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The heavy curtains draped over large windows were adorned with embroidery of twinkling stars and Elves riding magnificent horses out hunting in dark blue nights and the thick curtains blocked out all light from outside, making the room dark and gloomy. Legolas lay upon his own bed and the warm covers were drawn up till it reached his chest and his hands were folded and laid upon his stomach. He was wearing light clothes and looked frail and weak though his features were that of a warrior. A grey wolf howled its song to the moon mournfully somewhere outside his room in the great stretch of the forest of Mirkwood and many of its kind answered the cry in return. It sounded like the sound of sorrow for the Elven-prince who was still unconscious though time passed and the healer still sought for a cure to awaken him.
Lalaith sat beside his bed, willing her prince to arise again. She hoped. No. She knew in her heart that he would open his eyes again. Everyone was worried about Legolas, even those who thought he would awaken soon, doubted. And the king was loosing his temper and grew frustrated every now and then. His servants feared him in his anger but they loved him still for he was a kindly king and a wise ruler. He was just worried about his son and they understood how he felt and so, they did their best to comfort and to reassure him that Legolas would be all right.
Unveil your sea-blue eyes
And look with me upon the skies
The birds fly in majestic sweeps
A sweet song resounding they keep
The humble irises bow low
As the wind across the river blows
Like little dancers robed in purple and pink
Near the twinkling water's brink
Unveil your eyes my love
And gaze at the stars above
Come, walk hand in hand with me
Over the green green grass so free
Awake from your slumber
Dance together on lush clover
Awake now I pray
That you would be fine again today
Someone knocked softly on the door and entered a moment after. Lalaith looked up and saw a tall elf walking in and placing a basin of water on a small table near the bed. She stood up and walked away so that the elf could do his job. He smiled politely at her as he soaked a clean towel in the water.
"Would you like to wait outside? Food has been prepared for you in the kitchen and the maids are waiting patiently for you to go downstairs and have your meal," he said, twisting the towel and the sound of water struck loud for the quiet atmosphere of the room. "You haven't eaten since yesterday."
"I do not feel like eating," Lalaith replied.
"It is not well for you not to eat. Go now," the elf said with the voice of a father, calling to his child for obedience.
But Lalaith stood silently near the edge of the bed and would not move. She wanted to be here and to look upon Legolas for she feared that if she is away, the shadows of the room might trouble him. She said a soft but firm "No" and wrung her slender hands. Besides, she did not know where else she ought to be. She blamed herself terribly for being the cause of Legolas' injury and felt it her duty to stay at all times by his side.
The elf sighed and turned back to his work. He uncovered Legolas and removed his bandages. The cuts were deep and cruel and Lalaith turned her eyes away for she could not bear the sight of them. The elf cleaned his wounds, shaking his head for the stubbornness of the girl. He had tried many times to advise her that she should sleep and eat and had failed. The towel, stained with red blood, turned the clear medicated water that the elf brought in into a bloody liquid as he washed the towel in the basin. Tears welled again in Lalaith's eyes. She wished she could somehow take those hurts away. She would rather have them upon herself than to see them stripe the fair skin of Legolas.
The tall elf bandaged Legolas up again with new strips of cloth and replaced the burned out candles upon the candlestands above an empty fireplace. "Don't hesitate to call if you need anything," he said, before closing the door as he walked out of the room. And Lalaith sat down on the chair again and waited.
Long they waited and the wounds on his body were soon healed completely and the healers were confused as to why Legolas slept yet in silent stillness.
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A bright light was slowly emanating around the bend of the narrow path he tread and he travelled faster, eager to reach the brightness for which he had long for since he discovered himself in this gloomy cave. Yet, he could not seem to reach it. It appeared to him that as he ran the light ran also away from him and he grew weary for the first time since he started walking in this uncertainty. A great weariness was upon him and he dragged his feet in the effort to reach the light. He looked and squinted as he drew his nearest to the source of the brilliance and saw with bewilderment that it had the form and figure of a women with long silver hair and in her hair was entwined beautiful leaves wrought of a bright silver. She turned around to look at him and laughed merrily before disappearing. She disappeared before his very eyes in the image of a silver, white deer though he called for her to stop and darkness yet again surrounded him.
Feeling really tired, he dropped himself to the ground and there, sat till his exhaustion wore off. Then, a name came to his mind; Lalaith. And he called in vain into the darkness for the still air swallowed up his voice even as it left his lips. He called one last time and was glad to hear his own voice though it sounded weak. Suddenly, as a reply, a soft and comforting voice was heard. "Legolas, I am here," said the voice. And he smiled for he was comforted and new strength surged through him. He did not know to whom the name belonged to for he was getting forgetful and his memory of who he himself is was also unclear. Yet he knew that he loved the name.
