Warning: The beginning is pretty gross, so if you're a little squeamish,
don't say I didn't warn you.
E/N: I am thoroughly pissed off. My computer crashed twice whilst I was writing this chapter. The first time auto-recover saved my work. The second time (as I was saving the finished piece) it decided to be a f***ing arse and not retrieve ANYTHING! Absolutely bugger all! So, I've had to write this all over again without a f***ing clue what I'm doing. The first one was much, MUCH better than this (Yes, Chrissie, even I liked it! I thought it was great!). This is just a bag of s**t! So I'm begging you all, please, leave me some nice reviews to cheer me up a bit. Otherwise I'll sulk and won't write for ages. Luvs Elfie xXxXx
Translations:
Uma = yes Ada = father
Chapter 34
Tarnen scouted the room for his trusty dagger. Since all was seemingly quiet both next door and out in the corridors, he had decided to go for it. They'd be long gone before anyone found the two of them and there would be no proof that he had done it. 'Ok, it'll be probably be obvious but they can't prove it. Not if I'm careful.'
He found the dagger in his boot, since that was where he had hidden it before he found Legolas. He slipped his boots on and walked to the door. He poked his head out and looked both up and down the corridor. No one. 'Let's just hope the door isn't locked now.' He sidled up to the chamber door and silently checked it. 'Result!'
He soundlessly opened the door and went in, shutting it just as quietly behind him. He looked over to the bed. The two lovers lay next to one another, a thin sheet covering them to the waist. They were pressed together in a close, possessive embrace, sleeping peacefully, blissfully unaware of their growing danger. 'Which one first? I think her since I hate her the most.' He walked round to the other side of the bed, looming over her. He lifted the blade, poised to strike.
"Sweet dreams, precious," he hissed. "See you in hell." Just as he was about to attack, he felt a brief and yet incredible amount of pressure on his wrist, making him drop the blade, and his arm was twisted in the direction it should not turn. The last thing he saw before he was blinded with agony was a flash of blonde. There was a loud snap and a pop and then his arm was released.
Tarnen could hear someone screaming. It was a long, agonising, blood- curdling scream that almost pierced every ear drum that heard it. It took him several seconds to realise that he was the person who was screaming.
He lay on the floor, cradling his arm, which was lying almost at a right angle in the opposite direction to that which it should be going. His shoulder was also no longer in it's socket.
Legolas was livid with pure fury. If he hadn't woken up when he did....... He scooped up the knife and raised it as Tarnen had.
Silva, who had been awoken by the scream, watched in horror. She wasn't exactly sure what had happened, but what she did know was if Legolas killed this man, regardless of whether it was in defense or not, he could be executed for murder. She leapt forward and grabbed his arm.
"Legolas, NO!!" she cried. He span round and snarled at her. She was shocked when she saw his eyes had clouded over and had become venomous slits of rage. She pulled back in fear. His anger radiated from him and made her feel weak and in pain. Because of their soul bond, his senses over- powered her and she fell back on the bed.
As soon as Legolas realised what he was doing to her, he expression softened to one of guilt and worry. He threw the blade to his side and as he bundled her into his arms, Thranduil and some servants came running in. Legolas covered them with the sheet.
"What the hell is happening?!" Thranduil yelled.
"I woke up and found Tarnen in here," said Legolas, keeping his head turned from his father. "He had a knife raised..... he was going to kill Silva. I've broken his arm and I think I've dislocated his shoulder." Thranduil turned sharply to the three servants.
"Get him out of here!" he bellowed. "Get him to the Healer and throw the other two in cells!" The three Elves picked up the injured man and quickly left the room. "I will not take this anymore! I warned Anris. I will feel no guilt for my actions. Legolas, I know you must stay with Silva for now, but when you are ready I would have you prepare an army of our people to march to Esgaroth by tomorrow afternoon at the latest."
"Uma, ada," Legolas said. Thranduil, though furious, wondered at why his son kept his face hidden from him.
"See me when you are ready, Legolas, we have to talk properly." Thranduil turned and left the room angrily.
