Hello! Lolz back again. Thank u all for reviewing. Yes this is chapter 3…..well…..hello. did you know that if you read to much you go blind?
Well actually you don't go blind you more……loose eyesight slowly.
"you are my trained walrus and I shall call u my trained walrus." ~yours truly!
************************************************************************
When he opened his eyes, the elf wished he hadn't. Legolas was still that tower, the dark marble gleamed dully in the fire light. His head pounded and his wrists bleed freely. He was kneeling on the cold floor, the way his arms were positioned behind him made I painful to look up. His eyes downcast the elf heard a small moan. He looked up and searing pain fired through his neck and back.
"Legolas,"
The elf couldn't look up. Aragorn's weak voice filled his ears and wrenched his already bleeding heart. "I'm here mellon-nin."
"I think I'm going to die here." His voice held no emotion, as if he didn't care.
Legolas' blonde head whipped up and the sight that greeted him made the elf want to scream. Aragorn's arms were chained above his head. The ranger's dark curls obscured his eyes. His toes barely reached the floor. Black and purple bruises covered his torso and he was so thin. One rib was angled oddly. Blood oozed from the cuts that covered his chest. They looked like knife wounds.
"No, you're not." Legolas whispered. "You can't die! We're going to get out of here. I'll find a way out."
Aragorn smiled slightly. "I won't be coming with you." The ranger began to speak again despite the elf's protests. "I know I'm being selfish, but I can't make it out of this one." He coughed. Crimson blood stained his lips, and dripped down his chin. Legolas winced and held in tears.
"Don't do this to me," Legolas begged. His blue eyes were wide with fear, anguish, and tears. "Aragorn,"
"I can't feel anything anymore." Aragorn said softly. "but I still remember, how much it hurt. I can still kind of feel it. The knife, it was all jagged. Don't you remember you own wounds Legolas?"
The elf looked down at himself and trembled. Horrible welts covered his back, probably from a whip. His shirt was tattered, like his heart. What worried Legolas, was that he hadn't remembered even feeling wounds. It was like they were just there. "No,"
"Goodbye mellon-nin."
"Don't go Aragorn. Please, don't leave me all alone!" Legolas whispered. Tears slid down his bruised cheeks. They hit the floor silently, and splatter over the cold stone.
"Tell ada, I love him. And El and Ro. And Arwen, please tell her that I love her. Tell her to sail to the west with ada. Don't let her stay here. And tell Legolas not to dispare."
Dry, muffled coughs escaped for the elf's chest. His chest heaved with the heavy sobs that shook his slender frame. "I will."
"Tell Legolas that there's always hope. Estel. Am I Estel?"
"Yes, you are. Keep talking Estel. It'll be alright." Legolas cried.
"No, hurts to talk. I'm going home." The human sighed. "I pray that Legolas will live out his immortal life. And forget me, for I am nothing. And I hope e sails to the west, with a beautiful elven wife."
"No don't go! I won't go without you!" Legolas screamed.
"I pray we never meet again," Aragorn whispered. His breaths became labored and harsh. "Farewell, mellon-nin."
All was silent, save for the elf's sobs. The ranger's breath stopped. His body hung lifeless from the ceeling. Legolas was left in the dark. There was no light and no hope. Around the elf the world began to darknes. Slowly at first, then Legolas realized that he was still conscious. He was trapped in a void of darkness. No escape, no light, there was no end to this tunnel.
"No," legolas whispered. He tried to escape his chains, but couldn't budge. The elf subconsciously looked up, searching for the stars. There was nothing, no light and no hope. "ARAGON!"
*********************************************************************
Legolas stood alone in the dark room. It was raining out. It never rained in Rivendale, ever. Every elf mourned for the death of Aragorn, of Estel. Aragorn's body lay in the center of the room. The thin courtians billowed in the wind. Thunder split the black sky.
The elf showed no emotion. A block of stone. With no warning atall he threw himself onto the lifeless body of his friend and sobbed. "Forgive me Estel. Oh hell forgive. Come back, come back!"
"He is dead!" Legolas whipped around and saw Elrond standing on the top of the stairs. His face set in stone, anguish in his eyes. "You killed my son." Elladon and Elrohir entered the room, silent as the grave.
"You killed our brother," They said. They stood shoulder to shoulder. Their blue eyes were empty. "Now you will pay."
Legolas backed away from them. Aragorn's death had drove them insane. He hit into a body and jumped. "Ada!" His father was silent.
Slowly he looked down at legolas. His face a mask of stone. Legolas moved away from his father. Time slowed down. Something slammed into his back. Legolas' body screamed in pain. He turned around to see Elladon, holding a bow in his hand, his arrow buried in Legolas' back. Elrohir fired his own arrow. Legolas moaned. Another arrow buried itself un his chest. Legolas looked up. His father held the bow. He didn't even care.
"No," Legolas yelled. "This is a dream! It's not real! Ada! Don't you remember me!"
