A/N: okies, this one is a shorty, but I JUST WANNA MINIMIZE THE PAIIIIIN!
~sniffle~
Disclaimer: I'm running out of funny disclaimers. So this'll have to do. I own ~dronedroneboreborehumbuzzweeee~. That's it. Nothing else.
Chapter 9:
"Legolas, Legolas? LEGOLAS YOU LAZY ELF GET OFF YOUR BUTT NOW!" Larien screamed at him, laughing. Legolas smiled to himself, and pretended he was still sleeping, as Larien attempted to pick him up out of his comfy bed.
He went completely limp, and she wasn't able to hold his weight. "Legolas!" she whined, attempting again. "Please, we're going to be late!" She collapsed on top of him in exhaustion. He took his chance, and sprung to life, wrapping his arms around her, and hugging her to him.
"Right where I want you," he said sneakily, opening his eyes and grinning at her.
"Legolas, you sneaky little-" Legolas silenced her with a kiss.
"Sneaky little what, Mela?" he asked, grinning.
"...nothing," she said, closing her eyes and kissing him again.
Legolas was so happy she was his. He kissed her forehead, and whispered, "Amin mela lle," (I love you)
"Amin sinta," (I know) she replied, smiling and letting her head rest on his chest. Legolas sighed audibly. It was so wonderful to have her there...
But now she wasn't.
Legolas slipped out of his sacred memory, to a world of hurt and pain. He shut his eyes and wished that his headache would go away. He felt as if part of him had left, he no longer felt connected to the real world. He could just lay here and... die.
Somebody rapped on his door. "N'uma," (no) he said to the gloomy room.
"But Prince Legolas, you haven't eaten in days!" came the voice of his maid, Narawen.
"I don't want to." He replied. "Just let me be alone."
~^~
"Thranduil, how much longer until we reach him?" Larien asked Thranduil, as their horses tore out of Lothlorien and across the empty plains of Rohan. "I would guess another few days, if we don't stop," he replied, looking even solemner (if possible) than he did before.
Larien nodded her head, and urged Florida to go faster. While she was riding, she attempted to make contact with Legolas, 'Legolas, Legolas?' her mind sent out signals of his name. She managed to hear a croak of response on the wavelength, 'hold on, Melamin, we are coming,' she said.
The connection was tiring her greatly, and she had to break it, unfortunately, so she would have enough energy to keep riding.
~^~
A buzzing sound was inside Legolas' head. Oh, how he wanted to make that headache go away...
But wait, this was different. Was he imagining it? Larien seemed to be trying to make contact with his thoughts. "Hold on, Melamin, we are coming," she said, or, at least it sounded like that.
A little buzz seemed to go off as she dropped the short connection. They were coming? Why? He was fine, wasn't he?
In fact, he was so fine; he just wanted to sleep...
He closed his eyes and felt his conscious slip away...for ever.
A/N: So... who hates me?
(Thanks to Shivvers!!!! I luv u!!!)
Disclaimer: I'm running out of funny disclaimers. So this'll have to do. I own ~dronedroneboreborehumbuzzweeee~. That's it. Nothing else.
Chapter 9:
"Legolas, Legolas? LEGOLAS YOU LAZY ELF GET OFF YOUR BUTT NOW!" Larien screamed at him, laughing. Legolas smiled to himself, and pretended he was still sleeping, as Larien attempted to pick him up out of his comfy bed.
He went completely limp, and she wasn't able to hold his weight. "Legolas!" she whined, attempting again. "Please, we're going to be late!" She collapsed on top of him in exhaustion. He took his chance, and sprung to life, wrapping his arms around her, and hugging her to him.
"Right where I want you," he said sneakily, opening his eyes and grinning at her.
"Legolas, you sneaky little-" Legolas silenced her with a kiss.
"Sneaky little what, Mela?" he asked, grinning.
"...nothing," she said, closing her eyes and kissing him again.
Legolas was so happy she was his. He kissed her forehead, and whispered, "Amin mela lle," (I love you)
"Amin sinta," (I know) she replied, smiling and letting her head rest on his chest. Legolas sighed audibly. It was so wonderful to have her there...
But now she wasn't.
Legolas slipped out of his sacred memory, to a world of hurt and pain. He shut his eyes and wished that his headache would go away. He felt as if part of him had left, he no longer felt connected to the real world. He could just lay here and... die.
Somebody rapped on his door. "N'uma," (no) he said to the gloomy room.
"But Prince Legolas, you haven't eaten in days!" came the voice of his maid, Narawen.
"I don't want to." He replied. "Just let me be alone."
~^~
"Thranduil, how much longer until we reach him?" Larien asked Thranduil, as their horses tore out of Lothlorien and across the empty plains of Rohan. "I would guess another few days, if we don't stop," he replied, looking even solemner (if possible) than he did before.
Larien nodded her head, and urged Florida to go faster. While she was riding, she attempted to make contact with Legolas, 'Legolas, Legolas?' her mind sent out signals of his name. She managed to hear a croak of response on the wavelength, 'hold on, Melamin, we are coming,' she said.
The connection was tiring her greatly, and she had to break it, unfortunately, so she would have enough energy to keep riding.
~^~
A buzzing sound was inside Legolas' head. Oh, how he wanted to make that headache go away...
But wait, this was different. Was he imagining it? Larien seemed to be trying to make contact with his thoughts. "Hold on, Melamin, we are coming," she said, or, at least it sounded like that.
A little buzz seemed to go off as she dropped the short connection. They were coming? Why? He was fine, wasn't he?
In fact, he was so fine; he just wanted to sleep...
He closed his eyes and felt his conscious slip away...for ever.
A/N: So... who hates me?
(Thanks to Shivvers!!!! I luv u!!!)