Ohhh, chapter four, get ready!!!
Just one warning to all those who get emotional during elf-death scenes, make sure you have tissues, hankies, or whatever because I think this one is tear jerker!
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Thranduil, kneeling, held the younger elf in his arms tightly; careful of his burned side.
This was all wrong!
A father did not out live his son.
But they we're elves, they weren't suppose to die.
Yet, they were here, Legolas was bleeding and dying, and there was nothing he could do. He could only hold him, hold him and pray.
Legolas shuttered and moaned softly, his father tightened his hold on him.
The younger turned his face up to look at the older, his slivery-blue eyes pain glazed and...confused
"Ada..." He whispered.
"Shhhh. Don't talk, everything's going to be alright." He was doing all he could to control his emotion.
"Father...I-I know...please don't...I'm not afraid." Death was a novel concept to elves, but they never expected to know it.
"No!... Legolas, don't talk like that...you're going to be alright...you're going to be alright..."
Legolas smiled faintly, "N-not this time..." He gasped between his teeth as a shot of agony was sent through his system. He grimaced and Thranduil clutched him to his chest. He could feel Legolas' breath hitch, then it slowed.
Slower, and slower, Legolas' breaths came; finally he heard a barely audible whisper,
"Namaarie Ada. Amin mela lle." [Good-bye Father. I love you.]
Thranduil eased him back looking into his eyes.
Legolas' skin was deathly pale, and cold. His eyes were unclosed, he looked like he as merely sleeping, but his eyes had lost their brightness. His breathing stopped. The song of his immortal sprit; silenced.
The Elvin King let his grief out. The tears spilled out from the corners his eyes, slowly trailing down his face, collecting briefly at the base of his jaw before falling.
The fell and landed on the cold skin of the younger, turning the hot water to ice as it hit the coldness of his skin. Thranduil lifted his son's head up, kissing his pallid brow; he hugged him tightly again.
"Namaarie amin utinu." [Good-bye my son]
~*~
Legolas' vision began to fade and his fathers voice and image began to leave him in a black tunnel of pain and blurriness.
He felt himself leave from something as if being lifted up. Dizziness claimed him as he felt himself being lifted up by the invisible hands. There was a soft breeze, and cool caress to hot skin, but the pain was still bright and merciless.
"Legolas," a soft voice said, he didn't hear it, his throbbed to appallingly for him hear anything. "
"Legolas," The melodious voice said again, and someone reached out to incase the side of his face. When the slender fingers caressed his face the pain began to fade "Open your eyes my son."
Legolas knew the voice and obeyed, his vision blurred a few moments it then slowly came into focus. The image before him was slender, tall, familiar, beautiful.
"Mother." Legolas said pushing himself up and tightly embracing her, almost crying from the joy of finally being able to see her again. "Nana, I've missed you."
"And I have missed you Legolas." She said, finally being able to hold her darling again.
When he finally looked to observe where he was Legolas found that he was laying on a long cushioned sleeping bench. His mother sat on it next to him, dressed in a long snowy-white gown and her liquid gold hair free about her shoulders and arms. A white tunic replaced his tattered bloodied one.
"Where are we?" He asked, "Is this real?"
"This is a crossing," She said, "From your living world to Mandos's Halls."
"I'm dead then?" He asked, slightly confused, not understanding what it was to die even now.
"In a way, you can still go back to the living," she paused, "and you must."
"Why?" he asked, "Why can't I stay with you?"
"Your father needs you." She said, "He needs you more then I do, Legolas." There was nothing in this or any other world she would want more then to have her child with her again, but she knew that in his heart, Thranduil could not bear the loss of another one he loved.
"But I need you, let me stay." He said his teared and begged, having missed his mother so much so for so long, he couldn't bear to lose her again.
"Who would be left for your father? He I died you two were there to comfort each other. If you stay who will be there for him?" She said.
"I dont want to lose you again" He said, the tears finally slipped from the corners of his eyes.
His mother put her soft white hand to her son's face again," You haven't lost me," She said tenderly "And you never will. I am with you, just as I have always been."
Legolas closed his eyes and inhaled deeply," How do I go back?" He asked finally.
Gently she lowered him back onto the pillows, and brushing a few stray locks of golden hair, identical to hers, out of his face she sang in a warm, soft, delicate voice.
Legolas new the lullaby, she had sung it to him when he was very young and afraid of the dark.
"Seere amin melyanna, nalla n'uma an, kaima sii', I' dome altas ser,
Earendil tiri, elle er, Kaima seere, sii', I' amrun anar kalina I' menel"
Legolas relaxed as the song came to its last verses' and he felt the gentle caress of sleep begin to take him. The meanings flooded memories back to him.
' "Hush, my darling, cry no longer,
Sleep now, the night grows fonder,
Earendil shines, little one
Sleep tranquil, now
the mornings sun lights the skis" '
"Kaima amin melyanna Ar' I' dome n'uma an gorga, Amin yatta yessen ile imya I' dome Ar' I' huine tathar rato raama."
' "Sleep my dear
and the night no longer fear,
I am with you through the night
and the darkness will soon fly" '
She looked at her son and bent down and softly kissed his forehead,
"Goodnight my little Greenleaf." She whispered softly.
Oh God! That chapter sucks!!!!!!!!
Ohh a note on my translation, I had to type each and every individual word into a word search and sometimes I had to improvise on some of them so their not perfect!
But this chapter sucks anyway!!
