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Chapter Two: Labyrinth
Legolas was woken by the faintest touch of a hand upon his shoulder. His eyes snapped open, the pupils mere pinpoints and the whites nearly drowning his irises. Slowly, he shrank back from the hand that had frozen over him. A soft whimper rose in the back of his throat as he realized who it was.
"Legolas. Your mother and I have decided that- that you are becoming very sick. We want to help you get better, but we don't know how to do it. So we- we are sending you to Lothlorien to see the Lady Galadriel. She will stop whatever is making you ill. Saes- ionn- do not reject aid, I beg of you.
Legolas shook his head in disbelief, as his tormentor continued. "Saes. Legolas. You must get well. We love you too much to lose you."
Love? This evil yrch did not know what love was. All Legolas wanted was someone who wouldn't betray him, and... he had that already. A small smile touched his lips, and he retreated away from the betrayer. The yrch would sooner stab him than look at him; he had learned it well.
Thranduil sighed and stepped out of his crazed ionn's room. The poor boy was so far removed from the world, he thought everyone was an enemy. Gwaloth, keeper for all the damaged elves, was waiting outside the door. Her eyes were wide and frightened.
"Hîr? Is the cunn well?" Thranduil shook his head sadly. Gwaloth sighed.
"I had hoped he would be better by now; I had hoped that he would not have to be sent away to the Noldor..."
Thranduil smiled gently. "I am sure he will do well, with both you and the Lady Galadriel to look after him." Gwaloth looked up at him with a gasp.
"I am coming? I am accompanying the cunn?" Thranduil nodded.
Gwaloth smiled ecstatically. "Thank you, hîr!" She skipped lightly into Legolas's quarters, bright and happy as a ray of sunshine.
Thranduil smiled. Gwaloth was quite impossible not to like, for she was so happy and sweet. In fact, Legolas even permitted her near him for periods of time. She was one of Thranduil's last links to his ionn.
Gwaloth simply adored Legolas. Thranduil was quite happy that none of the other elves were at war with them, and so an alliance marriage was unnecessary. Legolas would be able to marry whomever he wanted, when he recovered his senses; and it was likely to be Gwaloth, given how the two seemed to connect.
Thranduil chuckled and walked down the hall. The corridor was empty and quiet.
Even emptier were the eyes of the entity watching from the shadows. A ghost of a smile was settled on her lips.
She stepped out of the alcove where she was hiding and picked up a needle in the middle of the carpet. Puzzled, she turned it over in her hands, and then smiled and began to grind the point into her palm. Blood spilled up, and she sighed, dropping it.
"Blood is everywhere," she said in a sing-song voice, beginning to skip lightly towards the balcony. "Blood is even in the needles!"
She paused at the edge of the balcony, a grin plastered to her face. "Blood everywhere. Evidence is everywhere. I sing and sing and sing but you can't hear! You can't hear! I'll never let you hear."
Her eyes darkened, and tears formed in them, making them glisten. Her smile drifted away, and her hand raised, trembling, to her ears. They were sliced in half at jagged angles. "Stop," she whispered pleadingly. "Please stop. Don't eat me. Don't!"
Then she was all smiles again. "I am a ghostly bird!" she crowed, arms spread wide. "I can scream and bleed and fly and no one can ever see me! No one! Not ever!"
Legolas's haggard, pale face appeared at the door. Gwaloth was right behind him, a hand on his arm. "... oh, no you don't, Legolas, turn around like a good boy now and let's go back inside... Erin! What are you doing out of your room, hiril?" Gwaloth gently pushed Legolas back inside his room and shut the door firmly. She put her hands on her hips and glared at Erin.
Erin cast her eyes downwards. "No one can hear me," she said plaintively, by way of explanation. Gwaloth sighed with frustration.
"Honestly, one would think that Mirkwood affects the mind! You are all mad, all of you! They are sending the cunn to live with Noldor until he is healed, and I am going. That means you and the other sick ones must come too. Valar... oh, Valar... come, Erin, let's go back to your room."
"But you can't hear me," Erin objected, petulance filling her voice with the threat of tears. Gwaloth's eyes hardened.
"Move, Erin. Into your room, now, or I will have to force you in."
Erin's eyes nearly brimmed over, but she sniffled and meekly began to head over to an open hallway door with her head down. "I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry," she mumbled continuously under her breath. "I am sorry. I am sorry. Please forgive me, I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry."
Gwaloth's eyes grew yet colder. "Move, Erin!" she snarled, and began to drag Erin at a faster pace towards the room in which she was kept. Erin cried out softly.