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Lalaith had fallen asleep as she sat beside Legolas' bed but was then awakened by his voice. She stood from her chair and leaned closer to distinguish what he was murmuring about. And she heard her name being called. Lalaith took his hand and held it close to her cheek as she touched his face. Is he finally waking up? Tears filled her eyes yet again and she whispered, "Legolas, Legolas, I am here. Wake up. Come back to the light!" But Legolas had stopped calling for her.
Lalaith burst out of the room and ran down the stair right into the Elven-king of Mirkwood. The king looked with surprise at her as she bowed and apologised. "What is it?" the king asked anxiously, with a wave of his hand, his advisor who was standing beside him went to call for the healers. "Is Legolas awake?" Thranduil asked, walking hurriedly towards his son's room.
"No. Legolas...the prince...he spoke. He called my name," Lalaith replied and she thought it sounded stupid. But the king was heartened and he entered the room.
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Lalaith walked with slow, reluctant steps towards the kitchen. The king himself had commanded her to leave Legolas' room and have her meal for she wouldn't have gone to the kitchen otherwise. There had not been any change to Legolas' conditions according to the healers though Lalaith was loath to believe it. The maids in the kitchen asked her what she would like to eat and when she said she did not feel like eating anything, they gave her some bread and butter and a cup of sweet tea. And of those, she ate and drank a little without really tasting what she was eating.
Lalaith was then led to a guestroom for she was also commanded to rest and she did not dare to defy the king's orders. The room was cosy and candles were lit on the shelf and one on a small table beside the bed. The curtains were of the same material as those in Legolas' room but the embroidery was of leaves and flowers in a lovely summer day. Lalaith thanked the maid who led her there and closed the door softly. She paced in her room with frustration and stopped a moment before the heavy curtains and flung them open. And she looked upon a lovely garden, the sweet daffodils before her window greeted her in the silvery moonlight and the leaves of the huge trees around rustled in the night wind. It brought back the memories of her home, of the forbidden gardens that she used to enter secretly, a place for her to sing and dance and forget her worries.
Then she saw a thrush, a common-looking bird upon a branch. It was singing and dancing to itself in the night. She saw the bird and she recognised it as the one who led them in the forest. Quickly, she unfastened the latch on the window and pushed it wide open into the garden and jumped outside but the bird was gone by then though she searched long for it among the trees.
Sadness filled her heart. She walked in the gardens but felt not the urge to dance. The pond glimmered and reflected the light from the moon as Lalaith gazed into its waters. The sound of crickets chirping filled the air and an occasional croak of a frog could be heard. Not to far away, there a river rushed softly. Lalaith look to the moon and it seemed to look down with pity upon her and the stars shone bright for there weren't any cloud in the sky that night.
"Remember, elf. You could love no one and the one who loves you will certainly die." The words of the Shadow chanted in her mind.
"I do not love him neither does he has any feelings for me!" she cried to the sky. But she knew she was lying and she wept. From a window in Legolas' room, Thranduil watched.
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Lalaith climbed back into her room, closing the window and drawing the curtains. She dropped into the bed and stared at the ceiling for a while before falling asleep.
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Lalaith looked around and found herself in a dark room. She was still in the guestroom but there was very little light in the room for the candles had all burned out. She was sitting on her bed in the middle of a conversation with someone in front of her but she could not make out who the person was.
"There is only one way you can break the spell," the figure said, walking closer. "Death!" it hissed. It was now right in front of her, its icy breath blowing on her face and she sat back with fear. "Till death do us part...!"
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Lalaith awoke with a start. Sweat lined her forehead and her heart was racing. It was only a dream but it felt so real. Her room was brightly lit and the candles had not burned out yet. She sighed and wiped the sweat with the back of her hand. She found herself unable to sleep again and so she sat, pondering about what the dream might mean. Then she realised what she had to do.
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A/N : Back into the writing mood again =) I really miss you all. ROTK was AWESOME!!! I can't wait for the release of the DVD and well, I was wondering if there would be any extended versions of it. The movie seemed a bit rushed and a lot of the original story has been neglected like the wedding of Faramir and Eowyn. I was actually hoping to see them both together but all they showed was them standing together at the coronation...sigh...
So, erm...how do you like the chapter? Please review and tell me what you think about it. It saddens me to find the number reviews I receive declining =( REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!
Dear Lady Gwen of Avalon, Thank you for reviewing =) Here is another chapter for you
Dear Toby Keith Fanatic, Yup I agree Legolas is HOTT *Burns finger while touching a printed picture of Legolas* =P
Dear Snowmane, How's your home now? Finished with the renovations? Hope you like this chapter and the last one
Dear Emily-Dufleng, You fanfiction is way better than mine =) Hope you don't mind me reading all of them. I can't help myself.
