Hi guys. Sorry I was gone so long, but I'm really sick and have just been sleeping as much as I can, and when I get up, my mom wants me to do schoolwork. That leaves me only the few minutes a day when I actually have free time that I'm willing to spend on something other than sleep. Sorry again for the wait, and I hope it was worth it.
*****
Legolas was dragged through the town, leaving a trail of blood behind him. He had neither the strength, nor the motivation to stand, and so he didn't bother. Miral and Finlash were not gentle in the slightest, as they were angered that he had killed two of their own.
When they came to a small stone structure that didn't seem like it had much of a purpose, Legolas frowned. They stopped in front of it. Why would they be taking him here? It stood a little over 3 feet high, and 2 and a half feet wide. A box, really. When Miral opened the front catch that Legolas couldn't really see, and opened it, it proved to be pretty much that. There was nothing in it except air, and judging by the size, there couldn't really be much of that.
Legolas frowned, but didn't have much time to think about the purpose of the box as Finlash shoved him into the box, making Legolas have to curl in on himself to fit. The door of the box was closed quickly behind him, making to place pitch black. Legolas swallowed as he realized the purposes of the box. He was not claustrophobic, but sitting in this small place, trapped inside, he suddenly felt trapped, and his breathing quickened.
His fingers felt along the stone, trying to find the place where it opened. He felt the slight crack, but no air came through it, and no amount of pushing could get it to open. He could feel his fear rising, and quickly tamped it down. He could not lose control, or the results would be catastrophic. He had to remain strong for when he returned to Luminal.
If he returned to Luminal!! He suddenly considered the possibility that they would not let him go to her as a punishment for his actions. He didn't think Luminal's soul could survive the fear and pain without him there to comfort her.
Legolas shook that thought of. It would do him no good to worry himself sick when there was nothing he could do about it at the moment. He tried to distract himself, but the stone pressing in on him on all sides made it difficult. He idly tapped his fingers on his knees, which were pulled up against him. His eyes flitted around, even though he could see nothing. He wondered how long his punishment was going to last.
He knew not how long he sat, but it did not seem to matter. All that mattered was how long it would be till he could get out. He noticed that the small space was starting to get hot, and squirmed uncomfortably against the stone at his back.
*****
Luminal was thrown to the ground where she had been before, and she moaned softly in pain. "Gwathor…..Las…where are you?" She whimpered in a half-aware state, shifting slightly as pain went through her.
From a small distance away, Verald watched the elf girl, and bit his lip. How could his father be so mean to these elves? All his life he had been taught that elves were horrible, disgusting creatures that would sooner kill you than pass you on the street. However, after getting to know these two, no matter how short the time was that they had spent together, he did not see anything of what his father had described. They were the nicest beings he had ever met…next to one, that was.
At that thought, Verald perked visibly. She could help them! She always took care of him when he was sick, he was sure that she would help them too. He thought he remembered her saying that she liked elves, as a matter of fact. If only his father did not find out…he would have to risk it. Taking one last lok at that delusional elf on the ground, he turned and ran off.
*****
Legolas panted softly, trying to get enough air in to sustain himself. The air around him was burning hot, stifling even. It made breathing all the more difficult, and the more he breathed, the more stuffy the air became. How long were they going to leave him?
Desperately, he beat his fists against the stone, even though it burnt and tore his hands. He did n ot know that the reason he was so hot was because the small cell he had been imprisoned in had been designed for that very purpose. It was not truly stone, but instead made of a material the Turs had discovered underneath their town. One of the reason they liked it so much was because it collected heat. They used it for cooking and for…other purposes, this being one of them.
"Hey!" Legolas yelled, beating harder. "Anyone!" He cried. He knew they probably wouldn't let him out no matter what, but he felt sure he would die soon if they did not release him.
There was no answer, and his strength was fast leaving him. He leaned his head back against the wall behind him, trying to slow his breathing. Time went by, but he barely noticed, just trying to concentrate on continuing to breathe as the air around him and his clothing grew even hotter.
