A/N: Hey everyone! Thank you to ALL of you who have reviewed my story! PLEASE tell me what I can do to make this story a better one! I love your suggestions and don't be afraid to just tell me straight! I have written the ending now, so now I all can do is make you wait…. And wait…. And wait. MUHAHAHA! Enjoy!
Tinioniel woke in the bed with the same linens over her. Legolas was seated near her which made memories, almost like a deja vous, come back to her.
"What happened?" Tinioniel asked wearily. Legolas was quiet for a few minutes, but then answered her painful question.
"You died." Tinioniel moved her arm underneath her to support her in getting up. Legolas jumped up from his chair to help her, but she motioned for him to be seated once again. Legolas did not sit but did not help her either; he knew she was stubborn and independent so he stood on guard, ready to help in an instant. Successfully, Tinioniel sat up and readjusted to covers on the bed.
"Tell me everything. I mean everything. Things you saw, things you know, everything." For hours they sat, Legolas recounting the events that had taken place, and the hurt they all felt.
"Now it's your turn." Tinioniel looked at him with fear and surprise, not sure of what to say or where to begin.
"Only if you make my hair look pretty."
"Make your hair look pretty? That would take too much time! Your hair is frizzed and terribly unkept." They both smiled as Legolas sat on the bed behind her, gathering hair into his fingers. Legolas was wrong. Her flaxen hair was like velvet and it easily was laced into his fingers. Legolas did not have any siblings, but he felt like Tinioniel was his sister, and this was just something they did to bond. It made him smile.
"So, will you tell me what happened? Or will I have to clean your room as well?"
"Cleaning the room is just an added bonus on your part." Tinioniel was afraid to tell him what happened. Describing what she saw would be no problem for it was still very vivid in her mind. Her feelings though, would be complicated. She felt so many things and not one thing stood out at a particular time she did not think. "Well," She began uneasily. Legolas was her friend, and yet she was anxious about telling him. "It was strange. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before. Usually, I am in the dark, but this was different. There were three moons in a sky that held nothing else; not cloud or star. I stood upon a very fine road; so small that my feet were barely small enough to fit. To the right of me, there was an infinite plain of lush, green grass and tall, blooming trees." Her face brightened at the thought of the sweet smell of flowers and life flourishing on the fresh, chaste surface. Her face then dimmed as she spoke of the left side. "On the other side, it was a desolate wilderness, with snow on the ground, breathing its frosty death breath upon all life. If the sides were summer and winter, I concluded that the place that I remained was the spring and the fall. I was right, for a leaf from the exquisite warmth blew across my face, died, and landed its bones on the cold snowy earth. Then, the wind tried to push and pull me into the snow. There was not definite direction of the wind, it simply came from all directions." Legolas was warped into her story, and when he looked at the elven braid, he realized it looked nothing like the sort. So carefully he undid whatever he made and started over, trying to concentrate more on both the story and her tresses. "It succeed and pushed me towards the snow; towards death. I braced myself for the fall, and many minutes passed by, and I was falling slowly, as if time had no place there. There was nothing I could do to stop the descent, so I landed gently upon the snow, where its glacial, raw, invisible hands held me fast, reassuring that I would not get up from them. It felt like days pasted, and I suppose it did here, but then, right as I gave up hope, I saw rose petals, and I heard Eomer's voice! His voice came to me saying that he gave me this rose as a symbol! And, oh Legolas, the petals were the darkest and the most lovely red I had ever seen! They almost blazed like a fire! They landed around me, except for one. One came down swiftly, and touched my lips, as if giving me a life benevolent kiss. And I was filled with such warmth! Warmer then anything that I had ever known, and yet, it did not burn me. The petals picked me up and carried me. They carried me! They took me to the other side, the warmer side. And that is when I woke up and found you and Eomer, and everyone else standing at, what I now know as, my funeral." Legolas was enthralled by her words, as he looked down at the braid design. It was perfect.
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Tinioniel fell into to arms of sleep again. She rested peacefully, as Legolas was seated next to her reading and humming. She was caught in the limbo, between sleep and consciousness. Stillness and serenity consumed her amidst her once dreamless sleep, until she saw a blinding light.
"Legolas?" Tinioniel quietly called. "Where is that light coming from?"
"What light do you speak of?" She turned to Legolas restlessly in her bed and saw his form floating away from her, being absorbed by the intensity of the beam.
"Legolas?" She screamed. "Is anyone there?" She was encompassed in the immense radiance for some time it seemed, until finally it faded, though the world it revealed was not a familiar one. There were fields of dying grass, shrouded in a grey mist. The sounds of far off combat could be heard among the haze, although nothing was decipherable. A beam suddenly broke through the clouds revealing a woman descending from them. Her long hair flowed behind her and blended into the clouds, while she was cloaked in the stars from the opening formed by the clouds. She held a likeness to Tinioniel, but before she could dwell on the thought any longer, she heard his scream. Eomer's voice rang through the air as Tinioniel averted her eyes from the woman, trying to find Eomer in the miasma. She succeeded and found Eomer, lying on the ground. A sword was held upright from his stomach, and blood poured freely from the wound. Yet another luminosity came to be, born from Eomer's wound, which captured TInioiniel's form in its blood luster. Screaming, she was blinded, and the brightness faded from her.
Tinioniel breathed in, as if she had held her breath the entire time. It was just a dream, but, it felt so real. With out warning, Legolas placed his elven hand upon her back, giving her a frightful scare.
"Are you alright?" He asked. "You babbled on about a light and then you started screaming. What is the matter? You stopped breathing and moving. What happened?"
"It… it is nothing. I am fine. I just had a…. a bad dream. That's all. Just a bad dream."
A/N: Yea! One more chapter down! This is becoming fun! Sorry it took me so long to post! I have been really busy… but that is no excuse! Well please review and come back soon! There is much more to come!