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 Three: Back From the Dead
Legolas laid Galadriel down to sleep on her bed. He could hardly believe her behavior. First she was a war queen, and next a child. His hand rested on his sword. He could kill her right then. Just stab her and it would be all over. His hand ran over the hilt of the blade countless times, feeling the metal with his hand. It was so easy. So easy, he imagined himself drawing his blade and thrusting it into Galadriel. Blood would be all over the place-. He stopped. No, he couldn't kill her. The act would be lowering himself to her level where he would kill someone in their sleep, no matter how evil they were. He walked out of the room to rid himself of temptation. Suddenly a thought struck him. He had not let his mind wander to this point again and cursed himself for it. He did not know if the only other elf in Lothlorien was in good health or not. Or rather in this matter, dead or not.
Legolas ran down the stairs, not caring if his feet actually made sounds. He found Elrond's cell again and ran to see how the elf Lord was.
"Elrond!"
Elrond lay in the corner, all curled up, his eyes closed and his face frozen in a fearful manner, and tinged blue.
"Elrond!" called Legolas out again and this time was rewarded with great wheezing and gasping sounds.
Elrond fell over, clutching his chest for breath. It was obvious he had been frozen in that state for some time. How he had managed to stay alive was a completely different matter. Legolas reached out to him through the bars of the cell.
"Elrond, are you alright?"
Elrond grasped Legolas' hand in a weak hold.
"Why have you not left?" he asked.
"I could not. There is no plan to escape. She thinks I have joined her"
"Surely you have not"
"No"
"Legolas, did you tell anyone of your coming here?"
"Only Gimli...the dwarves! They will know of my disappearance! Gimli will surely be worried and come after me! He knew of dark sorcery here" Legolas said with hope in his voice.
"Massacre" wheezed Elrond.
"She'll kill them all if they come here for you"
"How?"
"Light, blinding light..."
"She is of darkness now Elrond, I do not understand"
"Light from her fingertips. She controls it, and it brings pain...pain and suffering."
"You have been through this many times"
"Yes"
Legolas gripped Elrond's hand tighter.
"I must get you something to eat and drink, I shall be back"
"I give you my thanks"
"Keep it, for it might be the only thing you have with your dwindling life" said Legolas and departed.