Disclaimer: in chapter 1-6
Warning: Heed my warnings from the last chapter.
AN: I actually wanted to bring out the chapter before new year but somehow I got sick on new year's eve (how did I know this would happen?) and well, long story short: here's the next chapter
Julia Mönch: Sorry, sorry, gerade dir hatte ich ja gesagt, dass ich vor sylvester fertig werde. Deswegen sei als Entschädigung dieses Kapitel hiermit dir gewidmet *lol* sobald du es gelesen hast, wirst du mich schlagen wollen
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Drowning
- chapter dedicated to Julia Mönch - ;)
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Legolas sat down solemnly when he reached the small footbridge.
Yes, everything looked exactly as he imagined it would look. Everything met his expectations: from the trees which surrounded the river to the tender smell the grass and water spread. Everything fit, everything blent into his dreams. His dream blent into the environment. As if reality and illusion fused and Legolas found himself in a strange twilight which contained both dimensions.
This time however instead of a dead water he was greeted by a twinkling blue that delivered a wonderful game of lights. Yes, it was his dream, yet not his nightmare which he had silently feared. This thought gave him a little courage and courage, Legolas detected, was a quality he needed now more than ever. Courage to face Aragorn, courage to face society and above all courage to face himself.
A soft breath of wind sent his hair over his shoulders and he lifted his hand unconsciously to remove the strand from his face again. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply.
No, this morning hadn't gone off as he expected in the slightest. He had known a conversation with Aragorn was inevitable, however he had not been attuned to a confrontation with Elrohir. And truthfully it certainly had not gone off to his favours. He couldn't resent the Half-Elf if he was angry at him. Despite his decision to talk with Aragorn he had not done it - had even tried to evade it! - and that was a hard blow to his pride. And as if that wasn't enough he had now also lost a friend, one whom he knew since his very childhood - and dare he say that this was a very long period of time? He still remembered times in which they played all sorts of pranks - and not to forget the times in which they got punished for exactly those tricks.
He had broken the trust, the foundation of their friendship, and it was only right to lose the familiarity in turn.
Elladan too would probably react in the same manner. After all he loved his sister as his twin brother did, consequently he would also stand by her side. Likewise justifiably! It had been him who had hurt Arwen - if not through his deeds then through his throughts alone, and were wrong thoughts not also said to be sin?
Oh, then he had sinned a thousand times and more by hoping and praying and in the end hating himself for it every time after. Perhaps because he couldn't stop hoping and praying despite of that hate.
Until at last his prayers bore fruits. Had he caused it all? Had he ended this relationship that resembled a fairy tale, this reawakened legend? Because of his hope?
Maybe he had reacted unintentionally, maybe he had shown feelings! Maybe Aragorn had recognized them and maybe this was the reason he had parted with Lord Elrond's daughter!
But had they? Parted? What if everything was just a phantom, just a figment of his own imagination? What if he wasn't able to seperate truth from dream anymore and he was currently caught in his dreamworld which turned into his nightmare again just now? Maybe he had lost his sanity long ago and his mind was here while the shell of his body was at a totally different place?
'Stop thinking about things like these, you are maddening yourself!' his inner voice scolded him with a tone of hysteria and panic. 'This is reality! Not just a figment!'
"You are breath-taking."
Legolas' muscles tensed, he didn't turn around.
"Your hair looks like golden silk in the sun." A touch on his shoulder, so soft - as if not real. Legolas' body involuntarily gave a twitch.
"Your features seem more delicate, resemble even that of a She-Elf!" The pressure on his shoulder got stronger, painful and Legolas suppressed the urge to wince again.
"Tell me, do you like being looked upon as a female? It seems you do not even want to defend yourself. So maybe you like other things as well.... things that females usually like. After all you lost your heart to a man!"
Legolas' gaze stayed directed on the river. The only movement that showed that he had indeed registered the words was the tightening of his eyebrows.
"Oh how very regrettable that he has noticed only now that he had lost his to you as well - not that the extend would ever be the same even roughly - nevertheless he lost it to you. In vain because it is already too late for you. You are mine and nothing - and nobody - will able to save you still."
"How is it that you seem to seek me out every time I do not possess the strength to face you coequally? Are you not ashamed of your own cowardice?" the Elf whispered dimly. The poignancy he actually wanted to add to his voice got lost and instead of it the question sounded more like a agonizing complaint. Legolas hated himself for it also.
