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She could not make out anything at all of her surroundings though she trained her eyes in all angles. She felt despair creeping up upon her and hopelessness before her. What is this? Is this the very Halls of Mandos? If so, then it is a disheartening place to be. She thought that she must be in a void for so it seemed because she couldn't see anything. Time here seems to be at a standstill and all was in confusion. But right below her feet was ground, solid and even, the only thing certain in this realm. This ground though, was endless and one could never make out whence they started or how far they had travelled. This couldn't truly be the Houses of The Dead. Where is Námo or Vairë, his spouse? Surely they must be somewhere if here is the Halls of Awaiting.
If this is not the Halls of Mandos then she had failed indeed. How will the curse be broken then? She buried her face in her hands and she realised that she still had a body and was not just a wandering spirit. What is she to do? She dropped to her knees. She felt all care and burden weighing down cruelly upon her shoulders. Worry enveloped her and hope seemed unreachable. What is she doing here? What could she do? "Legolas...," she called and her voice sounded small in the vast emptiness around her. Then she felt a light touch on her shoulder. She lifted her face and behold! She gazed upon a lady so beautiful that she found herself incompetent and she lowered her eyes, feeling that to look would be a discourtesy. Bright light shone around her, illuminating the entire space.
"I know what it is that troubles you, child and I sought to aid you," the lady said. But she did not speak with her lips. Rather, the words formed in Lalaith's mind as she spoke telepathically. "But I cannot help you myself for it is you who must do the work. Such is it with magic and the things about it. You alone can break the spell.
I have given you leave and allowed you to walk here and this is a great privilege but it comes with a price. You shall not walk in your own form but in the form of a deer as if one of my faithful companions. And because of that, you would not be able to speak."
Lalaith dared herself to look up with questioning eyes. How would she break the spell if she must be turned into an animal? Lalaith opened her mouth to speak but the lady placed her fingers upon her lips, assuring her to be silent.
"Do not let worry cloud your reasoning. Hope shall always be there, all you have to do is believe. The curse can be broken only by trust and love. Then the shadows shall trouble you no longer."
She took Lalaith's hands and lifted her to her feet but when Lalaith turned her eyes from the lady to look at her feet, she found that she was looking at her hands, which had turned into the front feet of a white deer. Fear and worry instantly filled her and her eyes showed her feelings.
The lady had long silver hair and a crown of silver leaver. A light of mischief was in her green eyes but in her eyes also were kindness and love that were of sincerity. She looked restless and her ways were hurried for she did not like to waste her time but she would suffer to be patient if that would help her achieve her goal. "Who is this lady?" Lalaith wondered.
Reading her mind, the lady smiled and said, "I am Nessa, the spouse of Tulkas, a Valar."
Lalaith's eyes widened with surprise and found herself unable to speak, as Nessa had said she would be, when she tried to. She tested her legs, hearing the clip-clop of her hooves upon the hard ground. She was still a little wobbly on her four feet. Lalaith looked up and asked in thought, "What do I have to do now?"
Nessa smiled again and stepped gracefully aside. A great door of dark mahogany stood looming behind her. Lalaith walked cautiously towards it and when the right hoof of her forefeet was almost touching the tough wood, the handle turned by itself and the big doors opened, creaking ever so softly.
Somehow, it's hard to believe
It's hard to contemplate letting go
And reaching out in trust
But you had to have faith, love and trust
Even if your world is grey And your dreams crumble into dust
How long will the darkness reign?
Is there still a light undimmed,
In this black and evil dream?
But you had to have faith, love and trust
Even if your world is grey And your hopes crumble into dust
Can you believe in the promises given?
Is it all just a lie, a treachery for the naïve?
How can you be sure of these?
But you had to have faith, love and trust
Even if your world is grey And your desires crumble into dust
Faith, love and trust...