Trying to pass the time, he imagined what he would do to his captors when he was released. This, though it provided much amusement, only kept him occupied for so long. After that, he resorted to counting the seconds as they passed. The he brought forth memories of home, of his mother, his father, his brother…and of little Luma, before she had been hurt. He pushed away the urge to cry.
Legolas pressed his forehead to his legs. If he moved in any direction, he hit a wall. He could not even lift his head completely. The air was hot and stuffy around him, and he had trouble breathing, but tried to control his initial fear of that fact.
How long had he been in here? An hour? 3 hours? A day? Two days? He had no idea. His sense of time was completely distorted. He had not been fed since he had been placed in the little cupboard, and his stomach growled at him angrily as if it was his fault. He sighed and rubbed it absently with a hand.
He looked up as much as he could, not that it did any good, as he still could not see. He lifted a hand and pressed it against the place that he knew opened to the rest of the world, or at least, it had at some point. What if it had sealed? What if he never got out? He felt his breath quicken in terror, and quickly slowed his breathing.
His hands trembled as they pressed against the stone. Dare he try again? Last time he had gotten no response. How long ago was that? He had no idea. The worst they could do was beat him, and at least, in order to do that, they would have to take him out! He banged a bleeding fist against the stone. "Please, please, let me out!! Someone…anyone…please…" He called pitifully, but he had not the enrgy to do anything more. There was no response, and so, finally, he gave up.
It felt as though he drifted out of unconsciousness, but to be honest, he couldn't really tell. All he knew was that the next thing he was aware of was his prison being opened, and moonlight coming in. A man's face appeared. "Are you repentant?" He asked with a sneer, and Legolas, unable to speak, nodded his head, anything to get out of that place. The man moved out of the way, and Legolas crawled out, collapsing and breathing gratefully.
The man laughed loudly, and dimly, Legolas realized that it was Revnhal. A foot nudged his ribs. "Get up." Revenhal ordered.
Legolas slowly turned his head to look at the Tur. Could he be serious? He could barely breathe correctly yet, and his muscles were all clenched because of being cramped in that small space so long. How could he even hope to get up? He tried to push himself up using his hands, but just could not find the energy, and collapsed.
The next thing he knew, something cold and wet was assaulting his senses. He sputtered and looked up to see Revenhal pouring a bucket of water on him. Legolas let his head fall back down, and dimly noticed that water had fallen into one of his hands that was facing palm upwards. Slowly, he dragged his head towards it, suddenly realizing how thirsty he was. He let his head fall into his palm and softly sucked the water between his lips, letting it wet his parched throat. As he finished, he suddenly could hear that the laughter had increased.
Hands wrapped around his arms and jerked him to his feet to stare straight into Revenhal's face. "Thirsty?" The man snickered, and Legolas was angry with himself as he realized he had shown weakness. He lifted his chin and stared defiantly at the human, who just laughed. "Return him to his sister." He ordered to the men holding Legolas. Then he thrust his face close to Legolas and sneered. "Though I doubt she'll recognize you." Legolas felt his face turn slightly red as blood rushed up into it, and he spat in the Tur's face.
Revenhal growled and struck Legolas hard across the face. "You will learn your place, sooner or later!" He growled.
"Ab." *Later.* Legolas spat back at him, but Revenhal made no reply other than a glare, and Legolas was dragged away.
*****
Legolas almost wept when he saw his sister, half delirious, lying on her side and moaning incoherent words. Legolas was dropped brutally, and his left ankle was tied with a length of rope to a post beside the house. He wondered why he was being allowed more freedom, but pushed that thought away as he watched the men leave, then pulled himself over to his sister. "Luma, Luma…" He said softly, stroking her hair and gently turning her towards him.
Luminal made no response excepting moaning and thrashing slightly, obviously in some fever-induced nightmare. No amount of comfort that Legolas could provide brought her out of it. Legolas laid down next to her, wrapping an arm around her waist protectively and wearily laying his head down, right next to her hair, which he fondled in his other hand.
