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Chapter Five
"I woke up early around 4 a.m. with the moon shining as bright as headlights on the interstate. I pulled the covers over my head and tried to catch some sleep. But thoughts of us kept keeping me awake. Ever since you found yourself in someone else's arms, I've been tryin' my best to get along but that's OK, there's nothin' left to say, but...you'll think of me." –Keith Urban, "You'll Think of Me"
"Legolas?"
Legolas didn't move from his position. He was staring out into the dark wilderness, thinking silently. It had been several days since they left Rivendell, but Legolas didn't care. He wanted to put as many miles between him and Arwen as he could. But that wasn't the subject at hand.
Aragorn walked up beside the Elf. "What are you thinking, mellon?"
Legolas shook his head. "Nothing of importance, Aragorn. Nothing I wish to talk about at the moment."
Aragorn sighed and stared out into the wilderness. Legolas glanced at the man beside him. To him, Aragorn seemed wearier and more care-stricken. But why should Legolas care? Aragorn had taken everything that Legolas had. Now he had only one thing to do, and that was to protect his homeland. The last thing Legolas cared about.
"Do you plan on finding another, Legolas?" Aragorn asked.
"Why would you ask that one, Elessar?" Legolas asked stiffly.
Aragorn shrugged. "You just seem more lonely than ever. Love is the best medicine to help heal a heart."
"I'm sure it is, Aragorn. But I wouldn't have been lonely if things had turned out differently," Legolas commented.
"Why are you so stuck on that, Legolas? All you ever talk to me about is how everything would be different if only Arwen was with you. How your life was just peachy until Arwen left you. Get over it, Legolas. Nobody wants to listen to it," Aragorn exclaimed.
"Oh yeah?" Legolas turned to face Aragorn. "Try and lose somebody you love. Try losing something you'll hurt for so bad you don't think you can go on. And maybe, maybe then you'll understand me more. Don't come to talk to me until then. I've got this mission to think on, to help with. And I've got to get up in the morning. So if you'll excuse me."
Legolas turned and walked back to camp. As he came closer, he could see everybody's eyes on him. He silently cursed himself. They've probably heard every word that was said between him and Aragorn. That was not good. Legolas hadn't wanted them to hear him in his moment of weakness.
"Well, you've proven one thing, Master Elf. Elves aren't perfect as everyone's making your kind to be. But of course, my race has already known that for ages. Maybe now that you've proven your weakness people will see the truth," Gimli stated.
"Shut up, Dwarf, before you find yourself with an arrow through you," Legolas snarled.
"Careful, Legolas. We're not here to fight. You must settle your differences and move on," Gandalf advised.
"It's kind of hard nobody leaves you alone. I did not want to be on this journey. I wanted to stay home and help there. If it weren't for my father, I would probably still be there. If it weren't for the others not volunteering, I wouldn't be here. I must keep my pride and stay here. Please don't preach to me about differences, Mithrandir," Legolas said.
"I understand, Legolas. I am sorry, I shouldn't have said anything," Gandalf said.
Legolas looked at Gandalf. "You're sorry, are you? If you are sorry, then you shouldn't have said anything. Nobody should've said anything. I'm just fed up with everything. I'm going back to my watch. Good night to you."
Legolas got up and walked back into the darkness. The camp was swallowed in darkness by the time he stopped. He must have walked several miles. But Legolas didn't care. He could get back easily and just as easily defend himself if need be.
What was his problem? He never knew to do that sort of thing. Legolas had vowed to never to do that to anybody, like his father had always done. Like father, like son, as they said. Legolas growled. He had hoped to never be like this.
'But maybe you're not like your father at all, Elf,' Legolas thought. 'Maybe you're just still grieving for Arwen.'
But it was still no excuse to go off on everybody. It never was...but. But what, Legolas didn't know.
Legolas kicked the closest rock as hard as he could, then fell to the ground, crying.
"Why, Eru, why?" he said into the darkness. "What did I do to deserve this? Why don't you just answer me so my doubt and grief can be removed?"
But all Legolas got was silence. Legolas sighed. Did he really expect Eru to answer him? Legolas thought not, Eru never answered directly. He always had to give his answer through actions and words of others.
Legolas sniffed and wiped the tears that had fallen down his face off. It was no use to cry. Elves could die of grief and Legolas didn't want that just yet. It was not his time to die of grief.
Legolas stared off into the darkness. What was out there? Orcs? Other civilizations of life? Why were they here and what did they believe in? When this war starts, what side will they be on, openly or secretly? So many people and so many emotions...and Legolas was only one in the million of the world...
Legolas sighed and stood up and brushed the dirt off his hands and looked down at his clothes. They were dirty. Legolas smiled slightly. Who cared? Maybe it's time to prove to everybody that he wasn't a miss perfect keep- everything-clean Elf. But what did it matter?
Legolas started to walk back towards camp. There was a mission to be completed and it required his help, no matter what he was feeling.
Author's Note: A little short, but that's ok. I didn't like how I did the ending, but it'll do. I hope everyone continues to read this. I don't know what I'm going to do after this chapter, but hopefully I'll think of something. Happy reading to all and I know you all love reviewing.