"But it is frightening in that room! The shadow, the shadow! The shadows will eat me alive!"
Gwaloth shoved Erin into the room. "You are fine, Erin. No one will even come to see you until tomorrow when I bring you food. I promise."
"Promise the shadows won't get me?"
Gwaloth rolled her eyes. "I promise."
Erin smiled disturbingly and leaned against the door to stop Gwaloth from shutting it. Gwaloth grunted and leaned on the other side, trying to close it.
"If you aren't telling the truth..." Erin's face was twisted and frightening, and Gwaloth struggled harder. But the door scarcely moved, and Gwaloth had to heave against it before it shut with a smooth click.
From behind the door came Erin's voice.
"Then I will command the shadows, and they will obey me- and they will eat you until your bones are all that it left."
Gwaloth shuddered and stepped away from the door. She glared at it, and muttered something rude under her breath.
She stepped back into Legolas's room, and shut the door behind her. Silence once again reigned the halls. Even Erin was silent.
No one knew much about Gwaloth, other than her name, 'blossom', and her cheerful attitude. She was secretive, having come from the streets, and she had no background.
Nobody knew what she did in her spare time, but she was assumed to be helping the cunn. After all, everyone knew she loved him to death.
*****tbc*****
A/n: Woot, no one's reading, but that's okay because I already KNOW I am worthless. Please review, even to flame me to a crisp. And, no, this is not a MS, it will be slash. ^^. Byez!!!!! Please review!!!!! Oh, and for the 2-watt bulbs out there: cunn = prince. I thought it was obvious, but, hey, what do I know?
Cheysuli: OHMYGOD!!!!!!!!!!!!! HI!!!!!!!!! Remember me? I e- mailed you once, like, ages ago! My name was 'elfy baby blue' back then!!!!!! AIE!!!!!!!
Plus, you are like, a legend. *_* I got a review from you!!!!! YAY!!!!!!! (begins to bounce)
Silvawen: Never fear, Batwoman is here and she will not stop writing this fic!!!!! ... cos you see my nickname is Batwoman. ^^. Dunno wai, I'm a fluffy bunnies sort of person. ^^. And, no fears!!! Me and my muses actually agree on this for once. We will write as much as we can for this!!!!! Oh, and btw... I am going to England for Christmas!!!!! Maybe, if fate bends my way, I will bump into you somewhere. :)
Keeper of the Dreams: Aloha!!!!! And, want to know my secret for writing? I feed my muses (and myself) a TON of sci/fi, fanfiction, molten lava, and sugar!!!! Lol, I am insane!!!!!!! Nice to find a soulmate!!!
Checkmate: Hi!!!!!!! Nice to meet you. Here is more. Hope you enjoy!!!!!
Disclaimer: Not mine. (bawls)
Chapter Two: Labyrinth
Legolas was woken by the faintest touch of a hand upon his shoulder. His eyes snapped open, the pupils mere pinpoints and the whites nearly drowning his irises. Slowly, he shrank back from the hand that had frozen over him. A soft whimper rose in the back of his throat as he realized who it was.
"Legolas. Your mother and I have decided that- that you are becoming very sick. We want to help you get better, but we don't know how to do it. So we- we are sending you to Lothlorien to see the Lady Galadriel. She will stop whatever is making you ill. Saes- ionn- do not reject aid, I beg of you.
Legolas shook his head in disbelief, as his tormentor continued. "Saes. Legolas. You must get well. We love you too much to lose you."
Love? This evil yrch did not know what love was. All Legolas wanted was someone who wouldn't betray him, and... he had that already. A small smile touched his lips, and he retreated away from the betrayer. The yrch would sooner stab him than look at him; he had learned it well.
Thranduil sighed and stepped out of his crazed ionn's room. The poor boy was so far removed from the world, he thought everyone was an enemy. Gwaloth, keeper for all the damaged elves, was waiting outside the door. Her eyes were wide and frightened.
"Hîr? Is the cunn well?" Thranduil shook his head sadly. Gwaloth sighed.
"I had hoped he would be better by now; I had hoped that he would not have to be sent away to the Noldor..."
Thranduil smiled gently. "I am sure he will do well, with both you and the Lady Galadriel to look after him." Gwaloth looked up at him with a gasp.
"I am coming? I am accompanying the cunn?" Thranduil nodded.
Gwaloth smiled ecstatically. "Thank you, hîr!" She skipped lightly into Legolas's quarters, bright and happy as a ray of sunshine.