Legolas lifted his head as he heard a sound, and saw a strange sight. A small being, perhaps a little over 3 feet, was coming over, trying to blend into shadows. Following it was another figure, this one closer to 4 and a half feet, and it was right behind the other.
Legolas frowned as they came into view, revealing Verald and…a hobbit?!! His tired mind could not process the thought. What would a hobbit be doing here?!!
Verald hurried over and kneeled down next to Legolas. "Legolas?" Legolas nodded that he could hear him. "I've brought Bramblerose. She my friend, and sometimes she helps me when I'm hurt. I thought maybe she could help you." He whispered.
Legolas turned his attention to the said hobbit. She smiled softly, her eyes a very dark green underneath curly light brown hair. There was something about her that immediately made you want to trust her, and Legolas had heard many good things about hobbits, and so he let himself trust her, even in the place he was.
Verald looked around nervously. "Father will be looking for me if I don't return soon, and if he finds me and Bramblerose here…it won't be good." His gray eyes were worried. Legolas nodded his understanding, and watched Verald disappear into the shadows.
Bramblerose didn't waist any time, her hands going for his shirt to examine him, but he shook his head. "My sister." He said, nodding to the limp form in his arms. "She needs it a lot more than I do."
Bramblerose smiled sadly, and nodded, turning and gently taking Luminal from Legolas' arms to look her over. When she saw the shoulder wound, she visibly grimaced, but dug in her pocket for something Legolas couldn't see and began tending it. Luminal winced, and Legolas was glad she was not conscious.
He looked up to the pretty young hobbit. "Bramblerose?" He asked, and she looked over quickly and nodded that she's heard him before returning to her work. "How did you end up here, of all places?" He couldn't help asking. "Most hobbits do not even leave the Shire, as far as I have heard!"
Bramblerose nodded slightly without looking up. "You've heard right." She replied softly, her voice having an almost musical tinkle to it, and a very soothing quality. "We don't. A man was wandering around the borders of the Shire, and seemed strange, but no one knew any reason we should not trust him, as we often see Rangers wondering that area." She smiled and sort of shrugged at him. "Guess we should have been more careful. To make a long story short, I wandered out into the wood while still a very young hobbit, and he kidnapped me, and brought me back here."
Legolas felt his brows knit together. "How long have you been here?" He wondered out loud.
Bramblerose seemed to be thinking. "Long before Master Verald was born." She said. "I was the one who helped deliver him." She was obviously proud of that. "Not quite…20 years?" She finished.
Legolas felt his jaw drop. "I'm surprised you're still alive, after all that time here!"
Bramblerose blushed slightly. "I learned how to keep my mouth shut and do what I'm told, if you don't mind my saying so sir." She said softly, dropping her gaze.
Legolas nodded, accepting that answer. "Master Verald?" He questioned suddenly.
Bramblerose nodded. "I was caught by his father, and have served his family ever since. Master Verald's mother is too afraid of his stepfather to do anything, and so stays cooped up most of the time. I've been the one to raise him, you might say." She said, doing something, and Luminal's wound began leaking fluid. "That'll let some of the infection out." She whispered, almost to herself, and put something in the wound. Luminal hissed and arched up, but Bramblerose held her down, turning out to be surprisingly strong.
Legolas watched with wide eyes. "Where did you learn that?" He asked.
Bramblerose didn't answer for a moment. "Master Verald is a young boy, and gets into scrapes often enough. I take care of him." She spoke softly, not lifting her eyes.
Legolas frowned. "You don't learn to treat wounds like that from 'scrapes'!" He insisted.
Bramblerose seemed nervous. "When…when the Master beats on poor Master Verald, I heal him then to…" She whispered, looking as if she dreaded speaking the words aloud. She gently covered Luminal's wound with a cloth and tied it shut before pulling the shoulder of her dress back over it and standing. "You sure you'll be all right?" She asked Legolas.
