Here's chapter 11, enjoy!!
On a text note this chapter contains dreams sequences, some any thing you see marked by these: // are a dream, anything else is the real world. This does not apply to any previous chapter though.
Chapter Eleven: Dreams
Darkness encompassed Mirkwood and Thranduil still paced his chambers, how could he had forgotten, how could he have done, such a thing? He had gone to his wife's drawing room hoping to find some trace of her to bring back happier memories. Then the next that his old memories possessed was waking up in the healer's ward with a stab wound on his shoulder, and Legolas was gone. Searching parties had gone out, but no trace was ever found of him, after a long, long time, the court and eventually Thranduil gave up hope on finding the prince.
Sitting on his bed the king let out a long sigh. His memory still was failing him, the only pieces he had been able to recover was what he had done that had made his son leave. He lay back on his bed to see if sleep would come, hopefully with luck he coax his mind into a dreamless sleep.
~*~
Up in the beech tree again, Legolas watched the stars sink back into their blue-black blanket of the heaves. He knew that sleep would find him, weather he wanted it to or not. And the nightmares would have free reign with him.
He leaned against the bark stared at the silent star spangled sky, hoping that maybe he would be granted a dreamless sleep this night.
~*~
//Darkness, a bleak darkness surrounded him with a crushing grasp. The trees of the green wood would were swaying with a gloomy melody. The Elvin king looked through the trees and found where he was. In a grove of rowan trees a brook ran through the hollow. At the base of a rose wood tree near the edge of the grove his wife's grave stood. This had been her and her family's favorite stop in the forest.
Standing near the grave was a tall figure in a snowy white gown. Her silver blue eyes were cast on the ground, her golden hair was lose around her arms save for the strands that were twisted away from her face in typical elven style.
Atarwen turned her head slightly and looked at him, her blue eyes like two pale sapphires. Every fiber of Thranduil's being wished to run to her, but he bound somehow by some invisible rope that held him tight and would not release him. All he could do was get her gaze and look on her with a desperate longing to hold her again.
Atarwen smiled and held up her arms, the king struggled against what was holding him with fury. His wife's eyes looked confused as she saw that her husband would not come to her. Slowly she somehow began to fade away.
"No!" Thranduil shouted and with one great strain he broke away and ran with all his strength to her. Folding his arms around her, he buried one hand into her soft gold hair and held on to her like he never leave this moment. //
~*~
//The forest was wide and open with the sun shining down through the leaves. The rowan grave was green and smelled of newly opened flowers. The stream's water was clear as crystal, and it sang with quite rapture. Looking to the rose wood tree, Legolas saw that his mother's grave was not there as it should be. All he saw was a elf woman standing at the tree in a white gown. Tall, familiar, beautiful.
Atarwen's arms wrapped around her son, one around his back, and her other hand was buried in his hair, she held him with a tight, protecting grasp as if not to leave this moment forever. //
~*~
// Thranduil felt some change, some object being replaced. His wife's frame had changed somehow. The hair was shorter as well has the height had changed and was now shorter as well. The hair still golden but strait like his, and not wavy as his wife's was. Although when he looked down into the face, the same silvery blue eyes greeted him. //
~*~
// The embrace had changed somehow, his mother's form was now taller, and the hair was now strait but still golden. The white gown was now dark green robes, and when he looked up, Legolas saw the face of one he had never thought or hoped to see again. //
~*~
// Thranduil was taken aback at first as he stared into the pale blue eyes that now held an image of surprised fear. His son backed away from him only a little though. The Elvin king had not seen him in such a long while that he didn't recognize him at first. He had grown tall and his stature had changed dramatically from a child to a youth that teetered on the edge of adulthood.
He knew what he had done to the younger elf, but he didn't know why. He loved his son, he did, by all the stars in heaven he did! He could never forgive himself for the betrayal that he had done to him, and he would be surprised if his son did. He reached out one of his hands and brushed a stray lock of hair out of his child's face. If only he could tell him how sorry he was! If only he knew how much he did love him. He was his son, what ever happened that night to make him forget it Thranduil thought could only have been a demon wanting to destroy them both.
"I'm sorry Legolas, I'm so sorry........." he whispered softly //
~*~
// Legolas had backed away from the older elf less then he had excepted, and didn't know why he did. Old fear had spiked through his heart when he had looked up and saw him. But he didn't look the same way he remembered. The Elf king looked like he had aged a century, though he and his mother had been gone much, much less then that. The grey eyes that had always held a aura of authority were now softer and marred by loss.