Chapter Five
"I woke up early around 4 a.m. with the moon shining as bright as headlights on the interstate. I pulled the covers over my head and tried to catch some sleep. But thoughts of us kept keeping me awake. Ever since you found yourself in someone else's arms, I've been tryin' my best to get along but that's OK, there's nothin' left to say, but...you'll think of me." –Keith Urban, "You'll Think of Me"
"Legolas?"
Legolas didn't move from his position. He was staring out into the dark wilderness, thinking silently. It had been several days since they left Rivendell, but Legolas didn't care. He wanted to put as many miles between him and Arwen as he could. But that wasn't the subject at hand.
Aragorn walked up beside the Elf. "What are you thinking, mellon?"
Legolas shook his head. "Nothing of importance, Aragorn. Nothing I wish to talk about at the moment."
Aragorn sighed and stared out into the wilderness. Legolas glanced at the man beside him. To him, Aragorn seemed wearier and more care-stricken. But why should Legolas care? Aragorn had taken everything that Legolas had. Now he had only one thing to do, and that was to protect his homeland. The last thing Legolas cared about.
"Do you plan on finding another, Legolas?" Aragorn asked.
"Why would you ask that one, Elessar?" Legolas asked stiffly.
Aragorn shrugged. "You just seem more lonely than ever. Love is the best medicine to help heal a heart."
"I'm sure it is, Aragorn. But I wouldn't have been lonely if things had turned out differently," Legolas commented.
"Why are you so stuck on that, Legolas? All you ever talk to me about is how everything would be different if only Arwen was with you. How your life was just peachy until Arwen left you. Get over it, Legolas. Nobody wants to listen to it," Aragorn exclaimed.
"Oh yeah?" Legolas turned to face Aragorn. "Try and lose somebody you love. Try losing something you'll hurt for so bad you don't think you can go on. And maybe, maybe then you'll understand me more. Don't come to talk to me until then. I've got this mission to think on, to help with. And I've got to get up in the morning. So if you'll excuse me."
Legolas turned and walked back to camp. As he came closer, he could see everybody's eyes on him. He silently cursed himself. They've probably heard every word that was said between him and Aragorn. That was not good. Legolas hadn't wanted them to hear him in his moment of weakness.
"Well, you've proven one thing, Master Elf. Elves aren't perfect as everyone's making your kind to be. But of course, my race has already known that for ages. Maybe now that you've proven your weakness people will see the truth," Gimli stated.
"Shut up, Dwarf, before you find yourself with an arrow through you," Legolas snarled.
"Careful, Legolas. We're not here to fight. You must settle your differences and move on," Gandalf advised.
"It's kind of hard nobody leaves you alone. I did not want to be on this journey. I wanted to stay home and help there. If it weren't for my father, I would probably still be there. If it weren't for the others not volunteering, I wouldn't be here. I must keep my pride and stay here. Please don't preach to me about differences, Mithrandir," Legolas said.
"I understand, Legolas. I am sorry, I shouldn't have said anything," Gandalf said.
Legolas looked at Gandalf. "You're sorry, are you? If you are sorry, then you shouldn't have said anything. Nobody should've said anything. I'm just fed up with everything. I'm going back to my watch. Good night to you."
Legolas got up and walked back into the darkness. The camp was swallowed in darkness by the time he stopped. He must have walked several miles. But Legolas didn't care. He could get back easily and just as easily defend himself if need be.
What was his problem? He never knew to do that sort of thing. Legolas had vowed to never to do that to anybody, like his father had always done. Like father, like son, as they said. Legolas growled. He had hoped to never be like this.
'But maybe you're not like your father at all, Elf,' Legolas thought. 'Maybe you're just still grieving for Arwen.'
But it was still no excuse to go off on everybody. It never was...but. But what, Legolas didn't know.
Legolas kicked the closest rock as hard as he could, then fell to the ground, crying.
"Why, Eru, why?" he said into the darkness. "What did I do to deserve this? Why don't you just answer me so my doubt and grief can be removed?"
But all Legolas got was silence. Legolas sighed. Did he really expect Eru to answer him? Legolas thought not, Eru never answered directly. He always had to give his answer through actions and words of others.
Legolas sniffed and wiped the tears that had fallen down his face off. It was no use to cry. Elves could die of grief and Legolas didn't want that just yet. It was not his time to die of grief.
Legolas stared off into the darkness. What was out there? Orcs? Other civilizations of life? Why were they here and what did they believe in? When this war starts, what side will they be on, openly or secretly? So many people and so many emotions...and Legolas was only one in the million of the world...
Legolas sighed and stood up and brushed the dirt off his hands and looked down at his clothes. They were dirty. Legolas smiled slightly. Who cared? Maybe it's time to prove to everybody that he wasn't a miss perfect keep- everything-clean Elf. But what did it matter?
Legolas started to walk back towards camp. There was a mission to be completed and it required his help, no matter what he was feeling.
Author's Note: A little short, but that's ok. I didn't like how I did the ending, but it'll do. I hope everyone continues to read this. I don't know what I'm going to do after this chapter, but hopefully I'll think of something. Happy reading to all and I know you all love reviewing.