Sorry if that last chapter was kinda confusing. What happened was Legolas got in a car crash (that was pretty easy to tell) and that when Melannen killed herself Elladan was allowed to come back as an Elf just so that he could revive her, but the problem was that he would have to die in order to do so. Sorry, that probably did not help much. I'll try to keep the next chapters from being so confuzzling. Oh yeah, and the song From This Moment is by Shania Twain. I did change the summary and title if anyone was wondering. I thought ORCS was a bit . . . . just not a very good title. Enough blabbing, to the story.
Legolas drug himself out of the water and onto the muddy bank, his clothes were soaked and it took all of his strength just to lift himself from the river. His vision was blurred and his head throbbed painfully from the impact. The Prince collapsed onto the soft ground, and just lay there, trying to catch his breath. He coughed and vomited, expelling all of the water he had consumed. Blue lights flashed brightly above him and hurt his eyes. Ambulances and police cars lined the bridge, their sirens seeming unusually harsh. He struggled to stand, but could only make it to the kneeling position before a wave of excruciating pain knocked him back down.
Gripping a small sapling which he had fallen beside, Legolas pulled himself up to the standing position. He staggered forward for a few steps and had to grab another tree so that he would not fall. His left arm hung useless beside him, he guessed that it had been broken. Legolas grimaced in pain when he tried to move it. He limped forward, grasping at everything for support. The Prince leaned heavily against a tall oak, and wiped his forehead with his sleeve, only to be rewarded by the sight of his own blood. Strange, meaningless memories flooded into his mind. One was of the shirt Elladan had been wearing when he was killed, it said It is a nice day today, I think I will surprise everyone and not take my medication. The thought made him laugh, though the act was painful. Melannen had been wearing a matching one, except the saying was somewhat different. He figured Elladan had made her get it, Wanted: meaningful overnight relationship.
Legolas felt so awful, his actions had been impulsive and foolish, and he knew that now he would never get to make amends for them. He knew that he probably would never see Melannen again. The thought made his heart burn. He slowly continued on his way, each step being more painful than the last. Eventually he clambered back up onto the highway, and, walking along the side, slowly put miles behind him. The Elf had not the slightest clue where he was headed, he just knew he had to get there. And fast.
The night had grown old when suddenly the feeling of despair became too great and he could not continue. His knees buckled beneath him and he could not contain the cry of anguish that escaped his parted lips. He bowed his golden head in an attempt to hold back the tears that threatened to spill forth, but it was in vain. All hope was lost.
Melannen spent the next two hours explaining everything to Margaret, leaving out, of course, anything to do with Elves. The old lady was thoroughly shaken and completely mortified. It is so terrible, Maggie thought to herself, That such a handsome young man would so quickly die during a seizure after many years of dealing with the ailment. She shrugged off the thought that perhaps Rachael was lying and that maybe was more than she seemed. Ridiculous. she reminded herself.
Maggie had always been a pious woman and someone to never judge another unfairly, so when she suddenly wanted to jump to hasty and baseless conclusions about 'Daniel,' she was more than slightly surprised at herself. Elladan, the dog, had always seemed so well behaved and had never strayed far from home, according to Rachael. Therefore, the old widow had no reason to discredit the source, but it seemed odd that on the same night he would go so crazy and dash out of the unlocked gate. Very odd. She also found it suspicious that a mere scrape could have caused all that blood. Though, as always, Maggie believed that her friend was telling the truth until proven otherwise. Melannen had convinced Margaret to stay in her room while authorities came and took the body away, but had she known about Elves, and half-elves, she would have known that nothing of the sort was necessary. Maggie certainly felt pity for Rachael, having lost a friend who she had known "forever."
The two women sat in the kitchen, sipping coffee and trying to place in order the day's events. They talked about this and that, mainly unimportant things. Where they went to school, first jobs, lovers, and anything else that came to mind. This is how they were when there were three sharp knocks on the front door. Maggie looked up at the clock, it was past midnight. More knocks split the air. Melannen stood up, and motioned for Maggie to stay where she was.
The Elf walked slowly to the door and opened it, gasping at what she saw. Legolas stood there, dripping wet and his white shirt stained with blood. There was a large gash on his forehead and he was bruised terribly all over. His left eye was nearly swollen shut.
"Legolas . . . . what happened?" she asked, rushing up to him. Before giving him time to answer she took his hand and led him into the house. "Maggie!"
The old woman, expecting trouble, rushed out. "What is it?" she asked, frightened. Upon seeing Legolas, she almost fainted.
"Maggie! Get some water boiling, and bring me the small black bag beside my bed, and a rag. Please hurry!" she pleaded, Maggie had gone to do as she was told within seconds.
When Melannen turned her attention back to Legolas, she found that he was just staring at her with a devilish smile. "What is so funny?" she demanded.
"Nothing." he said, grinning wider.
"Do you want me to break your other arm as well?"
He raised an eyebrow at her threat, "For some reason I highly doubt you would do that." he said, saucy and annoyingly sure of himself, as usual. He winced as he shifted his position.
She exhaled loudly in frustration. "What happened?" she asked again.
"A car accident."
Suddenly another realization came upon her, "How did you find me?"
"I have a sixth sense."
"Legolas, stop it. Really, how did you find me?"
"I told you. Elvish intuition."
Maggie scurried over to them and handed Melannen what she had asked for. "Thank you, Maggie." She pulled a few dark leaves from the small leather pouch and put them in the hot water which she had placed on the ground beside the sofa where Legolas was laying on his side. After a minute or so, she doused the rag with the sweet smelling mixture and began to dab his wounds.
"Are you blushing?" he asked, and drew back when she hit an open sore.
"No. But not even you can say that everything is the same as the last time I had to do this."
"Are you talking about after my little scrape with Remnul or that incident at the lake?"
She threw the rag at him. "That was uncalled for." she was about to make another remark when he wrapped his good arm around her and pulled her to him. When their lips met, Melannen tried to pull away but his embrace was strong and she found herself in a familiar situation. Doing something she thought was completely dishonorable, but knowing that nothing could keep her from not doing so. It bugged her a little, not that she was particularly thinking about it at that time.
Author's note: good. I got that over with. I have been fretting about messing that up for a very long time. whew. more to come, so please (as always) review!
