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Chapter 15: The Sea Elves' Whistle, or The End

Lerolas and Sokka ran down the steps. Sokka held his knife high and proud, threatening to use it if anyone dared get in their way. Lerolas made sure her dagger was at hand, and had an arrow nocked in her bow.

They were racing to the dock, they had to stop the fleet. They had to…

I won't fail, I won't fail, I won't fail, Iwon'tfailIwon'tfailIwon'tfail… Lerolas repeated the mantra over and over in her head.

"Fish, young lady?" A young man asked. Lerolas literally threw him away.

Sokka felt frightened by Lerolas. She had such raw power.

Don't fear her. Fear for her.

A voice whispered. Sokka paid no mind to the fact that a voice had spoken in his head. He listened.

"We have to hurry and get to the docks." Lerolas panted. Sokka found himself struggling to keep up with the Elf's long strides.

"Lerolas… slow… down!" Sokka panted, then collapsed to the ground.

Lerolas paused. She looked from Sokka, to the horizon and the setting sun. She had taken long enough with taking care of Souzen, she could not have Sokka wearing her down. And yet, she couldn't just leave him here.

Lerolas bit her lip. What would mother do? What would Legolas do?

"I would take him with me. Never leave a fallen comrade behind." Lerolas gasped.

"Legolas?" She couldn't believe. That was indeed her cousin's voice, but how?

Never mind it! Grab Sokka, and get to the docks!

Lerolas sighed.

She grabbed Sokka, and slung his arm over her shoulder, and began to drag him the rest of the way.

Lerolas strained. Good lord, this kid was heavy! What on earth did he eat? Sweat broke out on her brow/

You've been in Life too long. Humanity is taking away your strength.

Don't care. Must reach dock.

Finally, Sokka caught his breath, and could make it the rest of the way on his own. But he was forced to carry Lerolas. Considering she had exhausted herself pulling him.

By the time they reached the dock, the sun had gotten past the horizon, and the ships were far away. But Lerolas and Sokka could still make out what they were.

Sokka dropped Lerolas when he saw the ships. Lerolas landed on the wooden deck with an 'oof' and glared at Sokka. But horror over claimed her when she saw the ships. They were too far away for Lerolas's arrows, and only a truly fast and deadly ship could stop the fleet now.

Sokka fell to his knees.

"We failed." Was all he could say.

Lerolas rose to her feet, an unreadable expression on her face. It almost looked as if she were being controlled.

With the night behind them, and the sun in front of them, the Elf looked… unworldly.

"All is not lost…." Lerolas whispered, a hand trailing up her side.

"You see, I am indeed a Forest Elf, on my mother's side. But…" Her hand started to fiddle with the edge of her tunic.

"My father was Sea Elf." Her hand went down her shirt to grasp something.

"And his family, one whistle is handed down generation to generation." Lerolas slowly pulled out a gold sea whistle, carved from Dwarf gold, and carved in Elven ruin.

"It shall call the Sea Elves and their boats, when they are needed." Lerolas slowly put the whistle to her lips.

"And they are needed now." Lerolas blew one, true clear note. Sokka put his hands over his ears, as did everyone else in Souzen. For the Sea Elves' whistle could be heard for miles.

The note slowly changed into a long, slow song, and it brought many to tears. Even as she played it, silent, sad tears rolled down Lerolas's cheeks.

She cried, for she never knew her father. Her father had given it to her mother, telling her to give it to his unborn child.

She cried, for she had lost love, but found it, only to lose it, and find it once more. But love will be lost, one more time. Before her love would last. She cried for her mother, who she could have saved. She cried for her twin brothers, who she had abandoned. She cried for the dead, innocent child, who lay dead in the Throne Room of the Palace. She cried for the spirit of the grandmother who lay weeping next to the child. She cried for the unconscious Lord and Lady who lay in the Sick Wing, her cousin, every soul, dead, alive, and in-between, on earth, she cried for the young man next to her, whom loved her, and she loved back, but most importantly,

Lerolas cried for she would never see Sokka again.

And with one last, sad note, the song was over. Lerolas collapsed in Sokka's arms, weeping.

