The Loss Of A Loved One
The sun was setting, splashing the sky with orange. A light breeze blew. Legolas was sitting opposite his love, the rock he had named Bulgy, and looking deep into its "eyes". His love "looked" back lovingly.
Legolas blushed and looked at his lap, before looking back at Bulgy once more. "I love you," he said softly, "Did you know?" Then he giggled. "Of course you did!" It was an aesthetically pleasing evening.
Suddenly, the sky darkened. Clouds clouded the sky while lightning lit it up. Legolas clutched his love protectively.
A loud crack was heard and a voice boomed. "YOU HAVE BEEN UNFAITFUL, OH FAITHLESS ONE!"
Legolas froze. What in middle earth was the voice talking about? He'd legally left his previous loves before attaching himself to new ones. "I haven't been unfaithful!" he cried indignantly.
"NO! NOT YOU!" the voice yelled back, sounding annoyed, "THE SLATE!"
Legolas froze again. It couldn't – but bulgy – could it – no, never – but the voice – " You mean Bulgy?" he asked.
There was no reply.
"The slate," called Legolas, "Bulgy the slate!"
"YES…" the voice answered dubiously.
"But Bulgy LOVES me!" wept Legolas, "He'd never stray!"
"OH BUT HE DID!" shrieked the voice excitedly, "HE MUST BE PUNISHED!"
"No!" wailed Legolas and tucked the slate deep into his shirt, "You shan't hurt my love!"
"HA! YOU THINK A ROCK KNOWS WHAT IT'S BEING KISSED BY?" A giant sucking sound filled the air. The voice was trying to suck Bulgy away!
Legolas held Bulgy tightly to his chest.
"GIVE IT UP!" scoffed the voice, "IT'S NO GOOD ANYWAY. YOU'RE A PRETTY LADDIE, GO FIND YOURSELF A NICE WIFE, A REAL WIFE."
But Legolas had learnt long ago that wives just weren't the same as rocks. He curled into a ball and held Bulgy tighter to him.
The sucking sound grew stronger and stronger and stronger before suddenly dying out. It had claimed Bulgy, as well as all of Legolas's clothing, leaving Legolas alone on the humus covered forest floor.
There Legolas lay, curled up, unmoving, unconscious and unclothed.
TBC….