Painful Memories, Shattered Love
Legolas' Anger
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All he said were seven words:
"Why did it have to be you?"
Már looked up at him. In those eyes, there was hate, but there was also pain, fright, and, surprisingly, love.
~~~~~
The next day the fellowship was trekking the path up Caradhras. Már ended up talking to Aragorn.
"I loved him, once. But he had no love for me. I still love him. I always will."
"He loves you. He always did and always will. All you have to do is to find a way to make that love show."
~~~~~
{Flashback}
"Nooooo!"
A young Elfling is standing in the doorway of a room. The scenery and tapestry indicate that the room is in Mirkwood. He is looking at an Elf lying on the bed in the room. Not moving, hardly breathing. Yet, when he walked up, the figure opened her eyes. When she spoke, her voice was barely a whisper.
"Legolas, I'm leaving you to take care of your sister. I leave in peace. I know you will take very good care of her. Farewell, child..."
The figure on the bed stopped breathing. Only then did Legolas notice his father. He was holding a small bundle. Tears were streaming down his face. Legolas walked up and Thranduil handed him his sister.
"She wanted to name her Nessa," Thranduil said. His voice was strong.
"So she shall be," said Legolas, looking at his baby sister. Golden hair, deep bluegrey eyes. He knew she was going to be a beauty.
{End flashback}
Legolas cried as the further scenes from Nessa's life flashed before his eyes. Until that day.
Nessa was always happy to gain further skills in archery and swordfight. That fateful day she was scouting the outer border. So was Legolas. They were spotted by a ragtag band of Orcs. They fought back-to-back, but the Orc chieftain was too good a match for Nessa. After all, she was still a child. Legolas was busied by three of the Orcs at once, while his baby sister was fighting the chief. He turned when he heard her gasp. And what he saw still came back to him in nightmares.
He saw his only sister, his beloved baby sister, standing there. There was an arrow in her stomach.
Furious, Legolas turned to the chieftain and dispatched him in an instant. The rest fled.
The knelt down to inspect the wound. He already knew - it was too late to save her. Plus, the arrow was poisoned. Her last wish was for him to name his daughter after their mother. He swore to do it. Nessa passed in peace. He carried her body all the way back to the palace. It was placed in a tomb with her mother, Lady Márwen.
Just as his mind was about to show him some images from his beloved sister's funeral, a voice cut into his head.
"Legolas?"
~~~~~
"Legolas?" Aragorn asked with a measure of concern. He saw the tears streaming down the Elf's face, and was quite puzzled. Has the presence of his daughter upset him so much?
"Legolas? Please, answer me," he questioned again.
He was relieved when he saw his friend slowly open his eyes. They were filled with tears.
"I know now... I know..." the Elf prince kept repeating.
"What do you know, friend?" Aragorn gently questioned further.
"Why I hate her so much... I know now..."
"Tell me, Legolas. Why do you hate her? She still loves you," Aragorn told the distressed Elf.
"Nessa," was the only word that escaped Legolas' lips.
Aragorn thought. Then he remembered Nessa, Legolas' baby sister, the one he was obsessed about. He also remembered how broken Legolas was after her death.
"Yes, what about her?"
"Már... Nessa... Mother..."
Again, only detatched words. Aragorn had to think hard.
Then he had it. He had only seen Nessa once in his life, but he wasn't about to forget. She was plain beautiful. After bringing up Nessa's face in his memory, he realised just how much Márwen looked like her auntie. How similar attitudes. Beneath all of Már's hatred, she fairly could be Nessa. And Legolas' mother... Lady Márwen. Maybe it's all about Nessa.
"Did Nessa ask you to name your daughter after your mother?"
All he got out of the Elf was a nod. But it was enough. That was it. It WAS all about Nessa. Legolas' beloved sister. He looked one last time into Legolas' blue eyes and walked away to find Már.
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Disclaimer: Why do you have to put these up on every page??? Everybody knows I don't own it... ;)
A.N. Yeah, I'm making Aragorn the go-between Már and Legolas... So what?!
The chapter was a little longer than the last one... I'm gonna try make them all about this length or longer...
