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Chapter Eleven: The Shattered Peaces
*misspelt on purpose
Legolas slept like a child in his bed. The Dark One sighed. The Prince's face was so soft and peaceful... and within himself, he felt the familiar, poisonous rage that filled his entire soul at the thought of the Elf.
//BREAK rip tear shred peace//
He clenched his fists, so tightly that his nails dug painfully into his palms, leaving small red crescents that oozed blood. His eyes dilated as he fought to control his breathing. He had to to get inside the Prince's head. He had to make the Prince scream.
//blood HATE anger anger rage MINE//
The Dark One rocked back and forth on his heels and toes as he felt the firey hatred of the Prince's newfound peace wrap around him and through him like a serpent through his veins. The platinum blonde elf. Haldir.
Haldir was making Legolas remember. Making Legolas's mind pull itself back together.
//so CLOSE to broken so CLOSE damn Haldir Legolas was so CLOSE to falling under//
He knew his body was in no way fit enough to take on Haldir.
He just had to think of a way to break the Prince...
//mine//
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Legolas rolled over, mumbling something incoherent as he slept. Someone was close. Someone was near. He was not alone...
Someone was watching him.
Legolas sat bolt upright, gasping for air, his eyes wide with blind terror. He looked around himself, confused, and then recognition dawned in those frightened eyes. Haldir. His light. He was in Haldir's talan.
Sighing with relief, Legolas flopped back down on his bed, gazing calmly up at the ceiling. Haldir... he did not know why, but Haldir was really, really important to him. Haldir was the one who sat beside him for hours when he blanked out. He was the one who walked him back and forth to the kitchens when he was afraid of being alone.
//He's... different. I am not sure where home is, but I want it to be here. I want home to be where Haldir is.//
Legolas glanced at the door, and saw the handle turn. He frowned. Who-
Rumil stepped inside, a sad expression on his face. He looked around, noticed Legolas, and gave a small smile.
"Sorry to bother you. May I wait here? I don't want to be alone after what happened yesterday..." Legolas nodded.
"What happened yesterday?" he asked curiously when Rumil had seated himself. Rumil looked away, staring sadly at the floor. It seemed like a long time before Rumil answered.
"Yesterday- yesterday an elf I was looking after- he died, right in front of me," Rumil said haltingly. He sighed, and bent forwards. Legolas looked at him, perturbed.
"Rumil?" he asked hesitantly.
"Yes, Legolas?"
"What is 'died'? What does it mean?"
"...."
"Rumil?"
"To die- well- 'dead' means that you can never see that person again. It means that they go away where you can't follow, and they leave their bodies behind. They grow stiff and cold, and it is like they are asleep- but- but they'll never- wake- up-"
Rumil began to cry, and Legolas got up, wrapping a comforting arm around the shocked Elf. He made soft noises. After a while, Rumil collected himself, and Legolas looked at him gently.
"It is not the first time, is it, someone has died? Someone you knew?"
Rumil nodded reluctantly. "My mother died," he whispered softly. "Haldir doesn't miss her that much- he never really knew our mother- but she was the most wonderful person in the world. He had gone outside to play, you see, and accidentally wandered far away from where he was supposed to go. An arrow caught Mama in the chest as she fell saving him.
"It is very hard not to blame him, even though it's not his fault at all. I just loved her so much- and now- another death- and I was supposed to protect the elf who died! I was supposed to save him from everything. I was supposed to make sure Lalwen never felt the same pain I did, but now he will, and I can't help but think-
"I can't help but believe it's my fault," Rumil delared unhappily. "What could I have done to save him? I am sure I could have done something..."
Legolas patted Rumil on the head soothingly. "It is not your fault," he murmered. "No Elf can dictate fate. Mother... I can't remember my mother... who... who was she..."
His voice grew distracted, and he faded into silence. Rumil rubbed his tears away on the back of his hand, and smiled. "Thank you," he said with a friendlier smile than before. "Thank you for everything."
Rumil shut the door behind him on his way out of the talan, feeling a little relieved and much better than when he had first stumbled over to talk to Haldir. As he walked back to his own talan, a light snow began to fall through the barrier.
The light in Orophin's talan had gone out.
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Erin sat calmly on a fallen log next to Helle, composed and serene in a thick winter cloak. Helle himself was garbed in his usual grey and blue robes. She looked at him sadly.
"What is the matter, Lady Erin?" Helle asked gently, as he took out the food he had packed for the both of them. Erin sighed.
"You're such a beautiful bird. It is such a pity that the shadows will catch you sooner or later."
"Erin?"
"Yes, dear bird?"
Helle leaned closer, eager with anticipation. Oh, Valar, let this be the breakthrough, he prayed briefly. "Who are the shadows?"
Erin smiled. "That is a sad story, bird. Do you wish to know it?"
"Yes, my lady, I do."
"I cannot tell you much- only that sister was right there when the shadows came out. Sister took the brunt of it. Sister ran away after that, but then something out of the well came back, so long after, and that something was the shadows. I screamed, you know," she said seriously. "I screamed for hours and hours and my throat bled terribly, but no one could hear me, and no one came."