The reaction was not what he imagined it to be. Instead of flying into a passion as he would have expected, the hand on his shoulder loosened slightly. A surprised and ugly laughter followed.
"Foolish child! Still you understand nothing! It is the lack of will that attracts me! The weakness that fills me with enthusiasm and promises me victory! Better yet: Already promised me. For the victory is already mine and the only thing left to do is to pick up the prey. And why not play with it a little further since it is so extraordinary enchanting?"
The hand moved, slowly slid down his spine to touch naked skin under the substance of his clothing. Legolas turned around abruptly and struck the hand aside. His eyes flashed dangerously.
"You forget who is in front of you!"
His image smirked mockingly.
"How could that be possible since we are the same?"
Again his double edged his way towards Legolas' body and finally the Elf's patience broke like a vase that was flung to the ground.
With a movement faster that the eye of a human could ever perceive he pulled his dagger out of his boot and held it to the creature's throat.
"Do not tempt me!" he hissed warningly, "it is not a weak damsel before you who would give in to everything without defence!"
The figure smiled and lifted his brows. "Legolas, Legolas," he sneered, "praise to your pride, but pride at the wrong place is as foolish as no pride at all."
He reached for the dagger with one hand and contorted Legolas' hand with the other like lightning. Before the Elf could even react, he had reversed their roles and leaned his body towards Legolas while the sharp edge of the blade played a precarios game near Legolas' throat. The Sindar's pupils diminished when the shocked prince discerned the situation.
"I am you. I possess every ability you possess," his mirror image now explained smugly, "but you are right of course. I do choose the moments in which you seem to suffocate emotionally. In which you are hardly able to defend yourself. That is what I am."
"I do not understand," the prince whispered with a trembling voice.
The other laughed. "Because you do not want to understand. Believe me, a part of you has known the truth for a long time now." He moved the blade's tip up and down, ensuring to stripe Legolas' carotid every time.
"And what part would that be?" Legolas tried to distract his image unsuccessfully, futilely hoping for a mistake or an opening.
With the second hand the other skimmed along the seam of the Elf's leggings only to stop at the lacing of his pants. With a forceful jerk he tore at it, the breech yielded. Legolas' eyes widened.
"Why, your heart of course!"
When the hand made a move to slip inside his leggings Legolas struggle for calmness faded as mist would when day broke. Suddenly he didn't care if the blade against his throat represented danger or not. Or maybe he would have cared if he had wasted a single thought at it.
He snatched at the other's wrist with one hand, while he tried to push away his mirror image with the second one.
The dagger was pressed closer to his skin, his senses apprehended the metallic smell of blood.
"Elbereth, let go! Let go off me!" His voice stumbled, his thoughts became fast, slow, again and again, in a rhythm which declined and blossomed and died and became reawakened.
'I suffocate! I suffocate!' a voice screamed, while the other, more reasonable one gasped: 'Breathe! Breathe! Or you might actually suffocate!'
His grip got stronger, when he tried to get a hold onto something real. 'This is not real! Everything here is not real! You go insane! You go insane!'
He felt his heartbeat. Always faster, incessantly faster. Threateningly. Irresistibly.
More! More! Gore!
A sudden pain flamed up in his head, dipped his world into a twinkling white gold of desperation and light. Into a sticking red - like flames or blood.
And finally into a releasing black that absorbed everything.
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The first thing he experienced when he awoke again was contentment and warmth. His pulse was still fast - faster than it actually should be - but this time it almost seemed pleasing.
He opened his mouth and panted quietly to calm his raging heart.
Fire spread through his body, thrillingly, demanding, but somehow in a good way. Legolas tilted his head backwards and raised his hands.
His thoughts refused themselves to him, deformed, built anew and still held no meaning. He felt hands on his skin, a hot mouth that followed invisible traces, touched his flesh and set it aflame. He felt lips on his body, playing with one nipple while soft fingers pinched the second.
A strange haze was girding his mind and somewhere in the back of it all he felt a disturbing pain in his head, near his right temple. Had he hurt himself? Had Aragorn brought him back?
Everything seemed so confusing, nothing made sense anymore. But it felt so good, so good. Maybe it was a dream again, a nice dream this time. With Aragorn in his hands. Or him in Aragorn's in this case.
Slowly his fingers encircled the face of his fellow, fumbled timidly, looked for something to hold on to when heat seeked to overwhelm his mind.