Legolas' Anger
**********
All he said were seven words:
"Why did it have to be you?"
Már looked up at him. In those eyes, there was hate, but there was also pain, fright, and, surprisingly, love.
~~~~~
The next day the fellowship was trekking the path up Caradhras. Már ended up talking to Aragorn.
"I loved him, once. But he had no love for me. I still love him. I always will."
"He loves you. He always did and always will. All you have to do is to find a way to make that love show."
~~~~~
{Flashback}
"Nooooo!"
A young Elfling is standing in the doorway of a room. The scenery and tapestry indicate that the room is in Mirkwood. He is looking at an Elf lying on the bed in the room. Not moving, hardly breathing. Yet, when he walked up, the figure opened her eyes. When she spoke, her voice was barely a whisper.
"Legolas, I'm leaving you to take care of your sister. I leave in peace. I know you will take very good care of her. Farewell, child..."
The figure on the bed stopped breathing. Only then did Legolas notice his father. He was holding a small bundle. Tears were streaming down his face. Legolas walked up and Thranduil handed him his sister.
"She wanted to name her Nessa," Thranduil said. His voice was strong.
"So she shall be," said Legolas, looking at his baby sister. Golden hair, deep bluegrey eyes. He knew she was going to be a beauty.
{End flashback}
Legolas cried as the further scenes from Nessa's life flashed before his eyes. Until that day.
Nessa was always happy to gain further skills in archery and swordfight. That fateful day she was scouting the outer border. So was Legolas. They were spotted by a ragtag band of Orcs. They fought back-to-back, but the Orc chieftain was too good a match for Nessa. After all, she was still a child. Legolas was busied by three of the Orcs at once, while his baby sister was fighting the chief. He turned when he heard her gasp. And what he saw still came back to him in nightmares.
He saw his only sister, his beloved baby sister, standing there. There was an arrow in her stomach.
Furious, Legolas turned to the chieftain and dispatched him in an instant. The rest fled.
The knelt down to inspect the wound. He already knew - it was too late to save her. Plus, the arrow was poisoned. Her last wish was for him to name his daughter after their mother. He swore to do it. Nessa passed in peace. He carried her body all the way back to the palace. It was placed in a tomb with her mother, Lady Márwen.
Just as his mind was about to show him some images from his beloved sister's funeral, a voice cut into his head.
"Legolas?"
~~~~~
"Legolas?" Aragorn asked with a measure of concern. He saw the tears streaming down the Elf's face, and was quite puzzled. Has the presence of his daughter upset him so much?
"Legolas? Please, answer me," he questioned again.
He was relieved when he saw his friend slowly open his eyes. They were filled with tears.
"I know now... I know..." the Elf prince kept repeating.
"What do you know, friend?" Aragorn gently questioned further.
"Why I hate her so much... I know now..."
"Tell me, Legolas. Why do you hate her? She still loves you," Aragorn told the distressed Elf.
"Nessa," was the only word that escaped Legolas' lips.
Aragorn thought. Then he remembered Nessa, Legolas' baby sister, the one he was obsessed about. He also remembered how broken Legolas was after her death.
"Yes, what about her?"
"Már... Nessa... Mother..."
Again, only detatched words. Aragorn had to think hard.
Then he had it. He had only seen Nessa once in his life, but he wasn't about to forget. She was plain beautiful. After bringing up Nessa's face in his memory, he realised just how much Márwen looked like her auntie. How similar attitudes. Beneath all of Már's hatred, she fairly could be Nessa. And Legolas' mother... Lady Márwen. Maybe it's all about Nessa.
"Did Nessa ask you to name your daughter after your mother?"
All he got out of the Elf was a nod. But it was enough. That was it. It WAS all about Nessa. Legolas' beloved sister. He looked one last time into Legolas' blue eyes and walked away to find Már.
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Disclaimer: Why do you have to put these up on every page??? Everybody knows I don't own it... ;)
A.N. Yeah, I'm making Aragorn the go-between Már and Legolas... So what?!
The chapter was a little longer than the last one... I'm gonna try make them all about this length or longer...