Legolas nodded. His elven healing was fast at work, and he felt better already. Relatively that is, but he didn't want Bramblerose to be found. She smiled again, and nodded back. "All right. I've got to hurry back before the Master notices I'm gone." With that, she stole of the way she had come.
Legolas lay for a moment, watching her go, and then slowly returned to his sister's side, laying down next to her once again. He sighed, and slowly began singing.
"Bain Anor ned nin gur
Sila thy calad am nin ad
Tegi an calad nin thy lend silanc
Dram crom i death gwatho thy enedh
Meleth ned nin cuil
Can al eden nir
Im innas gar thou godref i daw
Im innas athra crom thy achas
Lathron i nella ned i daw, na al gosta
Minuial innas teli er anann eden a thy faer innas revia
Gul tau im meleth thou a innas al te thou goanna
Idh, hen ned gilgalad, a na presto al eden."
His voice trailed off into the night, drifting up towards the stars where he yearned to run to, to leave the horrible Turs behind. Slowly, he drifted off to sleep.
*****
First of all, here is a translation for the song Legolas sang, and it is my own.
"Beautiful sun of my heart
Shine your light upon me once more
Show me your sweet smile
Remove the darkness tainting your core
Love of my life
Cry no more tears
I will hold you through the night
I will drive away your fears
Hear the sound of the night, but be not afraid
Dawn will come once more and your spirit will soar
Know that I love you and will never let you go
Sleep, child of starlight, and worry no more."
Next, I have a question. I have never put songs in my fics, songs at the beginning I mean, by other people that apply to the fic. However, I have been wanting to, but I am never able to find one that fits, or so it seems. I think I have found one for this, though. Let me know what you think, Ok? Tell me if you think it fits, and if you don't, or you know of one better, I am open to suggestions, so please tell me!!
"I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by al my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
Cause you're presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just to real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you screamed I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me
You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
But nor I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just to real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you screamed I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
And though you're still with me
I've been alone all along
- My Immortal, Evan Escence"
I OWN NO RIGHTS TO THIS SONG! :D Did I make my point, do you think?
Well, reviews are always welcome! You guys are really great about that, though, don't know why I even mention it. See you next time! *If I live! :P*
*****
Legolas was dragged through the town, leaving a trail of blood behind him. He had neither the strength, nor the motivation to stand, and so he didn't bother. Miral and Finlash were not gentle in the slightest, as they were angered that he had killed two of their own.
When they came to a small stone structure that didn't seem like it had much of a purpose, Legolas frowned. They stopped in front of it. Why would they be taking him here? It stood a little over 3 feet high, and 2 and a half feet wide. A box, really. When Miral opened the front catch that Legolas couldn't really see, and opened it, it proved to be pretty much that. There was nothing in it except air, and judging by the size, there couldn't really be much of that.
Legolas frowned, but didn't have much time to think about the purpose of the box as Finlash shoved him into the box, making Legolas have to curl in on himself to fit. The door of the box was closed quickly behind him, making to place pitch black. Legolas swallowed as he realized the purposes of the box. He was not claustrophobic, but sitting in this small place, trapped inside, he suddenly felt trapped, and his breathing quickened.
His fingers felt along the stone, trying to find the place where it opened. He felt the slight crack, but no air came through it, and no amount of pushing could get it to open. He could feel his fear rising, and quickly tamped it down. He could not lose control, or the results would be catastrophic. He had to remain strong for when he returned to Luminal.
If he returned to Luminal!! He suddenly considered the possibility that they would not let him go to her as a punishment for his actions. He didn't think Luminal's soul could survive the fear and pain without him there to comfort her.
Legolas shook that thought of. It would do him no good to worry himself sick when there was nothing he could do about it at the moment. He tried to distract himself, but the stone pressing in on him on all sides made it difficult. He idly tapped his fingers on his knees, which were pulled up against him. His eyes flitted around, even though he could see nothing. He wondered how long his punishment was going to last.
He knew not how long he sat, but it did not seem to matter. All that mattered was how long it would be till he could get out. He noticed that the small space was starting to get hot, and squirmed uncomfortably against the stone at his back.
