Disclaimer: The elves are not mine (nor hobbits or m-e men), but J.R.R Tolkien's.I wish they were though.
A? N: Okay I managed to write chapter 11, but I had to make this all quick because I don't like writing the scenes containing any sicknesses.
Review and I will be good and post chapter 12. Thanks to all those who gave me a FB's. Much love, lol
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(Second Age/The Mirkwood)
Legolas's POV
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**I turned myself and I left the Irlun and Olwe, standing beside my door, as I released a contented sigh from my lungs.**
I opened the door of my room and I entered it without making any noise, as my eyes were seeking the sleeping figure on my bed.
This meeting I spend with Haldir, was a victorious one and I couldn't help but grin at my genius mind.
I was ready to bring this all to the end and I was ready to discard this one as the many of them before, so I could find something else to play with, and chase this constant boringness away.
But something thumped in the pit of my stomach when I thought about doing that, and I knew something was stopping me from doing this to Haldir, but I didn't comprehend what could it possibly be.
Something was telling me for the first time that this was wrong, but I tried to push it away from my mind.
I knew I couldn't fall in love and that I was immune to all the senses of my heart.
But why was I feeling that I couldn't let this one go so easily, as I had dumped so many others before. He was after all, the one simple elf who was nothing to me. He was someone who had already fallen for my tactics and I had no use for him anymore.
I glanced upon his sleeping form and I cursed myself for thinking about him that way. I didn't fall for him, I had to deny.
I didn't want for this one to bring me to my defeat and to destroy all of those walls I kept building around me.
He was not worthy of my regard. I kept telling myself that he was nothing to me, but I had realized that I had come to care for him a little. When did my feelings change for him? When did I come to like him? I asked myself but I knew I could only blame those days I spend with him; those days when I got to know him better.
The harsh gasp brought me from my thoughts, and I saw Haldir stumbling from my bed as he clutched his stomach in the sudden pain.
I knew something was really wrong with him and when I leaned over, I could see that he had emptied the contents of his stomach on the floor, and that he was desperately trying to regain his breath.
My heart pounded in the waking fear and I kneeled beside him; brushing his back with the light touches as he vomited upon my floor. I knew I had to fetch the healer, and I called for Irlun; hoping that he didn't go far away from my room.
"Yes, Legolas." I heard him coming in and I yelled for him to fetch a healer. He didn't waste any time observing the situation, because he hastened away. I asked Haldir if he wanted to drink some water, but he refused my offer; as he painfully griped my hand and he started to vomit again.
I knew that this was happening because of those herbs I mixed in his wine, and that he was having some bad reaction to them.
The healer showed up and I released a deep sigh of relief. I didn't know what to do to stop Haldir vomiting and I moved myself away from the healer, as he requested for me to give them some space.
He examined the sick Marchwarden and he frowned when he saw all those contents on the floor. They were of the pale green color and from the first observation he could tell that Haldir had been poisoned.
His word were quick and professional as he addressed me again.
"Your Highess.I would ask of you to call for the guards so they could carry him to my healing quarters. I worry that the poison is already spreading through his system."
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The healer threw me out of the healing room when I started to ask too many questions. He told me that he couldn't tend to his patient properly, with me breathing down his neck.
I was in a deep fear for the Haldir's welfare and I knew that this was all my fault. The healer asked me how this happened but I told him I didn't know, releasing a lie instead of the truth.
I feared that everybody would blame me for poisoning Haldir and it was better to deny it, than to be accused for an accidental crime.
I was hoping that Haldir would come through and that he would be all right. I knew it was a slim chance that he would survive the poisoning, because before I left the room, I took a quick memorizing glance upon his lying body.
His face carried a deathly pale color, and his breathing was becoming more harder. He stopped vomiting but the pain in his stomach had become worse. He released a piercing cry every time the pain hit him and when I saw that, I almost felt dead inside. The Healer told me to go and take some rest in my own chambers, and he told me that there was nothing I could do to help Haldir.
I couldn't sleep that night because for the first time guilt ate at me. I didn't want to feel that guilt, and I tried to tell myself that Marchwarden would be all right, and that there was no use to blame myself for that. But in my mind I knew otherwise.
The morning came and there was no good news for me about the Haldir's condition, and a healer almost gave up on saving his life. I realized if I told him a truth, about me mixing those herbs in the Haldir's drink, then there would be some chance for Haldir to pull through.
