you should not have asked him."
Galadriel nodded slowly. "Everyone leave. I must tend to the prince. Go, be gone with you!"
Slowly, everyone moved out of the clearing. "Be honest with me, young one. How do you feel?"
Legolas' first reaction was to assure her that he was fine, but he thought better of it. "I have a headache. And I feel sick."
"Yes, I can see why."
"Lady, how long was I asleep?"
Galadriel smiled down at him. "Four hours."
Legolas groaned. "Why is it always me?"
"Because you tend to drift towards darkness quite often."
"It's a habit I'm trying to break." He suddenly felt very comfortable and relaxed with Galadriel. His body lost its tension, and his speech was not as formal.
"I wouldn't count on breaking it as long as you're friends with Aragorn."
"You have the gift of sight, Lady. Please tell me, will he die prematurely?"
"No, indeed. He has a large prophecy to fulfill. And you, young prince, will help him fulfill it."
"Only by keeping him alive."
Galadriel smiled again. "Isn't that the most important part? But, in the meantime, let's work on keeping you alive. I need you to drink some water."
Legolas grinned. "What, my father's wine wouldn't help?"
A small laugh escaped the woman's lips. "Maybe with the pain, certainly not with the poison."
"You know," Legolas said, more to himself, as he took the water flask, "I had kind of hoped that when I came back, my body would be renewed, and. . ." he trailed off, seeing the amusement on Galadriel's face. "No, huh?"
"No. Just because you died, doesn't mean your body disposed of the toxins in it. You only wish it had. Drink the water."
Legolas looked at the flask. He knew what would happen if he drank it, but he couldn't refuse the Lady. He took a sip, and immediately rolled onto his side, coughing.
"Just keep trying to drink, Legolas. The only way for the poison to get out is to get fluids in." She left him alone in the clearing.
He sat there for a long time, staring at the water flask. Had it been a living being, he surely would have been arguing with it. He finally took another, very small sip.
It burned strangely as it passed over is dry throat, but he managed to keep it down. He continued this for the better part of three hours, until all the water was gone.
"I should have never brought Strider to Mirkwood."
"And if you hadn't, who would have saved you?"
Legolas jumped, rising with lightning speed to his feet. He turned to face the person who spoke to him. His mouth gaped, but he could form no words.
"I'm sorry, I had to see you."
Anger, anxiety, and joy raced through his veins. "Mithfalas."
The elf smiled deeply. "Yes. Does this bother you?"
"Bother me?!" Legolas started. He had centuries of misdirected anger he needed to let out. "What would bother me? That you left me, when you could have gone to trial and maybe have had a chance of staying? That the first I hear of you since then is in a letter from Arwen, which wasn't even addressed to me? No, it doesn't bother me at all."
Mithfalas had let his head drop. "Legolas, please don't hate me. I understand why you do, but please, just. . . I had to see you. Do you realize that after this meeting, you and I will never see each other again in all likelihood?"
"I needed you."
Mithfalas looked back into his younger brother's eyes. "I am so sorry, Legolas. I am so sorry."
"Apologies are of little use."
"I didn't mean to leave you. Understand, Legolas, that if I had chosen a trial, I still would have lost. Ada wanted me gone, and no legal system, that he headed, was going to change that. I didn't want to leave you, but I could not take you with me."
Legolas shook his head. "For so long I blamed you." He paused, considering his next words. "Father does not allow your name to be spoken of within the castle. Do you know what that's like? You never even tried to contact me."
Mithfalas looked startled. "I did. I sent you letters at least three times a year. Every year."
"I never got them," he started to accuse his brother of lying, when it dawned on him that he had seen his father's servants with evening fires every so often. Fires that he hadn't started Mithfalas had left. "Oh no. You did." He thought harder. "You wrote me a lot."
"I didn't expect you to get them. But I hoped." Mithfalas smiled. "Did you ever fight back?"
The prince again shook his head. "I never had to."
"He never did anything to you again?"
Legolas laughed lightly. "No, Fal. Ada isn't like that. It happened once, and if he had not been inebriated, even that would not have happened."
Mithfalas nodded. "Can we just talk? You were still in adolescence the last I saw you. And now look at you."
"You were in adolescence too."
The older elf laughed. "True, but I was farther along in it than you were."
Legolas smiled. "I would like to just talk."
