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************Chapter 33************
As his conscious of the world his body occupied faded, his mind began to become conscious of the next. Before he knew it, all the pain was gone, and Legolas stood once again, near the Stream of the Dead.
Turning his head to and fro, Legolas saw that for the first time since he came here, he was completely alone. There was no sight or sound of Eressa, Ithilion, or Eredor. There were not even birds in the trees singing.
A sudden sense that he was being watched brought Legolas's gaze back to the Stream again. He again saw the souls of the dead floating by, taking glances at him as they went. There were men, women, and children. All races, all creatures. He very briefly saw a young mother holding an infant to her bosom wash by.
He took a breath. The air was so close, so heavy. He thought he heard a voice call his name, and looked around, expecting to see Eressa, but he found no one. His eyes fell back onto the cooling waters of the Stream. The voice came to his ears again, and he knew where he had heard it.
The Stream was calling to him. Even as he watched, the souls of the dead cleared a space for him to step into, beckoning him with their hands and soft, whispery voices.
Legolas looked at them, reluctant to go. He did know the Stream would leave him to The Halls of Mandos if he stepped in, but he was uncertain of his willingness to do such a thing. After all, Eressa had told him that he didn't belong here.
But, he really had not a choice. It was either that, or that he remain here lingering between two worlds for all eternity.
Without a second thought, Legolas stepped lightly towards the Stream. He hesitated at the shore, feeling wary of the choice he was making. But the spirits were welcoming him, clearing a path…so he extended his foot and touched the surface.
The second the bottom of his foot came into contact with the Stream, Legolas felt a shock course up thru his body, into his very being. This was followed by a very severe pain, which surprised him, for he had thought he could not feel pain in a place such as this. But the blow sent him reeling backwards, landing on his back in…on the rocks?
Recovering quickly, and sitting up, Legolas realized that he was not in the Spirit World anymore. (AN: Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore!) There was black, jagged rock jutting up from the dirt all around him, and the air reeked of death and the decay of flesh. It nearly nauseated him, but he was able to keep the contents of his stomach down as he observed the landscape further.
He stood up, to get a better view, and as he did he saw a great volcano rise up out of the distance, it's firey top boiling and smoking as if it would explode any second. Behind it was a string of far off mountains, their sides pitch black against the red stained sky. Rising above the silouette of mountain not far behind the volcano, there was a terrible looking, black castle. Its upmost towers peaked with razor sharp spikes.
Valar…I know where I am…Legolas thought in fear. Mordor.
Right you are, Legolas Greenleaf. Echoed an evil voice across the black plain. Legolas spun around and poised for defense but his eyes saw nothing but blank, barren wasteland.
There was a menace-filled laugh, that seemed to rumble through the air like thunder. Do not think you can defend yourself, fool. The voice continued. And do not think I will allow you to attempt a thing like that again.
Legolas's eyes darted around desperately, trying to find the source from which the voice came from. He had not doubt that it was Sauron himself that was speaking to him.
What thing? Legolas thought, baffled for a moment. He must mean laying down my life! Why would he not want that? I thought Sauron hated my kind.
There was another dark laugh, and Legolas felt the ground beneath his feet vibrate. Hate your kind I do, elf. The Dark Lord declared. But you…are an exception.
Legolas felt his heart begin to flutter fearfully in his chest as the words kept rippling up from nowhere. You have been told that the Valar have a plan for you. So do I.
Legolas was about to yell some curse to the darkness, but suddenly the pain in his head returned. Grasping his skull, he fell to his knees as the pain coursed through his brain. Suddenly, he felt another pair of hands on his brow, then a prick of pain, and something soft supporting his head. Then his whole body when numb and he lost all sight.
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Legolas slowly drifted back to conciousness, his mind hesitant. The closer he came to waking, the more he felt the pain of his injury. When he realized he was awake, but couldn't see anything, he almost panicked, thinking he had gone blind. But then it dawned on him…he must have his eyes closed.
He felt the prick of a needle, the brush a of a thread against his cheek. His head was resting on something soft…and warm.
Slowly, the elf opened his eyes, and to his surprise, they saw light. His eyes turned, and he saw that he was in his cell again. There was the soft flicker of a candle penetrated the darkness of the room. Suddenly there was a gasp from above him.