"My son is not weak." Thranduil said emotionlessly. "You are weak. You are not my son."
A figure emerged from the shadows.
"Aragorn?" Legolas whispered. This man had Aragorn's body, the same elvish grace and the same build. He had the same chizzled features. The same coal black curls and his eyes were the same blue. But they were empty, devoid, dead.
As the man walked over to him, time went back to it's normal speed. He drew his sword and for a heartbeat the dead blue eyes met Legolas' bright ones. Legolas' eyes widened. There was a flash of recognition in the man's eyes. For a split second the man was Aragorn. Then nothing. He drove his sword into Legolas belly. The elf didn't move, he didn't scream, he only looked into he man's eyes. Legolas looked down at the sword in his stomach. A patch of blood radiated form the wound. The man pulled back.
Legolas fell onto his knees. He crumpled to the floor. Legolas lay there sobbing, blood pooled around him. He twisted slightly still crying. The sword clattered to the ground beside him. He looked up and Aragorn was there, not the man.
"Aragorn?" Legolas whispered.
Aragorn fell to his knees beside the elf and cradled his dying body, as if it were the most precious gift in all the world. "What have I done?"
"Now," Legolas said, "I…We will meet in the halls of Mandos."
"I'm sorry mellon-nin." Aragorn cried. "So sorry. I shouldn't have left you."
Legolas closed his eyes. The elf was dead, and so was Aragorn.
*******************************************************************
Legolas looked down and saw his body. He saw Aragorn holding him. He saw his father weeping. Elrond was by his foster son's side crying. Elladon hugged his sobbing twin. The older twin held in his own tears. They stood above his broken body.
"No!" Legolas yelled. "Ada look up I'm right here!" Thranduil looked up, right through Legolas. His heart plummeted. He doesn't see me. Legolas thought. It was all over. "please no," the elf begged. "don't let it be so."
He was a shadow. A ghost. "ARAGORN!" Legolas screamed. "NO, PLEASE LOOK UP! I'M RIGHT HERE!" Legolas finally broke down. His sobs consumed him. The defeated elf curled up into a ball in midair and let all thought leave him. He cried and cried. Please please please find me. Save me! Ada you must see me. this is not real. It can't be. It never rains in Rivendale.
"THIS IS NOT REAL! IT'S NOT REAL!"
The rain poured down harder. And Legolas sobbed harder it was real. There was no hope. He was doomed to forever watch the people he loved suffer. And they would never see him. He looked out at Rivendale and for a moment his heart stopped. The rain was washing Rivendale away. It rained harder and Legolas laughed. It wasn't real. His father's figure was vanishing. The sight of his father vanishing stung, Legolas forced himself to remember that he wasn't real.
Once again the world was dark. Legolas was trapped in him a dark void. It was over.
************************************************************************
The elf opened his eyes hesatantly. The last time he opened his eyes it had been to his friends dying body. This time it was all dark. Legolas curled up into a little ball and desperately tried to hold in his tears. "I'm sorry Estel. I gave up on you. I shouldn't have been so weak. I should have gotten you out of there. if I hadn't disobeyed Sigath you would still be alive and there would still be hope."
"Legolas do not despair,"
Legolas bolted upright. That voice, that same mucical voice. "sing to me again, O muse."
She giggled. "Even in the dark, one so passionate as you can find beauty."
"Call me not so muse," Legolas whispered, sobering. "Estel is dead."
"Only if your heart believes it true." She whispered. "Listen to your heart, love, what does it tell you?"
Legolas looked over in the direction he heard her voice. For moment he was met by a gasp and startling hazel eyes. "There is hope left, but I can not see it. Perhaps it is not my hope." An invisible hand cupped his cheek.
"You are the Myandrail. Why do you fear your power so? Embrace it. Do not let yourself be trapped in your fears. Do not fear the dark. I can not get you out of here. I can mearly tell you, that you must not be afraid. It is fear that traps you here."
Legolas looked uncertain, but nodded. "Tell me your name."
"I can't," her beautiful voice sounded uncertain and confused for the first time since Legolas had heard it.
"Why not?"
"Call me an angel for that is all I will ever be to you." She planted a small kiss on his cheek and was gone.
"Sing to me again, O muse." Legolas whispered to the dark. He closed his eyes for a moment and searched for the fire inside him he so desperately saught. The wolf inside that wanted held the desire to live, to kill. "Sigath."
The Myandrail light his body on fire. His hair blew up around his face as did his torn clothes. He opened his eyes and stood. He felt a streangh he had never felt before, the wolf was free. There was a star. A single star in the dark.
Legolas looked up at it eyes gleaming with hope. He ran to the star, as fast as his legs would carry him. Joy lit his face as he saw the star lead him to the light. The darkness began to melt. Soon he was falling, falling into the sun.
************************************************************************
HAHHAHHAHAHAH another cliffie! But think of it this way………HAHAHHAHAHA cliffie!