Part Two We Shall Flee.
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A/N: Just forgive me for the mess ups in this chappy.
P.S. I've got a new baby cousin!
Melanie spoke happily to a girl she met. She was a sister of Ennoi, the child who had 'helped' with Melanie's dress. Her name was Eilon, and she was nineteen. She was full of life, had dirty blonde hair (like everyone else in the village) and brown eyes. She was sun-browned and freckled, and it seemed she was born with God-given wisdom.
"So, you are not from around here," was the first thing Eilon said to Melanie, and after that they had been talking non-stop since. Every so often she would spot Legolas looking at her, and she would smile in response to him.
"Why do you keep looking at the elf every five seconds?" asked Eilon, when Melanie was caught looking at Legolas for the fifteenth time in less than ten minutes. Melanie blushed an interesting shade of pink.
"No reason," she mumbled, looking at the ground.
"Ah." said Eilon grinning ear to ear, "Do you have eyes for the Elf Prince?"
"What's it to you?"
Eilon laughed. "Nothing, it is nothing to me. I just know when I see love."
"Why?"
"My love has been banished, along with many of the loves of the village girls. Hopefully we shall see them again, but I do not hope."
"You should hope." There was a few minutes of silence.
"I wonder what happens to elves when they die." said Eilon looking at Legolas.
"They don't, I mean, they don't of old age. I'm not sure if they die of like, injuries . . . I suppose they would . . . what do you think?"
"I believe you pass to the Valar," said Eilon thoughtfully. Yet Melanie rolled her eyes.
"You do know that I don't believe in "the Valar" right?" she asked.
"I beg your pardon? How can an elf not believe in the Creators of the World?"
"Because I know that God really created the universe, and that He is all that truly matters."
"God? What is His name?"
"He has many. Alpha and Omega, Life, Love . . ."
"No, I mean what is His name? Illuviator perhaps?"
"No, God. And His Son, Jesus Christ, my savior. And the Holy Spirit."
Eilon shook her head. She did not appear to be impressed. Then Melanie laughed, "But I suppose, in the end, it doesn't matter, as long as you've lived a good life, right?"
"What do you mean, 'the end?' You are an elf, you will live forever." she said, and turned her face to look at the sky. "I, however, will move on, and get to see who God is," and she was silent for a moment, letting Melanie sit in a slight state of shock. So, being an elf had its drawbacks. She wondered why it had seemed like such a blessing to have immortal life before. Now she was not sure.
"I may die in a battle-if elves can," Melanie said shaking her head.
"Yes, and when you do," she said, and Melanie didn't like the way she said 'when,' "You will pass on to oh, uh, I can't remember the name, ask your prince."
Melanie smiled. She walked over to Legolas, who was staring avidly at the sky also. "Legolas, Legolas?" she said, wondering what was so interesting about the sky today. He looked down on her and smiled. "Hello melamin, what do you need?"
"I was wondering, if elves die, what happens to them?"
Legolas's smile turned into an extremely serious look. "We walk through the Halls of Mandos."
"Mandos?" Melanie asked, not liking the way that name rolled off her tongue so easily. She sighed.
"I don't think that I'm going to live through this, Legolas. I know there is a battle coming," she said, unburdening herself onto him. He found that he had been thinking along the same lines a few moments before.
"Do not think that way melamin," Legolas said, trying to be reasurring.
Melanie sighed. She found herself standing next to him on a hill, looking down into a valley at two horsemen. They were looking around suspiciously, and then the wolves attacked.
Wolves and riders that were so ugly, Melanie automatically knew they were orcs. She could smell them from here. Then Legolas looked quickly at Melanie and said, "Go, go to Gimli, now!" And she ran backward towards the dwarf as Legolas notched an arrow to his bow and fired.
She transformed and let out a whinny as Gimli got up. He had no idea what he was doing, that much was obvious, so Melanie took control. She rushed into battle with some of the creatures. She ran to Legolas. While she was still running, he swung up on her, and behind Gimli. She barely had time to think, "How the hell-?" when he urged her to battle, and she obeyed.