*****
Luminal was thrown to the ground where she had been before, and she moaned softly in pain. "Gwathor…..Las…where are you?" She whimpered in a half-aware state, shifting slightly as pain went through her.
From a small distance away, Verald watched the elf girl, and bit his lip. How could his father be so mean to these elves? All his life he had been taught that elves were horrible, disgusting creatures that would sooner kill you than pass you on the street. However, after getting to know these two, no matter how short the time was that they had spent together, he did not see anything of what his father had described. They were the nicest beings he had ever met…next to one, that was.
At that thought, Verald perked visibly. She could help them! She always took care of him when he was sick, he was sure that she would help them too. He thought he remembered her saying that she liked elves, as a matter of fact. If only his father did not find out…he would have to risk it. Taking one last lok at that delusional elf on the ground, he turned and ran off.
*****
Legolas panted softly, trying to get enough air in to sustain himself. The air around him was burning hot, stifling even. It made breathing all the more difficult, and the more he breathed, the more stuffy the air became. How long were they going to leave him?
Desperately, he beat his fists against the stone, even though it burnt and tore his hands. He did n ot know that the reason he was so hot was because the small cell he had been imprisoned in had been designed for that very purpose. It was not truly stone, but instead made of a material the Turs had discovered underneath their town. One of the reason they liked it so much was because it collected heat. They used it for cooking and for…other purposes, this being one of them.
"Hey!" Legolas yelled, beating harder. "Anyone!" He cried. He knew they probably wouldn't let him out no matter what, but he felt sure he would die soon if they did not release him.
There was no answer, and his strength was fast leaving him. He leaned his head back against the wall behind him, trying to slow his breathing. Time went by, but he barely noticed, just trying to concentrate on continuing to breathe as the air around him and his clothing grew even hotter.
Trying to pass the time, he imagined what he would do to his captors when he was released. This, though it provided much amusement, only kept him occupied for so long. After that, he resorted to counting the seconds as they passed. The he brought forth memories of home, of his mother, his father, his brother…and of little Luma, before she had been hurt. He pushed away the urge to cry.
Legolas pressed his forehead to his legs. If he moved in any direction, he hit a wall. He could not even lift his head completely. The air was hot and stuffy around him, and he had trouble breathing, but tried to control his initial fear of that fact.
How long had he been in here? An hour? 3 hours? A day? Two days? He had no idea. His sense of time was completely distorted. He had not been fed since he had been placed in the little cupboard, and his stomach growled at him angrily as if it was his fault. He sighed and rubbed it absently with a hand.
He looked up as much as he could, not that it did any good, as he still could not see. He lifted a hand and pressed it against the place that he knew opened to the rest of the world, or at least, it had at some point. What if it had sealed? What if he never got out? He felt his breath quicken in terror, and quickly slowed his breathing.
His hands trembled as they pressed against the stone. Dare he try again? Last time he had gotten no response. How long ago was that? He had no idea. The worst they could do was beat him, and at least, in order to do that, they would have to take him out! He banged a bleeding fist against the stone. "Please, please, let me out!! Someone…anyone…please…" He called pitifully, but he had not the enrgy to do anything more. There was no response, and so, finally, he gave up.
It felt as though he drifted out of unconsciousness, but to be honest, he couldn't really tell. All he knew was that the next thing he was aware of was his prison being opened, and moonlight coming in. A man's face appeared. "Are you repentant?" He asked with a sneer, and Legolas, unable to speak, nodded his head, anything to get out of that place. The man moved out of the way, and Legolas crawled out, collapsing and breathing gratefully.
The man laughed loudly, and dimly, Legolas realized that it was Revnhal. A foot nudged his ribs. "Get up." Revenhal ordered.
Legolas slowly turned his head to look at the Tur. Could he be serious? He could barely breathe correctly yet, and his muscles were all clenched because of being cramped in that small space so long. How could he even hope to get up? He tried to push himself up using his hands, but just could not find the energy, and collapsed.