"Legolas!" Cried a familiar female voice. "Thank the gods!"
Legolas looked up and saw Eressa. She was smiling at him worriedly, her eyes reflecting the dim candle that was set on the bed of planks by her side. His head was resting comfortably on her lap.
"Eressa?" He asked, not confident that he was really awake. Had he really been unconscious the whole afternoon?
"Shh…" soothed the girl. "You are hurt badly."
Legolas could have told her that. The entire left side of his head ached and throbbed with unbearable pain. It felt like a metal spike had been shoved through his head. He weakly reached up a shaky hand to his brow, but Eressa grabbed it and pushed it away hastily.
"Don't touch it!" She said. "And don't move, or I might rip your stitches."
"Stitches?" The elf asked. Why was Eressa nursing him? Why did the guards let her down here to be with a near dead elf?
Eressa frowned. "Yes. You've got a terrible gash on your left temple, Legolas." She displayed the needle that she had been using. "I was hoping I could finish stitching it up before you awoke but…"
"Oh." Replyed Legolas. He had thought that the blow from the ball-and-chain would have caused more damage than just a gash.
"Are you almost done?" The elf inquired shyly. He wasn't eager to feel the needle puncturing his skin in addition to the pain he already felt.
"Halfway done." Came the reply.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw that there was also a cloth in Eressa's free hand, and it was stained red. There was redness on the front of her dress too.
"Did…did I bleed on you?" Legolas asked guiltily.
"Yes. You bled quite a lot." Eressa sighed, looking at her dress. She didn't seemed disturbed at the sight of blood.
"Sorry." Breathed the elf. "Why are you here?"
"You mean to say, why did the guards let me come?" Eressa clarified. Legolas nodded with as little movement as possible.
"They came and told me I wouldn't be seeing you this evening because you were injured, and you had to be treated. I told them I could treat you, since my mother was a nurse and taught me how. Aleka backed up my argument, and they let me come here." Eressa explained softly, placing her head on Legolas's dirty forehead.
"You had a fever, and I thought you were becoming infected, but it's passed." She finished, pulling her hand away.
"You and Aleka made up?" Legolas questioned, about The Kiss.
"Yes. How could we not? She's my best friend." Eressa said. "Besides, she said she was nearly dying of guilt."
I'm sure…the elf thought sarcastically.
"Now hold still." Eressa ordered, sounding older than her seventeen years. "I have to finish closing your wound."
Legolas accepted but said nothing. He winced and clenched his teeth when the needle dug into his skin again and again. He felt around the inside of his mouth with his tongue and realized that all of the teeth on the side of his mouth had been knocked out but remarkably, none of his front teeth had been damaged. Either way it did not matter. Elves could lose and grow back teeth a number of times in their long lives. His mouth would be back to normal in a couple of months. Other than that, his mouth was fine, except for the fact that the hinge of his jaw was aching.
Eressa worked quickly and quietly. She didn't say a word to Legolas…verbally, anyway. But he watched her as she worked and every time their eyes met hers glimmered with disappointment.
I thought that you were stronger than me, Legolas. The girl said in silence. I thought you wouldn't choose the easy way out as I almost did.
The elf didn't know that on the way down here the guards, who had witnessed the whole ordeal, had told her everything Legolas had done. He didn't know she knew that he had deliberately tried to end his life, by using that poor boy, who she heard, had died anyway.
"Why did you do it?" She asked finally, as she finished the stitching.
Legolas looked at her strangely. "What?"
"You know what, Legolas. The guard told me that you let the boy hit you." Eressa said with a hint of anger in her voice. She shifted, moving his head.
Legolas winced at the small movement that caused so much pain. But his guilt was what really hurt him. Eressa knew what he had tried to do. He was so ashamed.
"I'm sorry." He whispered, looking away.
Eressa frowned even deeper. "I can't believe you tried to do what I did. I can't believe you tried to kill yourself. It was you that told me doing such a thing was foolish, Legolas."
Legolas closed his eyes.
"I know, but you misunderstand."
He said. "I didn't do it so I
could die, I did it so the boy could live."