My mind was set on revealing all of it to the healer, but I was reluctant to do so. When I saw Haldir laying there, fighting the death, I felt the guilt coming back to me.
"Your Highness, are you sure you don't know how he came to be poisoned like this." The healer, Hitwe, addressed me again when he saw me approaching Haldir's bed.
"Hitwe," I paused, when I saw that he arched his eyebrow in suspicion, and I sighed as Haldir released another painful wail from his mouth. I knew that Hitwe suspected me for all this, but I didn't care. I decided to save this elf's life and to cease this guilt within me, even if the healer would be the one knowing that this was my doing.
"*Waking Enchantress*, the flower of the eastern woods, was used in his drink last night. I used it to seduce him, but that is all I am going to tell you." I came closer to the healer's side and I gave him one of my threatening looks, making him fearful for his life if he started to spread this throughout the entire Kingdom.
I trust you will keep your mouth shut about this, or the consequences will be fatal. Do you understand me, Hitwe?" I said in a harsh tone and he took one step back from me.
'Yes,Your Higness.I understand.I will keep my mouth shut." Hitwe bit his lower lip.
"But sir, could you tell me what color was the *waking enchantress* you used on Haldir. There are several kinds of them and some of them can be very fatal."
"It was a red color, I think. It was dried up when I used it. Does that help you, Hitwe?"
"Oh, Valar." Hitwe uttered and I realized that the flower I used last night must be really dangerous.
"Yes, sir, it does. Excuse me I have to start on the new potion, for Haldir. I hope I am not too late to save him." Hitwe hastened about the room and my breath was caught in my throat, when I observed that the Haldir had just stopped breathing.
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(Present Time/Lorien)
Legolas's POV
"You killed him? But, why is he still alive. He stopped breathing." Frodo scratched his head and I saw that he became puzzled by my story.
"No, he was not dead yet, but his breathing was hardly noticeable. The healer assured me that he was still alive when I realized that he was not breathing."
"Oh so, then he was barely alive." Frodo said and I turned my head from him, as he tried to process all of the information.
"What is that *waking enchantress* flower you used on Haldir. What does it serve for?" Frodo asked me and I sighed when I remembered that my foolish herbal mix-up had almost endangered an elf's life.
"The *waking enchantresses * are flowers mostly served in the calming potions, but they can also be used as the aphrodisiac's. There are three kinds and colors of them; red, green and blue. The green one is used in the several healing potions, and it can also heal a madness that usually befalls the Men kind. The blue colored one, is a strong aphrodisiac but the red one is useless and it's very poisonous."
Frodo shifted in his seat uncomfortably and he brought his hand upon my shoulder.
"Is that why he hates you so, because you poisoned him?" Frodo asked and I shook my head in a negative motion, as my eyes scanned the Lorien's lights.
"No, that is just a part of the reason. I wanted to break his heart and I did it, after he told me he loved me. His love was the one he harbored for me on the first sight, but my own feelings for him were not yet awakned.I only wanted to hurt him,but after he had left I realized what I have done. I realized that I loved him."
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Present time
Haldir's POV/Lorien
I cannot believe what I had just done. I was surprised at my own action, and I couldn't believe myself; when my knife almost slashed the throat of the pompous princeling.
When I first saw him I was just happy to observe him from afar, but then when he noticed me, I knew that our meeting would not end up all too well.
I still had some strong feelings involving Legolas and I couldn't help it when my defensive side came out and I acted most aggressively.
I uttered some hurtful words to him and I saw him succumbing to them, when he gave me that last look before he went away. I knew I had to do something to escape our future meetings, and to keep my violent side in check while he was around.
I still cared for him but the hurt was a bigger emotion that was ruling over me, and I knew that avoiding Legolas was something I needed to do to destroy this urge my heart was throwing at me, and to calm my withering mind.
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(Second age/Lorien)
(Legolas's POV)
The hours have passed and then the every dragging second but Haldir was still fighting for his life. I didn't know what was happening inside, because the healer didn't keep me informed since he threw me out of the room again.
I was on the verge of almost loosing my wits and I felt some dread inside of me that was threatening to burst out.
I didn't want for all of this to happen. I didn't want a blood on my hands. I was a heartless brat but I was not a killer. If I had known that red plant was dangerous, I wouldn't have used it.
All those thoughts tortured me as the time passed, and I didn't even know what time of day it was.
His brothers were sitting on the opposite side of me. Both of them were pale as the white snow and their eyes carried a certain fear. A fear that they would never see their brother alive again.