Chow!
Just one warning to all those who get emotional during elf-death scenes, make sure you have tissues, hankies, or whatever because I think this one is tear jerker!
~*~
Thranduil, kneeling, held the younger elf in his arms tightly; careful of his burned side.
This was all wrong!
A father did not out live his son.
But they we're elves, they weren't suppose to die.
Yet, they were here, Legolas was bleeding and dying, and there was nothing he could do. He could only hold him, hold him and pray.
Legolas shuttered and moaned softly, his father tightened his hold on him.
The younger turned his face up to look at the older, his slivery-blue eyes pain glazed and...confused
"Ada..." He whispered.
"Shhhh. Don't talk, everything's going to be alright." He was doing all he could to control his emotion.
"Father...I-I know...please don't...I'm not afraid." Death was a novel concept to elves, but they never expected to know it.
"No!... Legolas, don't talk like that...you're going to be alright...you're going to be alright..."
Legolas smiled faintly, "N-not this time..." He gasped between his teeth as a shot of agony was sent through his system. He grimaced and Thranduil clutched him to his chest. He could feel Legolas' breath hitch, then it slowed.
Slower, and slower, Legolas' breaths came; finally he heard a barely audible whisper,
"Namaarie Ada. Amin mela lle." [Good-bye Father. I love you.]
Thranduil eased him back looking into his eyes.
Legolas' skin was deathly pale, and cold. His eyes were unclosed, he looked like he as merely sleeping, but his eyes had lost their brightness. His breathing stopped. The song of his immortal sprit; silenced.
The Elvin King let his grief out. The tears spilled out from the corners his eyes, slowly trailing down his face, collecting briefly at the base of his jaw before falling.
The fell and landed on the cold skin of the younger, turning the hot water to ice as it hit the coldness of his skin. Thranduil lifted his son's head up, kissing his pallid brow; he hugged him tightly again.
"Namaarie amin utinu." [Good-bye my son]
~*~
Legolas' vision began to fade and his fathers voice and image began to leave him in a black tunnel of pain and blurriness.
He felt himself leave from something as if being lifted up. Dizziness claimed him as he felt himself being lifted up by the invisible hands. There was a soft breeze, and cool caress to hot skin, but the pain was still bright and merciless.
"Legolas," a soft voice said, he didn't hear it, his throbbed to appallingly for him hear anything. "
"Legolas," The melodious voice said again, and someone reached out to incase the side of his face. When the slender fingers caressed his face the pain began to fade "Open your eyes my son."
Legolas knew the voice and obeyed, his vision blurred a few moments it then slowly came into focus. The image before him was slender, tall, familiar, beautiful.
"Mother." Legolas said pushing himself up and tightly embracing her, almost crying from the joy of finally being able to see her again. "Nana, I've missed you."
"And I have missed you Legolas." She said, finally being able to hold her darling again.
When he finally looked to observe where he was Legolas found that he was laying on a long cushioned sleeping bench. His mother sat on it next to him, dressed in a long snowy-white gown and her liquid gold hair free about her shoulders and arms. A white tunic replaced his tattered bloodied one.
"Where are we?" He asked, "Is this real?"
"This is a crossing," She said, "From your living world to Mandos's Halls."
"I'm dead then?" He asked, slightly confused, not understanding what it was to die even now.
"In a way, you can still go back to the living," she paused, "and you must."
"Why?" he asked, "Why can't I stay with you?"
"Your father needs you." She said, "He needs you more then I do, Legolas." There was nothing in this or any other world she would want more then to have her child with her again, but she knew that in his heart, Thranduil could not bear the loss of another one he loved.
"But I need you, let me stay." He said his teared and begged, having missed his mother so much so for so long, he couldn't bear to lose her again.
"Who would be left for your father? He I died you two were there to comfort each other. If you stay who will be there for him?" She said.
"I dont want to lose you again" He said, the tears finally slipped from the corners of his eyes.
His mother put her soft white hand to her son's face again," You haven't lost me," She said tenderly "And you never will. I am with you, just as I have always been."
Legolas closed his eyes and inhaled deeply," How do I go back?" He asked finally.
Gently she lowered him back onto the pillows, and brushing a few stray locks of golden hair, identical to hers, out of his face she sang in a warm, soft, delicate voice.
Legolas new the lullaby, she had sung it to him when he was very young and afraid of the dark.
"Seere amin melyanna, nalla n'uma an, kaima sii', I' dome altas ser,
Earendil tiri, elle er, Kaima seere, sii', I' amrun anar kalina I' menel"
Legolas relaxed as the song came to its last verses' and he felt the gentle caress of sleep begin to take him. The meanings flooded memories back to him.
' "Hush, my darling, cry no longer,
Sleep now, the night grows fonder,
Earendil shines, little one
Sleep tranquil, now
the mornings sun lights the skis" '
"Kaima amin melyanna Ar' I' dome n'uma an gorga, Amin yatta yessen ile imya I' dome Ar' I' huine tathar rato raama."
' "Sleep my dear
and the night no longer fear,
I am with you through the night
and the darkness will soon fly" '
She looked at her son and bent down and softly kissed his forehead,
"Goodnight my little Greenleaf." She whispered softly.
Oh God! That chapter sucks!!!!!!!!
Ohh a note on my translation, I had to type each and every individual word into a word search and sometimes I had to improvise on some of them so their not perfect!
But this chapter sucks anyway!!
Chow!