Legolas' chin rested on top of Silva's as he cradled her back and forth. She too wondered why he was keeping his face turned away until she heard the hitch in his breath that told her he was weeping. She looked at him and, sure enough, many, many tears were falling down his cheeks. He turned away again.
"Legolas, what's wrong?" she asked, desperately. To see him like this told her the situation was, indeed, grave. She held him close. She tried, once again, to force her own tears not to flow. But seeing him like this was all too much.
"I could had lost you," he wept, his voice was so quiet it was barely audible. "If I hadn't woken up in time, he would have killed you."
"You did wake up in time, though!"
"Silva, if he had managed to kill you and left me alive, I would have got the knife and taken my own life." He had to stop for a moment because his body and voice were shaking too much for Silva to understand what he was saying. "I love you more than it is possible to comprehend. And to lose you would be more painful than is possible to comprehend."
"But you did lose me! And I'm never leaving you, Legolas Greenleaf! Do you hear me?! Never! You can't get rid of me that easily!" She kissed him and then wiped the tears from his face with her hands. "We're going to be together for a very, VERY long time." She leant over to the beside drawer and pulled out a handkerchief. She dried his eyes and his cheeks and kissed the tip of his nose. "I would have you rest now, for you are weary, I can feel it." He lay down next to her. "Close your eyes and listen. I will sing to you to aid your slumber. I wrote this song for us:
When the darkness of loss seems to drown you,
Adrift in an ocean of pain,
You won't be alone, I'll be with you,
I'll ease you sorrow, once again.
If the distance between us is growing,
Cry out and I'll sing back your name,
Your heart will understand I'm listening,
You'll know I am feeling the same.
I'm right by your side, I won't leave you, my love,
In the silence and cold of the night,
Just reach out your hand, I'm right by you, my love,
I am with you for all of your life.
Our hearts and our souls will entwine us now,
With you the problems I can face,
Nothing on Earth can divide us now,
For love is a life-giving grace.
We can weather anything together,
Through sun and the snow and the rain,
I've got your back, know that I love you,
From loving you I only gain.
I'm right by your side, I won't leave you, my love,
In the silence and cold of the night,
Just reach out your hand, I'm right by you, my love,
I am with you for all of your life.
Come what may, I'll take the blame,
I've got your back, I feel no shame."
As she finished the last line of her song, she looked down and knew he was asleep. She smiled and kissed his cheek, then climbed off the bed.
She retrieved the dress that was neglected during their love making and put it back on. She looked at her lover one last time and smiled as she saw him sleeping closed-eyed and peacefully.
"Fumë quel, mirë en cormamin1," she whispered and silently slipped out of the room.
She was heading for the Throne Room. She needed to see Thranduil immediately and talk to him before any major decisions were made about this battle.
"Thranduil, can I speak with you for a moment?" she called over the hustle and bustle of the room full of advisors and captains and elite soldiers. Thranduil rushed over to her and embraced her tightly.
"I'll have his head for this," he growled. "But enough of that. How are you, Silva? Did he manage to get to you again in anyway?"
"No, not as far as we are aware," she replied. "I think he just wanted us both dead."
"And what of my son? Did Tarnen do anything to him? Is he harmed?"
"No, but regarding Legolas, I have asked him to sleep. He is currently resting and I would not have him go to the battle. He is not in the right frame of mind and could fall in battle through lack of alertness."
"Why do you say that?" She dropped her voice to a hush.
"He turned his head away from you when you spoke to him because he was crying." Thranduil looked shocked. "He was absolutely distraught and had no control. He is asleep now, but I do not think that, even by tomorrow he will be mentally well enough."
"What would you have me do?"
"Send me in his place." This stunned him even more than the revelation of his distraught son.
"What? Silva, no, I couldn't-"
"Why not?"
"Well, for one you have no armour."
"And straight away you are wrong. I do, indeed, have armour, there has just never been any cause to show it."
"It is very strenuous."
"I am more than capable of fighting in battle, Thranduil, as you well know. I have fought in many battles and am more than experienced. I know you do not plan on fighting in this battle yourself."