They didn't speak much to me and I was glad to be left alone. I heard the door open and I saw Hitwe coming toward us. My heart had stopped beating, as the expression of indifference was shown on his face. I prayed to Valar that Haldir had survived this accidental poisoning and that he had pulled through the worst cycle of a death.
"Hitwe, how is Haldir. How fares our brother? Is he getting any better?" Rumil, the youngest of the Haldir's siblings got up and he uttered all those questions that lingered in all of us.
I could see Lady Galadriel coming in from the other entrance and following behind her, was a Lord of the Lorien woods. They were also concerned for the welfare of their captain and I could see that same open fear was radiating from their eyes.
"I am happy to say that his condition has been stabilized. He is still unconscious, partially because of his healing sleep, but I think that the most of the poison had left his body. He has only a light fever, which is a normal thing for this condition, but I predict he will be waking up sometime tomorrow." Hitwe said all of this and his eyes moved to my direction, as his accusing glance started to penetrate me. I was relieved that the Haldir pulled through all of this, but the thought of what I had done to him still tortured me. Hitwe was the only one who knew I did this, and I was sure I could count on him to keep it a secret; or otherwise I would use all the powers I have in this realm to destroy him.
"Can we go and see him, now?" Orophin came behind Rumil and both of them smiled in relief.
"Yes, you two can see him now." Hitwe pointed at the Haldir's siblings." But the rest of you must wait till tomorrow. I would ask of you two to be quiet while you are in there. He needs his healing sleep and any disturbances cannot be allowed at this time."
Rumil and Orophin followed the young healer and I turned myself and greeted the Lord Celeborn and Galadriel, who were quietly standing beside me. They reluctantly returned the greeting, and I saw that they harbored the same relief as the brother's did. I sneaked myself around the corner of the room and I quickly slipped away. I saw no reason for me to hang around the healing rooms anymore, now that Haldir had almost been healed.
I noticed that my guilt didn't linger long inside of me, and that my mind scanned the next step of my plan.
I was as unchangeable as the hard rock, and this need to hurt somebody was bigger than any feeling of guilt or care I managed to show for a while. I knew that my own satisfaction would be fulfilled if I win this game, and by the looks of it I knew I had almost reached the end of this ploy.
I only needed to know that I owned his heart.
TBC
A? N: Okay I managed to write chapter 11, but I had to make this all quick because I don't like writing the scenes containing any sicknesses.
Review and I will be good and post chapter 12. Thanks to all those who gave me a FB's. Much love, lol
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(Second Age/The Mirkwood)
Legolas's POV
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**I turned myself and I left the Irlun and Olwe, standing beside my door, as I released a contented sigh from my lungs.**
I opened the door of my room and I entered it without making any noise, as my eyes were seeking the sleeping figure on my bed.
This meeting I spend with Haldir, was a victorious one and I couldn't help but grin at my genius mind.
I was ready to bring this all to the end and I was ready to discard this one as the many of them before, so I could find something else to play with, and chase this constant boringness away.
But something thumped in the pit of my stomach when I thought about doing that, and I knew something was stopping me from doing this to Haldir, but I didn't comprehend what could it possibly be.
Something was telling me for the first time that this was wrong, but I tried to push it away from my mind.
I knew I couldn't fall in love and that I was immune to all the senses of my heart.
But why was I feeling that I couldn't let this one go so easily, as I had dumped so many others before. He was after all, the one simple elf who was nothing to me. He was someone who had already fallen for my tactics and I had no use for him anymore.
I glanced upon his sleeping form and I cursed myself for thinking about him that way. I didn't fall for him, I had to deny.
I didn't want for this one to bring me to my defeat and to destroy all of those walls I kept building around me.
He was not worthy of my regard. I kept telling myself that he was nothing to me, but I had realized that I had come to care for him a little. When did my feelings change for him? When did I come to like him? I asked myself but I knew I could only blame those days I spend with him; those days when I got to know him better.
The harsh gasp brought me from my thoughts, and I saw Haldir stumbling from my bed as he clutched his stomach in the sudden pain.
I knew something was really wrong with him and when I leaned over, I could see that he had emptied the contents of his stomach on the floor, and that he was desperately trying to regain his breath.
My heart pounded in the waking fear and I kneeled beside him; brushing his back with the light touches as he vomited upon my floor. I knew I had to fetch the healer, and I called for Irlun; hoping that he didn't go far away from my room.
