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 3- That Doesn't Mean I Want to

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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:

And I wanted to own Legolas so much, too.

Legolas- Actually, ::slips both arms around Meg's waist:: she's not that bad once you get to know her, and once you get past her obsession with me.

Me- ::mutters to herself:: Daaaaamn, he's fine. ::turns around, looks into those icy cobalt eyes, and tugs at the collar of his tunic:: Okay, well how about we leave them alone to read, and we go over-

Legolas- ::placing his hands on her waist, slowly working them up underneath her shirt:: I'm way ahead of you, meleth.

Me- ::hyperventilating in ecstasy, thinking:: he called me his love! ::turning away from him:: Oh, before I forget, I gotta address a few things brought up to me in a review I just got. Ummm... The arranged marriage bit, don't ask me why cuz I won't be able to answer, but for me it made the writing a little bit easier. Oh, by the way, the little thing about her not being able to die- I know that Elves die of broken hearts like almost instantly, but I had to switch it up a little bit to make the story work- hence the little disclaimer in the summary- like duh, and I think what I put near the end may make a little more sense, even if it doesn't technically go by the rules. But I always thought that trying to fade from Middle-earth was different than dying of a broken heart, but go figure.

Okay, well, go on and read and ::looking back at Legolas:: while they're busy… ::pushes him through her bedroom door and shuts it behind her::

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"I know she is not coming back," Legolas whispered ruefully to himself as he slowly began paddling the canoe down the Anduin River.

"What are you blabbering about now?" asked Gimli gruffly.

"What do I got to do now to get my shorty back?" he said more to himself than the dwarf before him.

Gimli almost laughed. "Your 'shorty'? I swear, I don't understand you Elves." Seeing that Legolas wasn't laughing, he regained seriousness. "Do you mean Idril?" Gimli questioned, turning around in the boat.

"Oh, man, I don't know what I'm going to do without my boo," Legolas said, almost chiding himself.

"Your 'boo'?" asked Gimli, nearly laughing once again. "I really don't understand you Elves."

Idril was sitting on her porch, looking at the sunrise over the waterfalls. "You've been gone for too long," she whispered under her breath, looking at her undesired betrothed beside her, but thinking of another. "It's been fifty-eleven days, um-teen hours. I'm going to be burning until you return."

"I've got to let it burn," Legolas repeated in his head, a mantra that would allow him to keep his self-control.

"Im twisted," she murmured, "because one side of me is telling me that I need to move on. On the other side, I want to break down and cry."

Legolas' face fell as they passed the statues of the Kings of Old. "Oh, I'm twisted because one side of me is telling me that I need to move on. On the other side, I want to break down and cry."

"So many days, so many hours, I'm still burning until you return," murmured Idril as she stood before Lord Elrond and next to the elf who was becoming her husband.

Legolas walked around the corridors of the Golden Hall, tainted with insomnia. It didn't take him long to feel a presence around him and heavy boots stomping to catch up with him.

Gimli growled, "Legolas, why are you still awake? Helm's Deep was treacherous. You should be regaining your strength. You should be sleeping."

"Gimli, how did you know I was awake?"

"How could I not with the racket you make?"

"I made noise?"

"Not with your feet, but your moans of distress are enough to drive anyone mad," Gimli chortled.

"Gimli, do you think that I made a mistake?"

"With what, my friend?"

Then he seemed to make up his own mind. "I did the wrong thing. I should not have left her. I still love her."

He said, taking big steps to catch up to Legolas' fast pacing, "Let me give you some advice. When you're feelings aren't the same and your body doesn't want to, but you know you have got to let it go, because the party isn't jumping like it used to, even though it might bruise you, you have to let it burn- let it go."

"The party isn't what?" Legolas asked, looking at the dwarf, chuckling.

The dwarf continued as Legolas and Gimli both sat down on a stone railing. "Let me say this in a way you might understand. Deep down, you know it's best for yourself, but you hate the thought of her being with someone else, and you know that it's over. But are you sure that it's over? You know that it's through?"

Legolas took a moment. "No. I did not leave her because our relationship was fading. I left her because if I had stayed, I would have fallen deeper in love with her, married her, and made her a widow after this mission."

And he had only realized it now.

Idril was still in Imladris with her husband, Uial, her daughter in his arms and her newborn son in a crib under the window. But she still dreamed of the love of the Mirkwood Prince that had left her those few years ago.

She had never confessed to Uial that she loved another. Uial knew that she was not as in love with him as he was with her. However, since her parents had arranged her marriage to him, she truly had no choice even if she did tell him. She had only become with child with her daughter since Uial almost forced himself upon her on their wedding night, and she became pregnant with her son only when Uial had nearly implored to have access to her.

Right after her daughter had been born, Idril tried to fade again. She refused to eat. She didn't sleep. She cried constantly.

She no longer found reason to go on living.

She was never successful. She never died.

Deep down in her heart, she knew her heart was broken, and she damned the Valar for not taking her pain away quickly. But they knew what played in the young Prince's mind, and they refused to take a life which was still loved.

Uial rubbed her back as she awoke, "Idril, are you all right, my love?"

All was silent for a moment, save their son's crying. Then, "No, no I'm not," she confessed. "Uial, it is not you, but I have to leave. I can't stand it anymore. I'm riding to the Grey Havens at dawn."

After Legolas came back to Rivendell that very morning, he knew she had gone. After that, he had nothing more on the earth. He rode as fast as his horse would carry him and reached the docks of the harbor beyond the white towers.

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