Author: Arinya
Rating:R
Summary: Sam is forced to retell all the things that happened after the Fellowship had succeeded in destroying the Ring. All the members of the Fellowship have their own problems. Darkness returns, and Love struggles to conquer all. But as the problems mount up to a peak, can they survive? And can Sam bear telling his audience the true story?
Chapter Twenty One: Mine
Legolas felt sick. It had been a few days time since he and Galadriel had slept together, and he retched the day after when she wasn't looking. He felt the exact same way now, and he held onto the balcony rail, his knuckles going white. He threw up again, then retreated to his quarters for something to wipe his mouth on.
Memories, such memories...they could not be forgotten. He had Galadriel's face and body burned into his mind and how it tortured him...how it taunted him. A small part of him wanted to be with her forever, yet the rest of him knew...knew that she was evil. He wiped his mouth on a small white towel and suppressed a shudder as the familiar presensce returned.
"Legolas..."
Galadriel put her arms around him. Such an affectionate gesture, it was surprising to see it from her. She buried her face into Legolas's loose hair.
"I am lonely Legolas..."
'I must play my part' he thought to himself.
He stroked her cheek.
"You needn't be...I am here My Queen"
"So good to me...Legolas is so good to me" she murmured, almost sounding asleep.
Legolas noticed a second ring on her finger. Blue gem in a gold band, he knew what she had done. His heart ached for Elrond. What pain he must be going through now he could not imagine. Once he had been told by his father what it was like to own and be bound to a great ring of power. How your mind, soul, and heart became a part of it. Elrond's mind was being raped by Galadriel's evil. He could not bear the thought and looked away, towards the ground.
"Is something wrong?" asked Galadriel, seeming more alert.
"No no, relax My Queen, I will always be here for you" he said softly and she nodded.
"You are mine..." she whispered, and Legolas was disgusted.
'She is still keeping me as a posession...I am not some toy to be played with'
But then he sighed inwardly. What else could he do? What other choices did he have? And the answer was shouted back to him by everything surrounding him. Nothing. None.