"Ara..." His words got lost in soft moans as soon as his companion began to slide his tongue from his stomach downwards, partly nibbling on his skin, partly biting down carefully.
He arched his back unconsciously, thrusting into the caress. "Saes..."
He felt the smile against his skin, when the other complied his wish and lightly caught the tip of his erection with his mouth, tracing senseless patterns on the sensitive head.
Tender hands on his hips prevented him from thrusting back when his love set up an agonizing slow rhythm, taking him, releasing him, taking him, releasing him in ever that laggard scheme.
"Aragorn, saes...." Legolas begged, opening his pale legs to grant more access. "Saes anbre!" [please faster]
According to his wish the sucking increased, the pace got accelerated, he bucked his hips, writhed beneath the touch, yearning for more, begging and pleading for fulfilment.
"Saes, im ú-dartha amanann... Panno nin! Le ertha na nin!..." [Please, I cannot wait any longer... Fill me! Join with me!...]
"How lovely you beg, my prince. Your plea shall be my command."
And finally his mind comprehended. He tried to blink, but somehow his right eye would not open. He lifted one hands to rub at it.
Through a red mist he saw the slender body shift above his own, taking position.
"I did not really intent to knock you out with your dagger, but you seemed to hyperventilate, my dearest," the other purred.
"Olthon... Ad olthon gaer ól...." [I dream... I dream a nightmare again...] Legolas muttered helplessly.
"Nay, you do not dream. I am as real as you are." Legolas felt the hard shaft against his opening and weakly tried to twist away.
"Elves die when violated against their will," Mirkwood's youngest whispered against all hope, despair creeping into his voice. "Their spirits fade..."
Deep blue eyes locked with deep blue eyes. Unforgiving against desperate and hopeless. For seconds, minutes. And Legolas' heart sank.
"It matters not," the other said then. He lifted the Elf's hips.
"You are as good as dead already."
Without preparation he pushed forward, entering him with one hard thrust, and Legolas shrieked when something inside of him tore. He felt his own blood that ironically seemed to lubricate his passage, helping the creature to ease its way into him.
"See? Even your body betrays yourself."
Thranduil's child trembled with the force of the movements. No lover's caress anymore. No loving endearment, nor soothing words.
He heard the other moan in exctasy when he neared release and bit his lip to keep himself from screaming in hate, in rage and disgrace. And most of all in shame. The one and only sense of it all was to humiliate him, to prove to him that he had not only lost control of his mind but also control of his own body, he did know that. But that still not answered the bitter question: If not his body and mind, then what did he have?
With a last push the other came, pumping his loathsome white liquid into him, filling him throughoutly and completely. Legolas wanted to yell and scream and shout, but in the end he did none of it all, enduring everything with silent dignity.
He clenched his fist when the figure removed, dressed up and walked away without uttering a single word.
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Thanks for all of your reviews! You make my day(s)!
All heil to: Gwyn (I can't be mad at Elrohir either ^_^),
anon-101-6 (well, I doubt you would have guessed that to happen? Thanks so much!),
on3, crazy-lil-nae-nae, lady darkness13, wicked samus, c0nfus3d, SireenC, Yami Meji no Minaraikou, legolas19, kaylie,
riva van dyk (answer to your question already explained in this chapter ;) ),
zelda saturn mistress, mina-chan,
rian(n)a (announcer's voice: will legolas ever find happiness, will the author ever get off of her angst trip? Because as long as that does not happen legolas will continue to hear the mean voices in his head telling him to sing songs from the chart list up and down! :þ ),
silmarien (thanks so much!),
legolaslover,
saiyajin peach18 (oh I once wrote quite a few dragonball fics as well but i have to admit that they are .. well... let's leave it at that and don't say anything further about it ;) Thanks so much for reviewing to every single chapter!),
esmerelda black,
cherry princess (i think I'll allow legolas some romance sometimes in the next chapters),
naru taru (danke danke! Meine englisch lehrerin mag mein englisch auch nicht, keine angst. Liegt wohl daran, dass ich bei all ihren exen und ausfragen ständig fehle)
oh by the way: I tried to translate those Sindarin sentences myself, so they are probably grammaically wrong in every place possible (because I was too lazy to go through the whole Sindarin grammar and just looked up what i deemed neccessary) But since somehow I got into my head that there *had* to be some elvish sentences made by myself alone (with help they would be probably correct) you will have to live with the mistakes. but it *does* look nice, doesn't it??? ;)
Warning: Heed my warnings from the last chapter.
