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When Legolas awoke the next morning, Joyce was gone, as was Aranel. Getting dressed Legolas saw he had overslept and that breakfast was over.
Cursing to himself, he made his way to the kitchen. There he found, not to his suprise, Merry, Pippin and Sam.
They greeted him with a big smile on their faces. "Good morning Legolas, or should we say Good afternoon? Normally Elves don´t oversleep now do they?"
Legolas muttered something under his breath and made himself something to eat.
"What did you say, Legolas? I did not quite catch it." Pippin said in his sweetest voice.
Legolas rolled his eyes and said. "That no matter how late I would get up, I would still found you in the kitchen."
Sam and Merry laughed while Pippin did not know what to say. "He has got a good point there, Pip. Oh yes, Legolas, if you are looking for Joyce, she is in the garden with your daughter and Frodo. So do you like to be a father?" Merry asked.
Legolas nodded and he said. "It takes some time to get used too, but it is fun. And when can we expect to find invitation to a Hobbit wedding?"
"I don´t really think anytime soon. Right now four members of the Fellowship are married and all have children or getting. But maybe you will never know, right." Merry answered.
Legolas smiled and said. "That is true. I mean you know where to send it too and that oversleeping part, I was up half the night sitting by Aranel, she does not need so much sleep just like Joyce, the only difference is Joyce knows how to be quite while Aranel does not yet know that:"
Sam grinned and answered. "She does look a lot like you. What is she now Human, Saiyan or Elf?"
"I believe a quarter saiyan and for the rest Elven. But I am not sure yet." Legolas answered.
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In the mean time Joyce was with Frodo in the garden. Joyce was holding Aranel who was very restless.
"Joyce, can I ask you something?" Frodo said in a soft voice.
Looking up, Joyce said with a smile. "Anything Frodo."
"How do you do this? I mean you put everything on the line everyday to protect people you don´t even know, how do you do it without going crazy?" Frodo asked.
"What do you mean, Frodo? I need a little bit more explanation." Joyce answered.
Frodo nodded and while looking around to make sure nobody was here, he said. "Everybody thinks I will be alright in time, but I know in my heart I am not. Those pain I went trough will never heal, not on these shores at least. The memory of what I had to do and went trough is too big a burden to me. I tried to pretend asif everything is alright but it is getting harder and harder. When the Ring bearers leave, I will leave too. I have talked to Gandalf about this a lot and he told me I had to talk to you. He said you had the same scars only then not without going trough the same things as me. How do you deal with it?"
Joyce signed and when she looked up again, Frodo was suprised to read so much pain in her eyes. "I don´t deal with it Frodo. I tried, believe me, I did. But the pain is too much. I remember the pain and the fight and everything every waking moment. Most of the time I am happy when I see other people laugh, it almost makes everything worth the pain and the trouble I go trough. But then I remember something again and I feel so alone. I have learned to hide the pain since the others don´t understand, I am sure they know somehow, but they don´t understand. Sometimes when I am awake at night and I look at Legolas, I wish the image would leave me alone and let me sleep, but when I saw all the people cheer when Sauron was defeated I was glad that I am the one doing it and I feel lucky but other times I feel not so lucky. You will find the peace you deserve Frodo, I just need to wait a bit longer."
Frodo then asked. "But like now, when there is a time of peace, don´t you find the same thing?"
Joyce shook her head, a sad smile playing on her lips. "I am afraid not. I fought more battle then most Elves did in their long lives. The people just don´t know about it. I will never find peace, not while I am alive and I am afraid I will not find it when I am dead either. That is the faith of a protector. I would not mind that it is only me but one of my children will suffer the same thing. I just wish that it was different."
Frodo looked at Aranel and asked. "Will she be the one who will be the new protector when you are gone?"
Joyce shrugged and said. "I don´t know, Frodo, maybe. In time we will know."
She then fell silent and Frodo also heard the footsteps coming closer. Joyce smiled at him and he saw the mask she wore behind her eyes, slip into place again. "Only Legolas ever knows her true feelings." He tought.
Gimli came walking by and said. "Is that blasted Elf of yours still asleep?"
Joyce looked at him and said. "I have no idea. Why don´t you see for yourself, Gimli?"
Gimli nodded and then left again. A moment later, Legolas came walking in the garden. He smiled and nodded at Frodo.
Joyce laughed while she said. "Ah, finaly awake, Meleth. It is nice to see that you decided to not spent all day in bed."
Legolas shoved her playfully then picked up Aranel who held up her arms to him. "Good morning, Pen Mir (little jewel), I am glad you are still happy to see me."
