A/N: Hulloo there! Sorry for the wait, but I wasn't in the mood at all
lately.
Legolas19: Heh, sorry I didn't update ASAP!
Elfie: Why thank you! People like you just give authors a burst of energy to write!
MoroTheWolfGod: Ai!!I'll try to hurry next time!;P
Fire Eagle: Really? I rock? Well you rock for reviewing!
Wolf Maid: Well, welcome aboard this fic! Well, here's the new chapter, enjoy!
Wildfire2: You too! Welcome aboard this fic! But, what exactly was confusing[about Legolas]? You can always ask me next time you review, I would gladly answer your questions!
Okay then, onto the fic!
Disclaimer: If I owned anything recognizable, I'd be a rich person who wouldn't have to write fanfiction. Don't be dumb, ya?
-I learned from the best-
Legolas stood there for a while as his friend passed by him without so much as a glance. He sighed and walked towards the bloodstained ground where the dead men lay motionless. His guards were arriving as he inspected the dead bodies. He grimaced at the sight. He was about to leave when the sun set its rays upon an item on the ground, making it glint brightly.
He bent to pick up the item. His eyes widened in disbelief. It was a silver chain which held a silver ring. The ring was beautiful and had the name of its bearer and someone else's etched into the inner part of the ring. It looked old, not in a physical way, but it emitted a sense of eternity to it. He clutched the ring tightly in his hand and placed his hand upon his breast where his heart was pounding like an orc drum. His breathing became unsteady as he started to walk back to his palace of stone. Beads of sweat ran down his forehead, and his feet had never felt so heavy before. Soon, not only sweat moistened his face but tears did so as well.
Aragorn felt a wave of pain surge through his body. He began to stir at the pain. Elrohir immediately came to his side. "Estel? Sut naa lle?{how are you?}" Elrohir asked, face full of concern. Aragorn groaned in pain. "Mani marte?{what happened?}" he asked groggily. "Why don't YOU tell ME, brother."
Elrohir held a hand to Aragorn's forehead. It was burning. "Ai..." he sighed, then walked to the opposite end of the room and came back with a basin of fresh, cool water with herbs in it. He dipped a sponge into it and sponged Aragorn's forehead. Aragorn sighed at the temporary relief. His head was pounding hard as he tried to recall the past incidents.
"So?" Elrohir asked softly, stroking his foster brother's hair. Aragorn looked up at him. He started. "Those men whom I fought. They were assasins. Apparently, they have been wanting my head for quite a while. I was hunting, and left Faramir to the throne whilst I was absent. I was sure that I wasn't being followed. But I was wrong. I was ambushed by them, and..I had no other place to run to....which leads me here." he finished slowly. Elrohir knew that there was more to the story but chose not to pursue it. Yet.
Elrohir knew that it would be folly if he were to ask him further in his condition, so he decided to leave his questions to the next day. "Quel esta{rest well}, Estel. You need to. Lle anta yulna en alu?{Do you need a drink of water?}" Aragorn did not have to answer him as he had already got up from his seat and gave Aragorn a glass of water. Elrohir had drugged it before hand with subtle herbs that would allow Aragorn desired rest without the hinderance of noise or pain. "Thank you, my brother.." he slurred as the herbs started to work. He fell into a deep sleep. Elrohir left for his own chambers.
He quickly dressed into more appropriate attire and left his room to start work for the day. He had to do a lot of paperwork, on the attack and what not. Although he very much wanted to stay by Aragorn's side, he had to perform his duties. As he brushed his raven hair infront of his mirror, and found himself staring into his own stormy grey eyes. He touched the mirror.
~Since when have my eyes looked so tired?~
Just at the same time Elrohir was looking into his mirror, so was Legolas. He had sat himself down in front of the mirror, sighing, trying to stop the wave of tears threatening to spill. He looked at the ring and chain in his hand, then into the mirror, staring right at himself. He looked into his blue eyes.
~Since when have my eyes looked so tired?~
Since when were his eyes so tired? Since when were they so dull? So lifeless, that the only way they shone was when they were moistened with tears? Before he could stop himself, the tears ran down his cheeks, and he touched the mirror.
Legolas buried his face into his crossed arms, rested upon the table. He felt so lost. He thought. ~I am alone.~
-TBC-
~I was crying one day, staring into my reflection. All alone, in one dark corner of the world.
I felt pain and sorrow course through me. I looked into my tired eyes, lost in their depth, dull and lifeless.
I cursed, I wished, that it was not only me. Then I touched the mirror, and I felt something.
The mirror was not cool, but warm. I looked into the mirror once more, and instead of me, I saw you. And now I know, that there is, another part of the world, where you are, staring into your reflection, in your own, dark corner of the world.~
A/N: Hmm...how was it? Did you like it? Please review! I know that Estel's explanation was very plain, but as I said, Elrohir wasn't going to ask him yet. I will explain further as I update so everything will make sense, sooner or later ;P. Anyways, the poem actually, I wrote it to say that, Legolas [obviously] still thinks that he is alone, and also, notice that it goes along with the scene, where Legolas and Elrohir touch their mirrors at the same time. But, as you know, he isn't totally alone, he's got Elrohir with him! He's just too depressed to notice. I know there wasn't any A/L interaction but don't worry, there will be more soon.
