Its been a while but I decided to torture you with another chapter of my
Shakespeare in Love- Legolas style. THIS HAS PARODY WRITTEN ALL OVER
IT!!!!! THE MORON WHO TOOK IT SERIOUSLY SAYING HOW CORNY I WAS IN A REVIEW
WAS LAUGHED AT AND DELETED!! Okay my rage is over, im really not that
mean a person..please review..(
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Legolas stayed by her beside all night frightened to leave as though as soon as he did, she would perhaps disappear. He watched her torso heave up and down with every breath drawn from her painful dreams, Her rosy mouth partly open.
Her gentle slender fingers rested on the quilt as if to represent fragility, but tranquillity.
Hour passed, The Elf remained motionless.
Arwen glided in a long white candle to light her way.
'Dear Elf, my father is worried about you. Please, we beg of you, get some rest. For she is safe here and may you both sleep well this night.' She motioned to the door.
'Arwen, I do heed you words, but it would put my heart at great ease to be with her till dawn. Can you not see her state? Surely, she needs someone to watch over her.'
'Legolas, please, you need some rest. My father and I will watch her, we swear.'
Legolas sighed. 'Only if you promise too keep a good eye upon her.' Arwen nodded.
'She means many things to you does she not?'
'She means all of middle earth, the forests, the seas and the cities.' Legolas lowered his voice. 'I believe I love her.'
Arwen sat down next to him and took his hands in hers. 'Then I give you my blessing. Now go.'
Legolas stood up and headed for the door. He stopped and turned for a minute then headed out.
* * * *
Dawn was upon Rivendell. Legolas rolled over and opened his eyes as the orange sunlight filtered the room. He had not slept much at all but what did it matter? He had Mary in his life now. He was whole.
He glided out on the balcony and down to where Mary was sleeping. He peered around the doorframe, but no one was there. Neither Arwen nor Mary.
Confused Legolas thought for a moment. Where was she? He rubbed his eyes to look at the sky. Gleaming dawn was beginning to fade. A cold breeze ruffled his robes, as they were taken over by rolling grey clouds that ate everything in their path. Spots of cold rain landed on his chin and then his hands.
There was something wrong. Something terribly wrong.
'Mary?' He called. His voice echoed around the weaving pattern of the house of Elrond. But he heard nothing but silence.
It began to rain harder.
'MARY!' He yelled desperately quickening his pace.
There was a clap of thunder as it began to pour. Te Princes hair was soaked and clung to his face and scalp and he was soaked to the bone. But that was not important. Mary was.
'Legolas! Legolas!' A voice called from one of the courtyards. The rain poured down so hard now, he couldn't make out where they were. But it wasn't Mary. He knew her voice like he knew his.
'Who is it?' Legolas called back, struggling to make his voice heard over the rain. 'Pray tell me where thou are!'
'Its Arwen! I am down here, near the fountain of fortune!'
'Stay there! Legolas slipped down the stairs and could see a tall wet figure. He grabbed her hands tightly.
'Where is Mary?' he yelled, the rain beating down.
Arwen pulled him undercover. 'Last night she took a turn for the worse. I called for my father, and we had to move her into the main hall. We have covered her in blankets to keep her warm but there is nothing more my father can do. We don't know what is wrong, therefore we cant heal her.'
Legolas grew angry. 'I though you assured me you would watch her.'
'I did, I did as good as job as you could have done. But come, now is not the time to quarrel. I will take you to her.'
'I apologize dear Arwen, you did a good job and I cannot thank you enough. If it were not for you pray tell, she might not be breathing now.'
Mary had been set upon a bed near a roaring fire with heated up the whole hall. Legolas fled to her side.
'Oh Mary, Mary, please I am sorry. I should have been there.'
Legolas felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. 'Do not feel badly young prince. You did for her all you could do.' It was Elrond.
Legolas got down on his knees and gripped at the hem of Elronds robes. 'Bless you Lord Elrond. I owe you everything.'
Elrond lifted Legolas. You owe me nothing.' He sighed and focused on Mary. 'She may heal, with time. But she may not. Although there is nothing more I can do. I have never seen a situation like this in all my long years.
