From the Diary of Legolas Greenleaf
Written by purplesinger
Note: All characters mentioned in this story are MINE and (c) to me, with the exception of Legolas, who belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien and his wonderful self!
Do you remember in the Fellowship of the Ring (both the book and the movie) when the gang was discussing what Galadriel had "said" to each of them? Do you remember Legolas replying with " I wish not to say it, the pain is still too near..." (Or something along those lines)? Well, his little comment is basically what inspired me to write this fan fiction. Well, that and a dream along similar lines I had involving me and... someone. * Hint: the "someone" is the really really hot actor who played Legolas * Yes, I know it's not one of the best fics out there, but I was living the emotion of the moment, and my muse was nagging me so I wrote it. If you flame me I will find you and you will regret it. If you don't like the story, say so WITHOUT flaming me or just don't read it. Thank you.
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I'd been searching for close to an hour. Erian wasn't in any of her favorite "inspiration spots." I was beginning to worry. Why couldn't I find her? I assumed she was fine, and decided she was just back at her house painting or writing. I went in without knocking, as is natural with good friends such as we were. I was all prepared to just run into her room and apologize about the fight we'd just had, and tell her that it had been stupid and that I didn't mean what I said. I wasn't prepared at all for what I saw.
Erian was out on her balcony edge, softly sobbing. My best friend in the whole of Rivendell was sitting on the 5th floor balcony railing, crying, with a knife in her hand, inches away from her heart. This couldn't all just be happening because of the fight, could it? I wasn't such a horrible friend that she'd want to kill herself, was I? She looked up at me with hurt, angry eyes and dropped the knife over the balcony edge on which she was sitting. We listened to it clatter and break as it hit the stone underfoot.
"Come one step closer and I jump." She warned, pearly elven tears falling constantly down her face, forming two large clean streaks across her face still covered in dirt and paint from the picnic we'd had not too long ago that day. Her teary eyes held anger, pain, and a grave look that clearly told me that she was serious when she said she'd jump off the ledge and kill herself if I came any closer.
"Erian, please. Tell me... what... why are you doing this?" I wanted to yell at her, scream at her, hold her close and never let go, anything to stop her from doing this. All that managed to come out through these raging emotions inside me was that stupid question. My best friend in the whole of Middle Earth, one of my only companions in Rivendell, was on the brink of suicide, and all I could manage to do was ask her why? I needed to stop her!
"All our lives, since the day we met," she sobbed, " you've told me that there's someone out there somewhere for everyone. You're wrong. There's no one there for me. You were the only person who appeared to care about me, but after today I realize that that was just another lie." Erian paused for a moment, taking a few shaky breaths. Probably, I thought, to calm herself down. She wouldn't really jump, would she? "I used to think I could make it through to the end of my days so long as someone were there beside me as my friend. You were the one I assumed would do that for me, but now I see that there is no one out there who cares if I live or die, so what's the point in me sticking around?" Again she paused, and I began to try to think of some way to stop her from jumping.
"I'm just tired of being lied to, I'm tired of being abused, and I'm bloody tired of being alone. I know that all of this has just been a lie, a game for your sick amusement. I won't take it any more. If what you said so many times is true, if everyone really does have one true love, where is he?" She'd stopped crying now, and was just plain mad. This was not going well. "If he cares so much about me, why isn't he here to save me, to take away this pain? I'm sorry if my public outspokenness has embarrassed you and held you back as you said it has. You won't have to put up with me and my faults any longer." She turned away and prepared to jump.
But I wasn't going to let her give up her life that easily.
"Erian, what if... what if you found your soul mate? Would you stay here in Rivendell, alive, with him?" She sniffed and nodded slowly, gray-green eyes half-hidden behind her long dark eyelashes. She wouldn't look at me.
"The one problem with that agreement, O intelligent one," she replied, her voice just dripping with sarcasm and her gaze defiant, "is that I'm not leaving this balcony." I cursed silently. Erian wasn't going to make this easy, was she? I hesitated to make my next comment. It was risky, but if it'd save my friend, I'd do it.
"What if...What...What if I found him for you? I know he's out there somewhere, and if you're not going to find him, well... would you stay if I found him?" Well, THAT didn't come out how I'd planned. She looked at me for a moment, confused, I suppose, at what I'd just stammered out.
"Yes," she whispered, "I suppose if you think he's the one, Legolas, then he must be. Yes, if you find him, I will stay." Excellent!
"Well, then wish me luck. I won't let you die, Erian." The first half of my plan had worked! Now all I had to do was find him. But of course, she wouldn't let it be quite so simple.
I turned to go, then stopped and looked back at her. She still sat on the balcony's edge, her silky straight auburn hair falling out of its ribbon and settling around her slumped shoulders. She truly looked miserable, and I didn't want her doing anything foolish. "Erian? Swear to me you won't jump while I'm gone." She opened her mouth to protest, but I cut her off. "Swear to me."
She sighed. "Alright. You have my word that until the next full moon, I will not jump. Nothing more. You have until the sun sets on that day to find Him. I give you my word as an elf, Legolas, that I will not jump until then." She made the mark of binding over her heart for emphasis. I nodded and left. The full moon was in nine days. I had no time to waste.
A/N: Well, that was the freakishly short Chapter one. The next freakishly short chapter will be up soon, with the ending (possibly) as well as replies to any comments this may get. I told you this was a short fanfic. Please, people, I want constructive criticism, not just "Wow, this is great keep writing" or "you suck I hope you die." Fair enough, right? Comments are VERY good to wake up to.