She was twisting and turning, and then running. It all happened so incredibly fast, that she could not really calculate what was happening. Then Legolas was hopping off of her, and she looked around. There were no longer any orcs. Well, there weren't any live ones. The dead littered the plain. She saw Legolas and Gimli standing on the edge of a cliff, along with the king. She transformed into her true self, and fell over sideways, due to loss of balance. She got up, shaking her head. She was probably the only elf that had ever tripped in times like this.
"Legolas, where's Aragorn?" she called, voice stretched tight with worry. Melanie walked toward them, and was shocked to find Legolas, his face a mask. However, Melanie saw that he was hiding extreme grief, and she was frightened. It looked as if he had broken. "He has fallen."
She lay a hand on his shoulder in comfort. She didn't know what to say. How could Aragorn have died? Why did she not feel the pain that she should be feeling? He had comforted her and healed her. Why did she not care? Was he still alive? Perhaps there was still hope.
Melanie closed her eyes and pushed these thoughts away. She needed to be here for Legolas and Gimli.
"Come on guys, I'm sure, uh- that everything will be okay," she said in a kind voice. Legolas turned his mask toward her again, and gave her a look of such pure pain, that she faltered. Gimli nodded and walked slowly away, eyes to the ground, a strangled noise coming up from his throat.
Melanie turned to look into Legolas's beautiful eyes. He took a deep breath. "What hope is there now? Now that the King of Men is gone, what hope is there now, Melanie?"
Melanie paused for a moment, not knowing exactly how to answer this question. She took his hand in hers. She ran her fingers over his for a moment. His were calloused in some places, from his constant archery, probably. Hers were dishpan, from doing so many chores on earth.
She looked from his hand to his face, and found he was looking at her strangely. Finally she chose to speak. "There's always hope, Legolas." And it seemed like she was speaking of more than just Aragorn's death. He opened his mouth slightly, yet no words came out.
"I cannot see it."
"Then look!" she said, louder than she intended. She did not need this now, and she could not let Legolas brood.
Legolas tore his eyes away from Melanie and looked over the cliff. He stood there for a long time, and then turned. Together he and Melanie walked back to the group.
REVIEW PLEASE?
Shut up, just shut up shut up shut up just shut up shut up.
Black eyed peas, Shut up
A/N: Just forgive me for the mess ups in this chappy.
P.S. I've got a new baby cousin!
Melanie spoke happily to a girl she met. She was a sister of Ennoi, the child who had 'helped' with Melanie's dress. Her name was Eilon, and she was nineteen. She was full of life, had dirty blonde hair (like everyone else in the village) and brown eyes. She was sun-browned and freckled, and it seemed she was born with God-given wisdom.
"So, you are not from around here," was the first thing Eilon said to Melanie, and after that they had been talking non-stop since. Every so often she would spot Legolas looking at her, and she would smile in response to him.
"Why do you keep looking at the elf every five seconds?" asked Eilon, when Melanie was caught looking at Legolas for the fifteenth time in less than ten minutes. Melanie blushed an interesting shade of pink.
"No reason," she mumbled, looking at the ground.
"Ah." said Eilon grinning ear to ear, "Do you have eyes for the Elf Prince?"
"What's it to you?"
Eilon laughed. "Nothing, it is nothing to me. I just know when I see love."
"Why?"
"My love has been banished, along with many of the loves of the village girls. Hopefully we shall see them again, but I do not hope."
"You should hope." There was a few minutes of silence.
"I wonder what happens to elves when they die." said Eilon looking at Legolas.
"They don't, I mean, they don't of old age. I'm not sure if they die of like, injuries . . . I suppose they would . . . what do you think?"
"I believe you pass to the Valar," said Eilon thoughtfully. Yet Melanie rolled her eyes.
"You do know that I don't believe in "the Valar" right?" she asked.
"I beg your pardon? How can an elf not believe in the Creators of the World?"
"Because I know that God really created the universe, and that He is all that truly matters."
"God? What is His name?"
"He has many. Alpha and Omega, Life, Love . . ."
"No, I mean what is His name? Illuviator perhaps?"
"No, God. And His Son, Jesus Christ, my savior. And the Holy Spirit."
Eilon shook her head. She did not appear to be impressed. Then Melanie laughed, "But I suppose, in the end, it doesn't matter, as long as you've lived a good life, right?"