Joyce smiled at the sight of Legolas with Aranel, but looked up when Aragorn came running in the garden. "Arwen, she is in labor. What do I have to do?"
Everybody looked at Joyce, while getting to her feet, Joyce answered. "Stay calm and get her to a healer and then just wait."
Aragorn ran back inside and Joyce said. "The rest should make yourselves at ease, this can take petty long time."
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That evening Joyce was opening the door to her room, when she saw Legolas staring out the window. Aranel was gone with her teddy bear.
Wrapping her arms around him, she pressed her face against his back. She felt the bandages around his chest underneath her hands. Legolas put his hand over her and said. "The sling is off. My arm is healed. Joyce, do you want more children?"
"I want more children, but not right now. I want to wait until Aranel is some older, but it does not mean we cannot try, right Meleth." Joyce answered while closing her eyes and breathing in his scent.
The next thing she knew, Legolas had turned around and she was leaning against his broad chest. Pressing her ear against the shirt, she felt the strong beating of the Elven heart. It brought her peace.
Legolas stroked her hair and Joyce heard him sign. She met his eyes and saw the storm of emotions that was raging inside of him. The sea-longing had caught him off guard again.
Then a memory hit her. She saw people lying on the floor. They were dead. She had been send out on a mission to rescue a village but had come to late. There was blood everywhere.
Closing her eyes tightly, she buried her face into Legolas´s shoulder. Normally she could stop the flood of memories but not this time. It was asif somebody made her remember everything. Every fight she had seen, everybody who had ever died and she had seen them.
Legolas´s arms closed around her in a slit second. He felt his shirt become wet with the tears that were streaming down her cheeks. She was trembling and shaking. Joyce felt so cold and tried to get some of the warmth Legolas had.
Gandalf had warned him this would happen. Being send back by the Valar, it would only take a little while before she would start to remember and both her mind and body needed to heal. In order to do that, she needed to get it out of her system first.
It was similar to a nervous breakdown. It would not last that long. Elrond had wanted to giver her something to forget it, but Legolas had said no. He would help her trough it.
It was pointless to say meaningless words, they would not lessen the grief she felt. Legolas had heard her conversation with Frodo, he was suprised she had not told him, but then again he had never told her about the sea- longing. He was glad she was with him and not with anybody else.
Legolas felt Joyce trying to get closer to him. Pulling her away from him, he saw the pain on her face, by what she tought was his rejection. He then pulled the lose shirt from his chest and while gabbing his cloak, he opened his arms to her again.
Legolas was trown against the wall when she ran into him. He closed him arms around her again and pulled the cloak around both of them.
Body-warmth would help her now. He then slowly sank down to the floor while picking her up, he placed her on his lap. Joyce still had her face buried in his now bare shoulder. He was glad that Gandalf had picked up Aranel to stay for the night.
Holding her close, he began to rock back and forth while Joyce was still sobbing uncontrollably.
He want to say something to her, but knew that words would do no good. He wanted to do anything to take away the pain. But all he could do was to be there for her.
Then he tought of something. Singing might help her to get at least a little bit more calmer. He also knew the perfect song. He softly began to sing, but loud enough for her to hear.
Everybody´s looking for that something.
One thing that makes it all complete.
You find it in the strangest places.
Places you never knew it could be.
Some find it in the face of their children, some find it in their lovers eyes.
Who can deny the joy it brings, when you find that special thing.
You are flying without wings.
Some find it sharing every morning, some in their solitary lives.
You will find it in the world of others, a simple line that make you laugh or cry.
You will find it in the deepest friendship, the kind you cherish all your life.
And when you know how much that means, you have found that special thing.
You are flying without wings.
So impossible as it may seem.
You have got to fight for every dream.
Cause who is to know the ones you let go, would have made you complete.
Well for me that is waking up beside you, to watch the sunrise on your face.
To know that I can say I love you, in any given time or place.
It is little things that only I know, those are the things that make you mine.
And it is like flying without wings.
Cause you are my special thing, I am flying without wings.
And you are the place where my life begins, and you will be where it ends.
I am flying without wings.
And that is the joy you bring, I am flying without wings.
When he felt silent again, he noticed Joyce was crying silently now. Her hand was resting on his and while kissing her forehead he said. "Ai Meleth, the things we go trough or do for our loved ones."
He felt tears stung at his eyes, but knew that no matter how hard it would be they would make it as long as they would be there for each other.
He then tightened his grip around her and felt Joyce buried her face in his shoulder again as another memory reached the surface. Resting his head on top of her, they continued to sat like that trough out the night.
Hope you liked it. Please review.
