Ode to Tribulation by The Morning Parchment
Chapter one: Die For Me
Not much further. Not much further. It had turned into his mantra. He had chanted it over and over in his mind until it no longer made sense. Not one word of sense. Not much further? Then why were they still here? How much further? Just put one foot in front of the other, he told himself. Simple as that. And so the man continued on his struggles through the mountain pass. Where he was going, no-one knew. Who he was, that was a mystery as well. But the question is, did he get to where he was going? No? Yes? The answer is as swathed in mystery as the man himself. Over time, snow fell and his footprints laid buried under layers and layers of thick white, forgotten. Forgotten, but still there.
Legolas looked out of his window. Out in the meadow were little elves, running around in the sweet grass, laughing and playing. A smile came to Legolas' lips. The young elves rolled and tumbled down the slopes of the hill, their fall being broken by the bales of hay that lay at the foot. Spring was indeed a time of joy.
"Legolas, we can't stay here forever. You do remember that?" came a voice from the doorway. Legolas took his time in turning around to face the speaker. He already knew who it was. No rush. Not that there was anything to rush about.
"Yes, mellon-nin. I do remember. But you need not remind me day after passing day," he said patiently to Aragorn, for it was he who had spoken.
"Exactly. Day after day you find yet another reason to linger here. We have to go," he replied, annoyance lacing his words.
"What is a month to you? A year? It is nothing. I do not wish to be leaving on another life-threatening quest. Leave without me if you must, but if you want me to come with you, stay for a little longer. I have made plenty of time for you, can't you spare a moment for me?" enquired Legolas, his brow furrowing.
"WELL I DON'T GIVE A DAMN! YOU KNOW VERY WELL I WANT TO GET OUT OF HERE AS FAST AS POSSIBLE! EVERY SECOND I REMAIN HERE IS POISON TO MY BEING! CAN'T YOU SEE?" he shouted at the elf, losing his temper.
There was a long silence. Aragorn interrupted it, having calmed down a little.
"Gimli and I are set to go. We shall be leaving at dawn in two days time…. Be it with or without you in our company." He said firmly. With that said, he turned around and marched out the door.
"So you want me to die for you. I am no fool, Aragorn." He said softly to himself. And Legolas continued to watch the young elves play, watching them as they swam in the brooks, climbed the trees, make daisy chains, lie in the grass, and watch the clouds. The hours passed as he watched them watch the world go by. It was familiar, in a strange, vague way. It reminded him of a time, lost long ago. A time of innocence.
That's it for chapter one. I've already written Chapter 2, but I ain't posting it 'til I get some feedback about this. Sorry for this being so short and vague. But anyway, cheers. –TMP (The Morning Parchment)