Warning: Same as before
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AN: Sorry, somehow my internet didn't work properly.
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Drowning
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He found himself sitting on a wooden footbridge, some splinters picking into his bare feet. The water underneath was dark red, almost black in its intensity.
'Like gore,' Legolas suddenly pondered. It had never caught his eyes before that water would turn bloody with the sinking sun. As if a battle had been fought and the shed liquid warmed the water.
A cementery without corpses.
When the wind blew his golden hair into his face he became aware of how chilly it had become in this late hours. The sun refused the warmth it was expected to grant as well as the light it was supposed to give. Legolas wondered if the sun took flight from the world. As an Elfling he had always believed sun to be hope for a new beginning. Now he wasn't too sure of that anymore.
He leaned his hand against the wood to steady himself into a standing position, but as soon as his fingers left the bridge his knees gave in and his whole body crashed down again. He started shivering.
The air was reeking of fresh rain. And of coagulated blood. A mixture of them both and it was making his stomach contradict painfully. He crept to the edge in case he should have to vomit.
"Legolas, are you alright?"
Legolas wanted to laugh at Aragorn's question. He could imagine that he certainly did look anything but alright right now with his head over the wood and his hands securely around his belly.
"It smells of blood," Legolas stated quietly when the ranger coaxed him onto his lap. He sighed softly and let his head fall on the human's chest. He riveted his eyes to the horizon.
"Everyone is dead."
Aragorn shifted behind him uncomfortably, clearly uncertain as to what he should do, not knowing what to make out of Legolas' rambling. He worriedly placed a hand on Legolas' forehead.
"Elves do not get sick, Estel," the Silvan muttered slightly indignant.
"Forgive me," the humanking smiled against his hair. "Now shall we head back home? The feast is about to begin in merely an hour."
"What feast?" The prince turned huge eyes to the ranger. "Do you not see? Everyone is dead. The water is full of their blood."
"I think I'll get you to ada now," Aragorn said concerned.
"For what purpose?" came the Elf's sharp reply.
"For him to take a look at you. You worry me. Very much so, melamin."
Legolas took a heavy breath before burrying his face into Aragorn's silken clothes. "But he is dead," the Elf then sobbed, clutching the soft fabric with an iron grip.
"Nobody is dead, Legolas. I... do not understand what you are talking about...." The human was slowly growing frustrated. Never in his life had he seen the prince of the Woodland Realms so frightened and confused. He put a soothing hand on the Elf's back and moved it in lazy circles, knowing it would calm the fair being down. He was proved right, when Legolas finally relaxed against him, his tense muscles finally loosening up. He nodded against Aragorn's chest and looked up, over the human's shoulder.
Dead corpses. Shattered pieces. Blood. So much blood!
/More! More! Gore!/
Legolas eyes widened.
"You lied!" he screamed. "You lied! They are all there. In a sea of red. Oh Elbereth, a blood red sea!"
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Legolas awoke with a silent scream on his lips. His eyes searched his surroundings frantically. Then he put a hand on his forehead.
'Again', he thought. 'The same dream again. No, not a dream. What once had been a wonderful illusion has now turned into a nightmare which aggravates every time I dream it again."
He sighed, then shifted his body to stand up from the bed.
"I think I shall go insane if this continues. On second thought tough I might already be insane. Who would have ever heard of a person that resembled one in every way possible?" His whisper remained unanswered and Legolas sighed again.
"No one would believe me if I told them. They would make me a liar and madman. Dear Valar, what would Aragorn say, should he hear about it? If he even talks to me at all anymore."
He suddenly punched the wall with his fist.
"Why?! What have I done to deserve this?!"
As soon as the anger came it was replaced by determination.
No, he would not give up. Not now, not when there was still a chance to make everything right again. Not when there was still the possibility to talk to Aragorn and explain his side of the story.
Resolutely he moved to the chair, fetched his clothing and got dressed. Barely a minute later he was out of the room and in search for the ranger. He wanted to try Aragorn's chamber first for that would be the most likely place to find the manking, but when he knocked at the door, he got no answer. He stood still for a moment and listened carefully.
No, the room was empty. Then where could Aragorn have gone?
"Legolas?" A familiar voice stated, a hint of surprise and sadness in it. The prince turned around and came to face with the beautiful Evenstar. Her pale skin was mostly covered by a long white gown that accentuated her face and most of all her blue eyes. Legolas could not help but notice the wetness in them although he was quite sure Arwen tried her best to smother it up. That alone caused a stab of pain through his chest.