Note: Thanks for the reviews. I still need ideas so post away with them. Let´s begin.
When Legolas awoke the next morning, Joyce was gone, as was Aranel. Getting dressed Legolas saw he had overslept and that breakfast was over.
Cursing to himself, he made his way to the kitchen. There he found, not to his suprise, Merry, Pippin and Sam.
They greeted him with a big smile on their faces. "Good morning Legolas, or should we say Good afternoon? Normally Elves don´t oversleep now do they?"
Legolas muttered something under his breath and made himself something to eat.
"What did you say, Legolas? I did not quite catch it." Pippin said in his sweetest voice.
Legolas rolled his eyes and said. "That no matter how late I would get up, I would still found you in the kitchen."
Sam and Merry laughed while Pippin did not know what to say. "He has got a good point there, Pip. Oh yes, Legolas, if you are looking for Joyce, she is in the garden with your daughter and Frodo. So do you like to be a father?" Merry asked.
Legolas nodded and he said. "It takes some time to get used too, but it is fun. And when can we expect to find invitation to a Hobbit wedding?"
"I don´t really think anytime soon. Right now four members of the Fellowship are married and all have children or getting. But maybe you will never know, right." Merry answered.
Legolas smiled and said. "That is true. I mean you know where to send it too and that oversleeping part, I was up half the night sitting by Aranel, she does not need so much sleep just like Joyce, the only difference is Joyce knows how to be quite while Aranel does not yet know that:"
Sam grinned and answered. "She does look a lot like you. What is she now Human, Saiyan or Elf?"
"I believe a quarter saiyan and for the rest Elven. But I am not sure yet." Legolas answered.
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In the mean time Joyce was with Frodo in the garden. Joyce was holding Aranel who was very restless.
"Joyce, can I ask you something?" Frodo said in a soft voice.
Looking up, Joyce said with a smile. "Anything Frodo."
"How do you do this? I mean you put everything on the line everyday to protect people you don´t even know, how do you do it without going crazy?" Frodo asked.
"What do you mean, Frodo? I need a little bit more explanation." Joyce answered.
Frodo nodded and while looking around to make sure nobody was here, he said. "Everybody thinks I will be alright in time, but I know in my heart I am not. Those pain I went trough will never heal, not on these shores at least. The memory of what I had to do and went trough is too big a burden to me. I tried to pretend asif everything is alright but it is getting harder and harder. When the Ring bearers leave, I will leave too. I have talked to Gandalf about this a lot and he told me I had to talk to you. He said you had the same scars only then not without going trough the same things as me. How do you deal with it?"
Joyce signed and when she looked up again, Frodo was suprised to read so much pain in her eyes. "I don´t deal with it Frodo. I tried, believe me, I did. But the pain is too much. I remember the pain and the fight and everything every waking moment. Most of the time I am happy when I see other people laugh, it almost makes everything worth the pain and the trouble I go trough. But then I remember something again and I feel so alone. I have learned to hide the pain since the others don´t understand, I am sure they know somehow, but they don´t understand. Sometimes when I am awake at night and I look at Legolas, I wish the image would leave me alone and let me sleep, but when I saw all the people cheer when Sauron was defeated I was glad that I am the one doing it and I feel lucky but other times I feel not so lucky. You will find the peace you deserve Frodo, I just need to wait a bit longer."
Frodo then asked. "But like now, when there is a time of peace, don´t you find the same thing?"
Joyce shook her head, a sad smile playing on her lips. "I am afraid not. I fought more battle then most Elves did in their long lives. The people just don´t know about it. I will never find peace, not while I am alive and I am afraid I will not find it when I am dead either. That is the faith of a protector. I would not mind that it is only me but one of my children will suffer the same thing. I just wish that it was different."
Frodo looked at Aranel and asked. "Will she be the one who will be the new protector when you are gone?"
Joyce shrugged and said. "I don´t know, Frodo, maybe. In time we will know."
She then fell silent and Frodo also heard the footsteps coming closer. Joyce smiled at him and he saw the mask she wore behind her eyes, slip into place again. "Only Legolas ever knows her true feelings." He tought.
Gimli came walking by and said. "Is that blasted Elf of yours still asleep?"
Joyce looked at him and said. "I have no idea. Why don´t you see for yourself, Gimli?"
Gimli nodded and then left again. A moment later, Legolas came walking in the garden. He smiled and nodded at Frodo.
Joyce laughed while she said. "Ah, finaly awake, Meleth. It is nice to see that you decided to not spent all day in bed."
Legolas shoved her playfully then picked up Aranel who held up her arms to him. "Good morning, Pen Mir (little jewel), I am glad you are still happy to see me."
