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A/N: hey, sorry it took so long to update, guys! But I couldn't figure out how this chapter should go (I actually wrote the last half of it while watching Inuyasha last night, hehe, so it might seem a little iffy, but that's okay!) . . . So here's the next installment! Enjoy! And please remember to review if you've been reading it's really nice to see that someone else is reading my story!
Have Fun!
O, and if you have the time, please read 'Return to Me' even though it's just a poem about Kaye and Legolas, I want to know what you guys think about it (I'm not a very good poet so I'll need some constructive criticism : ) plus you might find some hidden replies to some of the unanswered questions in 'Narulin'
Happy Hunting!
:: Promises::
"Mr. Frodo?"
The hobbit opened his eyes, "What is it Sam?"
His friend said nothing, but sat quietly in front of the ring bearer. Frodo sat up slowly and observed the stouter hobbit curiously.
"Is something wrong, Sam?"
He shook his head, "It's . . . it's just that I've been doing a bit of thinking, Mr. Frodo . . . and, well, do you think we were really meant to be apart of the Fellowship? I mean," he stared off into the depths of the stars, "This isn't a job for hobbits! Why not leave it to the others?"
The ring bearer smiled sadly, "Sam, this was my choice . . . you don't have to come . . . you can return to the Shire if you want—."
"NO!" the hobbit's eyes grew wide in horror as if the very thought would be his death wish, "No, Mr. Frodo, I . . . I have a promise I need to keep . . ."
Frodo raised an eyebrow, "A promise, Sam?"
He nodded, "Kaye asked me to keep and eye out for you; make sure that nothing would happen to you, Mr. Frodo . . . and I don't know if we'll ever see her again . . . I want to make sure that I honor that promise."
The hobbit grew silent for a moment, ". . . Do you think that we'll make it back?"
Sam eyed his friend and shook his head, "Why should we, Mr. Frodo? In any case . . ." he glanced towards their sleeping companions, "There are others who have to keep their promises . . ."
Frodo followed his gaze and sighed sadly, "Legolas?"
The stouter hobbit nodded, "Both he and Kaye seemed so distraught the day we left . . . I . . . I've never seen her so unhappy before, have you?"
"No . . ." Frodo said quietly, "But then again, I've never seen her in love before . . ."
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Legolas woke up with a start. Cold sweat perspired off his brow.
His eyes darted across the camp. Night still lingered over the land and his companions still slept. The elf clutched his shirt tightly, trying to regain the steady beating of his heart.
"Damn nightmares," he muttered and started to lie down again.
But it had felt so real . . .
He rubbed his temples tenderly and rolled onto his side as tears began to form in his eyes.
Kaye had been suffering . . . even now he could still hear her cries of pain. But in the dreams he couldn't see her; he couldn't find her even though he could hear her as clear as day. There was nothing he could see but a golden ring of light. But when he heard Kaye's final cry, the light brightened to an unbearable level so that he had to shield his eyes. Then a macabre, cruel laugh would echo through the darkness.
The elf shivered and tossed beneath his cloak. These nightmares were not going to help the journey . . .
Especially when they felt so real . . .
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Kaye's PoV
I rolled out from beneath my covers slowly. I sat on the edge of the bed and sighed heavily. I had been asleep for nearly a full day now, and yet I was as weary as I was since I had first lied down.
A tear rolled down my cheek. It was probably because of Legolas and the Fellowship . . . I hadn't been able to sleep well since.
Sighing, I stood and headed jadedly towards the vanity. Dark circles surrounded my eyes and my skin was ashen and pale.
There was nothing I could do to prevent myself from wondering where they were now; where my friends were . . . but it only resulted in more tears that drizzled down from my eyes. I quickly wiped them away irritably. They were gone now . . . and I couldn't do anything about it . . .
They were all gone . . .
A painful thump resounded through my chest, but I ignored it.
They weren't coming back . . .
THUMP.
I was all alone now . . .
THUMP . . . THUMP . . . THUMP.
I moaned and clutched my chest. My breath was ragged and my blood pounded ruthlessly in my ears. I grasped the edge of the vanity until my knuckles turned white.
THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
My blood felt as though it was boiling and the flames from the fire within licked at my veins. My eyes grew wide with pain and I could no longer gather enough air to fill my lungs. Oh, gods, what was wrong with me?
I writhed with agony and my arm lashed out to knock over the assorted bottles on the counter. I clutched my head and let out a cry of pain. There were voices now, calling my name; taunting me from the very pit of my mind. I couldn't get them out; I couldn't make them leave!!