The next thing he knew, something cold and wet was assaulting his senses. He sputtered and looked up to see Revenhal pouring a bucket of water on him. Legolas let his head fall back down, and dimly noticed that water had fallen into one of his hands that was facing palm upwards. Slowly, he dragged his head towards it, suddenly realizing how thirsty he was. He let his head fall into his palm and softly sucked the water between his lips, letting it wet his parched throat. As he finished, he suddenly could hear that the laughter had increased.
Hands wrapped around his arms and jerked him to his feet to stare straight into Revenhal's face. "Thirsty?" The man snickered, and Legolas was angry with himself as he realized he had shown weakness. He lifted his chin and stared defiantly at the human, who just laughed. "Return him to his sister." He ordered to the men holding Legolas. Then he thrust his face close to Legolas and sneered. "Though I doubt she'll recognize you." Legolas felt his face turn slightly red as blood rushed up into it, and he spat in the Tur's face.
Revenhal growled and struck Legolas hard across the face. "You will learn your place, sooner or later!" He growled.
"Ab." *Later.* Legolas spat back at him, but Revenhal made no reply other than a glare, and Legolas was dragged away.
*****
Legolas almost wept when he saw his sister, half delirious, lying on her side and moaning incoherent words. Legolas was dropped brutally, and his left ankle was tied with a length of rope to a post beside the house. He wondered why he was being allowed more freedom, but pushed that thought away as he watched the men leave, then pulled himself over to his sister. "Luma, Luma…" He said softly, stroking her hair and gently turning her towards him.
Luminal made no response excepting moaning and thrashing slightly, obviously in some fever-induced nightmare. No amount of comfort that Legolas could provide brought her out of it. Legolas laid down next to her, wrapping an arm around her waist protectively and wearily laying his head down, right next to her hair, which he fondled in his other hand.
Legolas lifted his head as he heard a sound, and saw a strange sight. A small being, perhaps a little over 3 feet, was coming over, trying to blend into shadows. Following it was another figure, this one closer to 4 and a half feet, and it was right behind the other.
Legolas frowned as they came into view, revealing Verald and…a hobbit?!! His tired mind could not process the thought. What would a hobbit be doing here?!!
Verald hurried over and kneeled down next to Legolas. "Legolas?" Legolas nodded that he could hear him. "I've brought Bramblerose. She my friend, and sometimes she helps me when I'm hurt. I thought maybe she could help you." He whispered.
Legolas turned his attention to the said hobbit. She smiled softly, her eyes a very dark green underneath curly light brown hair. There was something about her that immediately made you want to trust her, and Legolas had heard many good things about hobbits, and so he let himself trust her, even in the place he was.
Verald looked around nervously. "Father will be looking for me if I don't return soon, and if he finds me and Bramblerose here…it won't be good." His gray eyes were worried. Legolas nodded his understanding, and watched Verald disappear into the shadows.
Bramblerose didn't waist any time, her hands going for his shirt to examine him, but he shook his head. "My sister." He said, nodding to the limp form in his arms. "She needs it a lot more than I do."
Bramblerose smiled sadly, and nodded, turning and gently taking Luminal from Legolas' arms to look her over. When she saw the shoulder wound, she visibly grimaced, but dug in her pocket for something Legolas couldn't see and began tending it. Luminal winced, and Legolas was glad she was not conscious.
He looked up to the pretty young hobbit. "Bramblerose?" He asked, and she looked over quickly and nodded that she's heard him before returning to her work. "How did you end up here, of all places?" He couldn't help asking. "Most hobbits do not even leave the Shire, as far as I have heard!"
Bramblerose nodded slightly without looking up. "You've heard right." She replied softly, her voice having an almost musical tinkle to it, and a very soothing quality. "We don't. A man was wandering around the borders of the Shire, and seemed strange, but no one knew any reason we should not trust him, as we often see Rangers wondering that area." She smiled and sort of shrugged at him. "Guess we should have been more careful. To make a long story short, I wandered out into the wood while still a very young hobbit, and he kidnapped me, and brought me back here."