Elrond's daughter had been crying so much was clear. And he would be a fool if he didn't know the reason for her tears. Suddenly he could not bear to look at her anymore. Elbereth, he was the very reason this wonderful being was mouring. How could he even think about going to Aragorn to righten things. How could he even wish to be with the man the Evenstar loved, the man she gave up her very immortality for!
"That's right. You are not worthy. Not of her sacrifice and not of him."
Legolas' head snapped around to look at his own eyes, barely some feet right to him. He opened his mouth to reply when Arwen's voice interrupted him.
"Legolas? Are you alright?" There was a sudden concern in her voice that had not been there before. For a moment Legolas had to fight the urge to laugh at her words. How much her words resembled Aragorn's in his dream.
Then his senses kicked in and he stared at her in wonder. Then looked to his right again and back to her. She followed his viewing direction confused.
"Legolas?" In her voice there was now a conspicuous hint of alert.
'She cannot see him! She cannot see him!!!'
The figure next to him began to laugh. "Took you long enough," his mirror image gasped between his fits of laughter. Legolas wanted to cover his ears with his hands to keep out the disturbing sound.
Helplessly his eyes wandered once more to his double, then back to the Evenstar. For the first time in his life he wished to just curl up in the dark corner in his room and forget everything.
He closed his eyes briefly and tried to collect himself again. The figure was still laughing beside him.
He took a deep breath and looked at Arwen again.
"I am sorry, I have not slept well this night. Please forgive me my manners, fair Undomiel. I wish you a good morning." Legolas was relieved that his voice sounded calm and firm in spite of everything. Still he could still feel the Lady's suspicion.
His sensitive ears caught up the light noise of footsteps and he had to force himself not to turn his head around. He heard a low chuckle.
"Why, my prince. Mayhaps you are really going insane? Mayhaps I am nothing but your imagination? But then again you would be my imagination as well, for we are one. You are me, I am you. You are mine."
Valar, he could feel the creature's breath on his neck. His pulse quickened. 'Do not turn around, do not turn around,' he chanted like a silent prayer in his head.
"Have you talked with Aragorn yet?" Came the sudden sound from Arwen. His double laughed again before leaning his head on Legolas' shoulder and tracing his spine with his fingers. The Elf began to tremble.
"I... was just looking for him. I wanted to ... agologize." His body shook, his voice faltered. The figure slipped his hand under his tunic.
"Apologize?" She asked, now laced with worry. "Legolas you are shivering all over. What is wrong with you? Did you and Aragorn have a quarrel?"
'Oh, how right you are,' Legolas wanted to shout, 'and how far from it just now.'
"Ai... we had a ...confrontation," he agreed. His mirror image meanwhile combed through his hair, humming softly. "Please, do you know where I can find him?" Legolas said in a rush, barely controlling himself not to shrug off the persistent and disturbing touch of the other. Barely controlling himself from screaming.
"Yes, I saw him at the practise ground when I took a walk this morning. Hardly more than an hour should have passed since then. I image you would still find him there."
Gratitude shone in Legolas' eyes. "I offer you my thanks, Arwen of Imladris!"
Without waiting another minute he freed himself from the poisonous grip and ran down the corridor. Arwen stared at his disappearing form, a frown on her beautiful face.
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Aragorn threw a number of punches at an invisible enemy. His muscles flexed under the strain, salty pearls of sweat covering his broad body. His movements were in harmony, a perfect performance of a deadly dance, wonderful and amazing.
Legolas watched his form from the distance with awe.
Powerful and nevertheless - or maybe exactly for this reason - so absolutely tempting in his grace. Filling him, taking him in to never let him go again. His perfect shaped figure, seducing him to touch this strong body, this shimmering mind. A silver flame, shining so brightly, enlightening the darkness that sought a claim around his heart. This fierce spirit, carrying away fear and sorrow only to leave the brillance of Aragorn's inner self. The true king of mankind.
Yet the ranger seemed slightly disturbed today. His manners were a little bit more forceful, his punches a little bit too hard. As if he was trying to push himself beyond his own breaking point.
Legolas watched his appearance closely.
Ai, something was definately different. The look on his face was faintly distant. A breath of withdrawal on his features.
The Wood-Elf knitted his eyebrows.