What had happened that awful night many long years ago was forever burned into his memory. The horror of watching, as his father seemed driven insane by some unknown force. The pain caused by the tearing open of his flesh and the need to defend himself lest he be stabbed to death. The pain seemed still as fresh as a bleeding wound, and it was so deep it seemed to have never gone away. He had fled from Mirkwood and nearly died, he had found friends and found that there were others like him, but no one ever knew who he was. The emptiness that plagued at his heart always threatened to crush him, he was alone, lost and had nowhere to go and on one to trust.
As his father continued to stare at him, he saw in the grey eyes a sorrow that glazed over them like a early frost. And when the older elf raised his hand and touched his face as he brush a stray lock of his hair from his face, he didn't back away. He heard a voice inside his head begging with a sorrow-laden tone.
"I'm sorry.........I'm so sorry.........." //
~*~
Bolting up from his bed, Thranduil took quick panting breaths as he tried to collect himself.
What had happened?
The rowan grove..........the stream............the rose wood tree..........his wife................his son.........
It had been a dream, but the sorrow from that nighttime aspiration still lingered in the air around him, and showed him what had been in his heart all along. But how could he ever tell the person who needed to hear it? His child that he did love more then the waking world, and that one horrid, mad night that had changed everything, he wished he could take back with all his heart.
~*~
Legolas' eyes snapped open as he came back to the waking world. Tonight he had not revisited the nightmare that had plagued him for years, his mother, his father.........what did it mean? His father's image came before him again. Not the one that he had seen in his nightmares, but the one he had just seen. Worn, tired, and sorrowful. The way he had touched his face, the way his voice sounded.
A soft breeze shook the leaves of the tree and showed the Evening Star. Eärendil was as bright as ever but something seemed to change. Bright and beautiful as it always was, but something had changed and for one fleeting moment he understood what the change was. It was only for a few seconds at most, but it had happened. Eärendil, Star of High Hope, the light radiating from the Evening Star actually burned brighter, and a soft, whispering melody slowly began to play. It lasted only a few moments before fading away, but it was a sound that Legolas had not heard in a very, very long time, and the few seconds washed some strange peace over his heart. Like the waves of healing.
TBC
See, I can be prompt when I want to be!!!
It's getting close to the end now, this fic maybe completed in a few more chapters!!!!!
On a text note this chapter contains dreams sequences, some any thing you see marked by these: // are a dream, anything else is the real world. This does not apply to any previous chapter though.
Chapter Eleven: Dreams
Darkness encompassed Mirkwood and Thranduil still paced his chambers, how could he had forgotten, how could he have done, such a thing? He had gone to his wife's drawing room hoping to find some trace of her to bring back happier memories. Then the next that his old memories possessed was waking up in the healer's ward with a stab wound on his shoulder, and Legolas was gone. Searching parties had gone out, but no trace was ever found of him, after a long, long time, the court and eventually Thranduil gave up hope on finding the prince.
Sitting on his bed the king let out a long sigh. His memory still was failing him, the only pieces he had been able to recover was what he had done that had made his son leave. He lay back on his bed to see if sleep would come, hopefully with luck he coax his mind into a dreamless sleep.
~*~
Up in the beech tree again, Legolas watched the stars sink back into their blue-black blanket of the heaves. He knew that sleep would find him, weather he wanted it to or not. And the nightmares would have free reign with him.
He leaned against the bark stared at the silent star spangled sky, hoping that maybe he would be granted a dreamless sleep this night.
~*~
//Darkness, a bleak darkness surrounded him with a crushing grasp. The trees of the green wood would were swaying with a gloomy melody. The Elvin king looked through the trees and found where he was. In a grove of rowan trees a brook ran through the hollow. At the base of a rose wood tree near the edge of the grove his wife's grave stood. This had been her and her family's favorite stop in the forest.
Standing near the grave was a tall figure in a snowy white gown. Her silver blue eyes were cast on the ground, her golden hair was lose around her arms save for the strands that were twisted away from her face in typical elven style.
Atarwen turned her head slightly and looked at him, her blue eyes like two pale sapphires. Every fiber of Thranduil's being wished to run to her, but he bound somehow by some invisible rope that held him tight and would not release him. All he could do was get her gaze and look on her with a desperate longing to hold her again.
Atarwen smiled and held up her arms, the king struggled against what was holding him with fury. His wife's eyes looked confused as she saw that her husband would not come to her. Slowly she somehow began to fade away.