Written by purplesinger
Note: All characters mentioned in this story are MINE and (c) to me, with the exception of Legolas, who belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien and his wonderful self!
Do you remember in the Fellowship of the Ring (both the book and the movie) when the gang was discussing what Galadriel had "said" to each of them? Do you remember Legolas replying with " I wish not to say it, the pain is still too near..." (Or something along those lines)? Well, his little comment is basically what inspired me to write this fan fiction. Well, that and a dream along similar lines I had involving me and... someone. * Hint: the "someone" is the really really hot actor who played Legolas * Yes, I know it's not one of the best fics out there, but I was living the emotion of the moment, and my muse was nagging me so I wrote it. If you flame me I will find you and you will regret it. If you don't like the story, say so WITHOUT flaming me or just don't read it. Thank you.
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I'd been searching for close to an hour. Erian wasn't in any of her favorite "inspiration spots." I was beginning to worry. Why couldn't I find her? I assumed she was fine, and decided she was just back at her house painting or writing. I went in without knocking, as is natural with good friends such as we were. I was all prepared to just run into her room and apologize about the fight we'd just had, and tell her that it had been stupid and that I didn't mean what I said. I wasn't prepared at all for what I saw.
Erian was out on her balcony edge, softly sobbing. My best friend in the whole of Rivendell was sitting on the 5th floor balcony railing, crying, with a knife in her hand, inches away from her heart. This couldn't all just be happening because of the fight, could it? I wasn't such a horrible friend that she'd want to kill herself, was I? She looked up at me with hurt, angry eyes and dropped the knife over the balcony edge on which she was sitting. We listened to it clatter and break as it hit the stone underfoot.
"Come one step closer and I jump." She warned, pearly elven tears falling constantly down her face, forming two large clean streaks across her face still covered in dirt and paint from the picnic we'd had not too long ago that day. Her teary eyes held anger, pain, and a grave look that clearly told me that she was serious when she said she'd jump off the ledge and kill herself if I came any closer.
"Erian, please. Tell me... what... why are you doing this?" I wanted to yell at her, scream at her, hold her close and never let go, anything to stop her from doing this. All that managed to come out through these raging emotions inside me was that stupid question. My best friend in the whole of Middle Earth, one of my only companions in Rivendell, was on the brink of suicide, and all I could manage to do was ask her why? I needed to stop her!
"All our lives, since the day we met," she sobbed, " you've told me that there's someone out there somewhere for everyone. You're wrong. There's no one there for me. You were the only person who appeared to care about me, but after today I realize that that was just another lie." Erian paused for a moment, taking a few shaky breaths. Probably, I thought, to calm herself down. She wouldn't really jump, would she? "I used to think I could make it through to the end of my days so long as someone were there beside me as my friend. You were the one I assumed would do that for me, but now I see that there is no one out there who cares if I live or die, so what's the point in me sticking around?" Again she paused, and I began to try to think of some way to stop her from jumping.
"I'm just tired of being lied to, I'm tired of being abused, and I'm bloody tired of being alone. I know that all of this has just been a lie, a game for your sick amusement. I won't take it any more. If what you said so many times is true, if everyone really does have one true love, where is he?" She'd stopped crying now, and was just plain mad. This was not going well. "If he cares so much about me, why isn't he here to save me, to take away this pain? I'm sorry if my public outspokenness has embarrassed you and held you back as you said it has. You won't have to put up with me and my faults any longer." She turned away and prepared to jump.
But I wasn't going to let her give up her life that easily.
"Erian, what if... what if you found your soul mate? Would you stay here in Rivendell, alive, with him?" She sniffed and nodded slowly, gray-green eyes half-hidden behind her long dark eyelashes. She wouldn't look at me.
"The one problem with that agreement, O intelligent one," she replied, her voice just dripping with sarcasm and her gaze defiant, "is that I'm not leaving this balcony." I cursed silently. Erian wasn't going to make this easy, was she? I hesitated to make my next comment. It was risky, but if it'd save my friend, I'd do it.
"What if...What...What if I found him for you? I know he's out there somewhere, and if you're not going to find him, well... would you stay if I found him?" Well, THAT didn't come out how I'd planned. She looked at me for a moment, confused, I suppose, at what I'd just stammered out.
"Yes," she whispered, "I suppose if you think he's the one, Legolas, then he must be. Yes, if you find him, I will stay." Excellent!
"Well, then wish me luck. I won't let you die, Erian." The first half of my plan had worked! Now all I had to do was find him. But of course, she wouldn't let it be quite so simple.
I turned to go, then stopped and looked back at her. She still sat on the balcony's edge, her silky straight auburn hair falling out of its ribbon and settling around her slumped shoulders. She truly looked miserable, and I didn't want her doing anything foolish. "Erian? Swear to me you won't jump while I'm gone." She opened her mouth to protest, but I cut her off. "Swear to me."
She sighed. "Alright. You have my word that until the next full moon, I will not jump. Nothing more. You have until the sun sets on that day to find Him. I give you my word as an elf, Legolas, that I will not jump until then." She made the mark of binding over her heart for emphasis. I nodded and left. The full moon was in nine days. I had no time to waste.
A/N: Well, that was the freakishly short Chapter one. The next freakishly short chapter will be up soon, with the ending (possibly) as well as replies to any comments this may get. I told you this was a short fanfic. Please, people, I want constructive criticism, not just "Wow, this is great keep writing" or "you suck I hope you die." Fair enough, right? Comments are VERY good to wake up to.