Painful Memories, Shattered Love
Meetings On the Road
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Már winced. She didn't really know why, but Legolas' sad nod just broke something in her. She walked out and soon found Aragorn reclining not far away.
"Of all of us, you have known my father the longest and the best. Even I cannot say I know him very well. Please, I cannot figure out what's wrong with him..."
"I will help you as much as I can, Márwen. But do not trust to hope. Your father has ever been hard to figure out."
Aragorn got up, and Már watched him walk over to Legolas.
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He walked over to his old friend. Legolas' eyes were still red and he was still very close to crying. Something definitely wasn't right. Legolas hardly ever cried, and never broke down like that. He always managed to pull himself together.
"Friend, we can all see something is terribly wrong with you. Please, tell me! I hate to see you suffer so much..."
"I'm sorry, Aragorn... You can't help me... She can't find out... I cannot..."
Aragorn was feeling sorry for his friend. He could tell the Elf was struggling with his feelings.
"Remember, I'm always here if you have to talk to someone..."
With that Aragorn walked away. He knew Legolas would tell him when he thought it appropriate. It has happened before.
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Legolas watched as his friend walked away. He knew he would tell him in time, but he had to examine his feelings. He knew Aragorn knew. It has happened before.
So he watched his friend walk away, and in his heart, he knew he would have to tell someone... But not yet.
~~~~~
Már looked searchingly at Aragorn. He shook his head slightly, and she sighed. She also knew her father would reveal his secret in a little while, or rather when he thought it right. But she didn't really want to wait. She knew she was being anxious and impatient, but she had a feeling that she wouldn't make it out of the Mines of Moria. And she thought that if she died, her father would not live it. She could tell he was phobic about her, though he tried to hide it. That was the biggest mystery. Why did he try to hide that he cared for and about her?
~~~~~
He was struggling with himself.
He truly felt that he should tell his daughter. But then, he couldn't. He was fighting against the very feeling of care. No, he told himself. You can't feel that. It'll scar you even more if something happens to her. Don't...
That was his last conscious thought before he drifted off to sleep. A sleep in which the voices of his sister and mother kept telling him... Telling him to tell her. You can't hide it forever, they said. She will find out, and it wil hurt you even more because you will have to see her suffer. Because you haven't told her something that important... You will see her die, and your secret would never be dealt with. You know that... Her death would kill you. You can't bear to stand another one of us die... And she will be in so much pain... Tell her... I cannot, Legolas answered them in his thoughts. If I do, she will die hating me...
Ah, but how do you know that? Child, you beloved daughter's emotions are clear now. She loves you, and will not be able to bring herself to hate you... You know that. You know all of this. But you are making up the excuses. Why? Face it brother - when it's about feelings, you're a coward. You don't even truly love your wife, although you tell her you do, every day.
The two voices were cutting in each other in his mind. But after his sister's last statement, it suddenly became quiet. And Legolas realised that she was right. He was a coward.
Since that was the two spirits' role, they quietly left his mind, leaving him in peace to plan the next day's talk with Már.
~~~~~
Már knew her father was asleep. And she was glad. At least hefound enough peace to fall asleep. But she could still tell his mind was troubling him. She couldn't stand to see her father, whom she's come to love over the last few days, troubled. To see him sad broke her heart. It cut her more deeply than any knife could. It burnt more than any fire. And, she figured out, the wounds would only heal when her father was back at peace. Even, if it cost her her life. So it did comfort her to see him sleeping.
The dark shadow of foreboding fell over her. She was afraid. With every day they came closer to Moria, and, she feared, to her doom.
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Disclaimer: N! O! I do not own it! Or maybe... Hang on... *checks e-mail* Nope. Rings still Tolkien's... But I claim Márwen and the personality of Legolas... Mwahahahahaha!!!
A.N. Can a presence in your mind leave quietly?
Anyway, to answer a question, Haldir's Heart and Soul, there might be a secret. But I doubt it would be about her parentage. But good thinking... *tosses HHS a cookie* there you go! You're like my only reviewer! Oh and here *tosses Carla a cookie, thinks for a while and then tosses Laureline a cookie too* Cookies for all my reviewers!
~*~nt
P.S. I might be off for a while because a) I'm running out of ideas, b) I might be putting up another story, and c) I gotta get more chappies before I go on. So buhbye for now!!! :*
Meetings On the Road
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Már winced. She didn't really know why, but Legolas' sad nod just broke something in her. She walked out and soon found Aragorn reclining not far away.