The heavy curtains draped over large windows were adorned with embroidery of twinkling stars and Elves riding magnificent horses out hunting in dark blue nights and the thick curtains blocked out all light from outside, making the room dark and gloomy. Legolas lay upon his own bed and the warm covers were drawn up till it reached his chest and his hands were folded and laid upon his stomach. He was wearing light clothes and looked frail and weak though his features were that of a warrior. A grey wolf howled its song to the moon mournfully somewhere outside his room in the great stretch of the forest of Mirkwood and many of its kind answered the cry in return. It sounded like the sound of sorrow for the Elven-prince who was still unconscious though time passed and the healer still sought for a cure to awaken him.
Lalaith sat beside his bed, willing her prince to arise again. She hoped. No. She knew in her heart that he would open his eyes again. Everyone was worried about Legolas, even those who thought he would awaken soon, doubted. And the king was loosing his temper and grew frustrated every now and then. His servants feared him in his anger but they loved him still for he was a kindly king and a wise ruler. He was just worried about his son and they understood how he felt and so, they did their best to comfort and to reassure him that Legolas would be all right.
Unveil your sea-blue eyes
And look with me upon the skies
The birds fly in majestic sweeps
A sweet song resounding they keep
The humble irises bow low
As the wind across the river blows
Like little dancers robed in purple and pink
Near the twinkling water's brink
Unveil your eyes my love
And gaze at the stars above
Come, walk hand in hand with me
Over the green green grass so free
Awake from your slumber
Dance together on lush clover
Awake now I pray
That you would be fine again today
Someone knocked softly on the door and entered a moment after. Lalaith looked up and saw a tall elf walking in and placing a basin of water on a small table near the bed. She stood up and walked away so that the elf could do his job. He smiled politely at her as he soaked a clean towel in the water.
"Would you like to wait outside? Food has been prepared for you in the kitchen and the maids are waiting patiently for you to go downstairs and have your meal," he said, twisting the towel and the sound of water struck loud for the quiet atmosphere of the room. "You haven't eaten since yesterday."
"I do not feel like eating," Lalaith replied.
"It is not well for you not to eat. Go now," the elf said with the voice of a father, calling to his child for obedience.
But Lalaith stood silently near the edge of the bed and would not move. She wanted to be here and to look upon Legolas for she feared that if she is away, the shadows of the room might trouble him. She said a soft but firm "No" and wrung her slender hands. Besides, she did not know where else she ought to be. She blamed herself terribly for being the cause of Legolas' injury and felt it her duty to stay at all times by his side.
The elf sighed and turned back to his work. He uncovered Legolas and removed his bandages. The cuts were deep and cruel and Lalaith turned her eyes away for she could not bear the sight of them. The elf cleaned his wounds, shaking his head for the stubbornness of the girl. He had tried many times to advise her that she should sleep and eat and had failed. The towel, stained with red blood, turned the clear medicated water that the elf brought in into a bloody liquid as he washed the towel in the basin. Tears welled again in Lalaith's eyes. She wished she could somehow take those hurts away. She would rather have them upon herself than to see them stripe the fair skin of Legolas.
The tall elf bandaged Legolas up again with new strips of cloth and replaced the burned out candles upon the candlestands above an empty fireplace. "Don't hesitate to call if you need anything," he said, before closing the door as he walked out of the room. And Lalaith sat down on the chair again and waited.
Long they waited and the wounds on his body were soon healed completely and the healers were confused as to why Legolas slept yet in silent stillness.
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A bright light was slowly emanating around the bend of the narrow path he tread and he travelled faster, eager to reach the brightness for which he had long for since he discovered himself in this gloomy cave. Yet, he could not seem to reach it. It appeared to him that as he ran the light ran also away from him and he grew weary for the first time since he started walking in this uncertainty. A great weariness was upon him and he dragged his feet in the effort to reach the light. He looked and squinted as he drew his nearest to the source of the brilliance and saw with bewilderment that it had the form and figure of a women with long silver hair and in her hair was entwined beautiful leaves wrought of a bright silver. She turned around to look at him and laughed merrily before disappearing. She disappeared before his very eyes in the image of a silver, white deer though he called for her to stop and darkness yet again surrounded him.
Feeling really tired, he dropped himself to the ground and there, sat till his exhaustion wore off. Then, a name came to his mind; Lalaith. And he called in vain into the darkness for the still air swallowed up his voice even as it left his lips. He called one last time and was glad to hear his own voice though it sounded weak. Suddenly, as a reply, a soft and comforting voice was heard. "Legolas, I am here," said the voice. And he smiled for he was comforted and new strength surged through him. He did not know to whom the name belonged to for he was getting forgetful and his memory of who he himself is was also unclear. Yet he knew that he loved the name.