Helle laid a warm hand over Erin's cold one. "I can hear you."
Erin's eyes grew wide. She shook her head repeatedly, rocking back and forth. "No. No one can hear me."
"I can hear you, Erin."
"You can't hear me. I'm talking and you can't hear me. You aren't listening."
"Erin-" Helle wrapped his arms around her before she could go into her usual convulsions. "Erin," he said softly. "I'm listening."
Tears splashed down onto Helle's hands. "R-really?"
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Gwaloth sighed as she saw Legolas walking next to Haldir as the pair walked over to the kitchens. The two were inseperable. They were obviously in love- only an idiot could possibly not see that.
//But I still don't want to see it,// Gwaloth admitted with a bowed head. //I've loved Legolas ever since I met him, but no matter what I try to do, nothing works. I couldn't save him from whatever was plaguing him in Mirkwood. I'm just as useless over here.//
Gwaloth felt more than a little lost. //Where am I without Legolas to hold on to?// she wondered. //My life so far has always revolved around taking care of him and loving him from a distance. What will I do with my life when he's all right again? Once I wanted to marry him, and I- I swore my soul to him... I still do-//
//But his heart belongs to another. Not to me. I just-//
//I hope Haldir's good to him.//
Gwaloth left her position in the trees, and walked for a while in the gathering twilight until her feet found their way to the talan where she was staying. She opened the door, and stepped inside.
The snow, which had been powder in the air, was starting to grow in piles on the ground.
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Haldir held onto Legolas's arm as the two of them walked back from their evening meal. Legolas's breath smelled sweetly of the fruit he had just eaten, and for a few moments they just looked at each other in the swirling snow, under a beam of moonlight.
Almost without realizing it, Haldir leaned forward.
The kiss was sweeter than any food Legolas could have eaten.
For a few long minutes, Legolas stayed in that position, his back supported by one of Haldir's strong arms, his head tilted back in a loving embrace. It felt good. It felt right. Nothing was wrong with it. Best of all...
//...it isn't hurting... It doesn't hurt!//
Haldir broke off the contact, flushing a brilliant red. "Sorry," he muttered under his breath. "I don't know what came over me."
Legolas sighed. "Do not be sorry," he asked gently. "You shouldn't be sorry for making me happy."
Haldir turned a darker shade of red, and gruffly led Legolas back to his room, where he promptly fell asleep.
The snow was almost a handspan deep.
*****tbc*****
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Chapter Eleven: The Shattered Peaces
*misspelt on purpose
Legolas slept like a child in his bed. The Dark One sighed. The Prince's face was so soft and peaceful... and within himself, he felt the familiar, poisonous rage that filled his entire soul at the thought of the Elf.
//BREAK rip tear shred peace//
He clenched his fists, so tightly that his nails dug painfully into his palms, leaving small red crescents that oozed blood. His eyes dilated as he fought to control his breathing. He had to to get inside the Prince's head. He had to make the Prince scream.
//blood HATE anger anger rage MINE//
The Dark One rocked back and forth on his heels and toes as he felt the firey hatred of the Prince's newfound peace wrap around him and through him like a serpent through his veins. The platinum blonde elf. Haldir.
Haldir was making Legolas remember. Making Legolas's mind pull itself back together.
//so CLOSE to broken so CLOSE damn Haldir Legolas was so CLOSE to falling under//
He knew his body was in no way fit enough to take on Haldir.
He just had to think of a way to break the Prince...
//mine//
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Legolas rolled over, mumbling something incoherent as he slept. Someone was close. Someone was near. He was not alone...
Someone was watching him.
Legolas sat bolt upright, gasping for air, his eyes wide with blind terror. He looked around himself, confused, and then recognition dawned in those frightened eyes. Haldir. His light. He was in Haldir's talan.
Sighing with relief, Legolas flopped back down on his bed, gazing calmly up at the ceiling. Haldir... he did not know why, but Haldir was really, really important to him. Haldir was the one who sat beside him for hours when he blanked out. He was the one who walked him back and forth to the kitchens when he was afraid of being alone.
//He's... different. I am not sure where home is, but I want it to be here. I want home to be where Haldir is.//
Legolas glanced at the door, and saw the handle turn. He frowned. Who-
Rumil stepped inside, a sad expression on his face. He looked around, noticed Legolas, and gave a small smile.
"Sorry to bother you. May I wait here? I don't want to be alone after what happened yesterday..." Legolas nodded.
"What happened yesterday?" he asked curiously when Rumil had seated himself. Rumil looked away, staring sadly at the floor. It seemed like a long time before Rumil answered.
"Yesterday- yesterday an elf I was looking after- he died, right in front of me," Rumil said haltingly. He sighed, and bent forwards. Legolas looked at him, perturbed.
"Rumil?" he asked hesitantly.
"Yes, Legolas?"
"What is 'died'? What does it mean?"
"...."
"Rumil?"