Valar, that made his decision to talk to him all the more difficult. As if it wasn't hard enough as it was already!
Closing the distance between them, he almost expected the ranger to turn around and greet him with his usual smile. No, wait. On second thought he didn't expect that to happen after all that happened in the twin's room.
He didn't seem to be aware of his presence however, still forcing his seemingly exhausted body to continue, pushing and pushing without even granting himself a moment of rest.
Frowing Legolas slowly moved to stand by his side, clearly in mind to remove whatever agony he might feel from Aragorn's soul.
When the ranger striked out to throw yet another punch the Elf interrupted his training by simply moving his hand upwards to catch Aragorn's swing.
Aragorn's head whipped around and surprised grey eyes met blue ones.
"Legolas..." he muttered astonished. "I have not heard you approach."
The Elf only smiled. "You would not," he said as if it was as simple at that. Then again to Legolas it was as simple as that. A second later the immortal's features darkened. "Estel, I wish to talk to you. Will you spare me a moment of your time?"
The man hesitated and Legolas had to close his eyes when a sudden cold ran through his body. Never before had the ranger considered if a conversation between them was desireable or necessary. Never before had he had the need to.
"I do not know if this is a good idea, right now. I am in the midst of my training...." he trailed off lamely, not even convincing himself. Legolas opened his heavy lids again. Why did it seem as if the world suddenly became so much darker, the sun somewhat bleary?
"It is an urgent matter, mellon nin." Oh how he despired that word, that destroyed his hopes every time the ranger spoke it. But right now it seemed like the only goal Legolas was still able to reach. To at least save their friendship repaired. "About the other night-"
"Legolas, you need not justify yourself in front me of all people. I will not judge you, nor will I spread your secret."
"Nay! I never questioned your discreetness! I wanted to talk about-"
Aragorn raised his hands slowly. "Please let it be, Legolas. I cannot bring myself to speak of it just now. The confusion is still too near, I never expected..." he trailed off helplessly. He sighed and made a move to pass Legolas.
'No, no, do not walk away now!' The Elf made a move to follow the ranger's step.
"It did not mean anything!" he exclaimed desperately. Aragorn froze.
"Please, believe me, it did not mean anything to me! I did not know how to cope with the situation anymore! I hoped to get away from all of it, even only for a while." Isildur's heir stood still. No reaction.
At last Legolas whispered, "it haunts me, Aragorn."
Again a moment of silence. Then Aragorn turned to Legolas again.
"What haunts you? I barely recognize you anymore, my friend. What haunts you?"
A pause. A sigh. And an emotion Aragorn had never before seem on the fair Elf's face.
"My mind it seems. My mind haunts me."
Resignation.
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Cerasi2: well, here finally is something for your legolas/aragorn desire ;) thank you very much for your review and sorry it took me so long.
Apom: Wow, ich glaub du bist die erste Person, die sich doch tatsächlich mal getraut hat mich auf deutsch anzusprechen (obwohl man meine Nationalität eigentlich doch sehr gut aus meinem Nick herauslesen kann) Und nein, es ist kein Trick, in meiner Story sind die beiden ab jetzt nicht mehr zusammen (obwohl ich das natürlich wieder ändern könnte *g) nein, schmarrn, es ist notwendig für die story, dass sich beide trennen (und sei es nur, damit das Ende dann umso schlimmer wird) wer Legolas Spiegelbild ist, kommt noch ausdrücklich heraus, wrd ja eigentlich schon immer stärker angedeutet (komisch, dass da bis jetzt noch niemand drauf gekommen ist... ;) ) Vielen Dank für dein Kommentar!
Anon-101-6: I know they don't use the word fucked in that period, but as you will find out Legolas double doesn't really belong in that world (to ease your worries: no he is definately not from another world. I just took the liberty to interpret some things of Tolkien's world quite.. freely *g*) Anyway: thank you for your review!
Anawiel: Well I haven't gotten further with Chobbits than the first chapter, sorry. But to answer your question: No, they're not dark and white. Well, in a way they are, because their personalities differ slightly, but do not worry: all will be revealed in the coming chapters!
Many thanks to: Riva van Dyk, Legolas19, Gwyn, Zelda Saturn Mistress, Kaylie, Lantarmiel (wow, thanks so much!), Shadow41, SireenC, MoroTheWolfGod, Jade Stellar, Naitriab (just put me on your author's alert list and you will automatically get an email when the story is updated)
Thanks for your reviews, you keep the story going!!!!
