Hello everyone! (Once again!) I'm back, and with a nice new, short chapter for everyone!! (I couldn't possibly wait too long to updateJ)
Anyway, I saw the Return of the King Trailer, and it looks wonderful. Return of the King was my favorite, and if they can pull it off, I'll be delighted!!
I'll respond to reviews next chapter, I promise!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings or anything that has to do with it, I am simply using it for recreational purposes. Don't sue me please!!
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Gazing across the water, it is so easy to let your soul drift off and float on the breeze over the water.
Up into the sky, to the shining stars, the last sure beacons of light.
To forget everything, the hate that once seemed omnipotent.
To let your soul be free for once of the eternal stress of life
. To for once dare to hope for a forsaken world, for once believe that you could have control over fate, to be at peace for once, to know that in your solitude, you are in the best company you've ever been in.
To know that love is near you at all times…
To be able to soar above pettiness, where mortal enemies are now immortal friends.
And then you will have to come back, once again over the calm waters and back into the violent turmoil of reality that seems that crashes and conflicts even more then the waves against the cliffs, and the stars seem distant now, only a dream.
Only a Dream
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There was only….
Pain, red hot irons of fire passing up and down her body,
Pure agony filled her, then…
Nothing
Haldir watched in entranced horror as Lythian collapsed to the ground, a knife embedded in her chest. Legolas's knife.
His mind raced between running to her side, and attacking the one who had thrown the knives in passionate revenge. Revenge won.
Haldir leapt at the younger prince of Mirkwood, determined to rip the younger elf from limp to limp. Blindly, the March Warden grappled for his dagger, and found that he was holding the one that Legolas had given him the previous night. So he is to be killed by his own blade… Haldir thought morosely, it is appropriate for one who kills his friends…
However, before he could reach him, something strong grabbed him and pulled him back.
"Let me go...he killed her! He-"
"BE SILENT!" Celeborn ordered, startling the March Warden into silence. The monarch was white faced and tight lipped, with a frighteningly disturbed manner. Haldir had never seen the lord of Lorien in such a state, but the thought was a fleeting one and he continued his violent pursuit of Legolas.
Meanwhile, the subject of Haldir's aggressions stood, completely still, not a single expression on his face, hands in the exact position they had been in when he released his knife.
…why…
Why?
WHY???
What have I done to deserve this? My home, my family, my life
A façade
A poisoned cake, nicely decorated,
Fake
WHY??
Won't he tell me why?
It started in blood….
Why not end it in blood…
BY THE VALER!
LYTHIAN!!
Why?
Mother?
WHY?
"What is going- OH GODS!" Aragorn had heard the crash and entered the room, closely followed by Gimli and a silently weeping Galadriel. The three male elves ignored the newcomers, in a deadlock of silence that nothing could break. No one dared move or speak, or even breath, and this spell quickly fell over man, dwarf, and she-elf.
Finally, when it seemed as though they might stay in their position forever, Galadriel spoke. Her eyes were unusually wide, her hands stiffly outstretched, all signs that she was in a trance of some kind.
"..Someone's blood had been spilt, yet another lies dying…" She cut off, surprised of her own words. Un-induced trances were rare for the powerful she-elf. Silence once again reined, but it was, surprisingly enough, Gimli who managed to break out of it.
"Why are you just standing here you blasted elves? This lass needs medical help and she needs it now!! You! March Warden! Get a healer NOW!!" Haldir didn't even question his words, but pulled out of Celeborn's now slackened grip and ran out of the room in the direction of the infirmary, running over anyone in his way.
Galadriel and her husband seemed to come out of a trance and immediately knelt next to the fallen she-elf, ignoring the blood that was staining their robes. Legolas continued to stand there, completely immobile.
In a matter of seconds, Haldir returned with a slightly bewildered healer. The two of them joined Galadriel and Celeborn in a desperate battle to keep Lythian from losing any more blood. If only I hadn't tried for revenge, she might have a little more blood, Haldir thought ruefully. However, he threw himself into the desperate war that meant more to him then anything ever had- Lythian's life.
Aragorn however, did not join those surrounding Lythian, knowing that her care was in good hands. Instead he walked over to his best friend concernedly, for Legolas still had not moved. Gimli followed suite.
"Legolas? Legolas!" Aragorn shouted his friend's name, but the elf still didn't move. The man reached out for the prince's wrist, but recoiled when he touched it.
"He's ice cold!" Aragorn whispered to Gimli, wondering if Legolas could hear anything he said.
"Master elf? Do you intend to speak to us?" Gimli asked, slightly shaking his friend. Legolas did not respond. Several sighs of relief distracted them from behind. Gimli and Aragorn turned to see the healer pronounce,
"She isn't dead, and we've got a fight in front of us, but for now, she'll live." Haldir and Galadriel looked flat out relieved, in a rare show of emotion for both of them, but Celeborn still looked troubled.
"You said that blood would be spilt and another would lay dying."
"It was a trance," Galadriel replied, "and though I do not like to undermine my own powers, in stressful situations, they are… less then reliable." Celeborn ignored his wife.
"If Lythian's blood is split, then who is going to-" He was cut off by Aragorn's cry. The man had turned around and was pointing to the door to the council chamber, which was hanging open.
"Where is Legolas?"
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That's it for now, I'm sorry if this doesn't make any sense, but it was sort of written in bout of creativity…
The poem at the beginning of the chapter is my own, and I thought it had a little bit of an ironic connection to the story…
Anyway, please R/R (sorry, I had to ask) and I'll update ASAP!!
Wind to thy wings,
Lady-Daine
Ps. To those who were curious: Our marching uniforms are black pants and a white jacket with a blue and gold sash and a blue and gold stripe down the pants. There's also a terrible black had with a gold logo on the front and a white feather in the top. I fortunately don't have to wear them because the colorguard uniform is a rather nice sparkly black tunic/dress thing and black wind pants.
PPS: GO AHS MARCHING BAND!!!! (we're competing this weekend)