Arrival of Mandos
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Reviews: uh… you know how I said that I wouldn't update when my mom was on the fone again? Well I just saw RotK for the second time in two days and had this awful urge to write something. I'm really, really sorry. But I luv ya and hope that you wont hate me for this.
ENOJY!!!
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Legolas was floating. White mist was surrounding him as far as the eye could see. What disturbed him was that he couldn't move. As he struggled, he suddenly heard a voice.
"That will do know good, young prince." Legolas turned his head, the only part of his body that didn't feel like it had been turned to lead. His eyes widened to an almost comical level.
"Mandos?" Legolas whispered reverently, "Then, am I dead?" The Lord of the Dead almost looked sad.
"You are in between, but not for long. In a little less that two hours you will join your mother in my halls."
"Then why are you coming to me early?" Legolas queried.
"If I didn't, then you wouldn't have woken up. I am here to give you a chance to say one final goodbye."
"So… so there is nothing that can be done?" Now Legolas was sure that Mandos looked sad.
"There is no way." The prince was shocked. Estel, what would happen to Estel. The young man was his best friend. How could he just leave him alone, after all they had been through together? And after they had sworn to always look after each other? Legolas knew that Estel would blame himself for Legolas' failure. That was just how his friend was. He always tried to take on the responsibility of everyone.
"That is why you are going back to say goodbye. So that he doesn't blame himself. You need to convince him or all is lost." Mandos had been quiet for a while, listening to Mirkwood's prince think, but now he spoke up, "You're friend has a rich future in front of him. He should not through it away for grief."
"As you wish, my lord."
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Pain assaulted Legolas' senses as he returned to consciousness. All he wanted was to slip into the black oblivion that was at the edge of his vision, but he had a mission to do.
"Estel?" he croaked, wincing at the sound of his voice. Hearing a sound, he turned his head in that direction.
"Estel. Please, I need you here."
"I'm coming, mellon nin." Aragorn had come to his senses as soon as he heard his friend's voice, no matter how hoarse it was. It had driven him to put his own pain aside to come to Legolas' aid. As he reached the elf's side, he noticed how pale the other being was.
"Estel… I have… something to tell you." Legolas was having trouble speaking. Mandos had not mentioned how much time he had to say goodbye, but apparently it wasn't much.
"Shhh, my friend, you will be fine. I'll call Ada." Aragorn was worried. Legolas sounded awful.
"No…no don't call him. Estel, I'm… dying. Mandos came…in my dreams. He told me that I would… have this chance to say…goodbye. You… you must not blame yourself. Never… ever… think that this was your fault. Do you hear me?" Now the elf was shaking and gasping with the effort of staying awake. But he had to tell the human this. The human that had won a place in his heart as his friend.
Aragorn was scared. Legolas couldn't die. He couldn't. The human needed the elf. They were brothers at heart. To loose the prince would be like loosing half of himself. Legolas seemed to see his emotions in his eyes.
"Mellon nin…no…do not… think like that. You will… get better. You have… a bright…future. Do not through it away… for me." Looking into his brother's eyes, Legolas saw fear. But it was his time to go. He could say no more. Locking his eyes with Estel's, Legolas took his last immortal breath, going limp on the bed.
Aragorn was in shock. No…no this couldn't be. His friend, his brother, could not be gone. But as his shaky hands felt for a pulse, he was forced to admit that Legolas was dead. Slumping over, he began to sob.
"Estel?" There came a soft voice, and two heads poked into the healer's ward. Elladan and Elrohir came immediately to Legolas' bed, fear written on their faces.
"Estel?" Elrohir said softly, "What happened?" Aragorn looked up, his face empty and haunted.
"He is dead."
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A/N: i did it! how could i? oh i'm horrible but don't kill me!
