Sacrificing Happiness
Prelude
By Angaaldaien
Summary: The future of Middle Earth is revealed to Galadriel
Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas
Rating: Prelude - PG-13/R?
Genre: Angst
Notes: The Prelude to Sacrificing Happiness was written after part two, in an effort to postpone writing a final chapter (I almost don't want to write it!). This is written for clarification of what Galadriel saw in the mirror in its initial prophecy only, the one made at Aragorn's birth, which was not supposed to have affiliation to the final chapter, but did anyhow.
Email: Angaaldaien@hotmail.com
Date: 8/3/02
The darkness grew in Galadriel's heart; she could feel the power of Mordor resurfacing. Everyday she would gaze within the mirror, for it was her lonely duty to tell what the magical piece revealed. Sometimes past, sometimes present, and sometimes future revealed itself. The past affected the present, the present affects the future, and Galadriel was the wisest in all factors that changed the lives of Middle Earth. She could see beyond what the mirror had to show, and that was the main reason why the burden had been placed upon her. The sea had called her, but with the mirror that calling had been subdued. Responsibility weighted her soul, so that she appeared a thing of light, but the mirror had destroyed all ignorance, leaving a harsh core within.
The sunken clearing in which the mirror lay was visited in the early morning of each day. In the center shone the brilliant silver mirror. Routinely, Galadriel poured the water in and gazed into her reflection. The clear water darkened to show another place.
A small baby materialized in the center of Galadriel's vision. Around it soft voices whispered. Suddenly the scene changed to that of the future, a handsome man tearing through the forest, large figures surrounding him, chasing him. He was clumsy as most men are, but there was a grace, and Galadriel saw that he fought like the elves. He was an amazing creature, and his sword flashed with death to the dark figures attacking him. Something larger than an orc materialized, carrying a crossbow that the man did not notice. It purposefully raised the bow and aimed an arrow to the valiant heart of the man. The arrow flew.
But it never reached him. Suddenly a blond figure materialized between him and the arrow. The arrow pierced the being through, and blood began to bleed into his clothing. A second arrow found it's way through the body, but there was no pain in his eyes. The bright blue pinpoints professed love, even as his body was wracked with a third arrow. The man had long since stopped fighting the orcs, but it was no longer necessary for they had stopped too.
Galadriel knew there was only one thing that the orcs were drawn to more than man. And that was elf. The orcs surrounded man and elf, eagerly watching the elf die. Their saliva pooled, they wanted to taste the elf as he died, but it seemed that the one who shot the arrows did not want it.
The man struggled with his feelings, for his face reflected many. But the elf had not enough time for them all to be expressed. "Why?" the man finally decided upon.
"Was a prophecy, long ago," the elf replied. "But from love I do this, not fate."
Angry tears shimmered at the words; the man had long loved the elf unrealized. But it was too late, and Galadriel felt his pain like a stab to her own heart. Another breathe from the elf and he whispered, "You must save Middle Earth."
The scene shifted yet again. The land was green with life, flowing with something akin to relief. But the man looked older. His face reflected a lifetime, although no more than a year could have passed. His hand found his pocket, pulling out a lock of braided hair. The man inhaled its scent; Galadriel saw his sadness when it smelt of dirt and grime. He whispered, "It is done, Legolas." His strength subsided and he lay down to the ground.
Galadriel shivered, her legs buckled and she knelt below the mirror. Legolas, the youngest prince of Mirkwood. How this would come to pass, Galadriel knew not. But the future had revealed itself, and its key players were this man and Legolas.
Prelude
By Angaaldaien
Summary: The future of Middle Earth is revealed to Galadriel
Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas
Rating: Prelude - PG-13/R?
Genre: Angst
Notes: The Prelude to Sacrificing Happiness was written after part two, in an effort to postpone writing a final chapter (I almost don't want to write it!). This is written for clarification of what Galadriel saw in the mirror in its initial prophecy only, the one made at Aragorn's birth, which was not supposed to have affiliation to the final chapter, but did anyhow.
Email: Angaaldaien@hotmail.com
Date: 8/3/02
The darkness grew in Galadriel's heart; she could feel the power of Mordor resurfacing. Everyday she would gaze within the mirror, for it was her lonely duty to tell what the magical piece revealed. Sometimes past, sometimes present, and sometimes future revealed itself. The past affected the present, the present affects the future, and Galadriel was the wisest in all factors that changed the lives of Middle Earth. She could see beyond what the mirror had to show, and that was the main reason why the burden had been placed upon her. The sea had called her, but with the mirror that calling had been subdued. Responsibility weighted her soul, so that she appeared a thing of light, but the mirror had destroyed all ignorance, leaving a harsh core within.
The sunken clearing in which the mirror lay was visited in the early morning of each day. In the center shone the brilliant silver mirror. Routinely, Galadriel poured the water in and gazed into her reflection. The clear water darkened to show another place.
A small baby materialized in the center of Galadriel's vision. Around it soft voices whispered. Suddenly the scene changed to that of the future, a handsome man tearing through the forest, large figures surrounding him, chasing him. He was clumsy as most men are, but there was a grace, and Galadriel saw that he fought like the elves. He was an amazing creature, and his sword flashed with death to the dark figures attacking him. Something larger than an orc materialized, carrying a crossbow that the man did not notice. It purposefully raised the bow and aimed an arrow to the valiant heart of the man. The arrow flew.
But it never reached him. Suddenly a blond figure materialized between him and the arrow. The arrow pierced the being through, and blood began to bleed into his clothing. A second arrow found it's way through the body, but there was no pain in his eyes. The bright blue pinpoints professed love, even as his body was wracked with a third arrow. The man had long since stopped fighting the orcs, but it was no longer necessary for they had stopped too.
Galadriel knew there was only one thing that the orcs were drawn to more than man. And that was elf. The orcs surrounded man and elf, eagerly watching the elf die. Their saliva pooled, they wanted to taste the elf as he died, but it seemed that the one who shot the arrows did not want it.
The man struggled with his feelings, for his face reflected many. But the elf had not enough time for them all to be expressed. "Why?" the man finally decided upon.
"Was a prophecy, long ago," the elf replied. "But from love I do this, not fate."
Angry tears shimmered at the words; the man had long loved the elf unrealized. But it was too late, and Galadriel felt his pain like a stab to her own heart. Another breathe from the elf and he whispered, "You must save Middle Earth."
The scene shifted yet again. The land was green with life, flowing with something akin to relief. But the man looked older. His face reflected a lifetime, although no more than a year could have passed. His hand found his pocket, pulling out a lock of braided hair. The man inhaled its scent; Galadriel saw his sadness when it smelt of dirt and grime. He whispered, "It is done, Legolas." His strength subsided and he lay down to the ground.
Galadriel shivered, her legs buckled and she knelt below the mirror. Legolas, the youngest prince of Mirkwood. How this would come to pass, Galadriel knew not. But the future had revealed itself, and its key players were this man and Legolas.