AN: I actually wanted to bring out the chapter before new year but somehow I got sick on new year's eve (how did I know this would happen?) and well, long story short: here's the next chapter
Julia Mönch: Sorry, sorry, gerade dir hatte ich ja gesagt, dass ich vor sylvester fertig werde. Deswegen sei als Entschädigung dieses Kapitel hiermit dir gewidmet *lol* sobald du es gelesen hast, wirst du mich schlagen wollen
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Drowning
- chapter dedicated to Julia Mönch - ;)
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Legolas sat down solemnly when he reached the small footbridge.
Yes, everything looked exactly as he imagined it would look. Everything met his expectations: from the trees which surrounded the river to the tender smell the grass and water spread. Everything fit, everything blent into his dreams. His dream blent into the environment. As if reality and illusion fused and Legolas found himself in a strange twilight which contained both dimensions.
This time however instead of a dead water he was greeted by a twinkling blue that delivered a wonderful game of lights. Yes, it was his dream, yet not his nightmare which he had silently feared. This thought gave him a little courage and courage, Legolas detected, was a quality he needed now more than ever. Courage to face Aragorn, courage to face society and above all courage to face himself.
A soft breath of wind sent his hair over his shoulders and he lifted his hand unconsciously to remove the strand from his face again. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply.
No, this morning hadn't gone off as he expected in the slightest. He had known a conversation with Aragorn was inevitable, however he had not been attuned to a confrontation with Elrohir. And truthfully it certainly had not gone off to his favours. He couldn't resent the Half-Elf if he was angry at him. Despite his decision to talk with Aragorn he had not done it - had even tried to evade it! - and that was a hard blow to his pride. And as if that wasn't enough he had now also lost a friend, one whom he knew since his very childhood - and dare he say that this was a very long period of time? He still remembered times in which they played all sorts of pranks - and not to forget the times in which they got punished for exactly those tricks.
He had broken the trust, the foundation of their friendship, and it was only right to lose the familiarity in turn.
Elladan too would probably react in the same manner. After all he loved his sister as his twin brother did, consequently he would also stand by her side. Likewise justifiably! It had been him who had hurt Arwen - if not through his deeds then through his throughts alone, and were wrong thoughts not also said to be sin?
Oh, then he had sinned a thousand times and more by hoping and praying and in the end hating himself for it every time after. Perhaps because he couldn't stop hoping and praying despite of that hate.
Until at last his prayers bore fruits. Had he caused it all? Had he ended this relationship that resembled a fairy tale, this reawakened legend? Because of his hope?
Maybe he had reacted unintentionally, maybe he had shown feelings! Maybe Aragorn had recognized them and maybe this was the reason he had parted with Lord Elrond's daughter!
But had they? Parted? What if everything was just a phantom, just a figment of his own imagination? What if he wasn't able to seperate truth from dream anymore and he was currently caught in his dreamworld which turned into his nightmare again just now? Maybe he had lost his sanity long ago and his mind was here while the shell of his body was at a totally different place?
'Stop thinking about things like these, you are maddening yourself!' his inner voice scolded him with a tone of hysteria and panic. 'This is reality! Not just a figment!'
"You are breath-taking."
Legolas' muscles tensed, he didn't turn around.
"Your hair looks like golden silk in the sun." A touch on his shoulder, so soft - as if not real. Legolas' body involuntarily gave a twitch.
"Your features seem more delicate, resemble even that of a She-Elf!" The pressure on his shoulder got stronger, painful and Legolas suppressed the urge to wince again.
"Tell me, do you like being looked upon as a female? It seems you do not even want to defend yourself. So maybe you like other things as well.... things that females usually like. After all you lost your heart to a man!"
Legolas' gaze stayed directed on the river. The only movement that showed that he had indeed registered the words was the tightening of his eyebrows.
"Oh how very regrettable that he has noticed only now that he had lost his to you as well - not that the extend would ever be the same even roughly - nevertheless he lost it to you. In vain because it is already too late for you. You are mine and nothing - and nobody - will able to save you still."
"How is it that you seem to seek me out every time I do not possess the strength to face you coequally? Are you not ashamed of your own cowardice?" the Elf whispered dimly. The poignancy he actually wanted to add to his voice got lost and instead of it the question sounded more like a agonizing complaint. Legolas hated himself for it also.