Thranduil smiled. Gwaloth was quite impossible not to like, for she was so happy and sweet. In fact, Legolas even permitted her near him for periods of time. She was one of Thranduil's last links to his ionn.
Gwaloth simply adored Legolas. Thranduil was quite happy that none of the other elves were at war with them, and so an alliance marriage was unnecessary. Legolas would be able to marry whomever he wanted, when he recovered his senses; and it was likely to be Gwaloth, given how the two seemed to connect.
Thranduil chuckled and walked down the hall. The corridor was empty and quiet.
Even emptier were the eyes of the entity watching from the shadows. A ghost of a smile was settled on her lips.
She stepped out of the alcove where she was hiding and picked up a needle in the middle of the carpet. Puzzled, she turned it over in her hands, and then smiled and began to grind the point into her palm. Blood spilled up, and she sighed, dropping it.
"Blood is everywhere," she said in a sing-song voice, beginning to skip lightly towards the balcony. "Blood is even in the needles!"
She paused at the edge of the balcony, a grin plastered to her face. "Blood everywhere. Evidence is everywhere. I sing and sing and sing but you can't hear! You can't hear! I'll never let you hear."
Her eyes darkened, and tears formed in them, making them glisten. Her smile drifted away, and her hand raised, trembling, to her ears. They were sliced in half at jagged angles. "Stop," she whispered pleadingly. "Please stop. Don't eat me. Don't!"
Then she was all smiles again. "I am a ghostly bird!" she crowed, arms spread wide. "I can scream and bleed and fly and no one can ever see me! No one! Not ever!"
Legolas's haggard, pale face appeared at the door. Gwaloth was right behind him, a hand on his arm. "... oh, no you don't, Legolas, turn around like a good boy now and let's go back inside... Erin! What are you doing out of your room, hiril?" Gwaloth gently pushed Legolas back inside his room and shut the door firmly. She put her hands on her hips and glared at Erin.
Erin cast her eyes downwards. "No one can hear me," she said plaintively, by way of explanation. Gwaloth sighed with frustration.
"Honestly, one would think that Mirkwood affects the mind! You are all mad, all of you! They are sending the cunn to live with Noldor until he is healed, and I am going. That means you and the other sick ones must come too. Valar... oh, Valar... come, Erin, let's go back to your room."
"But you can't hear me," Erin objected, petulance filling her voice with the threat of tears. Gwaloth's eyes hardened.
"Move, Erin. Into your room, now, or I will have to force you in."
Erin's eyes nearly brimmed over, but she sniffled and meekly began to head over to an open hallway door with her head down. "I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry," she mumbled continuously under her breath. "I am sorry. I am sorry. Please forgive me, I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry."
Gwaloth's eyes grew yet colder. "Move, Erin!" she snarled, and began to drag Erin at a faster pace towards the room in which she was kept. Erin cried out softly.
"But it is frightening in that room! The shadow, the shadow! The shadows will eat me alive!"
Gwaloth shoved Erin into the room. "You are fine, Erin. No one will even come to see you until tomorrow when I bring you food. I promise."
"Promise the shadows won't get me?"
Gwaloth rolled her eyes. "I promise."
Erin smiled disturbingly and leaned against the door to stop Gwaloth from shutting it. Gwaloth grunted and leaned on the other side, trying to close it.
"If you aren't telling the truth..." Erin's face was twisted and frightening, and Gwaloth struggled harder. But the door scarcely moved, and Gwaloth had to heave against it before it shut with a smooth click.
From behind the door came Erin's voice.
"Then I will command the shadows, and they will obey me- and they will eat you until your bones are all that it left."
Gwaloth shuddered and stepped away from the door. She glared at it, and muttered something rude under her breath.
She stepped back into Legolas's room, and shut the door behind her. Silence once again reigned the halls. Even Erin was silent.
No one knew much about Gwaloth, other than her name, 'blossom', and her cheerful attitude. She was secretive, having come from the streets, and she had no background.
Nobody knew what she did in her spare time, but she was assumed to be helping the cunn. After all, everyone knew she loved him to death.
*****tbc*****
A/n: Woot, no one's reading, but that's okay because I already KNOW I am worthless. Please review, even to flame me to a crisp. And, no, this is not a MS, it will be slash. ^^. Byez!!!!! Please review!!!!! Oh, and for the 2-watt bulbs out there: cunn = prince. I thought it was obvious, but, hey, what do I know?
