Disclaimer: I don't own the song. I don't own a lot at all really. Silva's
mine, but that's about it really.
Chapter 37
She was surrounded by darkness. Some of the time, she was cut off from everyone, silence deafened her, darkness blinded her. But every so often, sounds would reach her, voices, hushed and worried. She could distinguish three of the voices but sometimes there were more than that, or different ones, ones she didn't recognise. Legolas was always there though. Always talking to her. Berae the Healer was there twice a day, checking something. 'What is he checking?' she thought, but let it pass. It upset her that Thranduil was very rarely there. 'Why?'
She liked hear the snatches of Legolas' voice, floating on the air, making the heavy darkness seem a little lighter. Once she heard him singing to her. A song she remembered, she knew it, word for word. She couldn't work out how she knew it.
Never knew I could feel like this,
Like I've never seen the sky before,
Want to vanish inside your kiss,
Everyday I love you more and more.
Listen to my heart can hear it sing?
Telling me to give you everything,
Seasons may change, winter to spring,
But I love you until the end of time.
Come what may,
Come what may,
I will love you,
Until my dying day.
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place,
Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace,
Suddenly my life doesn't seem waste,
It all revolves around you.
And there's no mountain too high,
No river too wide,
Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side,
Storm clouds may gather and storms may collide,
But I love you until the end of time.
Come what may,
Come what may,
I will love you,
Until my dying day.
She had sung it to him in Lothlórien, he had taken a great liking to it. She felt gladdened that he'd remembered. He very, very rarely sung. He had a beautiful and melodic voice, as all the Eves do, though he was one of the few that made sure it was heard as little as often, never if possible. But she loved to hear him sing, it was relaxing and soothing, and very touching when he was singing something like that, their song.
There was some kind of light ahead of her. She was uncertain of it, she now accustomed to the darkness, the light scared her. She didn't know what to expect of it. But she was curious. She approached it slowly, sounds reached her ears, growing louder as she got nearer, they were harsh, angry voices. They worried her but she carried on, still she was curious. She was getting closer, the voices became louder, words could be distinguished.
"...don't call me your son."
"...I know you're angry..."
"...power to stop her...."
"...hating me?"
"...priorities wrong..."
"...she'll live..."
"...lying unconscious...." Another voice entered, all the voices became quiet and fused as one, she couldn't discern them. They became hushed again and well spaced.
She had almost reached the light. It was becoming bright, intensely bright, she had to shelter her eyes. She kept trying to open them to see what was ahead of her, what would be illuminated, but it was too bright. She kept trying to open her eyes, but it was just too bright. Her eyes were fluttering open and closed. She turned her face away from the blinding light.
There was faint pressure on her left hand. Legolas was talking animatedly, he sounded panicky. Or was he excited? She couldn't tell, she couldn't hear his words, it was just his voice was just sounding in her ears.
No, no, she didn't want this. It was too much. She didn't want the light. Not ever. She wanted the blackness. Always. She turned completely away from the light and ran from it. She was running deeper and deeper into it. The pitch black surrounding her seemed to deepen, impossibly so.
And then everything stopped.
Chapter 37
She was surrounded by darkness. Some of the time, she was cut off from everyone, silence deafened her, darkness blinded her. But every so often, sounds would reach her, voices, hushed and worried. She could distinguish three of the voices but sometimes there were more than that, or different ones, ones she didn't recognise. Legolas was always there though. Always talking to her. Berae the Healer was there twice a day, checking something. 'What is he checking?' she thought, but let it pass. It upset her that Thranduil was very rarely there. 'Why?'
She liked hear the snatches of Legolas' voice, floating on the air, making the heavy darkness seem a little lighter. Once she heard him singing to her. A song she remembered, she knew it, word for word. She couldn't work out how she knew it.
Never knew I could feel like this,
Like I've never seen the sky before,
Want to vanish inside your kiss,
Everyday I love you more and more.
Listen to my heart can hear it sing?
Telling me to give you everything,
Seasons may change, winter to spring,
But I love you until the end of time.
Come what may,
Come what may,
I will love you,
Until my dying day.
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place,
Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace,
Suddenly my life doesn't seem waste,
It all revolves around you.
And there's no mountain too high,
No river too wide,
Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side,
Storm clouds may gather and storms may collide,
But I love you until the end of time.
Come what may,
Come what may,
I will love you,
Until my dying day.
She had sung it to him in Lothlórien, he had taken a great liking to it. She felt gladdened that he'd remembered. He very, very rarely sung. He had a beautiful and melodic voice, as all the Eves do, though he was one of the few that made sure it was heard as little as often, never if possible. But she loved to hear him sing, it was relaxing and soothing, and very touching when he was singing something like that, their song.
There was some kind of light ahead of her. She was uncertain of it, she now accustomed to the darkness, the light scared her. She didn't know what to expect of it. But she was curious. She approached it slowly, sounds reached her ears, growing louder as she got nearer, they were harsh, angry voices. They worried her but she carried on, still she was curious. She was getting closer, the voices became louder, words could be distinguished.
"...don't call me your son."
"...I know you're angry..."
"...power to stop her...."
"...hating me?"
"...priorities wrong..."
"...she'll live..."
"...lying unconscious...." Another voice entered, all the voices became quiet and fused as one, she couldn't discern them. They became hushed again and well spaced.
She had almost reached the light. It was becoming bright, intensely bright, she had to shelter her eyes. She kept trying to open them to see what was ahead of her, what would be illuminated, but it was too bright. She kept trying to open her eyes, but it was just too bright. Her eyes were fluttering open and closed. She turned her face away from the blinding light.
There was faint pressure on her left hand. Legolas was talking animatedly, he sounded panicky. Or was he excited? She couldn't tell, she couldn't hear his words, it was just his voice was just sounding in her ears.
No, no, she didn't want this. It was too much. She didn't want the light. Not ever. She wanted the blackness. Always. She turned completely away from the light and ran from it. She was running deeper and deeper into it. The pitch black surrounding her seemed to deepen, impossibly so.
And then everything stopped.