The reaction was not what he imagined it to be. Instead of flying into a passion as he would have expected, the hand on his shoulder loosened slightly. A surprised and ugly laughter followed.
"Foolish child! Still you understand nothing! It is the lack of will that attracts me! The weakness that fills me with enthusiasm and promises me victory! Better yet: Already promised me. For the victory is already mine and the only thing left to do is to pick up the prey. And why not play with it a little further since it is so extraordinary enchanting?"
The hand moved, slowly slid down his spine to touch naked skin under the substance of his clothing. Legolas turned around abruptly and struck the hand aside. His eyes flashed dangerously.
"You forget who is in front of you!"
His image smirked mockingly.
"How could that be possible since we are the same?"
Again his double edged his way towards Legolas' body and finally the Elf's patience broke like a vase that was flung to the ground.
With a movement faster that the eye of a human could ever perceive he pulled his dagger out of his boot and held it to the creature's throat.
"Do not tempt me!" he hissed warningly, "it is not a weak damsel before you who would give in to everything without defence!"
The figure smiled and lifted his brows. "Legolas, Legolas," he sneered, "praise to your pride, but pride at the wrong place is as foolish as no pride at all."
He reached for the dagger with one hand and contorted Legolas' hand with the other like lightning. Before the Elf could even react, he had reversed their roles and leaned his body towards Legolas while the sharp edge of the blade played a precarios game near Legolas' throat. The Sindar's pupils diminished when the shocked prince discerned the situation.
"I am you. I possess every ability you possess," his mirror image now explained smugly, "but you are right of course. I do choose the moments in which you seem to suffocate emotionally. In which you are hardly able to defend yourself. That is what I am."
"I do not understand," the prince whispered with a trembling voice.
The other laughed. "Because you do not want to understand. Believe me, a part of you has known the truth for a long time now." He moved the blade's tip up and down, ensuring to stripe Legolas' carotid every time.
"And what part would that be?" Legolas tried to distract his image unsuccessfully, futilely hoping for a mistake or an opening.
With the second hand the other skimmed along the seam of the Elf's leggings only to stop at the lacing of his pants. With a forceful jerk he tore at it, the breech yielded. Legolas' eyes widened.
"Why, your heart of course!"
When the hand made a move to slip inside his leggings Legolas struggle for calmness faded as mist would when day broke. Suddenly he didn't care if the blade against his throat represented danger or not. Or maybe he would have cared if he had wasted a single thought at it.
He snatched at the other's wrist with one hand, while he tried to push away his mirror image with the second one.
The dagger was pressed closer to his skin, his senses apprehended the metallic smell of blood.
"Elbereth, let go! Let go off me!" His voice stumbled, his thoughts became fast, slow, again and again, in a rhythm which declined and blossomed and died and became reawakened.
'I suffocate! I suffocate!' a voice screamed, while the other, more reasonable one gasped: 'Breathe! Breathe! Or you might actually suffocate!'
His grip got stronger, when he tried to get a hold onto something real. 'This is not real! Everything here is not real! You go insane! You go insane!'
He felt his heartbeat. Always faster, incessantly faster. Threateningly. Irresistibly.
More! More! Gore!
A sudden pain flamed up in his head, dipped his world into a twinkling white gold of desperation and light. Into a sticking red - like flames or blood.
And finally into a releasing black that absorbed everything.
_________
The first thing he experienced when he awoke again was contentment and warmth. His pulse was still fast - faster than it actually should be - but this time it almost seemed pleasing.
He opened his mouth and panted quietly to calm his raging heart.
Fire spread through his body, thrillingly, demanding, but somehow in a good way. Legolas tilted his head backwards and raised his hands.
His thoughts refused themselves to him, deformed, built anew and still held no meaning. He felt hands on his skin, a hot mouth that followed invisible traces, touched his flesh and set it aflame. He felt lips on his body, playing with one nipple while soft fingers pinched the second.
A strange haze was girding his mind and somewhere in the back of it all he felt a disturbing pain in his head, near his right temple. Had he hurt himself? Had Aragorn brought him back?
Everything seemed so confusing, nothing made sense anymore. But it felt so good, so good. Maybe it was a dream again, a nice dream this time. With Aragorn in his hands. Or him in Aragorn's in this case.
Slowly his fingers encircled the face of his fellow, fumbled timidly, looked for something to hold on to when heat seeked to overwhelm his mind.