"What do you mean, 'the end?' You are an elf, you will live forever." she said, and turned her face to look at the sky. "I, however, will move on, and get to see who God is," and she was silent for a moment, letting Melanie sit in a slight state of shock. So, being an elf had its drawbacks. She wondered why it had seemed like such a blessing to have immortal life before. Now she was not sure.
"I may die in a battle-if elves can," Melanie said shaking her head.
"Yes, and when you do," she said, and Melanie didn't like the way she said 'when,' "You will pass on to oh, uh, I can't remember the name, ask your prince."
Melanie smiled. She walked over to Legolas, who was staring avidly at the sky also. "Legolas, Legolas?" she said, wondering what was so interesting about the sky today. He looked down on her and smiled. "Hello melamin, what do you need?"
"I was wondering, if elves die, what happens to them?"
Legolas's smile turned into an extremely serious look. "We walk through the Halls of Mandos."
"Mandos?" Melanie asked, not liking the way that name rolled off her tongue so easily. She sighed.
"I don't think that I'm going to live through this, Legolas. I know there is a battle coming," she said, unburdening herself onto him. He found that he had been thinking along the same lines a few moments before.
"Do not think that way melamin," Legolas said, trying to be reasurring.
Melanie sighed. She found herself standing next to him on a hill, looking down into a valley at two horsemen. They were looking around suspiciously, and then the wolves attacked.
Wolves and riders that were so ugly, Melanie automatically knew they were orcs. She could smell them from here. Then Legolas looked quickly at Melanie and said, "Go, go to Gimli, now!" And she ran backward towards the dwarf as Legolas notched an arrow to his bow and fired.
She transformed and let out a whinny as Gimli got up. He had no idea what he was doing, that much was obvious, so Melanie took control. She rushed into battle with some of the creatures. She ran to Legolas. While she was still running, he swung up on her, and behind Gimli. She barely had time to think, "How the hell-?" when he urged her to battle, and she obeyed.
She was twisting and turning, and then running. It all happened so incredibly fast, that she could not really calculate what was happening. Then Legolas was hopping off of her, and she looked around. There were no longer any orcs. Well, there weren't any live ones. The dead littered the plain. She saw Legolas and Gimli standing on the edge of a cliff, along with the king. She transformed into her true self, and fell over sideways, due to loss of balance. She got up, shaking her head. She was probably the only elf that had ever tripped in times like this.
"Legolas, where's Aragorn?" she called, voice stretched tight with worry. Melanie walked toward them, and was shocked to find Legolas, his face a mask. However, Melanie saw that he was hiding extreme grief, and she was frightened. It looked as if he had broken. "He has fallen."
She lay a hand on his shoulder in comfort. She didn't know what to say. How could Aragorn have died? Why did she not feel the pain that she should be feeling? He had comforted her and healed her. Why did she not care? Was he still alive? Perhaps there was still hope.
Melanie closed her eyes and pushed these thoughts away. She needed to be here for Legolas and Gimli.
"Come on guys, I'm sure, uh- that everything will be okay," she said in a kind voice. Legolas turned his mask toward her again, and gave her a look of such pure pain, that she faltered. Gimli nodded and walked slowly away, eyes to the ground, a strangled noise coming up from his throat.
Melanie turned to look into Legolas's beautiful eyes. He took a deep breath. "What hope is there now? Now that the King of Men is gone, what hope is there now, Melanie?"
Melanie paused for a moment, not knowing exactly how to answer this question. She took his hand in hers. She ran her fingers over his for a moment. His were calloused in some places, from his constant archery, probably. Hers were dishpan, from doing so many chores on earth.
She looked from his hand to his face, and found he was looking at her strangely. Finally she chose to speak. "There's always hope, Legolas." And it seemed like she was speaking of more than just Aragorn's death. He opened his mouth slightly, yet no words came out.
"I cannot see it."
"Then look!" she said, louder than she intended. She did not need this now, and she could not let Legolas brood.
Legolas tore his eyes away from Melanie and looked over the cliff. He stood there for a long time, and then turned. Together he and Melanie walked back to the group.
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