The skin on my body crawled as I released a scream . . . a scream so loud that even those in the Misty Mountains could hear . . .
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Legolas's ears twitched suddenly and he turned to stare back down the path. He could have sworn . . .
"Legolas? Is something wrong?"
The elf turned, startled as Aragorn stepped next to him. The prince shook his head, dismissing the question, and continued after the Fellowship.
Gimli glanced over his shoulder at the elf and shook his head, "What's wrong with him?" he grunted.
"That, master dwarf," Gandalf replied without looking at him, "Is the face of an elf who has had his heart broken." (A/N: Legolas is not going to die of a broken heart! Don't worry!)
The dwarf snorted, "Well I think the lad should get over her; we have better things to worry about than a mere lass he left behind."
"Then you, Gimli, know nothing of love."
Nearly the entire Fellowship started when Legolas spoke. His eyes were grave and his expression was cold. Gimli's face turned a bright red and he muttered several profanities under his breath. The rest of the group grew silent; giving Legolas his space. The elf said no more and retreated into silence.
The Fellowship stared at the elf for but a moment before continuing on. Aragorn, however, fell back so his pace was even with Legolas's. When the prince did not say anything towards the ranger, Aragorn took the initiative to speak first.
"Legolas, the gods only know what pain you're in . . . but I am your friend; do not think that you cannot speak with me at any time."
The elf said nothing. His eyes seemed locked on the ground and distant somehow.
Aragorn sighed heavily, "You will return to Kaye when this is finished, Legolas."
"The thing I doubt is not whether I will survive, Elessar . . . but if Kaye will . . ."
The ranger stared the elfin prince anxiously, "What do you mean? Despite hating to see us leave, she looked perfectly healthy a few days ago . . ."
"It has nothing to do with her health, Aragorn . . ." Legolas stopped briefly and stared back towards the East. The expression in his eyes darkened as if a sudden memory crossed through his mind, "I've been have dreams, Elessar, ever since we've left, I've been having nightmares . . . and they've all been about Kaye . . ." his gaze fell to his trembling hands; his eyes wide with horror, "Each one is the same; it's as if it were real; and Kaye was in pain . . . I-I couldn't see her . . . I couldn't help her! . . . But they all ended the same . . ." tears trickled down his cheeks and he shut his eyes tightly, ". . . every nightmare would end when Kaye died . . ." he whispered as if muttering a curse.
"Legolas, they were only dreams—."
"Don't tell me what is and is not a dream, Aragorn!" the elf whispered harshly, "An evil is awakening . . . and it has something to do with Kaye . . ."
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Legolas's PoV
Absentmindedly, I twirled a single arrow between my fingers. My mind ached from the lack of sleep, but I would not bring myself to rest in fear that my dreams would haunt me once more.
"Gods . . . just be safe, Kaye . . ."
I could almost se her smiling sadly and caressing my cheek. Oh, gods, I would give anything to see her once more and feel the tender warmth of her lips.
The arrow stopped spinning and I slowly slid it back into the quiver with a sigh.
My skin crawled. Earlier I had heard a faint scream coming from the East . . . it was faint, but I could still make it out even far away. I only prayed that it was not Kaye; that—if anything—my ears had deceived me.
But I knew deep down that it wasn't so.
"What's happening in Mordor that we don't know about?" I shivered slightly, "What's happening to Kaye that we cannot control?"
I sighed and stared at the ground idly. My eyes fell on a single white flower swaying gently in the evening breeze. I stared at it for the longest time before I realized what it was that entranced me so much.
It was the same flower embedded on Narulin.
Shakily, I reached out with my hand and carefully plucked the blossom. I savored its sweat aroma as it wafted around me. I smiled sadly . . . it was almost as if it smelled like Kaye.
A single tear slid down my cheek and dropped quietly onto the flower's petals.
I removed the same arrow I had earlier from the quiver and held it in my hand.
After a moment, I clasped the flower to my chest and carefully wrapped it around the arrow. Taking my bow from my shoulder, I stood and notched the dart and aimed into the sky as tears slid from my eyes.
"Yi tienve usunand rele . . ." I whispered.
With a muffled whistle, the arrow whizzed through the air and into the night sky . . .
Leaving only a single petal fluttering in the wind . . .
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A/N: well sorry it was a little short. I was trying to get you guys a new chappie as soon as possible, so it was kinda rushed . . .
Hope you all enjoyed!
Ja'ne!!