"What?"
"Angarod set it up so that I would have no competition, so he wouldn't waste a good warrior. One of us had to die. If not me, it would have to be him." Legolas explained. "The boy was only your age, Eressa. He didn't want to die. He had barely lived, and I couldn't bring myself to kill him."
"I don't care!" Eressa said emotionally. "The boy died anyway. Angarod killed him. Where would that have left Eredor and I, Legolas, if you had succeeded in what you were trying to do?"
"You would have grieved, the moved on." Legolas said blankly. "Isn't that what humans do?"
"Only when the person they grieve for hasn't become all their hope embodied into one being." Eressa blurted, earning her a look of amazement from Legolas.
"It's true…" She confessed. "For me, at least. You are…everything to me, Legolas. You're all my hope."
She added with a quiet sob: "You're my only hope."
Legolas stared at her in amazement as she looked away and tried to blink the tears from her eyes. Was she…was she confessing her feelings towards him? Or was it the thought that without him she might not be able to become free that drove her to tears? He could not be sure.
Eressa sniffed and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "Can you sit up? I'm done." She asked, suddenly ignoring what she had said just moments before.
Legolas blinked. "I don't know."
Eressa frowned and grasped the cloth in her hand. On the floor near her feet was a bucket of water the guard had generously brought her. She reached down to wet the cloth with water, but when she did, her long hair fell into Legolas's face. He tried to send it away by shaking his head, but it only caused his wound to throb even more than before. Eressa finally noticed his problem, and blushed, pulling her hair back.
"Sorry." She said as her cheeks turned red. "I should get my hair cut."
Legolas frowned. "I like it the way it is."
"You do?" Eressa asked as she brought up the dampened cloth to his cheek, wiping away some of the dirt and dried blood there.
"Yes." Replied the elf, smiling a little. A visual of him running his hands through that hair as he kissed her flashed through his mind, and although it wasn't much, it was enough to make him blush.
"What is it?" Eressa inquired when she saw his reaction, confused.
"I…uh…it's nothing," Excused Legolas. "I was just thinking how silly it is that I'm a warrior and I can't even sit up."
"I wouldn't be ashamed, Legolas." Eressa said. "You are lucky you are alive."
She smiled, a gesture that he returned painfully, and her expression changed to one of concern.
"Legolas…" she whispered. "You frightened me yesterday."
Legolas said nothing, but he narrowed his eyes in confusion.
"When you awoke screaming." Eressa reminded him. "And you said you saw screaming faces. What did you mean?"
"It…it was a dream." Legolas said honestly. "A dream, and nothing more. I don't know why it frightened me so much."
"Speaking of dreams," Eressa said casually, as she dotted the damp cloth up toward his forehead. "I haven't had any dreams of Sauron recently. I think he has left me alone."
Legolas was suddenly reminded of the images he had seen while he was still unconcious. "Perhaps…perhaps he has left you alone…and come to me."
"What?"
"When I was unconscious, I had a vision. I was in Mordor." Legolas said, trying to remember. "And he spoke to me, although I did not see him."
"What did he say?" Eressa asked worriedly.
"He said that he has a plan for me." Legolas answered quickly, uncomfortable with the subject.
"That sounds a lot like what he had said to me!" Eressa exclaimed. "Are you sure it wasn't a coincidence?"
"I don't think it was." Legolas said, thinking of how the Stream had rejected his soul and flung him into Mordor. Was it Sauron that had made the Stream reject him…saved his life…just like what had happened to Eressa…or was it the Valar who had not allowed him to wade in?
"So he's after both of us now." Eressa concluded. "Why?"
"I haven't the slightest idea." Legolas told her honestly. "But it must be something important to him, or else he wouldn't be going through all this trouble."
"Yes…you are right." Eressa said. She stared down at him and began to smile guiltily. "Um…Legolas?"
"Yes?"
"My legs are getting uncomfortable, do you think you can sit up now?" She asked shyly.
Legolas frowned. "I'll try." He whispered.
Eressa set down her cloth and gently placed her hands under his head and shoulders, supporting him. Legolas slowly began to sit up, but even as he did, he felt the pain in his head increasing. Still, he didn't want to deny Eressa the comfort she really deserved, and so kept going until he sat completely up.