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Drowning
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He found himself sitting on a wooden footbridge, some splinters picking into his bare feet. The water underneath was dark red, almost black in its intensity.
'Like gore,' Legolas suddenly pondered. It had never caught his eyes before that water would turn bloody with the sinking sun. As if a battle had been fought and the shed liquid warmed the water.
A cementery without corpses.
When the wind blew his golden hair into his face he became aware of how chilly it had become in this late hours. The sun refused the warmth it was expected to grant as well as the light it was supposed to give. Legolas wondered if the sun took flight from the world. As an Elfling he had always believed sun to be hope for a new beginning. Now he wasn't too sure of that anymore.
He leaned his hand against the wood to steady himself into a standing position, but as soon as his fingers left the bridge his knees gave in and his whole body crashed down again. He started shivering.
The air was reeking of fresh rain. And of coagulated blood. A mixture of them both and it was making his stomach contradict painfully. He crept to the edge in case he should have to vomit.
"Legolas, are you alright?"
Legolas wanted to laugh at Aragorn's question. He could imagine that he certainly did look anything but alright right now with his head over the wood and his hands securely around his belly.
"It smells of blood," Legolas stated quietly when the ranger coaxed him onto his lap. He sighed softly and let his head fall on the human's chest. He riveted his eyes to the horizon.
"Everyone is dead."
Aragorn shifted behind him uncomfortably, clearly uncertain as to what he should do, not knowing what to make out of Legolas' rambling. He worriedly placed a hand on Legolas' forehead.
"Elves do not get sick, Estel," the Silvan muttered slightly indignant.
"Forgive me," the humanking smiled against his hair. "Now shall we head back home? The feast is about to begin in merely an hour."
"What feast?" The prince turned huge eyes to the ranger. "Do you not see? Everyone is dead. The water is full of their blood."
"I think I'll get you to ada now," Aragorn said concerned.
"For what purpose?" came the Elf's sharp reply.
"For him to take a look at you. You worry me. Very much so, melamin."
Legolas took a heavy breath before burrying his face into Aragorn's silken clothes. "But he is dead," the Elf then sobbed, clutching the soft fabric with an iron grip.
"Nobody is dead, Legolas. I... do not understand what you are talking about...." The human was slowly growing frustrated. Never in his life had he seen the prince of the Woodland Realms so frightened and confused. He put a soothing hand on the Elf's back and moved it in lazy circles, knowing it would calm the fair being down. He was proved right, when Legolas finally relaxed against him, his tense muscles finally loosening up. He nodded against Aragorn's chest and looked up, over the human's shoulder.
Dead corpses. Shattered pieces. Blood. So much blood!
/More! More! Gore!/
Legolas eyes widened.
"You lied!" he screamed. "You lied! They are all there. In a sea of red. Oh Elbereth, a blood red sea!"
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Legolas awoke with a silent scream on his lips. His eyes searched his surroundings frantically. Then he put a hand on his forehead.
'Again', he thought. 'The same dream again. No, not a dream. What once had been a wonderful illusion has now turned into a nightmare which aggravates every time I dream it again."
He sighed, then shifted his body to stand up from the bed.
"I think I shall go insane if this continues. On second thought tough I might already be insane. Who would have ever heard of a person that resembled one in every way possible?" His whisper remained unanswered and Legolas sighed again.
"No one would believe me if I told them. They would make me a liar and madman. Dear Valar, what would Aragorn say, should he hear about it? If he even talks to me at all anymore."
He suddenly punched the wall with his fist.
"Why?! What have I done to deserve this?!"
As soon as the anger came it was replaced by determination.
No, he would not give up. Not now, not when there was still a chance to make everything right again. Not when there was still the possibility to talk to Aragorn and explain his side of the story.
Resolutely he moved to the chair, fetched his clothing and got dressed. Barely a minute later he was out of the room and in search for the ranger. He wanted to try Aragorn's chamber first for that would be the most likely place to find the manking, but when he knocked at the door, he got no answer. He stood still for a moment and listened carefully.
No, the room was empty. Then where could Aragorn have gone?
"Legolas?" A familiar voice stated, a hint of surprise and sadness in it. The prince turned around and came to face with the beautiful Evenstar. Her pale skin was mostly covered by a long white gown that accentuated her face and most of all her blue eyes. Legolas could not help but notice the wetness in them although he was quite sure Arwen tried her best to smother it up. That alone caused a stab of pain through his chest.