Legolas knelt beside her. He looked her over once, twice before he stopped.
The necklace. The one with the big blue sapphire that she owned. Did she normally wear it? He remembered placing it around her neck when he found her. But before that it was hanging up above her bed and it didn't look like she wore it often.
She was wearing it now. The big blue stone was glowing.
Legolas picked it up. It fit perfectly in the palm of his hand, but he dropped it almost straight away.
'Ai, It is boiling hot.'
'Curious,' Elrond mumbled. He leaned over for a closer look. 'I never noticed it before, it was under her cloak. Do you cow where she got it?'
'Ay, she had it when I found her, it was one of her few possessions. She didn't look like she wore it often. I placed it around her neck as we left.'
'Did she look well when you found her?'
'She had a few scratches, and some long scars on her back. I think someone may have whipped her.'
'But Legolas, was she functioning by herself?'
'Yes. But why?'
Elrond slipped the necklace from around her swan neck. Almost immediately some of the colour that had drained from her face retuned, leaving her with her original hues.
The Elf's eyes widened. 'You mean to say.'
Elrond nodded. 'This necklace is the cause of it all. Are you informed of where she got it?'
'I asked but she refused to tell.'
'I see.'
'What was it doing to her?'
'I believe someone bewitched this necklace, to make it drain energy from the wearer. It can be assumed who ever she got it from, wants her dead. If we left it on, it would most likely have succeeded.
'Oh my. Why? She is beautiful, flawless, why would anyone want her dead?'
Elrond shook his head. 'Can you think of anyone who would resent her?'
Legolas closed his eyes for a second. 'Her husband. She was forced to marry a wastrel much older that she who abused her. She ran away and told me if he finds her, he will kill her. Her husband gave her that noose of death. Clearly she doesn't know about its power.'
Elrond gave a solemn nod. He placed the necklace on the table and glided out the room, leaving Legolas with his polyphony of thoughts.
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I think melodramatic is a word that sums up this chapter. THE RETURN OF EVIL JEWELERY! HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!! Well I found this hysterically painful to write. And im sorry, but if you take this seriously and leave a review saying how corny it was then you really suck. Sorry but its true. Please Review! (
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Legolas stayed by her beside all night frightened to leave as though as soon as he did, she would perhaps disappear. He watched her torso heave up and down with every breath drawn from her painful dreams, Her rosy mouth partly open.
Her gentle slender fingers rested on the quilt as if to represent fragility, but tranquillity.
Hour passed, The Elf remained motionless.
Arwen glided in a long white candle to light her way.
'Dear Elf, my father is worried about you. Please, we beg of you, get some rest. For she is safe here and may you both sleep well this night.' She motioned to the door.
'Arwen, I do heed you words, but it would put my heart at great ease to be with her till dawn. Can you not see her state? Surely, she needs someone to watch over her.'
'Legolas, please, you need some rest. My father and I will watch her, we swear.'
Legolas sighed. 'Only if you promise too keep a good eye upon her.' Arwen nodded.
'She means many things to you does she not?'
'She means all of middle earth, the forests, the seas and the cities.' Legolas lowered his voice. 'I believe I love her.'
Arwen sat down next to him and took his hands in hers. 'Then I give you my blessing. Now go.'
Legolas stood up and headed for the door. He stopped and turned for a minute then headed out.
* * * *
Dawn was upon Rivendell. Legolas rolled over and opened his eyes as the orange sunlight filtered the room. He had not slept much at all but what did it matter? He had Mary in his life now. He was whole.
He glided out on the balcony and down to where Mary was sleeping. He peered around the doorframe, but no one was there. Neither Arwen nor Mary.
Confused Legolas thought for a moment. Where was she? He rubbed his eyes to look at the sky. Gleaming dawn was beginning to fade. A cold breeze ruffled his robes, as they were taken over by rolling grey clouds that ate everything in their path. Spots of cold rain landed on his chin and then his hands.
There was something wrong. Something terribly wrong.
