Painful Memories, Shattered Love
A Normal Relationship?
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"Már... Nessa... Mother..."
He was still too wrapped up in his memories to form full sentences. There was a long pause as Aragorn considered his words.
"Did Nessa ask you to name your daughter after your mother?"
He nodded. He felt more than saw Aragorn get up and leave. He presumed his mortal friend went to talk to Már, but was quite far from caring.
His mind took him away again, supplying images of his sister and of his mother as he remembered them. He cried, as yet again he was taken through his mother's death. He cried at the further images of his sister. Then, someone spoke.
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Már walked over to where Legolas was lying. His eyes were red, and there still were tears pouring out of them.
"Ada?"
He looked at her. In those eyes, she noticed with surprise, there was a great sadness and longing. She realised she was feeling sorry for her father, for his losses.
"Ada, what is it?"
He never answered her. All he did was open his arms. She came closer, at first uncertain, but soon she found herself wrapped tightly in her father's arms.
"Márwen, I'm so sorry..."
She found that she was crying, too. And she found that it didn't bother her. She just sat there, hugging her father, and crying with him.
~~~~~
He was shaken. Not only was he hugging his only daughter, his beloved reminder of his baby sister, but she also seemed to forgive him. For the wrongs.
The moment was as precious as anything to him. As precious as even the One Ring wasn't. Yet, he was torn at the sudden change of emotions between them. And the situation turned awkward again. Though definitely less than before, yet awkward enough to change the relationship they had. Not completely though.
~~~~~
The fellowship had faced an avalanche on their way to pass the mountain, Caradhras. When that failed, it was decided to try the road through Moria. It was a tough choice, but it was either that or freezing to death on the slopes of Caradhras. They didn't really have a choice, but it still was a difficult thing. Már, who has read and heard a lot of stories about Moria was troubled. She knew what could happen if the fellowship followed this course. She knew what could happen to her father, or what could wreck their newfound care.
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But Legolas, he was confused. Confused about his feelings about his daughter. (A.N. Not romantic, of course!)
"Ada? What's wrong?"
He couldn't possibly tell her. It would break her heart. She felt like she loved him and was loved. He couldn't tell her he couldn't love her because he was too scared to lose her. To lose her like he lost Nessa. So he put on that 'nothing-is-wrong' smile and answered with only one word.
"Nothing."
"But ada..."
"Trust me, Márwen. Nothing is wrong."
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She could tell something was bothering him. So she questioned.
"Ada? What's wrong?"
She knew from the way he answered her, that it wasn't true.
"Nothing."
She tried to get it out of him. She truly did.
"But ada..."
She really did. But he would only answer in that sad tone, that yet left no space for arguing...
"Trust me, Márwen. Nothing is wrong."
Something about him was completely out of place. She couldn't yet tell what. But she was going to find out.
"Ada, if you'll excuse me, I wish to talk to Aragorn about something..."
Again, that sad nod. Something was definitely out of place.
~~~~~
"If you'll excuse me, I wish to talk to Aragorn about something..."
He nodded. He didn't really trust himself to speak, without his voice breaking up.
He knew her eyes were searching for an answer. He looked up and met them. His baby sister's beautiful blue-grey more more greyish now, mainly because they were clouded with worry. He smiled the sad smile as she left to find Aragorn. He was quite curious what they were going to talk about, though from Már's searching look he could tell it will probably be about him. About what he was so sad about. But she couldn't find out, he thought as the perfect image of his sister, being Már, walked out to find his long-time friend.
She couldn't find out...
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Disclaimer: Pwetty pwease? No? Oh well... Nope, don't own it yet.
A.N. I thought the story might end too soon, so I added a little twist. Sorry if this is crappy work and stuff, but I'm not a professional writer, and my stories will probably suck for a long time.
Okay, just a little question, though. Should I leave it as it is, or should I switch to POV's in the next chapter?
A Normal Relationship?
**********
"Már... Nessa... Mother..."
He was still too wrapped up in his memories to form full sentences. There was a long pause as Aragorn considered his words.
"Did Nessa ask you to name your daughter after your mother?"
He nodded. He felt more than saw Aragorn get up and leave. He presumed his mortal friend went to talk to Már, but was quite far from caring.
His mind took him away again, supplying images of his sister and of his mother as he remembered them. He cried, as yet again he was taken through his mother's death. He cried at the further images of his sister. Then, someone spoke.
~~~~~
Már walked over to where Legolas was lying. His eyes were red, and there still were tears pouring out of them.
"Ada?"
He looked at her. In those eyes, she noticed with surprise, there was a great sadness and longing. She realised she was feeling sorry for her father, for his losses.
"Ada, what is it?"
He never answered her. All he did was open his arms. She came closer, at first uncertain, but soon she found herself wrapped tightly in her father's arms.
"Márwen, I'm so sorry..."
She found that she was crying, too. And she found that it didn't bother her. She just sat there, hugging her father, and crying with him.
~~~~~
He was shaken. Not only was he hugging his only daughter, his beloved reminder of his baby sister, but she also seemed to forgive him. For the wrongs.
The moment was as precious as anything to him. As precious as even the One Ring wasn't. Yet, he was torn at the sudden change of emotions between them. And the situation turned awkward again. Though definitely less than before, yet awkward enough to change the relationship they had. Not completely though.
~~~~~
The fellowship had faced an avalanche on their way to pass the mountain, Caradhras. When that failed, it was decided to try the road through Moria. It was a tough choice, but it was either that or freezing to death on the slopes of Caradhras. They didn't really have a choice, but it still was a difficult thing. Már, who has read and heard a lot of stories about Moria was troubled. She knew what could happen if the fellowship followed this course. She knew what could happen to her father, or what could wreck their newfound care.
~~~~~
But Legolas, he was confused. Confused about his feelings about his daughter. (A.N. Not romantic, of course!)
"Ada? What's wrong?"
He couldn't possibly tell her. It would break her heart. She felt like she loved him and was loved. He couldn't tell her he couldn't love her because he was too scared to lose her. To lose her like he lost Nessa. So he put on that 'nothing-is-wrong' smile and answered with only one word.
"Nothing."
"But ada..."
"Trust me, Márwen. Nothing is wrong."
~~~~~
She could tell something was bothering him. So she questioned.
"Ada? What's wrong?"
She knew from the way he answered her, that it wasn't true.
"Nothing."
She tried to get it out of him. She truly did.
"But ada..."
She really did. But he would only answer in that sad tone, that yet left no space for arguing...
"Trust me, Márwen. Nothing is wrong."
Something about him was completely out of place. She couldn't yet tell what. But she was going to find out.
"Ada, if you'll excuse me, I wish to talk to Aragorn about something..."
Again, that sad nod. Something was definitely out of place.
~~~~~
"If you'll excuse me, I wish to talk to Aragorn about something..."
He nodded. He didn't really trust himself to speak, without his voice breaking up.
He knew her eyes were searching for an answer. He looked up and met them. His baby sister's beautiful blue-grey more more greyish now, mainly because they were clouded with worry. He smiled the sad smile as she left to find Aragorn. He was quite curious what they were going to talk about, though from Már's searching look he could tell it will probably be about him. About what he was so sad about. But she couldn't find out, he thought as the perfect image of his sister, being Már, walked out to find his long-time friend.
She couldn't find out...
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Disclaimer: Pwetty pwease? No? Oh well... Nope, don't own it yet.
A.N. I thought the story might end too soon, so I added a little twist. Sorry if this is crappy work and stuff, but I'm not a professional writer, and my stories will probably suck for a long time.
Okay, just a little question, though. Should I leave it as it is, or should I switch to POV's in the next chapter?