"Yes, Legolas." I heard him coming in and I yelled for him to fetch a healer. He didn't waste any time observing the situation, because he hastened away. I asked Haldir if he wanted to drink some water, but he refused my offer; as he painfully griped my hand and he started to vomit again.
I knew that this was happening because of those herbs I mixed in his wine, and that he was having some bad reaction to them.
The healer showed up and I released a deep sigh of relief. I didn't know what to do to stop Haldir vomiting and I moved myself away from the healer, as he requested for me to give them some space.
He examined the sick Marchwarden and he frowned when he saw all those contents on the floor. They were of the pale green color and from the first observation he could tell that Haldir had been poisoned.
His word were quick and professional as he addressed me again.
"Your Highess.I would ask of you to call for the guards so they could carry him to my healing quarters. I worry that the poison is already spreading through his system."
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The healer threw me out of the healing room when I started to ask too many questions. He told me that he couldn't tend to his patient properly, with me breathing down his neck.
I was in a deep fear for the Haldir's welfare and I knew that this was all my fault. The healer asked me how this happened but I told him I didn't know, releasing a lie instead of the truth.
I feared that everybody would blame me for poisoning Haldir and it was better to deny it, than to be accused for an accidental crime.
I was hoping that Haldir would come through and that he would be all right. I knew it was a slim chance that he would survive the poisoning, because before I left the room, I took a quick memorizing glance upon his lying body.
His face carried a deathly pale color, and his breathing was becoming more harder. He stopped vomiting but the pain in his stomach had become worse. He released a piercing cry every time the pain hit him and when I saw that, I almost felt dead inside. The Healer told me to go and take some rest in my own chambers, and he told me that there was nothing I could do to help Haldir.
I couldn't sleep that night because for the first time guilt ate at me. I didn't want to feel that guilt, and I tried to tell myself that Marchwarden would be all right, and that there was no use to blame myself for that. But in my mind I knew otherwise.
The morning came and there was no good news for me about the Haldir's condition, and a healer almost gave up on saving his life. I realized if I told him a truth, about me mixing those herbs in the Haldir's drink, then there would be some chance for Haldir to pull through.
My mind was set on revealing all of it to the healer, but I was reluctant to do so. When I saw Haldir laying there, fighting the death, I felt the guilt coming back to me.
"Your Highness, are you sure you don't know how he came to be poisoned like this." The healer, Hitwe, addressed me again when he saw me approaching Haldir's bed.
"Hitwe," I paused, when I saw that he arched his eyebrow in suspicion, and I sighed as Haldir released another painful wail from his mouth. I knew that Hitwe suspected me for all this, but I didn't care. I decided to save this elf's life and to cease this guilt within me, even if the healer would be the one knowing that this was my doing.
"*Waking Enchantress*, the flower of the eastern woods, was used in his drink last night. I used it to seduce him, but that is all I am going to tell you." I came closer to the healer's side and I gave him one of my threatening looks, making him fearful for his life if he started to spread this throughout the entire Kingdom.
I trust you will keep your mouth shut about this, or the consequences will be fatal. Do you understand me, Hitwe?" I said in a harsh tone and he took one step back from me.
'Yes,Your Higness.I understand.I will keep my mouth shut." Hitwe bit his lower lip.
"But sir, could you tell me what color was the *waking enchantress* you used on Haldir. There are several kinds of them and some of them can be very fatal."
"It was a red color, I think. It was dried up when I used it. Does that help you, Hitwe?"
"Oh, Valar." Hitwe uttered and I realized that the flower I used last night must be really dangerous.
"Yes, sir, it does. Excuse me I have to start on the new potion, for Haldir. I hope I am not too late to save him." Hitwe hastened about the room and my breath was caught in my throat, when I observed that the Haldir had just stopped breathing.
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(Present Time/Lorien)
Legolas's POV
"You killed him? But, why is he still alive. He stopped breathing." Frodo scratched his head and I saw that he became puzzled by my story.
"No, he was not dead yet, but his breathing was hardly noticeable. The healer assured me that he was still alive when I realized that he was not breathing."
"Oh so, then he was barely alive." Frodo said and I turned my head from him, as he tried to process all of the information.
"What is that *waking enchantress* flower you used on Haldir. What does it serve for?" Frodo asked me and I sighed when I remembered that my foolish herbal mix-up had almost endangered an elf's life.