"To die- well- 'dead' means that you can never see that person again. It means that they go away where you can't follow, and they leave their bodies behind. They grow stiff and cold, and it is like they are asleep- but- but they'll never- wake- up-"
Rumil began to cry, and Legolas got up, wrapping a comforting arm around the shocked Elf. He made soft noises. After a while, Rumil collected himself, and Legolas looked at him gently.
"It is not the first time, is it, someone has died? Someone you knew?"
Rumil nodded reluctantly. "My mother died," he whispered softly. "Haldir doesn't miss her that much- he never really knew our mother- but she was the most wonderful person in the world. He had gone outside to play, you see, and accidentally wandered far away from where he was supposed to go. An arrow caught Mama in the chest as she fell saving him.
"It is very hard not to blame him, even though it's not his fault at all. I just loved her so much- and now- another death- and I was supposed to protect the elf who died! I was supposed to save him from everything. I was supposed to make sure Lalwen never felt the same pain I did, but now he will, and I can't help but think-
"I can't help but believe it's my fault," Rumil delared unhappily. "What could I have done to save him? I am sure I could have done something..."
Legolas patted Rumil on the head soothingly. "It is not your fault," he murmered. "No Elf can dictate fate. Mother... I can't remember my mother... who... who was she..."
His voice grew distracted, and he faded into silence. Rumil rubbed his tears away on the back of his hand, and smiled. "Thank you," he said with a friendlier smile than before. "Thank you for everything."
Rumil shut the door behind him on his way out of the talan, feeling a little relieved and much better than when he had first stumbled over to talk to Haldir. As he walked back to his own talan, a light snow began to fall through the barrier.
The light in Orophin's talan had gone out.
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Erin sat calmly on a fallen log next to Helle, composed and serene in a thick winter cloak. Helle himself was garbed in his usual grey and blue robes. She looked at him sadly.
"What is the matter, Lady Erin?" Helle asked gently, as he took out the food he had packed for the both of them. Erin sighed.
"You're such a beautiful bird. It is such a pity that the shadows will catch you sooner or later."
"Erin?"
"Yes, dear bird?"
Helle leaned closer, eager with anticipation. Oh, Valar, let this be the breakthrough, he prayed briefly. "Who are the shadows?"
Erin smiled. "That is a sad story, bird. Do you wish to know it?"
"Yes, my lady, I do."
"I cannot tell you much- only that sister was right there when the shadows came out. Sister took the brunt of it. Sister ran away after that, but then something out of the well came back, so long after, and that something was the shadows. I screamed, you know," she said seriously. "I screamed for hours and hours and my throat bled terribly, but no one could hear me, and no one came."
Helle laid a warm hand over Erin's cold one. "I can hear you."
Erin's eyes grew wide. She shook her head repeatedly, rocking back and forth. "No. No one can hear me."
"I can hear you, Erin."
"You can't hear me. I'm talking and you can't hear me. You aren't listening."
"Erin-" Helle wrapped his arms around her before she could go into her usual convulsions. "Erin," he said softly. "I'm listening."
Tears splashed down onto Helle's hands. "R-really?"
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Gwaloth sighed as she saw Legolas walking next to Haldir as the pair walked over to the kitchens. The two were inseperable. They were obviously in love- only an idiot could possibly not see that.
//But I still don't want to see it,// Gwaloth admitted with a bowed head. //I've loved Legolas ever since I met him, but no matter what I try to do, nothing works. I couldn't save him from whatever was plaguing him in Mirkwood. I'm just as useless over here.//
Gwaloth felt more than a little lost. //Where am I without Legolas to hold on to?// she wondered. //My life so far has always revolved around taking care of him and loving him from a distance. What will I do with my life when he's all right again? Once I wanted to marry him, and I- I swore my soul to him... I still do-//
//But his heart belongs to another. Not to me. I just-//
//I hope Haldir's good to him.//
Gwaloth left her position in the trees, and walked for a while in the gathering twilight until her feet found their way to the talan where she was staying. She opened the door, and stepped inside.
The snow, which had been powder in the air, was starting to grow in piles on the ground.
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Haldir held onto Legolas's arm as the two of them walked back from their evening meal. Legolas's breath smelled sweetly of the fruit he had just eaten, and for a few moments they just looked at each other in the swirling snow, under a beam of moonlight.
Almost without realizing it, Haldir leaned forward.
The kiss was sweeter than any food Legolas could have eaten.
For a few long minutes, Legolas stayed in that position, his back supported by one of Haldir's strong arms, his head tilted back in a loving embrace. It felt good. It felt right. Nothing was wrong with it. Best of all...
//...it isn't hurting... It doesn't hurt!//
Haldir broke off the contact, flushing a brilliant red. "Sorry," he muttered under his breath. "I don't know what came over me."
Legolas sighed. "Do not be sorry," he asked gently. "You shouldn't be sorry for making me happy."
Haldir turned a darker shade of red, and gruffly led Legolas back to his room, where he promptly fell asleep.
The snow was almost a handspan deep.
*****tbc*****
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