A/N.. Haha.. gotcha! Just makin sure you were payin attention... * hangs head
in shame ..i'm such a blonde * Sorry for the mix up!
Thanks again Tracy!
Mia... I think Lianna's love for her family and friends keeps her from
fading.
This one's kind of a short chapter...
Chapter 8 – The Aftermath
By week's end, Katarina was in absolute distress. She knew what was bothering Legolas, and was in relentless internal difference over what to do about it. Talking to him was no use, he denied anything was troubling him at all.
Meanwhile, Lianna had been hiding out in her room. She spent all her time sitting in the corner on her bed, arms holding her knees to her chest. No more tears were spent, for she had spent them all, and she had become a withered, empty, sad soul. At first, her father spent nearly all his time with her. He sang to her and held her, as he did when she was an elfling. He brought her food, and eventually, she began to eat almost normal again. She spoke about five words to him since she came home from talking with Legolas all those days ago. They had been to tell him that if she had any visitors, to let them in, except if it was Legolas.
She was glad she told him this, because Gandalf, Aragorn, and Arwen all came to see her. Arwen came the day after the incident, and every day since. Although her intentions were admirable, she wasn't much help. Bless her for trying. Her nonstop chatter was meant to help, but it came to be a nuisance, and Lianna stopped listening after a while.
Aragorn came with her once or twice, and once on his own. His visit greatly helped, for he spoke wisdom that could relate to her situation. He had loved Arwen for many years, but the love could not be. But, lucky Aragorn, his situation turned out to be a happy ending, unlike hers. When Lianna pointed this out to him, his story didn't seem as relevant anymore. Gandalf came once, and his visit helped most, simplest though it was. He sat on the edge of her bed while he spoke knowledge of his many past experiences.
When Gandalf left her, the sun was just above the tree line. Lianna still felt an emptiness inside, but the devotion of her friends had helped take the edge off the feeling. That was a lot of what Gandalf spoke about: friends. They are the most important thing. Speaking from personal experience, a good friend is more useful than all the tools or weapons elves could make in their immortal lifetimes. If you are lucky enough to have even one true friend, that is all you need. And Lianna had three. Not to mention her Ada. Even her brothers pitched in and took care of her chores so she'd not have to worry about anything while her heart mended.
Lianna knew Legolas and Katarina would be leaving for Mirkwood in two days. She tried not to think about it, but it seeped through the cracks of the blockade around her heart, soul, and mind. It invaded every crevice and corner of her being, and she could not escape it. There came a time when Lianna was glad they were leaving, and could not wait for the day. That way, she'd not have to think about how he was only a few minutes' walk from her door. She'd not have to think that if she stepped out her door, she'd see them, arm in arm, laughing without a care in the world.
Chapter 8 – The Aftermath
By week's end, Katarina was in absolute distress. She knew what was bothering Legolas, and was in relentless internal difference over what to do about it. Talking to him was no use, he denied anything was troubling him at all.
Meanwhile, Lianna had been hiding out in her room. She spent all her time sitting in the corner on her bed, arms holding her knees to her chest. No more tears were spent, for she had spent them all, and she had become a withered, empty, sad soul. At first, her father spent nearly all his time with her. He sang to her and held her, as he did when she was an elfling. He brought her food, and eventually, she began to eat almost normal again. She spoke about five words to him since she came home from talking with Legolas all those days ago. They had been to tell him that if she had any visitors, to let them in, except if it was Legolas.
She was glad she told him this, because Gandalf, Aragorn, and Arwen all came to see her. Arwen came the day after the incident, and every day since. Although her intentions were admirable, she wasn't much help. Bless her for trying. Her nonstop chatter was meant to help, but it came to be a nuisance, and Lianna stopped listening after a while.
Aragorn came with her once or twice, and once on his own. His visit greatly helped, for he spoke wisdom that could relate to her situation. He had loved Arwen for many years, but the love could not be. But, lucky Aragorn, his situation turned out to be a happy ending, unlike hers. When Lianna pointed this out to him, his story didn't seem as relevant anymore. Gandalf came once, and his visit helped most, simplest though it was. He sat on the edge of her bed while he spoke knowledge of his many past experiences.
When Gandalf left her, the sun was just above the tree line. Lianna still felt an emptiness inside, but the devotion of her friends had helped take the edge off the feeling. That was a lot of what Gandalf spoke about: friends. They are the most important thing. Speaking from personal experience, a good friend is more useful than all the tools or weapons elves could make in their immortal lifetimes. If you are lucky enough to have even one true friend, that is all you need. And Lianna had three. Not to mention her Ada. Even her brothers pitched in and took care of her chores so she'd not have to worry about anything while her heart mended.
Lianna knew Legolas and Katarina would be leaving for Mirkwood in two days. She tried not to think about it, but it seeped through the cracks of the blockade around her heart, soul, and mind. It invaded every crevice and corner of her being, and she could not escape it. There came a time when Lianna was glad they were leaving, and could not wait for the day. That way, she'd not have to think about how he was only a few minutes' walk from her door. She'd not have to think that if she stepped out her door, she'd see them, arm in arm, laughing without a care in the world.