CHAPTER 26 - Of Rain And Tears
Tears streamed unchecked down Legolas' face as the young prince watched the bodies of his mother and his sisters being carried in to the tomb of his family. His brothers stood beside him, also crying silently as they watched the funeral. King Thranduil was standing silently opposite Oroweth, but none of the princes would even look at the king, being too scared that he would be glaring hatefully back at them.
Legolas felt an arm curl around his shoulders, and around to see Nilwethion looking back at him. Both their visions were clouded with salty tears. The prince turned back to the funeral procession, drawing closer to the protection of his older brother.
As two members of the Royal Guard sealed the entrance of the tomb, a wind began to whistle westward through the trees, and whipped the hair of the watching elves around their faces and tugged at their cloaks.
A particularly strong gust of wind ripped the broach away from Legolas' cloak, and as he tried to grab it, the black, embroidered cloak was lifted high in to the air. It was blown past the flags that were all flying at half mast and drifted away over the forest. As he watched his cloak flying away, Legolas felt spots of rain begin to fall on his pale, tear stained face. The skies were filled with dark clouds, but the young prince had not noticed them gathering until now.
Nilwethion drew his arm away from around Legolas' shoulders to wrap his cloak around himself, as the tears he was crying mixed with the rain. On the other side of Legolas, Thellind gave a small whimper. As the rain fell more heavily, the elves pulled up the hoods of their cloaks, and Legolas found a blue cloak being wrapped around his shoulders. He turned around in astonishment to see the pitying face of Celebrian looking at her own. The beautiful elven lady had not cried once during the ceremony, but her eyes were misting up as she looked in to the eyes of the blonde prince.
"You poor dear," she whispered, and gave Legolas a light kiss on his cheek. When Legolas tried to take the cloak of to give it back to the lady of Imladris, she put her slender hand on his and shook his head.
"No, my dear, keep the cloak,"
She turned around, and with a swish of her white dress, she moved back to stand with her own family.
"I pity them," she whispered to Elrond, as a single flute began to play a sad melody from the trees, "When they need the love of their adar most, they deny it. All they are doing is making their own wounds deeper."
Lord Elrond nodded as he observed the six mourning princes, all dressed in black. A rumble of thunder rolled across the sky. He then turned to look at his own sons who were standing next to him, and thought of his daughter Arwen who was currently in Lothlorien with her grandparents. The elven lord then tried to imagine how much pain he would feel if he ever lost one of them, or his wife. The mere thought of it was enough to bring tears to his eyes. He blinked them away and turned back to the beautiful Celebrian.
"Three more days, Celebrian, and they will have that love back."
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A/N: If you are wondering why this chapter is so short. . . I don't really have a reasonable explanation. Sorry. It's because it's not *really* this weekends chapter - I'm updating again tomorrow. This was only to make up for the lack of chapter last week. I'm also not really in a writing mood at the moment, so if I had written anything else, it would have been terrible.
PERSONAL REVIEW THINGY
ELIZABETHBLACK4 - aww, don't cry! *Gives Elizabethblack4 Kleenex*
LARVLE - that was only part of the conspiracy. The "conspiracy" bit was conning Thranduil in to thinking his sons had really deserted him, to prove to both the adar and the sons that neither side hated the other.
ORODRUIN - yes, I had thought about that. It's a worst case scenario. It all depends on how Mithrandir tells Thranduil where the princes are. If he says "Your sons have gone to Imladris because they think you hate them, and only by going to find them can you prove you actually love them" then it would all work out fine. If he says "your sons went to Imladris when Lord Elrond and his household left" then yes, Thranduil is far more likely to see things the way you suggested in the review. You'll just have to wait to see what happens.
LOTRSEER3350 - *gapes* *checks last review list* AI! I forgot you! *Hits head against wall* I'm so sorry! *Gives Lotrseer3350 basket of cookies* 'm so, SO sorry! *Giggles* my dear, Aragorn hasn't even been born yet. His *grandfather* hasn't even been born yet!
MAVERICKGIRL - to know that, you will have to wait until next week. Or maybe the week after, depending on journey time.
COOLIO02 - sad and depressing is my specialty. I *do* write other genre's, see My Little Sister, but I'm best at angsty and depressing things.
LEXIE02 - sorry it was so short. Tomorrow's will be nice and long though.
ICED1 - fun? Yes, they might have fun. I doubt it though, they're still very depressed, and aren't likely to come out of the shock any time soon.
IMBEFANIEL - nobody should get used to that sort of thing! It's not right. Don't worry, the promise has been kept.
TAMARA - thankyou! Updated.
KAKYUU3 - thankyou!
LARVLE - aww, I'm sorry to have got your hopes up like that. Good luck with the homework!
ELIZABETHBLACK4 - aye, poor princes indeed.
MOONMIST - ah, but writing usually comes way before school work. I do want to be a professional writer, after all.
ORODRUIN - Normal? Y-e-s dear. *Edges away slowly*
SLG - I've updated!
JUKIA WOLFCALL - *grins* *curtseys to loving audience* why thankyou, my darlings! I love you all too! Hm. . .what's that? AI! Bad fic! Please never mention it again! *Looks around nervously* we never wrote that, did we precious? No, no we didn't.
GILRAEN3 - oh sweet! Thankyou!