Elrond's daughter had been crying so much was clear. And he would be a fool if he didn't know the reason for her tears. Suddenly he could not bear to look at her anymore. Elbereth, he was the very reason this wonderful being was mouring. How could he even think about going to Aragorn to righten things. How could he even wish to be with the man the Evenstar loved, the man she gave up her very immortality for!
"That's right. You are not worthy. Not of her sacrifice and not of him."
Legolas' head snapped around to look at his own eyes, barely some feet right to him. He opened his mouth to reply when Arwen's voice interrupted him.
"Legolas? Are you alright?" There was a sudden concern in her voice that had not been there before. For a moment Legolas had to fight the urge to laugh at her words. How much her words resembled Aragorn's in his dream.
Then his senses kicked in and he stared at her in wonder. Then looked to his right again and back to her. She followed his viewing direction confused.
"Legolas?" In her voice there was now a conspicuous hint of alert.
'She cannot see him! She cannot see him!!!'
The figure next to him began to laugh. "Took you long enough," his mirror image gasped between his fits of laughter. Legolas wanted to cover his ears with his hands to keep out the disturbing sound.
Helplessly his eyes wandered once more to his double, then back to the Evenstar. For the first time in his life he wished to just curl up in the dark corner in his room and forget everything.
He closed his eyes briefly and tried to collect himself again. The figure was still laughing beside him.
He took a deep breath and looked at Arwen again.
"I am sorry, I have not slept well this night. Please forgive me my manners, fair Undomiel. I wish you a good morning." Legolas was relieved that his voice sounded calm and firm in spite of everything. Still he could still feel the Lady's suspicion.
His sensitive ears caught up the light noise of footsteps and he had to force himself not to turn his head around. He heard a low chuckle.
"Why, my prince. Mayhaps you are really going insane? Mayhaps I am nothing but your imagination? But then again you would be my imagination as well, for we are one. You are me, I am you. You are mine."
Valar, he could feel the creature's breath on his neck. His pulse quickened. 'Do not turn around, do not turn around,' he chanted like a silent prayer in his head.
"Have you talked with Aragorn yet?" Came the sudden sound from Arwen. His double laughed again before leaning his head on Legolas' shoulder and tracing his spine with his fingers. The Elf began to tremble.
"I... was just looking for him. I wanted to ... agologize." His body shook, his voice faltered. The figure slipped his hand under his tunic.
"Apologize?" She asked, now laced with worry. "Legolas you are shivering all over. What is wrong with you? Did you and Aragorn have a quarrel?"
'Oh, how right you are,' Legolas wanted to shout, 'and how far from it just now.'
"Ai... we had a ...confrontation," he agreed. His mirror image meanwhile combed through his hair, humming softly. "Please, do you know where I can find him?" Legolas said in a rush, barely controlling himself not to shrug off the persistent and disturbing touch of the other. Barely controlling himself from screaming.
"Yes, I saw him at the practise ground when I took a walk this morning. Hardly more than an hour should have passed since then. I image you would still find him there."
Gratitude shone in Legolas' eyes. "I offer you my thanks, Arwen of Imladris!"
Without waiting another minute he freed himself from the poisonous grip and ran down the corridor. Arwen stared at his disappearing form, a frown on her beautiful face.
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Aragorn threw a number of punches at an invisible enemy. His muscles flexed under the strain, salty pearls of sweat covering his broad body. His movements were in harmony, a perfect performance of a deadly dance, wonderful and amazing.
Legolas watched his form from the distance with awe.
Powerful and nevertheless - or maybe exactly for this reason - so absolutely tempting in his grace. Filling him, taking him in to never let him go again. His perfect shaped figure, seducing him to touch this strong body, this shimmering mind. A silver flame, shining so brightly, enlightening the darkness that sought a claim around his heart. This fierce spirit, carrying away fear and sorrow only to leave the brillance of Aragorn's inner self. The true king of mankind.
Yet the ranger seemed slightly disturbed today. His manners were a little bit more forceful, his punches a little bit too hard. As if he was trying to push himself beyond his own breaking point.
Legolas watched his appearance closely.
Ai, something was definately different. The look on his face was faintly distant. A breath of withdrawal on his features.
The Wood-Elf knitted his eyebrows.
Valar, that made his decision to talk to him all the more difficult. As if it wasn't hard enough as it was already!