A/N: hey, sorry it took so long to update, guys! But I couldn't figure out how this chapter should go (I actually wrote the last half of it while watching Inuyasha last night, hehe, so it might seem a little iffy, but that's okay!) . . . So here's the next installment! Enjoy! And please remember to review if you've been reading it's really nice to see that someone else is reading my story!
Have Fun!
O, and if you have the time, please read 'Return to Me' even though it's just a poem about Kaye and Legolas, I want to know what you guys think about it (I'm not a very good poet so I'll need some constructive criticism : ) plus you might find some hidden replies to some of the unanswered questions in 'Narulin'
Happy Hunting!
:: Promises::
"Mr. Frodo?"
The hobbit opened his eyes, "What is it Sam?"
His friend said nothing, but sat quietly in front of the ring bearer. Frodo sat up slowly and observed the stouter hobbit curiously.
"Is something wrong, Sam?"
He shook his head, "It's . . . it's just that I've been doing a bit of thinking, Mr. Frodo . . . and, well, do you think we were really meant to be apart of the Fellowship? I mean," he stared off into the depths of the stars, "This isn't a job for hobbits! Why not leave it to the others?"
The ring bearer smiled sadly, "Sam, this was my choice . . . you don't have to come . . . you can return to the Shire if you want—."
"NO!" the hobbit's eyes grew wide in horror as if the very thought would be his death wish, "No, Mr. Frodo, I . . . I have a promise I need to keep . . ."
Frodo raised an eyebrow, "A promise, Sam?"
He nodded, "Kaye asked me to keep and eye out for you; make sure that nothing would happen to you, Mr. Frodo . . . and I don't know if we'll ever see her again . . . I want to make sure that I honor that promise."
The hobbit grew silent for a moment, ". . . Do you think that we'll make it back?"
Sam eyed his friend and shook his head, "Why should we, Mr. Frodo? In any case . . ." he glanced towards their sleeping companions, "There are others who have to keep their promises . . ."
Frodo followed his gaze and sighed sadly, "Legolas?"
The stouter hobbit nodded, "Both he and Kaye seemed so distraught the day we left . . . I . . . I've never seen her so unhappy before, have you?"
"No . . ." Frodo said quietly, "But then again, I've never seen her in love before . . ."
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Legolas woke up with a start. Cold sweat perspired off his brow.
His eyes darted across the camp. Night still lingered over the land and his companions still slept. The elf clutched his shirt tightly, trying to regain the steady beating of his heart.
"Damn nightmares," he muttered and started to lie down again.
But it had felt so real . . .
He rubbed his temples tenderly and rolled onto his side as tears began to form in his eyes.
Kaye had been suffering . . . even now he could still hear her cries of pain. But in the dreams he couldn't see her; he couldn't find her even though he could hear her as clear as day. There was nothing he could see but a golden ring of light. But when he heard Kaye's final cry, the light brightened to an unbearable level so that he had to shield his eyes. Then a macabre, cruel laugh would echo through the darkness.
The elf shivered and tossed beneath his cloak. These nightmares were not going to help the journey . . .
Especially when they felt so real . . .
-------
Kaye's PoV
I rolled out from beneath my covers slowly. I sat on the edge of the bed and sighed heavily. I had been asleep for nearly a full day now, and yet I was as weary as I was since I had first lied down.
A tear rolled down my cheek. It was probably because of Legolas and the Fellowship . . . I hadn't been able to sleep well since.
Sighing, I stood and headed jadedly towards the vanity. Dark circles surrounded my eyes and my skin was ashen and pale.
There was nothing I could do to prevent myself from wondering where they were now; where my friends were . . . but it only resulted in more tears that drizzled down from my eyes. I quickly wiped them away irritably. They were gone now . . . and I couldn't do anything about it . . .
They were all gone . . .
A painful thump resounded through my chest, but I ignored it.
They weren't coming back . . .
THUMP.
I was all alone now . . .
THUMP . . . THUMP . . . THUMP.
I moaned and clutched my chest. My breath was ragged and my blood pounded ruthlessly in my ears. I grasped the edge of the vanity until my knuckles turned white.
THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
My blood felt as though it was boiling and the flames from the fire within licked at my veins. My eyes grew wide with pain and I could no longer gather enough air to fill my lungs. Oh, gods, what was wrong with me?
I writhed with agony and my arm lashed out to knock over the assorted bottles on the counter. I clutched my head and let out a cry of pain. There were voices now, calling my name; taunting me from the very pit of my mind. I couldn't get them out; I couldn't make them leave!!