"Yes, I bloody do! I will have my revenge for what he tried to do to you!"
"Not anymore you're not. You should stay here and defend our people that remain. Let me lead your men into battle. They will follow me, I know it. This is my battle, Thranduil. The harm was done to me and intended for me."
"I'm not sure. I would worry for your welfare every day. If I lost you...." Silva laughed.
"Like father, like son." She placed a hand on his shoulder. "Please, ada, let me go in place of Legolas and in place of you. Let me show you what I am capable of. Let me fight for my home and for my pride." Thranduil saw the determination that was set like concrete in her eyes and her heart. He sighed with resignation.
"Ok, you can go." She hugged him gratefully and kissed him (E/N: DAUGHTERLY!!! Nothing else! She loves Legolas, got that!?). "You know I think it's true what they say." She arched an eyebrow, questioningly. "You really have got me wrapped around your little finger." She laughed again.
"It's for your own good." Thranduil shook his head and turned to his men.
"Gentlemen, I have an announcement for you," he called. A silence settled. "Thank you. My son shall not be marching forth with you tomorrow, as I have been informed that circumstances prevent him from being ready." Muttering went throughout the crowd. This was fell news. Legolas was Mirkwood's finest archer, they would be seriously affected by this loss. "I also am remaining behind for I am needed to protect the rest of our realm." This disquieted the gathering even more.
"But, my lord," cried one of the young captains, "we must have a ruling person of great authority leading us, else they will not heed us."
"And so you shall," said Thranduil. The room fell silent once more. "Our fair Lady Silvawen will lead you into combat at Esgaroth. It is her battle, her revenge. I know you love her and respect her greatly. Will you accept her as your ruler during the forthcoming conflict?" The crowd cheered, and grew louder as Silva stepped forward.
"I will lead you to victory!" she cried.
**
1Sleep well, jewel of my heart
E/N: Ok, so I've gone a bit mad with the story line, but it doesn't really matter just so long as you like it, right? Er...... you do like it, don't you? Luvs Elfie xXxXx
E/N: I am thoroughly pissed off. My computer crashed twice whilst I was writing this chapter. The first time auto-recover saved my work. The second time (as I was saving the finished piece) it decided to be a f***ing arse and not retrieve ANYTHING! Absolutely bugger all! So, I've had to write this all over again without a f***ing clue what I'm doing. The first one was much, MUCH better than this (Yes, Chrissie, even I liked it! I thought it was great!). This is just a bag of s**t! So I'm begging you all, please, leave me some nice reviews to cheer me up a bit. Otherwise I'll sulk and won't write for ages. Luvs Elfie xXxXx
Translations:
Uma = yes Ada = father
Chapter 34
Tarnen scouted the room for his trusty dagger. Since all was seemingly quiet both next door and out in the corridors, he had decided to go for it. They'd be long gone before anyone found the two of them and there would be no proof that he had done it. 'Ok, it'll be probably be obvious but they can't prove it. Not if I'm careful.'
He found the dagger in his boot, since that was where he had hidden it before he found Legolas. He slipped his boots on and walked to the door. He poked his head out and looked both up and down the corridor. No one. 'Let's just hope the door isn't locked now.' He sidled up to the chamber door and silently checked it. 'Result!'
He soundlessly opened the door and went in, shutting it just as quietly behind him. He looked over to the bed. The two lovers lay next to one another, a thin sheet covering them to the waist. They were pressed together in a close, possessive embrace, sleeping peacefully, blissfully unaware of their growing danger. 'Which one first? I think her since I hate her the most.' He walked round to the other side of the bed, looming over her. He lifted the blade, poised to strike.
"Sweet dreams, precious," he hissed. "See you in hell." Just as he was about to attack, he felt a brief and yet incredible amount of pressure on his wrist, making him drop the blade, and his arm was twisted in the direction it should not turn. The last thing he saw before he was blinded with agony was a flash of blonde. There was a loud snap and a pop and then his arm was released.
