Author's Note: Lo' everybody. Hope you enjoyed chapter four, chapter five
promises to have a slight uplift in tone, Emotional roller coasters are
always so fun to put characters through. This is another combo chapter;
next solo chapter won't be for a while. I hope to have the Harry Potter
story, to be titled Say Hello to a Brand New Day, and the first chapter of
our new LOTR story entitled sing for the Moment up by this weekend. Well
that is enough ranting on for now... On with the story.
Disclaimer: nOpE, NoT oUrS...wIsH ThEy WeRe ThOuGh...^-^
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Chapter Five.....
Aragorn felt growing anger and sorrow rising in his chest as he watched Legolas struggle to keep his composure.
He had gone to speak with Elnrod about Legolas, and how he should be allowed to pick his own bride, to let tradition fall to the wayside for once in his life... Aragorn had avoided his Ada all day, as he didn't want him to start yelling again.
When Legolas kissed his new bride, Aragorn could see his heart break. Legolas's shoulders sagged, the radiant glow that always seemed to surround the elves, dissipated, and when he opened his eyes again, Aragorn saw that the usual mischievous, laughing sparkle was gone from them. In one moment he became a mere shadow of the person he had been all his life.
It made Aragorn want to weep with pity and scream with suppressed rage all at the same time. Trying to distract himself, he searched the crowd for Sanliehe. Eowyn and the rest of contingency had been here earlier, but they might not have stayed the entire evening. Somewhere in the background Elnrod was speaking.
"It is time for he bride and groom to retire, for tomorrow they wed!"
There was another loud roar of approval as the two elves were lead from the hall. Aragorn lead Legolas down a different hall, towards his room, away from the Dimhenwen and the roar of he crowd. Once alone Legolas's composer vanished, and Aragorn stopped, letting Legolas collapse against him sobbing. Aragorn wrapped an arm around Legolas's shoulders, fighting to suppress his own tears.
Aragorn stood quietly, letting his friend cry his tears. It struck Aragorn as funny that Legolas could even cry. In all the years he had known him, (and that had been since before Aragorn's mother had died) he had never seen the elf cry. After a few minutes Legolas spoke, breaking the uneasy silence.
"By the Valar Aragorn...what am I going to do?" he chocked out, hiccoughing, tears still streaming down his face.
"Honestly, I don't think there's anything we can do." Aragorn said sympathetically.
"I know. And that's what makes it worse." he hiccoughed again. "I'm never going to see her again..." he broke down again, his body racked with fresh sobs, and he leaned on Aragorn again.
Aragorn could feel his insides twist with guilt as he watched his friend cry helplessly. After all he was the one who had separated the two of them earlier, and now Legolas was supposed to be confined to his rooms with absolutely no visitors until his wedding day because of him.
"I should go..." his friend said, trying to stem the nonstop flow of tears. "Before anyone else sees me crying like this..."
"You, by the order of Lord Elnrod, are to report to your room and are not to leave once you get thee, nor are you allowed to entertain guests." Aragorn said, straightening up. "There will be posted by both doors to assure that you follow these orders..." he paused and looked meaningfully at Legolas. "But no one is guarding the balconies."
Legolas looked up at him hopefully. Aragorn merely nodded.
"Go. Now."
A little of the glow returned to Legolas's eyes, and he nodded. Aragorn smiled at him.
"I shall see you later." then he turned and walked away. He had to find Meruil...
*~*~*~*~*~*~
Meruil sat, the cold and damp riddling her thin frame, a fine mist silhouetting her against the pale moon, the waterfall creating a fine veil over the rock where she sat. Her appearance was quite different of that at the ball. Her glowing beauty was gone, replaced by a gaunt, harried look. She was rapidly wasting away form the grief hat ravaged her very soul as she sat in the moonlight. She did not shine, but was pale and cold, as if death was sinking into her very veins. She looked as if she would never recover from the ache that sat deep in her heart. She had cried, the tear stains on her face wee evidence enough of that, but now she could find no more tears to cry, so she rocked back and forth sobbing dryly.
She froze as she felt someone wrap a warm cloak about her shoulders from behind. She turned her head only slightly to see Aragorn standing behind her, a look of concern on his face. Then she turned back to the waterfall, sniffling. Aragorn walked around her, and then grasped her hands, lifting her up from her stony perch.
"Come." he said. "Legolas is waiting."
She stared at him in shock for a few moments, and then asked in a most puzzled voice, "But how can he be waiting? It is fordidde...."
"I mean he is waiting for you."
"But how?! I thought he was..." Aragorn placed a finger on her lips silencing her.
"Just- Trust me." he turned and began to walk off, not looking back.
He did not have to. Meruil was after him in a flash, holding the cloak tightly around her. Aragorn led her all the way to his quarters on the opposite side of the city. He paused before the two huge and intricately carved doors. He turned to her smiling and opened the door, bowing her in. She went to pass, but stopped. She turned and gave him a light kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you...for everything..." then she turned and went in.
Aragorn shut the door still smiling. It was time h went to visit Arwen...
I am an ass. TO put it in the sweetest terminology possible. I started typing this chapter over a month ago and just now finished it... watch it take me another week to update the stupid thing... There might be a slight delay n other chapters, as we are in the process of finishing the Hp story, writing our new LOTR story and finishing up the last few details on the sequel... That's right. You heard me. In the time I've been goofing off like a lame ass, we finished writing this story *SOB* (almost 50 chapters!!!) And are about 1/64 of the way through a stunning sequel. LOVELY... weellllll, I've got tons more typing to do, so I had better get going...