"Ara..." His words got lost in soft moans as soon as his companion began to slide his tongue from his stomach downwards, partly nibbling on his skin, partly biting down carefully.
He arched his back unconsciously, thrusting into the caress. "Saes..."
He felt the smile against his skin, when the other complied his wish and lightly caught the tip of his erection with his mouth, tracing senseless patterns on the sensitive head.
Tender hands on his hips prevented him from thrusting back when his love set up an agonizing slow rhythm, taking him, releasing him, taking him, releasing him in ever that laggard scheme.
"Aragorn, saes...." Legolas begged, opening his pale legs to grant more access. "Saes anbre!" [please faster]
According to his wish the sucking increased, the pace got accelerated, he bucked his hips, writhed beneath the touch, yearning for more, begging and pleading for fulfilment.
"Saes, im ú-dartha amanann... Panno nin! Le ertha na nin!..." [Please, I cannot wait any longer... Fill me! Join with me!...]
"How lovely you beg, my prince. Your plea shall be my command."
And finally his mind comprehended. He tried to blink, but somehow his right eye would not open. He lifted one hands to rub at it.
Through a red mist he saw the slender body shift above his own, taking position.
"I did not really intent to knock you out with your dagger, but you seemed to hyperventilate, my dearest," the other purred.
"Olthon... Ad olthon gaer ól...." [I dream... I dream a nightmare again...] Legolas muttered helplessly.
"Nay, you do not dream. I am as real as you are." Legolas felt the hard shaft against his opening and weakly tried to twist away.
"Elves die when violated against their will," Mirkwood's youngest whispered against all hope, despair creeping into his voice. "Their spirits fade..."
Deep blue eyes locked with deep blue eyes. Unforgiving against desperate and hopeless. For seconds, minutes. And Legolas' heart sank.
"It matters not," the other said then. He lifted the Elf's hips.
"You are as good as dead already."
Without preparation he pushed forward, entering him with one hard thrust, and Legolas shrieked when something inside of him tore. He felt his own blood that ironically seemed to lubricate his passage, helping the creature to ease its way into him.
"See? Even your body betrays yourself."
Thranduil's child trembled with the force of the movements. No lover's caress anymore. No loving endearment, nor soothing words.
He heard the other moan in exctasy when he neared release and bit his lip to keep himself from screaming in hate, in rage and disgrace. And most of all in shame. The one and only sense of it all was to humiliate him, to prove to him that he had not only lost control of his mind but also control of his own body, he did know that. But that still not answered the bitter question: If not his body and mind, then what did he have?
With a last push the other came, pumping his loathsome white liquid into him, filling him throughoutly and completely. Legolas wanted to yell and scream and shout, but in the end he did none of it all, enduring everything with silent dignity.
He clenched his fist when the figure removed, dressed up and walked away without uttering a single word.
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Thanks for all of your reviews! You make my day(s)!
All heil to: Gwyn (I can't be mad at Elrohir either ^_^),
anon-101-6 (well, I doubt you would have guessed that to happen? Thanks so much!),
on3, crazy-lil-nae-nae, lady darkness13, wicked samus, c0nfus3d, SireenC, Yami Meji no Minaraikou, legolas19, kaylie,
riva van dyk (answer to your question already explained in this chapter ;) ),
zelda saturn mistress, mina-chan,
rian(n)a (announcer's voice: will legolas ever find happiness, will the author ever get off of her angst trip? Because as long as that does not happen legolas will continue to hear the mean voices in his head telling him to sing songs from the chart list up and down! :þ ),
silmarien (thanks so much!),
legolaslover,
saiyajin peach18 (oh I once wrote quite a few dragonball fics as well but i have to admit that they are .. well... let's leave it at that and don't say anything further about it ;) Thanks so much for reviewing to every single chapter!),
esmerelda black,
cherry princess (i think I'll allow legolas some romance sometimes in the next chapters),
naru taru (danke danke! Meine englisch lehrerin mag mein englisch auch nicht, keine angst. Liegt wohl daran, dass ich bei all ihren exen und ausfragen ständig fehle)
oh by the way: I tried to translate those Sindarin sentences myself, so they are probably grammaically wrong in every place possible (because I was too lazy to go through the whole Sindarin grammar and just looked up what i deemed neccessary) But since somehow I got into my head that there *had* to be some elvish sentences made by myself alone (with help they would be probably correct) you will have to live with the mistakes. but it *does* look nice, doesn't it??? ;)