Joyce smiled at the sight of Legolas with Aranel, but looked up when Aragorn came running in the garden. "Arwen, she is in labor. What do I have to do?"
Everybody looked at Joyce, while getting to her feet, Joyce answered. "Stay calm and get her to a healer and then just wait."
Aragorn ran back inside and Joyce said. "The rest should make yourselves at ease, this can take petty long time."
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That evening Joyce was opening the door to her room, when she saw Legolas staring out the window. Aranel was gone with her teddy bear.
Wrapping her arms around him, she pressed her face against his back. She felt the bandages around his chest underneath her hands. Legolas put his hand over her and said. "The sling is off. My arm is healed. Joyce, do you want more children?"
"I want more children, but not right now. I want to wait until Aranel is some older, but it does not mean we cannot try, right Meleth." Joyce answered while closing her eyes and breathing in his scent.
The next thing she knew, Legolas had turned around and she was leaning against his broad chest. Pressing her ear against the shirt, she felt the strong beating of the Elven heart. It brought her peace.
Legolas stroked her hair and Joyce heard him sign. She met his eyes and saw the storm of emotions that was raging inside of him. The sea-longing had caught him off guard again.
Then a memory hit her. She saw people lying on the floor. They were dead. She had been send out on a mission to rescue a village but had come to late. There was blood everywhere.
Closing her eyes tightly, she buried her face into Legolas´s shoulder. Normally she could stop the flood of memories but not this time. It was asif somebody made her remember everything. Every fight she had seen, everybody who had ever died and she had seen them.
Legolas´s arms closed around her in a slit second. He felt his shirt become wet with the tears that were streaming down her cheeks. She was trembling and shaking. Joyce felt so cold and tried to get some of the warmth Legolas had.
Gandalf had warned him this would happen. Being send back by the Valar, it would only take a little while before she would start to remember and both her mind and body needed to heal. In order to do that, she needed to get it out of her system first.
It was similar to a nervous breakdown. It would not last that long. Elrond had wanted to giver her something to forget it, but Legolas had said no. He would help her trough it.
It was pointless to say meaningless words, they would not lessen the grief she felt. Legolas had heard her conversation with Frodo, he was suprised she had not told him, but then again he had never told her about the sea- longing. He was glad she was with him and not with anybody else.
Legolas felt Joyce trying to get closer to him. Pulling her away from him, he saw the pain on her face, by what she tought was his rejection. He then pulled the lose shirt from his chest and while gabbing his cloak, he opened his arms to her again.
Legolas was trown against the wall when she ran into him. He closed him arms around her again and pulled the cloak around both of them.
Body-warmth would help her now. He then slowly sank down to the floor while picking her up, he placed her on his lap. Joyce still had her face buried in his now bare shoulder. He was glad that Gandalf had picked up Aranel to stay for the night.
Holding her close, he began to rock back and forth while Joyce was still sobbing uncontrollably.
He want to say something to her, but knew that words would do no good. He wanted to do anything to take away the pain. But all he could do was to be there for her.
Then he tought of something. Singing might help her to get at least a little bit more calmer. He also knew the perfect song. He softly began to sing, but loud enough for her to hear.
Everybody´s looking for that something.
One thing that makes it all complete.
You find it in the strangest places.
Places you never knew it could be.
Some find it in the face of their children, some find it in their lovers eyes.
Who can deny the joy it brings, when you find that special thing.
You are flying without wings.
Some find it sharing every morning, some in their solitary lives.
You will find it in the world of others, a simple line that make you laugh or cry.
You will find it in the deepest friendship, the kind you cherish all your life.
And when you know how much that means, you have found that special thing.
You are flying without wings.
So impossible as it may seem.
You have got to fight for every dream.
Cause who is to know the ones you let go, would have made you complete.
Well for me that is waking up beside you, to watch the sunrise on your face.
To know that I can say I love you, in any given time or place.
It is little things that only I know, those are the things that make you mine.
And it is like flying without wings.
Cause you are my special thing, I am flying without wings.
And you are the place where my life begins, and you will be where it ends.
I am flying without wings.
And that is the joy you bring, I am flying without wings.
When he felt silent again, he noticed Joyce was crying silently now. Her hand was resting on his and while kissing her forehead he said. "Ai Meleth, the things we go trough or do for our loved ones."
He felt tears stung at his eyes, but knew that no matter how hard it would be they would make it as long as they would be there for each other.
He then tightened his grip around her and felt Joyce buried her face in his shoulder again as another memory reached the surface. Resting his head on top of her, they continued to sat like that trough out the night.
Hope you liked it. Please review.