Closing the distance between them, he almost expected the ranger to turn around and greet him with his usual smile. No, wait. On second thought he didn't expect that to happen after all that happened in the twin's room.
He didn't seem to be aware of his presence however, still forcing his seemingly exhausted body to continue, pushing and pushing without even granting himself a moment of rest.
Frowing Legolas slowly moved to stand by his side, clearly in mind to remove whatever agony he might feel from Aragorn's soul.
When the ranger striked out to throw yet another punch the Elf interrupted his training by simply moving his hand upwards to catch Aragorn's swing.
Aragorn's head whipped around and surprised grey eyes met blue ones.
"Legolas..." he muttered astonished. "I have not heard you approach."
The Elf only smiled. "You would not," he said as if it was as simple at that. Then again to Legolas it was as simple as that. A second later the immortal's features darkened. "Estel, I wish to talk to you. Will you spare me a moment of your time?"
The man hesitated and Legolas had to close his eyes when a sudden cold ran through his body. Never before had the ranger considered if a conversation between them was desireable or necessary. Never before had he had the need to.
"I do not know if this is a good idea, right now. I am in the midst of my training...." he trailed off lamely, not even convincing himself. Legolas opened his heavy lids again. Why did it seem as if the world suddenly became so much darker, the sun somewhat bleary?
"It is an urgent matter, mellon nin." Oh how he despired that word, that destroyed his hopes every time the ranger spoke it. But right now it seemed like the only goal Legolas was still able to reach. To at least save their friendship repaired. "About the other night-"
"Legolas, you need not justify yourself in front me of all people. I will not judge you, nor will I spread your secret."
"Nay! I never questioned your discreetness! I wanted to talk about-"
Aragorn raised his hands slowly. "Please let it be, Legolas. I cannot bring myself to speak of it just now. The confusion is still too near, I never expected..." he trailed off helplessly. He sighed and made a move to pass Legolas.
'No, no, do not walk away now!' The Elf made a move to follow the ranger's step.
"It did not mean anything!" he exclaimed desperately. Aragorn froze.
"Please, believe me, it did not mean anything to me! I did not know how to cope with the situation anymore! I hoped to get away from all of it, even only for a while." Isildur's heir stood still. No reaction.
At last Legolas whispered, "it haunts me, Aragorn."
Again a moment of silence. Then Aragorn turned to Legolas again.
"What haunts you? I barely recognize you anymore, my friend. What haunts you?"
A pause. A sigh. And an emotion Aragorn had never before seem on the fair Elf's face.
"My mind it seems. My mind haunts me."
Resignation.
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Cerasi2: well, here finally is something for your legolas/aragorn desire ;) thank you very much for your review and sorry it took me so long.
Apom: Wow, ich glaub du bist die erste Person, die sich doch tatsächlich mal getraut hat mich auf deutsch anzusprechen (obwohl man meine Nationalität eigentlich doch sehr gut aus meinem Nick herauslesen kann) Und nein, es ist kein Trick, in meiner Story sind die beiden ab jetzt nicht mehr zusammen (obwohl ich das natürlich wieder ändern könnte *g) nein, schmarrn, es ist notwendig für die story, dass sich beide trennen (und sei es nur, damit das Ende dann umso schlimmer wird) wer Legolas Spiegelbild ist, kommt noch ausdrücklich heraus, wrd ja eigentlich schon immer stärker angedeutet (komisch, dass da bis jetzt noch niemand drauf gekommen ist... ;) ) Vielen Dank für dein Kommentar!
Anon-101-6: I know they don't use the word fucked in that period, but as you will find out Legolas double doesn't really belong in that world (to ease your worries: no he is definately not from another world. I just took the liberty to interpret some things of Tolkien's world quite.. freely *g*) Anyway: thank you for your review!
Anawiel: Well I haven't gotten further with Chobbits than the first chapter, sorry. But to answer your question: No, they're not dark and white. Well, in a way they are, because their personalities differ slightly, but do not worry: all will be revealed in the coming chapters!
Many thanks to: Riva van Dyk, Legolas19, Gwyn, Zelda Saturn Mistress, Kaylie, Lantarmiel (wow, thanks so much!), Shadow41, SireenC, MoroTheWolfGod, Jade Stellar, Naitriab (just put me on your author's alert list and you will automatically get an email when the story is updated)
Thanks for your reviews, you keep the story going!!!!