The skin on my body crawled as I released a scream . . . a scream so loud that even those in the Misty Mountains could hear . . .
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Legolas's ears twitched suddenly and he turned to stare back down the path. He could have sworn . . .
"Legolas? Is something wrong?"
The elf turned, startled as Aragorn stepped next to him. The prince shook his head, dismissing the question, and continued after the Fellowship.
Gimli glanced over his shoulder at the elf and shook his head, "What's wrong with him?" he grunted.
"That, master dwarf," Gandalf replied without looking at him, "Is the face of an elf who has had his heart broken." (A/N: Legolas is not going to die of a broken heart! Don't worry!)
The dwarf snorted, "Well I think the lad should get over her; we have better things to worry about than a mere lass he left behind."
"Then you, Gimli, know nothing of love."
Nearly the entire Fellowship started when Legolas spoke. His eyes were grave and his expression was cold. Gimli's face turned a bright red and he muttered several profanities under his breath. The rest of the group grew silent; giving Legolas his space. The elf said no more and retreated into silence.
The Fellowship stared at the elf for but a moment before continuing on. Aragorn, however, fell back so his pace was even with Legolas's. When the prince did not say anything towards the ranger, Aragorn took the initiative to speak first.
"Legolas, the gods only know what pain you're in . . . but I am your friend; do not think that you cannot speak with me at any time."
The elf said nothing. His eyes seemed locked on the ground and distant somehow.
Aragorn sighed heavily, "You will return to Kaye when this is finished, Legolas."
"The thing I doubt is not whether I will survive, Elessar . . . but if Kaye will . . ."
The ranger stared the elfin prince anxiously, "What do you mean? Despite hating to see us leave, she looked perfectly healthy a few days ago . . ."
"It has nothing to do with her health, Aragorn . . ." Legolas stopped briefly and stared back towards the East. The expression in his eyes darkened as if a sudden memory crossed through his mind, "I've been have dreams, Elessar, ever since we've left, I've been having nightmares . . . and they've all been about Kaye . . ." his gaze fell to his trembling hands; his eyes wide with horror, "Each one is the same; it's as if it were real; and Kaye was in pain . . . I-I couldn't see her . . . I couldn't help her! . . . But they all ended the same . . ." tears trickled down his cheeks and he shut his eyes tightly, ". . . every nightmare would end when Kaye died . . ." he whispered as if muttering a curse.
"Legolas, they were only dreams—."
"Don't tell me what is and is not a dream, Aragorn!" the elf whispered harshly, "An evil is awakening . . . and it has something to do with Kaye . . ."
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Legolas's PoV
Absentmindedly, I twirled a single arrow between my fingers. My mind ached from the lack of sleep, but I would not bring myself to rest in fear that my dreams would haunt me once more.
"Gods . . . just be safe, Kaye . . ."
I could almost se her smiling sadly and caressing my cheek. Oh, gods, I would give anything to see her once more and feel the tender warmth of her lips.
The arrow stopped spinning and I slowly slid it back into the quiver with a sigh.
My skin crawled. Earlier I had heard a faint scream coming from the East . . . it was faint, but I could still make it out even far away. I only prayed that it was not Kaye; that—if anything—my ears had deceived me.
But I knew deep down that it wasn't so.
"What's happening in Mordor that we don't know about?" I shivered slightly, "What's happening to Kaye that we cannot control?"
I sighed and stared at the ground idly. My eyes fell on a single white flower swaying gently in the evening breeze. I stared at it for the longest time before I realized what it was that entranced me so much.
It was the same flower embedded on Narulin.
Shakily, I reached out with my hand and carefully plucked the blossom. I savored its sweat aroma as it wafted around me. I smiled sadly . . . it was almost as if it smelled like Kaye.
A single tear slid down my cheek and dropped quietly onto the flower's petals.
I removed the same arrow I had earlier from the quiver and held it in my hand.
After a moment, I clasped the flower to my chest and carefully wrapped it around the arrow. Taking my bow from my shoulder, I stood and notched the dart and aimed into the sky as tears slid from my eyes.
"Yi tienve usunand rele . . ." I whispered.
With a muffled whistle, the arrow whizzed through the air and into the night sky . . .
Leaving only a single petal fluttering in the wind . . .
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A/N: well sorry it was a little short. I was trying to get you guys a new chappie as soon as possible, so it was kinda rushed . . .
Hope you all enjoyed!
Ja'ne!!