Mithfalas seated himself near where Legolas was. "Here," Mithfalas said, pulling a water flask from his side and handing it to Legolas. "The Lady said to give it to you."
Legolas rolled his eyes, but refrained from groaning. "So she knew you were still here?"
He looked down, but slowly nodded his head. "I thought it best if you didn't know. I was afraid of what you would say. I was afraid that you would reject me just as Ada had. I could not have handled that. Then, I realized that it was only best for me. It was truly best if I saw you."
"I'm glad you changed your mind," Legolas was slowly uncorking the water flask.
"Where do you want to start?"
"I'm sorry?"
"Filling me in on how much you've grown up."
Legolas thought about the question carefully. "I was engaged to Arwen for a while."
Mithfalas leaned forward. "I know. And you broke the engagement. Why?"
"No, *we* broke the engagement. We just decided it wasn't for the best."
Mithfalas laughed; he couldn't help himself. "You are so blind, Legolas."
He looked at his brother in surprise and a slight bit of anger tinged his next words. "Why do you laugh so?"
"She loves you, and you love her. What wasn't right about that?"
Legolas tried to keep from getting defensive. "We didn't want to ruin our friendship. Marriage would have only destroyed us. We didn't want to risk that."
He again laughed. "When was the last time you talked to her before you came here? And if she hadn't come to you, I bet you wouldn't have sought her here. Don't you see, you did ruin your friendship, because it was meant to be so much more than that. Love isn't something you can control, Legolas. It's a fire within your blood, and you've only to allow it to run through your veins. She misses you, Legolas. And she loves you. Go talk to her."
"And leave you so soon? No, that's. . ." he trailed off, not meaning the thought in his head. 'That's your job.'
"What, Legolas? That's what?"
"That's impossible, after missing you for so long, I dare not leave just yet."
Mithfalas raised a skeptical eyebrow. He knew what Legolas had been thinking. The look in his brother's eyes had said it all. There was a moment of silence.
"I've heard you've had many adventures since my departure."
"Aye, almost all of which involve slavery."
"Indeed? The crown prince of Mirkwood, a slave? Do go on."
Legolas shook his head in amusement. He didn't want to relive his time with Tarduain, but this was his brother. And, for having grown up without him, he felt strangely comfortable with the elf. He took a deep breath, and very slowly started the story of his life.
Mithfalas sat in rapt attention. Guilt pulled at his heart for not having been there. He remembered when Legolas was first born, he had been so happy, so thrilled to share his world with a little brother. He had sworn to himself to protect Legolas at any cost, to keep him ignorant of the evils of the world until Legolas no longer needed him.
Then, in an act of protection, all of that had been torn away from him.
"I'm so sorry, Legolas. I should have been there. I should have prevented each of those encounters." He had been robbed of his innocence far before he should have been.
"You tried, Fal. There was nothing you could do."
"I should have tried harder."
"You did everything you could. Look, the first time Oropher took me, you were there to protect me. Granted, he took you with Father and therefore, you couldn't do anything. That's not your fault. Then, with Ada, you tried, but once again, it was not your fault that you weren't there."
"I should have challenged him."
Legolas laughed. "You are so much like Strider. So incredibly passionate."
"No, Legolas," Mithfalas leaned into his brother, so that their foreheads were almost touching. "I am so much like you."
Legolas pulled back, imperceptibly shaking his head. Still, deep down, he blamed Mithfalas, even though he knew it was wrong. He did not want to be anything like his brother.
Mithfalas' head popped up suddenly. "I have to go."
"Wait, why? Don't go." 'Not again.'
The elder elf looked into his brother's imploring eyes. "Father is coming. He cannot see me with you. Remember, if he ever does anything, you fight him back!"
"But you're not in Mirkwood, he can't-"
"But I am with you! I have to go. Please, if you can ever find it in your heart to do so, forgive me."
Legolas nodded, heartbroken at the fact that his brother was going to be gone again, nothing but a memory shrouded in lies.
"Legolas, the Lady says you will be free to come home in the morning."
Legolas slowly looked away from the bushes where his brother has disappeared. "All right, Ada. I've missed home."
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Reviewers: I really should reply to them as they come instead of doing them all at once. Sheesh, it takes forever.
Leggylover03: I know, I know. It's coming, really, it is.
SPEoD: Lol, Aragorn, confused. . . I could have fun with that thought. Hm, we shall see. I've seen some of Chloe's stories, I just haven't read any of them. And we shall see what I mean about Fal.
