Disclaimer: I DO own Lord of the Rings! I'll sell it to you with a bridge in Brooklyn that I also happen to own...(If you are believing any of this, then I am also the President of the United States and I own Ford Motor Company, New Line Cinema, and the country of England...) I'm kidding! I don't own anything okay! NOTHING!
Authors note: Alrighty then! Fast forward to Meduseld, just prior to Helm's Deep. I told you this was moving fast! Don't worry, from here on out is a little more fluid, just bear with me and you may be rewarded.
RESPONSES AT THE BOTTOM!
HOW IT HAPPENED
An Arrow and A Nerve
Theoden King commanded all his horsemen to mount and they were all to ride off for Helm's Deep that very day. Legolas and Celebros mounted their borrowed horses and rode off with Gandalf, Eomer, and Aragorn.
As they rode Eomer said to Aragorn, "I still cannot believe the tales you tell me of that elfmaid Celebros. You say she slew three wolves, and ten orcs in Moria? But she looks so delicate and lady like!"
"Believe it good Eomer," Aragorn said. "Under that gentle exterior beats the heart of a fierce warrior. I dare say she could be a match for you in a battle."
"Well we shall see how good she truly is in battle won't we," Eomer replied grimly.
Celebros was riding off, still enjoying the fact she was in leggings and a tunic not a dress. Unorthodox though it was, she decided she preferred the leggings to dresses.
They reached Helm's Deep and she stood next to Legolas, gazing out from the wall.
"Are you sure you wish to fight this night?" Legolas quietly asked.
"Quite sure," she firmly replied.
"Then you are forsaking your last chance to go into the safety of the caves?"
"Yes. After Moria, I never want to see the inside of a mountain again!" she seriously answered. Legolas laughed, even though it was not meant to be a jest.
"I am of the same mind," he said.
Before the battle began, Legolas and Celebros found themselves amongst the archers, waiting for the order to fire. Suddenly it was given and the battle commenced.
The ladders started coming up to the wall, and suddenly everyone was surrounded by orcs and Uruk-hai. Celebros fought wonderfully, killing many. Suddenly, an archer shot an arrow that found its way into her side, and she fell to the ground just as a lull in fighting began. Legolas rushed over to her.
"CELEBROS!" he cried as he fell by her prostrate form. An evil orc arrow was sticking out of her. Her eyes were wide open and unseeing, her breath faint, hardly there at all. Suddenly he was struck with a horrible, terrible thought. She was going to die.
"Legolas I think..." Celebros weakly said.
He stopped her. "Do not speak my love. Do not speak! I shall take you out of harms way. Be still mel nin! Do not die! You must not!" he pleaded with her.
She focused only on breathing. Legolas picked her up and carried her off to the Glittering Caves. He stayed by her, holding her hand and begging her not to die as tears began to fall. Suddenly it seemed as if her breath ceased, and he thought, "she must be dead. Elrond was wrong. She must be dead." His will to live shattered like thin glass. But being the warrior that he was, he forced himself to pull himself together and said farewell to his love. "Namarië Celebros mel nin. I may join you yet in death!" He kissed her yet warm hand and left her, knowing he had a duty to do, and sitting around and mourning her loss was not an option.
He turned his sadness to anger and fought fiercely in the battle, killing many. Once it was over, and the sun had dawned, he was approached by Aragorn.
"Legolas, I assume you know of Celebros, she's..."
Legolas stopped her. "I know." He sounded sad and remorseful and was slightly upset that Aragorn did not sound as distraught as he thought he should.
"Oh, well, if you wanted to stay here or..."
"Why? To stay would be pointless and to go home faithless. No, I must keep going. Besides, there is nothing more I can do here. I am fine." Legolas gazed out before him with eyes unfocused. To say nothing mattered to him would be false, somethings yet mattered to him, the safety of Middle-earth being towards the top, but all personal concerns were now gone with the death of his love Celebros. He had nothing to live for now save duty. He felt like his heart had died with her, and he wished only to perform his tasks then die. Or die while performing them.
"As you wish," Aragorn replied. Again, his tone was not as mournful as Legolas thought necessary.
"Then again, he yet has Arwen," Legolas thought.
They rode off to Isengard, and Legolas did not pay attention to anything about him. Parleying with the enemy seemed only a courteous exercise he must endure.
The night Pippin looked in the palantir, Legolas was not even aware of what was going on, only mourning the loss of his love. It seemed like he was in a perpetual wakeful sleep, doing actions like they were not more but reflexes, not thinking about anything, just doing. Aragorn pitied his friend, but whenever he approached him about it Legolas would only say, "I do not wish to speak of her." and the matter was ended.
When the Grey Company joined them, Elladan and Elrohir noted the horrible change in their friend's countenance immediately. Aragorn told them the story and they began to understand.
One day, during all of this, something in Legolas finally snapped. Perhaps it was the last nerve that we all refer to, but seldom ever truly reach that keeps us all sane, or something similar to sanity. Perhaps it was his will, none know, but whatever it was, it snapped, and thoroughly!
Though Legolas was unwilling to talk with Aragorn, or the Sons of Elrond, it does not mean he was unwilling to talk. Slowly everyone realized he was mumbling apparently to himself, but they could never catch the words he was saying.
His grief and the snapping was so complete, that it came to the point where the word dead or anything related to death was forbidden to be spoken. Suddenly, the Paths of the Dead became the Paths of the Cursed Folk.
As the Grey Company wandered through the Paths of the Cursed Folk, they thought they heard the murmur of the Dead following, but it was Legolas mumbling to himself.
"She's gone forever. There is naught left for me but to be alone and lament and grieve for her," Legolas mumbled to himself one day, while on the ships of the enemy and sailing to Minas Tirith. Suddenly he whipped an arrow out of his quiver and held it close to his face, as if examining it thoroughly. "You need a name. But what name? I know! LaFawnda. You look like you should be named LaFawnda. Yes, that is a good name! A very good name! What? You do not like it! Well that is to bad, for that is your name! Look! Your tip is pointy. It must be the pointy tip of the arrow!"
Aragorn heard him babbling to himself and began to realize to what extent Celebros impacted him. He decided he must confront him.
"Legolas my friend! How are you?" Aragorn cheerily greeted, trying to hide his fear of his friends strange behavior.
"I am as well as can be expected Aragorn. Have you met my new friend LaFawnda?" he asked holding up the arrow to Aragorn's face. Well, he sounded sane, despite the words he was uttering.
Aragorn bent back a little and looked at. "Yes, quite a lovely arrow. Legolas, we must talk! You are taking things far too hard! There is no reason you should be acting this way just because Celebros..."
He was not permitted to finish his sentence because at that name Legolas broke into sobs.
"I am sorry my friend, but you must listen to me," Aragorn said putting an arm around his crying friend.
"No! I wish to hear no more about her! How dare you accuse me of taking things to hard! I do have a good reason for acting this way! You do not understand!" he cried.
Aragorn gave a frustrated sigh. Why was his friend acting this way? Why had he suddenly gone mad? It made no sense, he said he wanted to go on and that he was fine, but his actions were screaming otherwise.
Legolas tore away from his friend and went to have a good cry in his room on ship.
Authors note: MWAHAHAHAHA! I am the epitome of all evil! Okay, so I'm not. Poor Legolas! Do not worry, as I said, this fanfic is not long. I just hope you all don't barbecue me over it! I swear to you all, if you only keep reading you shall be rewarded!