"Of all of us, you have known my father the longest and the best. Even I cannot say I know him very well. Please, I cannot figure out what's wrong with him..."
"I will help you as much as I can, Márwen. But do not trust to hope. Your father has ever been hard to figure out."
Aragorn got up, and Már watched him walk over to Legolas.
~~~~~
He walked over to his old friend. Legolas' eyes were still red and he was still very close to crying. Something definitely wasn't right. Legolas hardly ever cried, and never broke down like that. He always managed to pull himself together.
"Friend, we can all see something is terribly wrong with you. Please, tell me! I hate to see you suffer so much..."
"I'm sorry, Aragorn... You can't help me... She can't find out... I cannot..."
Aragorn was feeling sorry for his friend. He could tell the Elf was struggling with his feelings.
"Remember, I'm always here if you have to talk to someone..."
With that Aragorn walked away. He knew Legolas would tell him when he thought it appropriate. It has happened before.
~~~~~
Legolas watched as his friend walked away. He knew he would tell him in time, but he had to examine his feelings. He knew Aragorn knew. It has happened before.
So he watched his friend walk away, and in his heart, he knew he would have to tell someone... But not yet.
~~~~~
Már looked searchingly at Aragorn. He shook his head slightly, and she sighed. She also knew her father would reveal his secret in a little while, or rather when he thought it right. But she didn't really want to wait. She knew she was being anxious and impatient, but she had a feeling that she wouldn't make it out of the Mines of Moria. And she thought that if she died, her father would not live it. She could tell he was phobic about her, though he tried to hide it. That was the biggest mystery. Why did he try to hide that he cared for and about her?
~~~~~
He was struggling with himself.
He truly felt that he should tell his daughter. But then, he couldn't. He was fighting against the very feeling of care. No, he told himself. You can't feel that. It'll scar you even more if something happens to her. Don't...
That was his last conscious thought before he drifted off to sleep. A sleep in which the voices of his sister and mother kept telling him... Telling him to tell her. You can't hide it forever, they said. She will find out, and it wil hurt you even more because you will have to see her suffer. Because you haven't told her something that important... You will see her die, and your secret would never be dealt with. You know that... Her death would kill you. You can't bear to stand another one of us die... And she will be in so much pain... Tell her... I cannot, Legolas answered them in his thoughts. If I do, she will die hating me...
Ah, but how do you know that? Child, you beloved daughter's emotions are clear now. She loves you, and will not be able to bring herself to hate you... You know that. You know all of this. But you are making up the excuses. Why? Face it brother - when it's about feelings, you're a coward. You don't even truly love your wife, although you tell her you do, every day.
The two voices were cutting in each other in his mind. But after his sister's last statement, it suddenly became quiet. And Legolas realised that she was right. He was a coward.
Since that was the two spirits' role, they quietly left his mind, leaving him in peace to plan the next day's talk with Már.
~~~~~
Már knew her father was asleep. And she was glad. At least hefound enough peace to fall asleep. But she could still tell his mind was troubling him. She couldn't stand to see her father, whom she's come to love over the last few days, troubled. To see him sad broke her heart. It cut her more deeply than any knife could. It burnt more than any fire. And, she figured out, the wounds would only heal when her father was back at peace. Even, if it cost her her life. So it did comfort her to see him sleeping.
The dark shadow of foreboding fell over her. She was afraid. With every day they came closer to Moria, and, she feared, to her doom.
**********
Disclaimer: N! O! I do not own it! Or maybe... Hang on... *checks e-mail* Nope. Rings still Tolkien's... But I claim Márwen and the personality of Legolas... Mwahahahahaha!!!
A.N. Can a presence in your mind leave quietly?
Anyway, to answer a question, Haldir's Heart and Soul, there might be a secret. But I doubt it would be about her parentage. But good thinking... *tosses HHS a cookie* there you go! You're like my only reviewer! Oh and here *tosses Carla a cookie, thinks for a while and then tosses Laureline a cookie too* Cookies for all my reviewers!
~*~nt
P.S. I might be off for a while because a) I'm running out of ideas, b) I might be putting up another story, and c) I gotta get more chappies before I go on. So buhbye for now!!! :*