Lasciste Esso Bruciarsi

By: X8DramaQueen8X

Rated: PG-13

Summary: Based on Usher's "Burn". Legolas leaves the love of his life before he leaves for the Fellowship's journey, but what will he do once he realizes he made a huge mistake?

Chapter 2- This is Something I've Got to Do

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Disclaimer: I don't own any of Tolkien's characters. I never did. I never will. I don't own Usher's song "Burn" or Usher. I never did. I never will.

GOD DAMN IT!

Oh yeah, please don't flame me. Just review.

And I had to change a few lyrics to make it not sound creepy, so don't get on my case about that, okay?

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A/N:

Oh wait- I just stole Legolas. He's trying to scream but I put a handkerchief over his mouth so you can't hear him.

Um, a little note: I know that there aren't like any whores in Lothlorien and Legolas wouldn't give himself away so freely, but what you all have to comprehend is that a) I'm a complete dumbass b) I just did it to make the story work a little better c) the story controlled me instead of me controlling it, so this is just how it came out.

Now that that's out of the way, while you read chapter 2, I'm going to go… do something… ::smiles maniacally::

Legolas- ::muffled scream from Meg's room, rattling the handcuffs against the headboard as he writhes around, making futile attempts to escape:: nooooo!

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Months passed with Idril unable to feel, because the loss of the Elf she loved more than her life itself had left her, and also took with him her heart and her capability of feeling emotions, much less anything else. She was still always cold, but she was burning inside, and then she began trying to fade from Middle-earth. For the first few weeks, Legolas believed he had done the right thing, until he reached Lothlórien. Being surrounded by so many elves on a daily basis made him remember and yearn for her more than he truly should have.

Their last night in the Golden Wood, Legolas sat down in the talan Lord Celeborn had given him, writing the fifth page of a letter that he was going to send by fastest horse to Rivendell.

He wrote beautifully on the parchment, "I'm sending pages, I know I'm not supposed to. I've got somebody here, but I want you. The feeling just isn't the same- I've found myself calling her your name. My lady, tell me, do you understand? All my fellows, yes, they feel my pain. It's the way I feel. I know I made a mistake, a most regrettable mistake, two in fact, and that now it's too late." The memories made him so angered at himself so that he began scribbling.

Legolas remembered it as he wrote it down.

Two days ago, he had been leaning against a mallorn tree in silence until a blonde elleth, Aurehen, came up beside him. She was tall and beautiful, but her collar was much too far down and her breasts pushed against close against the fabric. He instantly knew her purpose. "I beg your pardon, my lord, but you look lonely. Do you want some female company tonight?"

He didn't know what compelled him to take Aurehen to his talan that night, but he did nonetheless, and not once were his actions hindered or considered. But only in the morning after Aurehen had left did he realize the gargantuan consequences of what he had done and the mistake he had made.

The next day, he was sitting by the window looking at the glimmering sunbeams as they filtered through the silver trees and under the horizon. He was surprised when Aurehen knocked on the door by the porch of the talan. He opened the door and she attached her lips to his without hesitation. Only half aware of what he was doing, Legolas picked her up, kicked the door shut behind him, and laid the elleth on his bed. No sooner had she removed his tunic and he stripped her of her overdress, did he whisper to her unconsciously, "Idril, oh, Idril, I love you, I love you so much."

Aurehen sat up beneath him. "My lord, my name is not Idril."

It slowly sank into him.

He moved both legs from around her and backed away from her. "My apologies, Aurehen, but this is not best. I fear I must ask you to leave."

She tugged her dress back over her head and climbed down the ladder of his talan without a word exchanged between the two. After that, he spoke to no one else. He now knew the truth of what he had done and regretted it with every fiber of his being. Idril- he still loved her.

Later that afternoon, after he signed the letter, he went to Haldir. "Haldir, my friend, which messenger horse is your fastest?"

"Sûlceleg, the chestnut mare in the first stall. Why, my friend?"

"I need to send an urgent message to Imladris," he explained.

The March Warden raised an eyebrow. "To Idril?"

Legolas stuttered. "How did you know?"

"Your emotions and intentions are not exactly a secret, Legolas," Haldir chuckled, his gray eyes laughing.

Legolas was slightly annoyed now. "Haldir, can you send it or not?"

Haldir took the scroll out of the Mirkwood Prince's hand. "I think I can manage the task."

Haldir sent a free messenger to Imladris on Sûlceleg, and the letter reached its destination in two days.

Idril never read it.

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