Legolas19: Heh, sorry I didn't update ASAP!
Elfie: Why thank you! People like you just give authors a burst of energy to write!
MoroTheWolfGod: Ai!!I'll try to hurry next time!;P
Fire Eagle: Really? I rock? Well you rock for reviewing!
Wolf Maid: Well, welcome aboard this fic! Well, here's the new chapter, enjoy!
Wildfire2: You too! Welcome aboard this fic! But, what exactly was confusing[about Legolas]? You can always ask me next time you review, I would gladly answer your questions!
Okay then, onto the fic!
Disclaimer: If I owned anything recognizable, I'd be a rich person who wouldn't have to write fanfiction. Don't be dumb, ya?
-I learned from the best-
Legolas stood there for a while as his friend passed by him without so much as a glance. He sighed and walked towards the bloodstained ground where the dead men lay motionless. His guards were arriving as he inspected the dead bodies. He grimaced at the sight. He was about to leave when the sun set its rays upon an item on the ground, making it glint brightly.
He bent to pick up the item. His eyes widened in disbelief. It was a silver chain which held a silver ring. The ring was beautiful and had the name of its bearer and someone else's etched into the inner part of the ring. It looked old, not in a physical way, but it emitted a sense of eternity to it. He clutched the ring tightly in his hand and placed his hand upon his breast where his heart was pounding like an orc drum. His breathing became unsteady as he started to walk back to his palace of stone. Beads of sweat ran down his forehead, and his feet had never felt so heavy before. Soon, not only sweat moistened his face but tears did so as well.
Aragorn felt a wave of pain surge through his body. He began to stir at the pain. Elrohir immediately came to his side. "Estel? Sut naa lle?{how are you?}" Elrohir asked, face full of concern. Aragorn groaned in pain. "Mani marte?{what happened?}" he asked groggily. "Why don't YOU tell ME, brother."
Elrohir held a hand to Aragorn's forehead. It was burning. "Ai..." he sighed, then walked to the opposite end of the room and came back with a basin of fresh, cool water with herbs in it. He dipped a sponge into it and sponged Aragorn's forehead. Aragorn sighed at the temporary relief. His head was pounding hard as he tried to recall the past incidents.
"So?" Elrohir asked softly, stroking his foster brother's hair. Aragorn looked up at him. He started. "Those men whom I fought. They were assasins. Apparently, they have been wanting my head for quite a while. I was hunting, and left Faramir to the throne whilst I was absent. I was sure that I wasn't being followed. But I was wrong. I was ambushed by them, and..I had no other place to run to....which leads me here." he finished slowly. Elrohir knew that there was more to the story but chose not to pursue it. Yet.
Elrohir knew that it would be folly if he were to ask him further in his condition, so he decided to leave his questions to the next day. "Quel esta{rest well}, Estel. You need to. Lle anta yulna en alu?{Do you need a drink of water?}" Aragorn did not have to answer him as he had already got up from his seat and gave Aragorn a glass of water. Elrohir had drugged it before hand with subtle herbs that would allow Aragorn desired rest without the hinderance of noise or pain. "Thank you, my brother.." he slurred as the herbs started to work. He fell into a deep sleep. Elrohir left for his own chambers.
He quickly dressed into more appropriate attire and left his room to start work for the day. He had to do a lot of paperwork, on the attack and what not. Although he very much wanted to stay by Aragorn's side, he had to perform his duties. As he brushed his raven hair infront of his mirror, and found himself staring into his own stormy grey eyes. He touched the mirror.
~Since when have my eyes looked so tired?~
Just at the same time Elrohir was looking into his mirror, so was Legolas. He had sat himself down in front of the mirror, sighing, trying to stop the wave of tears threatening to spill. He looked at the ring and chain in his hand, then into the mirror, staring right at himself. He looked into his blue eyes.
~Since when have my eyes looked so tired?~
Since when were his eyes so tired? Since when were they so dull? So lifeless, that the only way they shone was when they were moistened with tears? Before he could stop himself, the tears ran down his cheeks, and he touched the mirror.
Legolas buried his face into his crossed arms, rested upon the table. He felt so lost. He thought. ~I am alone.~
-TBC-
~I was crying one day, staring into my reflection. All alone, in one dark corner of the world.
I felt pain and sorrow course through me. I looked into my tired eyes, lost in their depth, dull and lifeless.
I cursed, I wished, that it was not only me. Then I touched the mirror, and I felt something.
The mirror was not cool, but warm. I looked into the mirror once more, and instead of me, I saw you. And now I know, that there is, another part of the world, where you are, staring into your reflection, in your own, dark corner of the world.~
A/N: Hmm...how was it? Did you like it? Please review! I know that Estel's explanation was very plain, but as I said, Elrohir wasn't going to ask him yet. I will explain further as I update so everything will make sense, sooner or later ;P. Anyways, the poem actually, I wrote it to say that, Legolas [obviously] still thinks that he is alone, and also, notice that it goes along with the scene, where Legolas and Elrohir touch their mirrors at the same time. But, as you know, he isn't totally alone, he's got Elrohir with him! He's just too depressed to notice. I know there wasn't any A/L interaction but don't worry, there will be more soon.