"No!" Thranduil shouted and with one great strain he broke away and ran with all his strength to her. Folding his arms around her, he buried one hand into her soft gold hair and held on to her like he never leave this moment. //
~*~
//The forest was wide and open with the sun shining down through the leaves. The rowan grave was green and smelled of newly opened flowers. The stream's water was clear as crystal, and it sang with quite rapture. Looking to the rose wood tree, Legolas saw that his mother's grave was not there as it should be. All he saw was a elf woman standing at the tree in a white gown. Tall, familiar, beautiful.
Atarwen's arms wrapped around her son, one around his back, and her other hand was buried in his hair, she held him with a tight, protecting grasp as if not to leave this moment forever. //
~*~
// Thranduil felt some change, some object being replaced. His wife's frame had changed somehow. The hair was shorter as well has the height had changed and was now shorter as well. The hair still golden but strait like his, and not wavy as his wife's was. Although when he looked down into the face, the same silvery blue eyes greeted him. //
~*~
// The embrace had changed somehow, his mother's form was now taller, and the hair was now strait but still golden. The white gown was now dark green robes, and when he looked up, Legolas saw the face of one he had never thought or hoped to see again. //
~*~
// Thranduil was taken aback at first as he stared into the pale blue eyes that now held an image of surprised fear. His son backed away from him only a little though. The Elvin king had not seen him in such a long while that he didn't recognize him at first. He had grown tall and his stature had changed dramatically from a child to a youth that teetered on the edge of adulthood.
He knew what he had done to the younger elf, but he didn't know why. He loved his son, he did, by all the stars in heaven he did! He could never forgive himself for the betrayal that he had done to him, and he would be surprised if his son did. He reached out one of his hands and brushed a stray lock of hair out of his child's face. If only he could tell him how sorry he was! If only he knew how much he did love him. He was his son, what ever happened that night to make him forget it Thranduil thought could only have been a demon wanting to destroy them both.
"I'm sorry Legolas, I'm so sorry........." he whispered softly //
~*~
// Legolas had backed away from the older elf less then he had excepted, and didn't know why he did. Old fear had spiked through his heart when he had looked up and saw him. But he didn't look the same way he remembered. The Elf king looked like he had aged a century, though he and his mother had been gone much, much less then that. The grey eyes that had always held a aura of authority were now softer and marred by loss.
What had happened that awful night many long years ago was forever burned into his memory. The horror of watching, as his father seemed driven insane by some unknown force. The pain caused by the tearing open of his flesh and the need to defend himself lest he be stabbed to death. The pain seemed still as fresh as a bleeding wound, and it was so deep it seemed to have never gone away. He had fled from Mirkwood and nearly died, he had found friends and found that there were others like him, but no one ever knew who he was. The emptiness that plagued at his heart always threatened to crush him, he was alone, lost and had nowhere to go and on one to trust.
As his father continued to stare at him, he saw in the grey eyes a sorrow that glazed over them like a early frost. And when the older elf raised his hand and touched his face as he brush a stray lock of his hair from his face, he didn't back away. He heard a voice inside his head begging with a sorrow-laden tone.
"I'm sorry.........I'm so sorry.........." //
~*~
Bolting up from his bed, Thranduil took quick panting breaths as he tried to collect himself.
What had happened?
The rowan grove..........the stream............the rose wood tree..........his wife................his son.........
It had been a dream, but the sorrow from that nighttime aspiration still lingered in the air around him, and showed him what had been in his heart all along. But how could he ever tell the person who needed to hear it? His child that he did love more then the waking world, and that one horrid, mad night that had changed everything, he wished he could take back with all his heart.
~*~
Legolas' eyes snapped open as he came back to the waking world. Tonight he had not revisited the nightmare that had plagued him for years, his mother, his father.........what did it mean? His father's image came before him again. Not the one that he had seen in his nightmares, but the one he had just seen. Worn, tired, and sorrowful. The way he had touched his face, the way his voice sounded.
A soft breeze shook the leaves of the tree and showed the Evening Star. Eärendil was as bright as ever but something seemed to change. Bright and beautiful as it always was, but something had changed and for one fleeting moment he understood what the change was. It was only for a few seconds at most, but it had happened. Eärendil, Star of High Hope, the light radiating from the Evening Star actually burned brighter, and a soft, whispering melody slowly began to play. It lasted only a few moments before fading away, but it was a sound that Legolas had not heard in a very, very long time, and the few seconds washed some strange peace over his heart. Like the waves of healing.
TBC
See, I can be prompt when I want to be!!!
It's getting close to the end now, this fic maybe completed in a few more chapters!!!!!