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Lalaith had fallen asleep as she sat beside Legolas' bed but was then awakened by his voice. She stood from her chair and leaned closer to distinguish what he was murmuring about. And she heard her name being called. Lalaith took his hand and held it close to her cheek as she touched his face. Is he finally waking up? Tears filled her eyes yet again and she whispered, "Legolas, Legolas, I am here. Wake up. Come back to the light!" But Legolas had stopped calling for her.
Lalaith burst out of the room and ran down the stair right into the Elven-king of Mirkwood. The king looked with surprise at her as she bowed and apologised. "What is it?" the king asked anxiously, with a wave of his hand, his advisor who was standing beside him went to call for the healers. "Is Legolas awake?" Thranduil asked, walking hurriedly towards his son's room.
"No. Legolas...the prince...he spoke. He called my name," Lalaith replied and she thought it sounded stupid. But the king was heartened and he entered the room.
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Lalaith walked with slow, reluctant steps towards the kitchen. The king himself had commanded her to leave Legolas' room and have her meal for she wouldn't have gone to the kitchen otherwise. There had not been any change to Legolas' conditions according to the healers though Lalaith was loath to believe it. The maids in the kitchen asked her what she would like to eat and when she said she did not feel like eating anything, they gave her some bread and butter and a cup of sweet tea. And of those, she ate and drank a little without really tasting what she was eating.
Lalaith was then led to a guestroom for she was also commanded to rest and she did not dare to defy the king's orders. The room was cosy and candles were lit on the shelf and one on a small table beside the bed. The curtains were of the same material as those in Legolas' room but the embroidery was of leaves and flowers in a lovely summer day. Lalaith thanked the maid who led her there and closed the door softly. She paced in her room with frustration and stopped a moment before the heavy curtains and flung them open. And she looked upon a lovely garden, the sweet daffodils before her window greeted her in the silvery moonlight and the leaves of the huge trees around rustled in the night wind. It brought back the memories of her home, of the forbidden gardens that she used to enter secretly, a place for her to sing and dance and forget her worries.
Then she saw a thrush, a common-looking bird upon a branch. It was singing and dancing to itself in the night. She saw the bird and she recognised it as the one who led them in the forest. Quickly, she unfastened the latch on the window and pushed it wide open into the garden and jumped outside but the bird was gone by then though she searched long for it among the trees.
Sadness filled her heart. She walked in the gardens but felt not the urge to dance. The pond glimmered and reflected the light from the moon as Lalaith gazed into its waters. The sound of crickets chirping filled the air and an occasional croak of a frog could be heard. Not to far away, there a river rushed softly. Lalaith look to the moon and it seemed to look down with pity upon her and the stars shone bright for there weren't any cloud in the sky that night.
"Remember, elf. You could love no one and the one who loves you will certainly die." The words of the Shadow chanted in her mind.
"I do not love him neither does he has any feelings for me!" she cried to the sky. But she knew she was lying and she wept. From a window in Legolas' room, Thranduil watched.
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Lalaith climbed back into her room, closing the window and drawing the curtains. She dropped into the bed and stared at the ceiling for a while before falling asleep.
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Lalaith looked around and found herself in a dark room. She was still in the guestroom but there was very little light in the room for the candles had all burned out. She was sitting on her bed in the middle of a conversation with someone in front of her but she could not make out who the person was.
"There is only one way you can break the spell," the figure said, walking closer. "Death!" it hissed. It was now right in front of her, its icy breath blowing on her face and she sat back with fear. "Till death do us part...!"
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Lalaith awoke with a start. Sweat lined her forehead and her heart was racing. It was only a dream but it felt so real. Her room was brightly lit and the candles had not burned out yet. She sighed and wiped the sweat with the back of her hand. She found herself unable to sleep again and so she sat, pondering about what the dream might mean. Then she realised what she had to do.
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A/N : Back into the writing mood again =) I really miss you all. ROTK was AWESOME!!! I can't wait for the release of the DVD and well, I was wondering if there would be any extended versions of it. The movie seemed a bit rushed and a lot of the original story has been neglected like the wedding of Faramir and Eowyn. I was actually hoping to see them both together but all they showed was them standing together at the coronation...sigh...
So, erm...how do you like the chapter? Please review and tell me what you think about it. It saddens me to find the number reviews I receive declining =( REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!
Dear Lady Gwen of Avalon, Thank you for reviewing =) Here is another chapter for you
Dear Toby Keith Fanatic, Yup I agree Legolas is HOTT *Burns finger while touching a printed picture of Legolas* =P
Dear Snowmane, How's your home now? Finished with the renovations? Hope you like this chapter and the last one
Dear Emily-Dufleng, You fanfiction is way better than mine =) Hope you don't mind me reading all of them. I can't help myself.