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Legolas continued his endless march, blindly down the pathway. He walked without a clear purpose and when he tried to think, he realised that memories were fading fast from his mind. It is something that should not be happening for Elves were capable of remembering every single detail of what that had happened in the past. Even in their long lives, Elves could replay a memory in an instant and recall all occurrences no matter how long ago these events had took place. But Legolas could not remember how he came to be in this gloomy place. He could not remember who he was; much less remember his family, friends or people he knew. It is as if the memory was still in his mind but a cloud was hindering his reach, making sure that he could not grab hold of any single piece of his recollection. Legolas massaged his temples, trying not to think too hard now in case the headache grew worse.
Then, he frowned, thinking that this must be another trick of the eye or merely an illusion for not far before him stood a deer, timid and shy. It turned its head around to look at him and lifted one of its forefeet. Next thing he knew, the deer was running towards him and he took a step backwards to get out of the way so that it will not crash into him. The deer certainly look happy to see him though he could not understand why.
"Hello, little one. What are you doing here?" he asked the creature.
The deer made little noises in reply that he could not understand. Legolas chuckled. He could not believe that he just talked to an animal an expected it to reply in Elvish. Nevertheless, he was glad to have a companion rather than having to walk alone in this place. He walked and the deer followed close behind him. Legolas smiled and he could not shake the feeling that there was something familiar about the deer. Yet he did not know what.
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The river was still rushing wildly. Naur ran beside it, following the waves of the current. He hoped somehow to find Lalaith. He had run quite a distance but still there was no sign of her. Rea had gone to get help. Naur could not understand why she would jump into the river like that. He had not seen any Elf taking his or her own life before. Perhaps Lalaith was not attempting to commit suicide. She might be just standing near the stream and lost her balance, thus, falling into the raging water. Naur found that explanation more likely and quickened his pace. He must find her before she...He shook his head, running faster. He could not bear to think of an Elf drowning.
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The news spread really fast. Before noon, countless Mirkwood Elves had gathered beside the river and was searching for Lalaith. Rea was among them but her eyes were not seeking the elven-girl, she was looking for Naur. Sul and Alu had run ahead of everybody else down the side of the bank and Rea was right behind them. She gathered her skirt and ran hard, wishing that she could have worn long pants like the male elves instead.
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A/N: Yipes! Another short chapter =( So sorry about that. I feel that this chapter is so pointless and dull. I really am sorry if you feel the same way too. It all goes down to me being a lousy writer ... sigh ... Anyway, please review and flame me if you want to, I deserve it. And I think that I might be getting the writer's block again *sees writer's block creeping up behind me* *Shudders*
On a lighter note, Valentine's Day is just around the corner and I hope that I could enjoy it as much as I could despite me being extremely busy and I haven't even a date ( not that I am hoping to get one, though =P ) And well, I would like to wish you all a Happy Valentine's Day!
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Dear Snowmane, Thanks for the luck...I think I need all the luck I can get cause my driving is bad =P and the instructor smokes...eww...I can't concerntrate on my driving when I can't breathe *cough cough*
Dear Shimmering Omens, Yeah...I hate cliff hangers too but I couldn't help myself =P It's the best way to end a chapter =) Hope you like this one
Dear Undomiel, I've updated =) I think I'll answer your questions in the following chapters
Dear Starchild, I've written it...Hope you like this chapter
Dear Hebe Jebes, Am I really torturing you? Hehe...it is fun though =P Anyway, here's the next chapter. What do you think of it?
Dear Toby Keith Fanatic, It's the curse that's keeping Legolas unconscious. The Shadow had said that anyone who loves Lalaith would die. So in a way, Legolas is dying and Lalaith is trying to save him by killing himself. Aren't I cruel? =P
Dear Legolas Greenleaf's Lover, You don't have to wait =) Here's the next chapter
Dear Emely*Lyef, I can't believe you're still reading this story =) Thank you for the comments but I still think yours is way better than my humble fan fiction.
Dear Minty, I'm glad you like this fan fiction =) What do you think of this chapter?
Dear Lady Gwen of Avalon, Here's another poem for you =D and another chapter of my story. Do you like it?