"I love you." Lerolas cried, she flung her arms around Sokka's neck, and buried her face in his shoulder. Sokka placed his arms around her waist, and held her close.

"I love you too." Sokka whispered into her auburn hair.

Lerolas sniffed, and looked out to sea.

A Sea Elf listened attentively for anything and everything, when he heard a song float to his ears.

"The whistle!" He cried. He blew the horn, alerting all the Elves. They all grabbed bows, quivers of arrows, daggers, swords, everything. The Whistle had called them to war, and they were going to the aid of the Player.

The Elf listened as the song ended. His clear blue eyes widened.

"Mantaria." He whispered, before he leapt into the final boat, before they all left harbor.

He sat at the back of the boat, steering. They saw the red ships ahead, which were the reason of their calling.

He looked back, and his Elf eyes saw a sad, and lonely sight far, far away. A boy in blue, with a small ponytail, stood on the dock, hugging a young lady. She had deep red hair, shocking brown eyes, and dressed like a Forest Elf Archer. He saw the leaf of Lorien, clear as day.

He felt a strange pain when he saw the golden whistle hang around her neck. He closed his eyes, and silently let a tear run down his cheek.

"Hello, and goodbye, daughter."

Lerolas saw the man in the final ship look at her, and she faintly heard his words.

Father.

"My father." Lerolas sighed, and leaned into Sokka.

The couple watched as the Sea Elves destroyed Souzen's fleet, and Lerolas bid goodbye to her kin as they sailed back to their harbors.

Lerolas's knees buckled, and she clung to Sokka like a lifeline.

If she were still alive.

Sokka supported Lerolas as they walked back to the Palace.

Lerolas put a hand on Sierra's shoulder.

"I'm sorry. He cannot be saved." Lerolas whispered to the dead Fire Lady. Sierra stood up.

"I'll just have to wait for the next one." And Sierra was gone.

"Sokka?" Lerolas and Sokka looked up to see Zuko and Katara walk into the Throne Room. Brother and sister stared at each for a few moments, before they ran to each other and embraced.

"I've missed you." Sokka whispered. Katara smiled.

"I'm sorry for being so horrible these past few years."

"It's ok." Lerolas and Zuko walked up to each other, and had a stare down. Finally, Lerolas turned and walked away, leaving Zuko broken hearted, he had wanted to say sorry.

Aang suddenly popped up out of nowhere. Avatar and waterbender embraced.

"How'd you get out?" Katara asked. Aang grinned.

"I have my ways." He said slyly.

Thanks, Hei Bai.

Everyone was happy, until a blue light shone up from on the throne. Lerolas began to walk towards it, drawn by the light. Sokka grabbed her hand.

"No, don't go. Stay, here, with me." Sokka pleaded.

"With us." Katara added. Everyone felt surprised, considering Katara's jealousy issue. Lerolas shook her head, feeling the tears, and took her hand away.

"No, Sokka, I have to go. My time in Life has ended, forever." Sokka shook his head, and ran in front of Lerolas, tears welling his eyes. The tears started to stream down his cheeks when he saw that they were in the Elf's eyes too.

"I'm sorry, Sokka. I wish I could see you in the after life, but there are people I have been meaning to talk to for these past 22 years." Lerolas placed a gentle last kiss on Sokka's lips.

"I love you." She whispered. Sokka kissed her back.

"I love you too." He whispered.

"Goodbye." She said solemnly, and walked into the light. And Lerolas the Archer was gone.

Sokka fell to the ground, sobbing.

"I miss her." Was all he could say. Everyone gathered round him, silent tears streaking down their cheeks.

"We all do, Sokka, we all do." Aang said sadly.

Lerolas walked forward through the light, and stopped when she heard a gentle voice.

"Hello, Lerolas, where have you been all these years?" Lerolas smiled.

"I'm been away, Mom, I've been away."

The End

Here end the accounts of Lerolas the Archer's after life. These two tales are all the accounts I could find of the Elf for now, but I shall continue to look into this matter, and will alert you all when I have found something.

INSANITY AT ITS FINEST
LONG LIVE THE HIPPIES!

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