"The *waking enchantresses * are flowers mostly served in the calming potions, but they can also be used as the aphrodisiac's. There are three kinds and colors of them; red, green and blue. The green one is used in the several healing potions, and it can also heal a madness that usually befalls the Men kind. The blue colored one, is a strong aphrodisiac but the red one is useless and it's very poisonous."
Frodo shifted in his seat uncomfortably and he brought his hand upon my shoulder.
"Is that why he hates you so, because you poisoned him?" Frodo asked and I shook my head in a negative motion, as my eyes scanned the Lorien's lights.
"No, that is just a part of the reason. I wanted to break his heart and I did it, after he told me he loved me. His love was the one he harbored for me on the first sight, but my own feelings for him were not yet awakned.I only wanted to hurt him,but after he had left I realized what I have done. I realized that I loved him."
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Present time
Haldir's POV/Lorien
I cannot believe what I had just done. I was surprised at my own action, and I couldn't believe myself; when my knife almost slashed the throat of the pompous princeling.
When I first saw him I was just happy to observe him from afar, but then when he noticed me, I knew that our meeting would not end up all too well.
I still had some strong feelings involving Legolas and I couldn't help it when my defensive side came out and I acted most aggressively.
I uttered some hurtful words to him and I saw him succumbing to them, when he gave me that last look before he went away. I knew I had to do something to escape our future meetings, and to keep my violent side in check while he was around.
I still cared for him but the hurt was a bigger emotion that was ruling over me, and I knew that avoiding Legolas was something I needed to do to destroy this urge my heart was throwing at me, and to calm my withering mind.
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(Second age/Lorien)
(Legolas's POV)
The hours have passed and then the every dragging second but Haldir was still fighting for his life. I didn't know what was happening inside, because the healer didn't keep me informed since he threw me out of the room again.
I was on the verge of almost loosing my wits and I felt some dread inside of me that was threatening to burst out.
I didn't want for all of this to happen. I didn't want a blood on my hands. I was a heartless brat but I was not a killer. If I had known that red plant was dangerous, I wouldn't have used it.
All those thoughts tortured me as the time passed, and I didn't even know what time of day it was.
His brothers were sitting on the opposite side of me. Both of them were pale as the white snow and their eyes carried a certain fear. A fear that they would never see their brother alive again.
They didn't speak much to me and I was glad to be left alone. I heard the door open and I saw Hitwe coming toward us. My heart had stopped beating, as the expression of indifference was shown on his face. I prayed to Valar that Haldir had survived this accidental poisoning and that he had pulled through the worst cycle of a death.
"Hitwe, how is Haldir. How fares our brother? Is he getting any better?" Rumil, the youngest of the Haldir's siblings got up and he uttered all those questions that lingered in all of us.
I could see Lady Galadriel coming in from the other entrance and following behind her, was a Lord of the Lorien woods. They were also concerned for the welfare of their captain and I could see that same open fear was radiating from their eyes.
"I am happy to say that his condition has been stabilized. He is still unconscious, partially because of his healing sleep, but I think that the most of the poison had left his body. He has only a light fever, which is a normal thing for this condition, but I predict he will be waking up sometime tomorrow." Hitwe said all of this and his eyes moved to my direction, as his accusing glance started to penetrate me. I was relieved that the Haldir pulled through all of this, but the thought of what I had done to him still tortured me. Hitwe was the only one who knew I did this, and I was sure I could count on him to keep it a secret; or otherwise I would use all the powers I have in this realm to destroy him.
"Can we go and see him, now?" Orophin came behind Rumil and both of them smiled in relief.
"Yes, you two can see him now." Hitwe pointed at the Haldir's siblings." But the rest of you must wait till tomorrow. I would ask of you two to be quiet while you are in there. He needs his healing sleep and any disturbances cannot be allowed at this time."
Rumil and Orophin followed the young healer and I turned myself and greeted the Lord Celeborn and Galadriel, who were quietly standing beside me. They reluctantly returned the greeting, and I saw that they harbored the same relief as the brother's did. I sneaked myself around the corner of the room and I quickly slipped away. I saw no reason for me to hang around the healing rooms anymore, now that Haldir had almost been healed.
I noticed that my guilt didn't linger long inside of me, and that my mind scanned the next step of my plan.
I was as unchangeable as the hard rock, and this need to hurt somebody was bigger than any feeling of guilt or care I managed to show for a while. I knew that my own satisfaction would be fulfilled if I win this game, and by the looks of it I knew I had almost reached the end of this ploy.
I only needed to know that I owned his heart.
TBC