She could not make out anything at all of her surroundings though she trained her eyes in all angles. She felt despair creeping up upon her and hopelessness before her. What is this? Is this the very Halls of Mandos? If so, then it is a disheartening place to be. She thought that she must be in a void for so it seemed because she couldn't see anything. Time here seems to be at a standstill and all was in confusion. But right below her feet was ground, solid and even, the only thing certain in this realm. This ground though, was endless and one could never make out whence they started or how far they had travelled. This couldn't truly be the Houses of The Dead. Where is Námo or Vairë, his spouse? Surely they must be somewhere if here is the Halls of Awaiting.
If this is not the Halls of Mandos then she had failed indeed. How will the curse be broken then? She buried her face in her hands and she realised that she still had a body and was not just a wandering spirit. What is she to do? She dropped to her knees. She felt all care and burden weighing down cruelly upon her shoulders. Worry enveloped her and hope seemed unreachable. What is she doing here? What could she do? "Legolas...," she called and her voice sounded small in the vast emptiness around her. Then she felt a light touch on her shoulder. She lifted her face and behold! She gazed upon a lady so beautiful that she found herself incompetent and she lowered her eyes, feeling that to look would be a discourtesy. Bright light shone around her, illuminating the entire space.
"I know what it is that troubles you, child and I sought to aid you," the lady said. But she did not speak with her lips. Rather, the words formed in Lalaith's mind as she spoke telepathically. "But I cannot help you myself for it is you who must do the work. Such is it with magic and the things about it. You alone can break the spell.
I have given you leave and allowed you to walk here and this is a great privilege but it comes with a price. You shall not walk in your own form but in the form of a deer as if one of my faithful companions. And because of that, you would not be able to speak."
Lalaith dared herself to look up with questioning eyes. How would she break the spell if she must be turned into an animal? Lalaith opened her mouth to speak but the lady placed her fingers upon her lips, assuring her to be silent.
"Do not let worry cloud your reasoning. Hope shall always be there, all you have to do is believe. The curse can be broken only by trust and love. Then the shadows shall trouble you no longer."
She took Lalaith's hands and lifted her to her feet but when Lalaith turned her eyes from the lady to look at her feet, she found that she was looking at her hands, which had turned into the front feet of a white deer. Fear and worry instantly filled her and her eyes showed her feelings.
The lady had long silver hair and a crown of silver leaver. A light of mischief was in her green eyes but in her eyes also were kindness and love that were of sincerity. She looked restless and her ways were hurried for she did not like to waste her time but she would suffer to be patient if that would help her achieve her goal. "Who is this lady?" Lalaith wondered.
Reading her mind, the lady smiled and said, "I am Nessa, the spouse of Tulkas, a Valar."
Lalaith's eyes widened with surprise and found herself unable to speak, as Nessa had said she would be, when she tried to. She tested her legs, hearing the clip-clop of her hooves upon the hard ground. She was still a little wobbly on her four feet. Lalaith looked up and asked in thought, "What do I have to do now?"
Nessa smiled again and stepped gracefully aside. A great door of dark mahogany stood looming behind her. Lalaith walked cautiously towards it and when the right hoof of her forefeet was almost touching the tough wood, the handle turned by itself and the big doors opened, creaking ever so softly.
Somehow, it's hard to believe
It's hard to contemplate letting go
And reaching out in trust
But you had to have faith, love and trust
Even if your world is grey And your dreams crumble into dust
How long will the darkness reign?
Is there still a light undimmed,
In this black and evil dream?
But you had to have faith, love and trust
Even if your world is grey And your hopes crumble into dust
Can you believe in the promises given?
Is it all just a lie, a treachery for the naïve?
How can you be sure of these?
But you had to have faith, love and trust
Even if your world is grey And your desires crumble into dust
Faith, love and trust...
