Yes, my friends, It has been a long while. I apologise for those who have
some interest however minimal it may be. And this will be a very short
chapter as I only have half an hour.
But for now, our woes aside and let us embed ourselves in the tangled tale of ardor and misfortune that is Legolas's love life. Please review!
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The evil necklace shimmered in the candlelight. Legolas watched it on the table, thinking. This necklace had almost killed his beloved. He picked it up and examined it once more. Its searing heat had began to fade. The prince glowed with anger. How could anyone want to hurt one such as his Mary? He vowed there and then he would find her ex husband and bring him to justice.
But lo! What was this? Mary was beginning to come around. Her eyes fluttered open weakly revealing their violet glimmer, not as prominent as before, but still there. She saw Legolas standing over here and smiled weakly.
'Where am I?' she whispered, her voice as light as a feather in a gentle spring breeze.
'Rivendell.' Do you not remember anything?' Legolas grasped her hand. It was so cold.
'I remember, weakness ... a terrible weakness. Why I felt I shall never be well again.'
'Do not worry. For you are safe. We found the cause of your ill health.' He held up the necklace. 'Pray tell me, Where did you get this?'
Mary's eyes widened with fear. 'Oh! I cannot say!'
'But that is what you said before!'
'Dear prince, you must understand, it is for your safety that I do not tell.'
'This trinket was making you sick. It drained you lifesource. If we didn't realise this you could have died. Oh! I feel dreadful, for it was I who placed it around your neck!'
Mary offered him a weak smile. 'Do not feel bad. For you were not to know.' She squeezed his hand.
'At least tell me this. Who was your husband?'
Mary let out a long sigh and summoned up her remaining energy.
'He was a man twenty four years my senior. Although he looked no younger than one of sixty years. He was revolting. Simply dreadful. We were married at his wish and the remains of my family had mind to get rid of me. For there is no place for a tomboy fighter among them. They did not like me being able to fend for myself. However, my defensive powers only served me four a few days, as he began to beat me hourly. With a horsewhip. Or a wooden board. Or the poker he used to poke our fireplace with. He'd go out, gamble, drink, kill some poor defenceless animal, beat a child, and smoke a vile smelling weed. Then he'd come home in a drunken rage.'
Mary stopped and drew a shuddering breath. Tears had began to spill from her eyes. Legolas gripped her hand encouragingly. 'Go on.'
'He'd come home and demand me. Whenever he wanted. Oh, I was so weak. He told me if I ran away, he'd find me and kill me. I risked everything to leave. Bu it was worth it.' Mary looked Legolas Square in the eye, tears spilling like gentle raindrops. 'Because I met you.'
They sat in silence for a few moments, savouring this divine moment. Until the meteor hit.
'His name was Grima. Grima Wormtounge.'
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GACK?
Yes that sums it up well. I couldn't decide between Wormtail (sorry TOUNGE), Bill Ferny or Sauron. However, I think it is difficult to have a martial relationship with a large fiery eye who has already been vanquished.
Join us soon for a pile of corny crap also known as next chapter of the most over dramatic redundant parody on ff.net
Please review!
But for now, our woes aside and let us embed ourselves in the tangled tale of ardor and misfortune that is Legolas's love life. Please review!
(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((())))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
The evil necklace shimmered in the candlelight. Legolas watched it on the table, thinking. This necklace had almost killed his beloved. He picked it up and examined it once more. Its searing heat had began to fade. The prince glowed with anger. How could anyone want to hurt one such as his Mary? He vowed there and then he would find her ex husband and bring him to justice.
But lo! What was this? Mary was beginning to come around. Her eyes fluttered open weakly revealing their violet glimmer, not as prominent as before, but still there. She saw Legolas standing over here and smiled weakly.
'Where am I?' she whispered, her voice as light as a feather in a gentle spring breeze.
'Rivendell.' Do you not remember anything?' Legolas grasped her hand. It was so cold.
'I remember, weakness ... a terrible weakness. Why I felt I shall never be well again.'
'Do not worry. For you are safe. We found the cause of your ill health.' He held up the necklace. 'Pray tell me, Where did you get this?'
Mary's eyes widened with fear. 'Oh! I cannot say!'
'But that is what you said before!'
'Dear prince, you must understand, it is for your safety that I do not tell.'
'This trinket was making you sick. It drained you lifesource. If we didn't realise this you could have died. Oh! I feel dreadful, for it was I who placed it around your neck!'
Mary offered him a weak smile. 'Do not feel bad. For you were not to know.' She squeezed his hand.
'At least tell me this. Who was your husband?'
Mary let out a long sigh and summoned up her remaining energy.
'He was a man twenty four years my senior. Although he looked no younger than one of sixty years. He was revolting. Simply dreadful. We were married at his wish and the remains of my family had mind to get rid of me. For there is no place for a tomboy fighter among them. They did not like me being able to fend for myself. However, my defensive powers only served me four a few days, as he began to beat me hourly. With a horsewhip. Or a wooden board. Or the poker he used to poke our fireplace with. He'd go out, gamble, drink, kill some poor defenceless animal, beat a child, and smoke a vile smelling weed. Then he'd come home in a drunken rage.'
Mary stopped and drew a shuddering breath. Tears had began to spill from her eyes. Legolas gripped her hand encouragingly. 'Go on.'
'He'd come home and demand me. Whenever he wanted. Oh, I was so weak. He told me if I ran away, he'd find me and kill me. I risked everything to leave. Bu it was worth it.' Mary looked Legolas Square in the eye, tears spilling like gentle raindrops. 'Because I met you.'
They sat in silence for a few moments, savouring this divine moment. Until the meteor hit.
'His name was Grima. Grima Wormtounge.'
((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((())))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
GACK?
Yes that sums it up well. I couldn't decide between Wormtail (sorry TOUNGE), Bill Ferny or Sauron. However, I think it is difficult to have a martial relationship with a large fiery eye who has already been vanquished.
Join us soon for a pile of corny crap also known as next chapter of the most over dramatic redundant parody on ff.net
Please review!