Elainor: Technically, I did kill him. . . but he came back, lol.
Bec: It's more AU than I usually like as well. . . it was just needed for further story lines and all that jazz. It is wrapping up, unfortunately chapter 13, the next chapter, is going to be the last. Don't worry about reviewing on time, I know you're still there whether you review or not! It's all good.
Lizzie: Lol, Estel will have important plots based on him eventually, I swear! It's just that Leggy is my favourite character, so it's easier to inflict pain on him. (That just seems so backwards if you think about it.) Telemnar's character is fun to write, that's what I meant by storyline.
Lulu Bell: 9k, man. Wow. You review as you read, don't you? That's cool, that's how I usually do it too. Keep in mind that Telemnar is a Mirkwood elf and they don't tend to like other races very well, including different kinds of elves. But Telemnar is more vocal about his dislike of Aragorn than Minastir or Aldarion. Truthfully, I think Galadriel was always a bit out of it. She wasn't trying to talk him into entering Mandos, she was just trying to tell him what his choices were. She knew how much he was going to hurt when he came back, (sorry, I'm throwing a bit of my philosophy studies in there. There's actually a theory that, compared to Heaven, or whatever you call it, Earth is a type of Hell. In Heaven, the grass is soft and you could fall on a rock and they would be soft and not hurt. Hell itself, the grass would be so sharp it would cut your feet, etc. Earth is kind of in the middle, so after having a little taste of the "Heaven," coming back from the halls of Mandos would seem like Hell. Does that make sense?) Anyway, she wanted him to be sure he knew what he was choosing. He wasn't angry that his friends were there, just surprised. Haha, I love Finding Nemo! "Oh, ES-COP-AY! Funny, it looks just like the word escape." I still have so much Christmas shopping to do. Dear me, and most of it has to be shipped all over the place. I better get a start on that. You are the second person to leave me those quotes. Interesting.
Gwyn: Actually, it was very, very well phrased on my part. Wrap your mind around that one. ::winks::
Fire Eagle: Hey! You're back! You know, it's funny, I prefer to think of Leggy as an only child too. If you read into the books really heavily though, you can pick up certain hints that he wasn't, and was probably the youngest of a few children. I dunno, it's interesting stuff. Anyway, Fal just made my storyline deeper, and the muse kept forcing me to think about him, so poof, he got into my story. Out of curiosity, can you tell why he was exiled?
WeasleyTwinsLover1112: Lol, I get the hint that that was almost a death threat. I've had so many old apartments and houses, I'd never be able to pick one of them as a number. 799, 3, 305, 29233. . . and a million more that I can't remember. What do you do for work? I'm a waitress, but that's just until I finish college.
Nenya: Ah, thank you! ::Blushes:: Hm, yes, the conflict is coming up soon. It was originally in the next story, but the muse came along and whacked me with her stick again. So anyway, it will probably be in the story AFTER next. As you can tell by this chapter, I'm building that up a bit. And hey, Mithfalas and Leggy got to talk this chapter! Ask and ye shall receive. Thanks for the wonderful review!
Dimostiel: Glad they are plotting revenge by you and not over here! See, I did kill Lego. He just came back. The next chapter will be the last one of this story. The beginning was supposed to be kind of rushed and confusing. I mean, Legolas was dying, Aragorn was so tired he was about drop, and he was worried for Legolas like everyone else was. . . it just seems like that type of situation would be chaotic and rushed. Was it too confusing though? I'll work on that, thanks for pointing it out.
Coolio02: Nice way to pick up on foreshadowing. That's all I'm gonna say. Shhh. ::wink:: (Well, and thanks for the nice review!)
Angel With No Wings: Oh jeez, I thought you were serious about hating me. Thank goodness for lightning. Haha, I guess you're just going to have to wait to find out what I meant by "Shame, though. . ." I love being the author. ::big grins::
Hellmarie: Lol, isn't Fal the best? He's so much fun to write! Thanks!
ForceofHobbit: You'll find out what it means. ::Evil smile:: I'm so curious about your déjà vu. That's so weird! I thought you might like that line. Thanks for the ale, always needed.
F h c: Hey! That's a good idea! I'll put it front. I put what it means in the same line or at least in context, because I was trying to avoid it, but oh well. Thanks, I'll put it in front.
Miss Attitude: First of all, I love the name. Thanks for the review!