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Legolas continued his endless march, blindly down the pathway. He walked without a clear purpose and when he tried to think, he realised that memories were fading fast from his mind. It is something that should not be happening for Elves were capable of remembering every single detail of what that had happened in the past. Even in their long lives, Elves could replay a memory in an instant and recall all occurrences no matter how long ago these events had took place. But Legolas could not remember how he came to be in this gloomy place. He could not remember who he was; much less remember his family, friends or people he knew. It is as if the memory was still in his mind but a cloud was hindering his reach, making sure that he could not grab hold of any single piece of his recollection. Legolas massaged his temples, trying not to think too hard now in case the headache grew worse.
Then, he frowned, thinking that this must be another trick of the eye or merely an illusion for not far before him stood a deer, timid and shy. It turned its head around to look at him and lifted one of its forefeet. Next thing he knew, the deer was running towards him and he took a step backwards to get out of the way so that it will not crash into him. The deer certainly look happy to see him though he could not understand why.
"Hello, little one. What are you doing here?" he asked the creature.
The deer made little noises in reply that he could not understand. Legolas chuckled. He could not believe that he just talked to an animal an expected it to reply in Elvish. Nevertheless, he was glad to have a companion rather than having to walk alone in this place. He walked and the deer followed close behind him. Legolas smiled and he could not shake the feeling that there was something familiar about the deer. Yet he did not know what.
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The river was still rushing wildly. Naur ran beside it, following the waves of the current. He hoped somehow to find Lalaith. He had run quite a distance but still there was no sign of her. Rea had gone to get help. Naur could not understand why she would jump into the river like that. He had not seen any Elf taking his or her own life before. Perhaps Lalaith was not attempting to commit suicide. She might be just standing near the stream and lost her balance, thus, falling into the raging water. Naur found that explanation more likely and quickened his pace. He must find her before she...He shook his head, running faster. He could not bear to think of an Elf drowning.
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The news spread really fast. Before noon, countless Mirkwood Elves had gathered beside the river and was searching for Lalaith. Rea was among them but her eyes were not seeking the elven-girl, she was looking for Naur. Sul and Alu had run ahead of everybody else down the side of the bank and Rea was right behind them. She gathered her skirt and ran hard, wishing that she could have worn long pants like the male elves instead.
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A/N: Yipes! Another short chapter =( So sorry about that. I feel that this chapter is so pointless and dull. I really am sorry if you feel the same way too. It all goes down to me being a lousy writer ... sigh ... Anyway, please review and flame me if you want to, I deserve it. And I think that I might be getting the writer's block again *sees writer's block creeping up behind me* *Shudders*
On a lighter note, Valentine's Day is just around the corner and I hope that I could enjoy it as much as I could despite me being extremely busy and I haven't even a date ( not that I am hoping to get one, though =P ) And well, I would like to wish you all a Happy Valentine's Day!
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Dear Snowmane, Thanks for the luck...I think I need all the luck I can get cause my driving is bad =P and the instructor smokes...eww...I can't concerntrate on my driving when I can't breathe *cough cough*
Dear Shimmering Omens, Yeah...I hate cliff hangers too but I couldn't help myself =P It's the best way to end a chapter =) Hope you like this one
Dear Undomiel, I've updated =) I think I'll answer your questions in the following chapters
Dear Starchild, I've written it...Hope you like this chapter
Dear Hebe Jebes, Am I really torturing you? Hehe...it is fun though =P Anyway, here's the next chapter. What do you think of it?
Dear Toby Keith Fanatic, It's the curse that's keeping Legolas unconscious. The Shadow had said that anyone who loves Lalaith would die. So in a way, Legolas is dying and Lalaith is trying to save him by killing himself. Aren't I cruel? =P
Dear Legolas Greenleaf's Lover, You don't have to wait =) Here's the next chapter
Dear Emely*Lyef, I can't believe you're still reading this story =) Thank you for the comments but I still think yours is way better than my humble fan fiction.
Dear Minty, I'm glad you like this fan fiction =) What do you think of this chapter?
Dear Lady Gwen of Avalon, Here's another poem for you =D and another chapter of my story. Do you like it?