Tears streamed unchecked down Legolas' face as the young prince watched the bodies of his mother and his sisters being carried in to the tomb of his family. His brothers stood beside him, also crying silently as they watched the funeral. King Thranduil was standing silently opposite Oroweth, but none of the princes would even look at the king, being too scared that he would be glaring hatefully back at them.
Legolas felt an arm curl around his shoulders, and around to see Nilwethion looking back at him. Both their visions were clouded with salty tears. The prince turned back to the funeral procession, drawing closer to the protection of his older brother.
As two members of the Royal Guard sealed the entrance of the tomb, a wind began to whistle westward through the trees, and whipped the hair of the watching elves around their faces and tugged at their cloaks.
A particularly strong gust of wind ripped the broach away from Legolas' cloak, and as he tried to grab it, the black, embroidered cloak was lifted high in to the air. It was blown past the flags that were all flying at half mast and drifted away over the forest. As he watched his cloak flying away, Legolas felt spots of rain begin to fall on his pale, tear stained face. The skies were filled with dark clouds, but the young prince had not noticed them gathering until now.
Nilwethion drew his arm away from around Legolas' shoulders to wrap his cloak around himself, as the tears he was crying mixed with the rain. On the other side of Legolas, Thellind gave a small whimper. As the rain fell more heavily, the elves pulled up the hoods of their cloaks, and Legolas found a blue cloak being wrapped around his shoulders. He turned around in astonishment to see the pitying face of Celebrian looking at her own. The beautiful elven lady had not cried once during the ceremony, but her eyes were misting up as she looked in to the eyes of the blonde prince.
"You poor dear," she whispered, and gave Legolas a light kiss on his cheek. When Legolas tried to take the cloak of to give it back to the lady of Imladris, she put her slender hand on his and shook his head.
"No, my dear, keep the cloak,"
She turned around, and with a swish of her white dress, she moved back to stand with her own family.
"I pity them," she whispered to Elrond, as a single flute began to play a sad melody from the trees, "When they need the love of their adar most, they deny it. All they are doing is making their own wounds deeper."
Lord Elrond nodded as he observed the six mourning princes, all dressed in black. A rumble of thunder rolled across the sky. He then turned to look at his own sons who were standing next to him, and thought of his daughter Arwen who was currently in Lothlorien with her grandparents. The elven lord then tried to imagine how much pain he would feel if he ever lost one of them, or his wife. The mere thought of it was enough to bring tears to his eyes. He blinked them away and turned back to the beautiful Celebrian.
"Three more days, Celebrian, and they will have that love back."
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A/N: If you are wondering why this chapter is so short. . . I don't really have a reasonable explanation. Sorry. It's because it's not *really* this weekends chapter - I'm updating again tomorrow. This was only to make up for the lack of chapter last week. I'm also not really in a writing mood at the moment, so if I had written anything else, it would have been terrible.
PERSONAL REVIEW THINGY
ELIZABETHBLACK4 - aww, don't cry! *Gives Elizabethblack4 Kleenex*
LARVLE - that was only part of the conspiracy. The "conspiracy" bit was conning Thranduil in to thinking his sons had really deserted him, to prove to both the adar and the sons that neither side hated the other.
ORODRUIN - yes, I had thought about that. It's a worst case scenario. It all depends on how Mithrandir tells Thranduil where the princes are. If he says "Your sons have gone to Imladris because they think you hate them, and only by going to find them can you prove you actually love them" then it would all work out fine. If he says "your sons went to Imladris when Lord Elrond and his household left" then yes, Thranduil is far more likely to see things the way you suggested in the review. You'll just have to wait to see what happens.
LOTRSEER3350 - *gapes* *checks last review list* AI! I forgot you! *Hits head against wall* I'm so sorry! *Gives Lotrseer3350 basket of cookies* 'm so, SO sorry! *Giggles* my dear, Aragorn hasn't even been born yet. His *grandfather* hasn't even been born yet!
MAVERICKGIRL - to know that, you will have to wait until next week. Or maybe the week after, depending on journey time.
COOLIO02 - sad and depressing is my specialty. I *do* write other genre's, see My Little Sister, but I'm best at angsty and depressing things.
LEXIE02 - sorry it was so short. Tomorrow's will be nice and long though.
ICED1 - fun? Yes, they might have fun. I doubt it though, they're still very depressed, and aren't likely to come out of the shock any time soon.
IMBEFANIEL - nobody should get used to that sort of thing! It's not right. Don't worry, the promise has been kept.
TAMARA - thankyou! Updated.
KAKYUU3 - thankyou!
LARVLE - aww, I'm sorry to have got your hopes up like that. Good luck with the homework!
ELIZABETHBLACK4 - aye, poor princes indeed.
MOONMIST - ah, but writing usually comes way before school work. I do want to be a professional writer, after all.
ORODRUIN - Normal? Y-e-s dear. *Edges away slowly*
SLG - I've updated!
JUKIA WOLFCALL - *grins* *curtseys to loving audience* why thankyou, my darlings! I love you all too! Hm. . .what's that? AI! Bad fic! Please never mention it again! *Looks around nervously* we never wrote that, did we precious? No, no we didn't.
GILRAEN3 - oh sweet! Thankyou!