Legolas felt his brows knit together. "How long have you been here?" He wondered out loud.
Bramblerose seemed to be thinking. "Long before Master Verald was born." She said. "I was the one who helped deliver him." She was obviously proud of that. "Not quite…20 years?" She finished.
Legolas felt his jaw drop. "I'm surprised you're still alive, after all that time here!"
Bramblerose blushed slightly. "I learned how to keep my mouth shut and do what I'm told, if you don't mind my saying so sir." She said softly, dropping her gaze.
Legolas nodded, accepting that answer. "Master Verald?" He questioned suddenly.
Bramblerose nodded. "I was caught by his father, and have served his family ever since. Master Verald's mother is too afraid of his stepfather to do anything, and so stays cooped up most of the time. I've been the one to raise him, you might say." She said, doing something, and Luminal's wound began leaking fluid. "That'll let some of the infection out." She whispered, almost to herself, and put something in the wound. Luminal hissed and arched up, but Bramblerose held her down, turning out to be surprisingly strong.
Legolas watched with wide eyes. "Where did you learn that?" He asked.
Bramblerose didn't answer for a moment. "Master Verald is a young boy, and gets into scrapes often enough. I take care of him." She spoke softly, not lifting her eyes.
Legolas frowned. "You don't learn to treat wounds like that from 'scrapes'!" He insisted.
Bramblerose seemed nervous. "When…when the Master beats on poor Master Verald, I heal him then to…" She whispered, looking as if she dreaded speaking the words aloud. She gently covered Luminal's wound with a cloth and tied it shut before pulling the shoulder of her dress back over it and standing. "You sure you'll be all right?" She asked Legolas.
Legolas nodded. His elven healing was fast at work, and he felt better already. Relatively that is, but he didn't want Bramblerose to be found. She smiled again, and nodded back. "All right. I've got to hurry back before the Master notices I'm gone." With that, she stole of the way she had come.
Legolas lay for a moment, watching her go, and then slowly returned to his sister's side, laying down next to her once again. He sighed, and slowly began singing.
"Bain Anor ned nin gur
Sila thy calad am nin ad
Tegi an calad nin thy lend silanc
Dram crom i death gwatho thy enedh
Meleth ned nin cuil
Can al eden nir
Im innas gar thou godref i daw
Im innas athra crom thy achas
Lathron i nella ned i daw, na al gosta
Minuial innas teli er anann eden a thy faer innas revia
Gul tau im meleth thou a innas al te thou goanna
Idh, hen ned gilgalad, a na presto al eden."
His voice trailed off into the night, drifting up towards the stars where he yearned to run to, to leave the horrible Turs behind. Slowly, he drifted off to sleep.
*****
First of all, here is a translation for the song Legolas sang, and it is my own.
"Beautiful sun of my heart
Shine your light upon me once more
Show me your sweet smile
Remove the darkness tainting your core
Love of my life
Cry no more tears
I will hold you through the night
I will drive away your fears
Hear the sound of the night, but be not afraid
Dawn will come once more and your spirit will soar
Know that I love you and will never let you go
Sleep, child of starlight, and worry no more."
Next, I have a question. I have never put songs in my fics, songs at the beginning I mean, by other people that apply to the fic. However, I have been wanting to, but I am never able to find one that fits, or so it seems. I think I have found one for this, though. Let me know what you think, Ok? Tell me if you think it fits, and if you don't, or you know of one better, I am open to suggestions, so please tell me!!
"I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by al my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
Cause you're presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just to real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you screamed I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me
You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
But nor I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just to real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you screamed I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
And though you're still with me
I've been alone all along
- My Immortal, Evan Escence"
I OWN NO RIGHTS TO THIS SONG! :D Did I make my point, do you think?
Well, reviews are always welcome! You guys are really great about that, though, don't know why I even mention it. See you next time! *If I live! :P*