"There." Eressa said, obviously not noticing his pain. "That wasn't so bad."
Legolas saw his vision swirl. "Yes it is." He said, tightly shutting his eyes and struggling to support himself.
Eressa frowned. He really was hurting. "Here." She said, hastily grabbing his blanket and bundled it at the end of the bed. "Lay back down," She ordered as she got up and out of the way, taking her nursing supplies and candle with her.
Legolas did as he was told. Lying back down with the blanket beneath his head didn't decrease the pain, but it got rid of his light-headedness.
"Thank you, Eressa." He breathed, sighing.
"I hope you get better." Eressa declared, holding up some spools of thread. "I also brought down some sewing supplies tonight, thinking you weren't this badly injured. But I guess we'll have to wait until you feel better for me to teach you to sew."
Legolas painfully turned his head to face her. "I'm sorry. I'll heal quickly, despite the severity of my wound. Elves heal much faster than humans, you know."
"I thought of that." Eressa said. She shifted her wait to her other leg, and then began to squat down to sit on the floor.
"I don't want to have for you to sleep on the ground without a blanket tonight, Eressa." Legolas said sadly.
"But you need it. You'll hurt your head if you don't use it." Eressa insisted, pausing and standing back up again.
"But it is cold, and it will become even colder." Legolas observed. "I can feel it, though I am not effected by it."
Eressa glanced out of the small window above her head. "I know. The cold will not kill me, Legolas."
"I very well could!" Argued the elf. "I've seen it happen."
"What? You have?" Eressa exclaimed.
"Yes. Winter in my homeland is very, very cold. About fifty years ago a hunting troop was stranded in the forest during a blizzard." He explained.
"Did you find them?" Eressa asked curiously. "Were they alright?"
Legolas shook his head, causing his wound to throb again. He quickly stopped. "They were frozen alive. We didn't find their bodies until the next spring, when the snows had subsided."
Eressa winced at the terrible thought. "But I thought you elves did not feel the cold?"
"We are only immune to it to some consent. The temperatures in Mirkwood become brutal in the winter." Legolas said.
"I'm sorry about your warriors." Eressa sympathized.
"Thank you." Legolas replied. "But we still have not discussed what you will do to keep from the cold, Eressa. I think you should take the blanket."
"I think you should keep the blanket." Disagreed the girl.
Legolas frowned. She was just too stubborn. He was silent for a moment as he thought. Then, to his dismay, he got an idea.
"Well…you could…sleep with me, and we could share the bed…again." He said uncertainly. "My body heat will warm you, and the blanket will keep my head comfortable."
Eressa's face fell. She was still wary with being that close to Legolas.
"I don't know…" She began, but then changed her mind. "I suppose we could share the bed again…after all, it worked the night it rained."
"Good." Legolas said, as emotionlessly as he could. He didn't know how he would be able to survive the night without his will wearing away.
Every night I become closer and closer to wanting to tell her…He thought…but what will happen when I do? Will she accept? Will she recoil?
The elf could not be sure. He watched patiently as Eressa set down her sewing and nursing supplies and candle next to the bed, and hesitantly climb in next to him, trying to fit herself on the small platform while at the same time not touch him.
"Eressa, I don't mind, honest." Legolas offered to the shy girl, who smiled shakily at him.
"I just don't want to make you more uncomfortable than you already are." She explained, turning towards him. Suddenly, she slipped and began to fall off the edge. But she could barely cry out in surprise before Legolas's arm wrapped around her shoulders and stopped her.
"Thank you." She whispered quietly, finding it hard not to tremble at the elf's touch. But she found, to her great surprise, that his touch didn't frighten her as much anymore.
Then why did I tremble? She asked herself. It must be because of my infatuation with him…she swooned.
Legolas felt the slight tremor go through her body as well. He felt it hard to stay still himself as she welcomed his slight embrace and wrapped an arm across his chest, resting her blonde head on his shoulder.
Legolas sighed as he breathed in her soft sent. She smelt of…berries?
"You smell funny." He blurted, and then immediately blushed.