Tarnen could hear someone screaming. It was a long, agonising, blood- curdling scream that almost pierced every ear drum that heard it. It took him several seconds to realise that he was the person who was screaming.
He lay on the floor, cradling his arm, which was lying almost at a right angle in the opposite direction to that which it should be going. His shoulder was also no longer in it's socket.
Legolas was livid with pure fury. If he hadn't woken up when he did....... He scooped up the knife and raised it as Tarnen had.
Silva, who had been awoken by the scream, watched in horror. She wasn't exactly sure what had happened, but what she did know was if Legolas killed this man, regardless of whether it was in defense or not, he could be executed for murder. She leapt forward and grabbed his arm.
"Legolas, NO!!" she cried. He span round and snarled at her. She was shocked when she saw his eyes had clouded over and had become venomous slits of rage. She pulled back in fear. His anger radiated from him and made her feel weak and in pain. Because of their soul bond, his senses over- powered her and she fell back on the bed.
As soon as Legolas realised what he was doing to her, he expression softened to one of guilt and worry. He threw the blade to his side and as he bundled her into his arms, Thranduil and some servants came running in. Legolas covered them with the sheet.
"What the hell is happening?!" Thranduil yelled.
"I woke up and found Tarnen in here," said Legolas, keeping his head turned from his father. "He had a knife raised..... he was going to kill Silva. I've broken his arm and I think I've dislocated his shoulder." Thranduil turned sharply to the three servants.
"Get him out of here!" he bellowed. "Get him to the Healer and throw the other two in cells!" The three Elves picked up the injured man and quickly left the room. "I will not take this anymore! I warned Anris. I will feel no guilt for my actions. Legolas, I know you must stay with Silva for now, but when you are ready I would have you prepare an army of our people to march to Esgaroth by tomorrow afternoon at the latest."
"Uma, ada," Legolas said. Thranduil, though furious, wondered at why his son kept his face hidden from him.
"See me when you are ready, Legolas, we have to talk properly." Thranduil turned and left the room angrily.
Legolas' chin rested on top of Silva's as he cradled her back and forth. She too wondered why he was keeping his face turned away until she heard the hitch in his breath that told her he was weeping. She looked at him and, sure enough, many, many tears were falling down his cheeks. He turned away again.
"Legolas, what's wrong?" she asked, desperately. To see him like this told her the situation was, indeed, grave. She held him close. She tried, once again, to force her own tears not to flow. But seeing him like this was all too much.
"I could had lost you," he wept, his voice was so quiet it was barely audible. "If I hadn't woken up in time, he would have killed you."
"You did wake up in time, though!"
"Silva, if he had managed to kill you and left me alive, I would have got the knife and taken my own life." He had to stop for a moment because his body and voice were shaking too much for Silva to understand what he was saying. "I love you more than it is possible to comprehend. And to lose you would be more painful than is possible to comprehend."
"But you did lose me! And I'm never leaving you, Legolas Greenleaf! Do you hear me?! Never! You can't get rid of me that easily!" She kissed him and then wiped the tears from his face with her hands. "We're going to be together for a very, VERY long time." She leant over to the beside drawer and pulled out a handkerchief. She dried his eyes and his cheeks and kissed the tip of his nose. "I would have you rest now, for you are weary, I can feel it." He lay down next to her. "Close your eyes and listen. I will sing to you to aid your slumber. I wrote this song for us:
When the darkness of loss seems to drown you,
Adrift in an ocean of pain,
You won't be alone, I'll be with you,
I'll ease you sorrow, once again.
If the distance between us is growing,
Cry out and I'll sing back your name,
Your heart will understand I'm listening,
You'll know I am feeling the same.
I'm right by your side, I won't leave you, my love,
In the silence and cold of the night,
Just reach out your hand, I'm right by you, my love,
I am with you for all of your life.
Our hearts and our souls will entwine us now,
With you the problems I can face,
Nothing on Earth can divide us now,
For love is a life-giving grace.
We can weather anything together,
Through sun and the snow and the rain,
I've got your back, know that I love you,
From loving you I only gain.
