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 Thirty-Three: Again, Back to Square One
Legolas sat with one leg on the ground, and the other propped up, resting an arm on it. He was utterly out of ideas. Opportunities had passed him by, he should have killed her. Should have, could have...but didn't. He was so stupid, naive. He believed that she could return, she was the patron of all good and light in the world, almost alike to Manwe, how could this happen? He didn't know, at this point he almost didn't care. All he cared was about getting Elrond and himself out of this forsaken place. He was afraid for the elf lord, she seemed to harbor a great hate for him.
"Elrond!" he hissed, and Elrond stirred slightly. He could see bruises on the elf's neck that stained him blue and purple.
"Elrond!" said Legolas, louder this time.
"Leave me be..." groaned Elrond, he wanted to be alone.
No one mourning for him, not even himself. If there was no one to cry, there was nothing to cry about. Ahhh, Galadriel had sucked what joy and hope left in him for a void. He felt bitter, invaded, and wasn't able to move very well, let alone talk. He felt so violated in his body as well as mind. Was there no escape from this Golden Demon?
"Elrond, please don't ignore me!" said Legolas from the cell across.
"I said leave me be!" said Elrond and dragged himself out of view.
It was painful enough and he sat with his back to the wall. A very unconcerting emptiness hung around him. Vilya called out to him, still. Galadriel was polluting her, corrupting until Vilya was truly a part of the monster she had become. Elrond hugged himself, taking comfort in the meager clothes he had and tried to slip into a sleep. Strength was in sleep, strength lay for him at the western shores of his mind...if only he could reach them, they seemed so close, yet so far. Legolas shook the bars of his cage angrily, and in deep sorrow.
"Elrond! Do not give in!" he shouted, forgetting all self-set rules for discreetness.
"Shut up..." whispered Elrond and Legolas sat dejectedly back down.
So he really was close to being broken. He needed the time alone, he knew.