Stupid stupid stupid…he chanted. You don't say that to a woman!
Eressa didn't say anything for the moment but then offered a reasonable explanation. "We were dying fabric today. Some of the inks smell funny."
"Like berries?"
"It think the one we use for purple is made with berries, yes." She concluded.
Legolas breathed in deeply, again inhaling her scent. "Oh."
After a moment of consideration, he added on to his brief reply: "It doesn't smell bad or anything." He said, hoping to get her to forgive him if he had offended her.
Eressa chuckled, and tilted her head up to face him. "Well you…" She said as inhaled through her nose, "You do smell bad."
Legolas grinned weakly. "I haven't had a bath since I came here."
"I can tell." Eressa said. "Don't worry, they must let you fighters wash sometime."
"I hope so." The elf said doubtfully. "You don't mind, do you?"
Eressa laughed again. "No. I'm around smelly men all the time."
Legolas suddenly felt his manly territorial instinct set in. "Like who?" He asked sternly, suspicious.
"Other servants of course!" Eressa said. "You'd be surprised by how much they stink."
"I don't think I would be." Legolas said, referring to the other fighters. They stank like something had died and rotted on top of them!
Eressa again giggled, but then became sober. "You seem like you are feeling better already."
Legolas realized that she was right. "Yes, I am." He murmured. His head was feeling better. There was still a great aching, but the terrible throbbing had stopped.
Eressa turned her head downward again, so Legolas could only see the top of it. "I'm glad." She said as she yawned. "We should go to sleep."
"Yes," Legolas agreed. "It is late, the moon herself is dimming." He said poetically, glancing up and out of the small window at the moon, which was just beginning to leave his field of vision though the small square in the stone.
"Do you really think the moon is a female?" Eressa inquired tiredly.
"Well…it's the way my people have always referred to her." Legolas explained. Then, feeling a bit talkative, he went on about how his people made up stories and songs of the moon, sun, and stars. He had spoken without Eressa's participation for a few minutes when he realized that she had fallen asleep.
Legolas smiled. This feels so right…the elf thought, surprised. He would have thought doing this would leave him awake all night in deep, intimate thoughts about the girl next to him. But that was not so.
Well, maybe a little. He admitted, as another vision of him kissing her frolicked among his thoughts. Valar, I really am hopeless, aren't I?
Hopelessly in love, he decided. Legolas blinked slowly as he pulled Eressa closer to him. He was tired also, but he wouldn't want her to tumble of the edge of the bed when he fell asleep. He reached his left hand up and took a hold of her hand, which was resting in the center of his chest.
It's so small compared to mine…he thought as he intertwined his fingers between hers.
It was true, that Eressa did have very small, delicate…beautiful hands, Legolas concluded, but all in all, it would only aid her in her duty of sewing.
It will be amusing to see how well I go about such a task…he thought with a chuckle. We will have to see…
We will have to see.
***********Personal thingy**************
AN: Wow. I think this is one of my favorite chappies!! God, I'm good!! Yay! I hope it was long enough for you guys, considering the shortness of the last chapter. I'm still sorry for that!! But thanks anyway!
As for all the stuff in my life, I'm better now. Or at least I'm over my driver's test failure. A little. But a nerd asked me out today, and I don't want to go with him and it's gross!! But other than that I'm ok. I guess that day was just a terrible day. Anyway…on with the reviews…
LegyLuva: I hit him over the head with a ball-and-chain!! MWHAHAHAHAHA!!! Yeah, I know I'm really evil. Sorry, but it makes for good story telling! You have to give me that! LOL.
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Me and You: No! No wine for hobbits!
Pippen: Not even some ale?
You: Well…I guess you can have some ale. (gets a bottle of ale and shoves it thru the hole Pippen made in closet door. There is a *clunk* sound)
Pippen: Ow! You hit me in the head with that thing!
You: Sorry! (sits back down)
Me: (taps feet)
Will: (thru the door) Thish ish very, very, veeerry, good wine!! *hiccup*
Legolas: (also thru the door) Yesh, shir! It shur ish!! *hiccup*
You and Me: (hear them and rub our hands together evilly)
Me: Shall we open the door now?
You: Yes, we shall!
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