Reviews breath life into our doomed souls...come on people give us air....
Disclaimer: nOpE, NoT oUrS...wIsH ThEy WeRe ThOuGh...^-^
Thank you to:
Chapter Five.....
Aragorn felt growing anger and sorrow rising in his chest as he watched Legolas struggle to keep his composure.
He had gone to speak with Elnrod about Legolas, and how he should be allowed to pick his own bride, to let tradition fall to the wayside for once in his life... Aragorn had avoided his Ada all day, as he didn't want him to start yelling again.
When Legolas kissed his new bride, Aragorn could see his heart break. Legolas's shoulders sagged, the radiant glow that always seemed to surround the elves, dissipated, and when he opened his eyes again, Aragorn saw that the usual mischievous, laughing sparkle was gone from them. In one moment he became a mere shadow of the person he had been all his life.
It made Aragorn want to weep with pity and scream with suppressed rage all at the same time. Trying to distract himself, he searched the crowd for Sanliehe. Eowyn and the rest of contingency had been here earlier, but they might not have stayed the entire evening. Somewhere in the background Elnrod was speaking.
"It is time for he bride and groom to retire, for tomorrow they wed!"
There was another loud roar of approval as the two elves were lead from the hall. Aragorn lead Legolas down a different hall, towards his room, away from the Dimhenwen and the roar of he crowd. Once alone Legolas's composer vanished, and Aragorn stopped, letting Legolas collapse against him sobbing. Aragorn wrapped an arm around Legolas's shoulders, fighting to suppress his own tears.
Aragorn stood quietly, letting his friend cry his tears. It struck Aragorn as funny that Legolas could even cry. In all the years he had known him, (and that had been since before Aragorn's mother had died) he had never seen the elf cry. After a few minutes Legolas spoke, breaking the uneasy silence.
"By the Valar Aragorn...what am I going to do?" he chocked out, hiccoughing, tears still streaming down his face.
"Honestly, I don't think there's anything we can do." Aragorn said sympathetically.
"I know. And that's what makes it worse." he hiccoughed again. "I'm never going to see her again..." he broke down again, his body racked with fresh sobs, and he leaned on Aragorn again.
Aragorn could feel his insides twist with guilt as he watched his friend cry helplessly. After all he was the one who had separated the two of them earlier, and now Legolas was supposed to be confined to his rooms with absolutely no visitors until his wedding day because of him.
"I should go..." his friend said, trying to stem the nonstop flow of tears. "Before anyone else sees me crying like this..."
"You, by the order of Lord Elnrod, are to report to your room and are not to leave once you get thee, nor are you allowed to entertain guests." Aragorn said, straightening up. "There will be posted by both doors to assure that you follow these orders..." he paused and looked meaningfully at Legolas. "But no one is guarding the balconies."
Legolas looked up at him hopefully. Aragorn merely nodded.
"Go. Now."
A little of the glow returned to Legolas's eyes, and he nodded. Aragorn smiled at him.
"I shall see you later." then he turned and walked away. He had to find Meruil...
*~*~*~*~*~*~
Meruil sat, the cold and damp riddling her thin frame, a fine mist silhouetting her against the pale moon, the waterfall creating a fine veil over the rock where she sat. Her appearance was quite different of that at the ball. Her glowing beauty was gone, replaced by a gaunt, harried look. She was rapidly wasting away form the grief hat ravaged her very soul as she sat in the moonlight. She did not shine, but was pale and cold, as if death was sinking into her very veins. She looked as if she would never recover from the ache that sat deep in her heart. She had cried, the tear stains on her face wee evidence enough of that, but now she could find no more tears to cry, so she rocked back and forth sobbing dryly.
She froze as she felt someone wrap a warm cloak about her shoulders from behind. She turned her head only slightly to see Aragorn standing behind her, a look of concern on his face. Then she turned back to the waterfall, sniffling. Aragorn walked around her, and then grasped her hands, lifting her up from her stony perch.
"Come." he said. "Legolas is waiting."
She stared at him in shock for a few moments, and then asked in a most puzzled voice, "But how can he be waiting? It is fordidde...."
"I mean he is waiting for you."
"But how?! I thought he was..." Aragorn placed a finger on her lips silencing her.
"Just- Trust me." he turned and began to walk off, not looking back.
He did not have to. Meruil was after him in a flash, holding the cloak tightly around her. Aragorn led her all the way to his quarters on the opposite side of the city. He paused before the two huge and intricately carved doors. He turned to her smiling and opened the door, bowing her in. She went to pass, but stopped. She turned and gave him a light kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you...for everything..." then she turned and went in.
Aragorn shut the door still smiling. It was time h went to visit Arwen...
I am an ass. TO put it in the sweetest terminology possible. I started typing this chapter over a month ago and just now finished it... watch it take me another week to update the stupid thing... There might be a slight delay n other chapters, as we are in the process of finishing the Hp story, writing our new LOTR story and finishing up the last few details on the sequel... That's right. You heard me. In the time I've been goofing off like a lame ass, we finished writing this story *SOB* (almost 50 chapters!!!) And are about 1/64 of the way through a stunning sequel. LOVELY... weellllll, I've got tons more typing to do, so I had better get going...
Reviews breath life into our doomed souls...come on people give us air....
