Discaimer: I still don't own anything.
Chapter 2 In Dreams
We ran. The stretch of distance between the three of us and the Uruks that held our comrades captive seemed to grow with every step. Memories flashed through my mind as I ran. I saw Boromir as he must have been as he battled numerous Uruk-hai, Pippin and Merry close by. Then an image of the two hobbits lying dead at the hands of those vile creatures came into my mind. Boromir was dead because I had not come to his aid in time. They were dying because I would not reach them in time. I sprang ahead, pushing myself as fast as I could.
"Legolas!" Aragorn called. "Legolas!" I slowed down, reluctantly, to see what he wanted.
"Running blindly in the wrong directiion will not benefit the Hobbits. Night is nearly here and the Uruks will not leave a clear trail. If we continue the persuit, we must track them." I bowed my head, seeing that my haste had driven all reason from me. Aragorn lifted my chin.
"Laonen oro estel mellon nin. (do not give up hope, my friend.) We will find them." I nodded and stood there a moment while Aragorn began tracking. Soon enought, Gimli ran up, gasping for breath, and I was off again, making certain to stay behing Aragorn, lest my haste get the better of me.
We went on in this manner, night and day, for three days. All the while, I had the disturbing feeling of eyes watching us from somewhere, eyes that I couldn't see. By sunset of the third day, my companions were exhausted. Although I desired to race on, I knew it was best for the entire group if we stopped. We didn't make a camp; we just lay down in the grass. I rested until I heard Gimli snoring a few feet away. Then I rose and glanced out at the world around us. Far ahead of us was Fangorn forest. I could only guess from the faint light that I saw that the party of Uruk-hai was somewhere along its borders. I heard Aragorn rise behind me.
"They are far away," I informed him, turning to face the ranger. He sighed and lay down to sleep again. I hoped he would not dream of the Hobbits. I began to doubt whether our persuit was in vain, but then I looked up at the stars and in my heart I knew they were still alive, despite the cruelty of the Uruks. I lay down and gazed into the starry sky for a long time before I fell asleep.
"Legolas,"my mother called. "Nurta!(hide)!" I scampered up a nearby tree and strung my bow, prepared to defend my people. It seemed as if the orcs came from all sides. I breathed hard to steady my young, panicked body. I focused on the largest orc that was nearest to my mother, pulled an arrow from my quiver, and let it fly. The shot was on target and the orc fell, but more came to take its place. There were too many for me to shoot down and soon I could no longer see my mother. Eventually, the orc army dispersed and I raced down the tree to my mother's side.
"Nanaeth!" I shouted.
"Legolas, ninion (my son)," she called from her place on the ground. Even at my young age, I could tell she was badly wounded.
"Tol, nin celich lena atar. (come, I will take you to father)" My mother shook her head.
"Hon telin na nin (he will come to me)." Sure enough, as she spoke, my father approached.
"Daelaer," he called my mother's name. "Legolas, kel.(go)"
"Thach, Legolas, dartho guin nin. Nin fir." (No, Legolas, stay with me. I am dying.) My blue eyes expressed the shock and horror that I held within my heart. "Legolas, le oio guin nin uren. A-si i-dhuath u-orthor. (You are always with my heart. The shadow does not hold sway yet) meleth nin." My father held her hand as her spirit rose. It's shape was clouded through my tears.
"Legolas," I heard my mother's voice calling my name, again, and again, and again. Slowly, the voice grew louder and then changed completely.
"Legolas!" Boromir called. The horn of Gondor sounded loudly against the cries of a thousand charging Uruk-hai. "Legolas!" he shouted again as he drove his blade as he drove his blade through one enemy fighter after another. Nearby, Pippin and Merry fell their share of the creatures of Isengard. "Legolas!" the Gondorian cried as an arrow smashed into his chest. Looking at the Hobbits, he rose and continued fighting. Another arrow hit him as he cried out again. A final arrow connected as he fought with a particularely fiesty Uruk. Then he collapsed, mouthing my name. I wanted to flee from the scene, but I could not. I was trapped there, my eyes forced to behold the final moments of Boromir of Gondor, son of the steward. My comrade and friend lay dying with my name on his lips and I was unable to do anything. The hobbits were borne off by the Uruk-hai and I heard the raging of the Anduin River. As I listened, it seemed to have Boromir's voice on its song. It was calling my name. Out of nowhere, Boromir's face appeared.
"Legolas, you let me die."
"No," I whispered, but the apparation only repeated his message.
"You let me die. You let me die," he chanted. Then all I could hear was the raging rier and his chant as the water surrounded me.
I opened my eyes to see the stars twinkling above me. My face was damp with tears, but it was still dark, so I didn't really care. I could hear Aragorn and Gimli sleeping nearby, reassuring me that they were safe. I stood and paced around for a while. I wouldn't sleep for the remainder of the night, that I knew. Mydreames had been too unnerving to experience again. Just as I was thinking about them, I felt a hand on my left shoulder.