I'm right by your side, I won't leave you, my love,
In the silence and cold of the night,
Just reach out your hand, I'm right by you, my love,
I am with you for all of your life.
Come what may, I'll take the blame,
I've got your back, I feel no shame."
As she finished the last line of her song, she looked down and knew he was asleep. She smiled and kissed his cheek, then climbed off the bed.
She retrieved the dress that was neglected during their love making and put it back on. She looked at her lover one last time and smiled as she saw him sleeping closed-eyed and peacefully.
"Fumë quel, mirë en cormamin1," she whispered and silently slipped out of the room.
She was heading for the Throne Room. She needed to see Thranduil immediately and talk to him before any major decisions were made about this battle.
"Thranduil, can I speak with you for a moment?" she called over the hustle and bustle of the room full of advisors and captains and elite soldiers. Thranduil rushed over to her and embraced her tightly.
"I'll have his head for this," he growled. "But enough of that. How are you, Silva? Did he manage to get to you again in anyway?"
"No, not as far as we are aware," she replied. "I think he just wanted us both dead."
"And what of my son? Did Tarnen do anything to him? Is he harmed?"
"No, but regarding Legolas, I have asked him to sleep. He is currently resting and I would not have him go to the battle. He is not in the right frame of mind and could fall in battle through lack of alertness."
"Why do you say that?" She dropped her voice to a hush.
"He turned his head away from you when you spoke to him because he was crying." Thranduil looked shocked. "He was absolutely distraught and had no control. He is asleep now, but I do not think that, even by tomorrow he will be mentally well enough."
"What would you have me do?"
"Send me in his place." This stunned him even more than the revelation of his distraught son.
"What? Silva, no, I couldn't-"
"Why not?"
"Well, for one you have no armour."
"And straight away you are wrong. I do, indeed, have armour, there has just never been any cause to show it."
"It is very strenuous."
"I am more than capable of fighting in battle, Thranduil, as you well know. I have fought in many battles and am more than experienced. I know you do not plan on fighting in this battle yourself."
"Yes, I bloody do! I will have my revenge for what he tried to do to you!"
"Not anymore you're not. You should stay here and defend our people that remain. Let me lead your men into battle. They will follow me, I know it. This is my battle, Thranduil. The harm was done to me and intended for me."
"I'm not sure. I would worry for your welfare every day. If I lost you...." Silva laughed.
"Like father, like son." She placed a hand on his shoulder. "Please, ada, let me go in place of Legolas and in place of you. Let me show you what I am capable of. Let me fight for my home and for my pride." Thranduil saw the determination that was set like concrete in her eyes and her heart. He sighed with resignation.
"Ok, you can go." She hugged him gratefully and kissed him (E/N: DAUGHTERLY!!! Nothing else! She loves Legolas, got that!?). "You know I think it's true what they say." She arched an eyebrow, questioningly. "You really have got me wrapped around your little finger." She laughed again.
"It's for your own good." Thranduil shook his head and turned to his men.
"Gentlemen, I have an announcement for you," he called. A silence settled. "Thank you. My son shall not be marching forth with you tomorrow, as I have been informed that circumstances prevent him from being ready." Muttering went throughout the crowd. This was fell news. Legolas was Mirkwood's finest archer, they would be seriously affected by this loss. "I also am remaining behind for I am needed to protect the rest of our realm." This disquieted the gathering even more.
"But, my lord," cried one of the young captains, "we must have a ruling person of great authority leading us, else they will not heed us."
"And so you shall," said Thranduil. The room fell silent once more. "Our fair Lady Silvawen will lead you into combat at Esgaroth. It is her battle, her revenge. I know you love her and respect her greatly. Will you accept her as your ruler during the forthcoming conflict?" The crowd cheered, and grew louder as Silva stepped forward.
"I will lead you to victory!" she cried.
**
1Sleep well, jewel of my heart
E/N: Ok, so I've gone a bit mad with the story line, but it doesn't really matter just so long as you like it, right? Er...... you do like it, don't you? Luvs Elfie xXxXx