'Mary?' He called. His voice echoed around the weaving pattern of the house of Elrond. But he heard nothing but silence.
It began to rain harder.
'MARY!' He yelled desperately quickening his pace.
There was a clap of thunder as it began to pour. Te Princes hair was soaked and clung to his face and scalp and he was soaked to the bone. But that was not important. Mary was.
'Legolas! Legolas!' A voice called from one of the courtyards. The rain poured down so hard now, he couldn't make out where they were. But it wasn't Mary. He knew her voice like he knew his.
'Who is it?' Legolas called back, struggling to make his voice heard over the rain. 'Pray tell me where thou are!'
'Its Arwen! I am down here, near the fountain of fortune!'
'Stay there! Legolas slipped down the stairs and could see a tall wet figure. He grabbed her hands tightly.
'Where is Mary?' he yelled, the rain beating down.
Arwen pulled him undercover. 'Last night she took a turn for the worse. I called for my father, and we had to move her into the main hall. We have covered her in blankets to keep her warm but there is nothing more my father can do. We don't know what is wrong, therefore we cant heal her.'
Legolas grew angry. 'I though you assured me you would watch her.'
'I did, I did as good as job as you could have done. But come, now is not the time to quarrel. I will take you to her.'
'I apologize dear Arwen, you did a good job and I cannot thank you enough. If it were not for you pray tell, she might not be breathing now.'
Mary had been set upon a bed near a roaring fire with heated up the whole hall. Legolas fled to her side.
'Oh Mary, Mary, please I am sorry. I should have been there.'
Legolas felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. 'Do not feel badly young prince. You did for her all you could do.' It was Elrond.
Legolas got down on his knees and gripped at the hem of Elronds robes. 'Bless you Lord Elrond. I owe you everything.'
Elrond lifted Legolas. You owe me nothing.' He sighed and focused on Mary. 'She may heal, with time. But she may not. Although there is nothing more I can do. I have never seen a situation like this in all my long years.
Legolas knelt beside her. He looked her over once, twice before he stopped.
The necklace. The one with the big blue sapphire that she owned. Did she normally wear it? He remembered placing it around her neck when he found her. But before that it was hanging up above her bed and it didn't look like she wore it often.
She was wearing it now. The big blue stone was glowing.
Legolas picked it up. It fit perfectly in the palm of his hand, but he dropped it almost straight away.
'Ai, It is boiling hot.'
'Curious,' Elrond mumbled. He leaned over for a closer look. 'I never noticed it before, it was under her cloak. Do you cow where she got it?'
'Ay, she had it when I found her, it was one of her few possessions. She didn't look like she wore it often. I placed it around her neck as we left.'
'Did she look well when you found her?'
'She had a few scratches, and some long scars on her back. I think someone may have whipped her.'
'But Legolas, was she functioning by herself?'
'Yes. But why?'
Elrond slipped the necklace from around her swan neck. Almost immediately some of the colour that had drained from her face retuned, leaving her with her original hues.
The Elf's eyes widened. 'You mean to say.'
Elrond nodded. 'This necklace is the cause of it all. Are you informed of where she got it?'
'I asked but she refused to tell.'
'I see.'
'What was it doing to her?'
'I believe someone bewitched this necklace, to make it drain energy from the wearer. It can be assumed who ever she got it from, wants her dead. If we left it on, it would most likely have succeeded.
'Oh my. Why? She is beautiful, flawless, why would anyone want her dead?'
Elrond shook his head. 'Can you think of anyone who would resent her?'
Legolas closed his eyes for a second. 'Her husband. She was forced to marry a wastrel much older that she who abused her. She ran away and told me if he finds her, he will kill her. Her husband gave her that noose of death. Clearly she doesn't know about its power.'
Elrond gave a solemn nod. He placed the necklace on the table and glided out the room, leaving Legolas with his polyphony of thoughts.
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I think melodramatic is a word that sums up this chapter. THE RETURN OF EVIL JEWELERY! HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!! Well I found this hysterically painful to write. And im sorry, but if you take this seriously and leave a review saying how corny it was then you really suck. Sorry but its true. Please Review! (