A/N: Third chappy to upload... GO ME.
Disclaimer: Do I have to???
Chapter 10:
The outer edge of Mirkwood was visible through the night. Larien urged Florida to go as fast as she could. Thranduil was hot on her heels.
The guards at the gate stopped her. "Miss, what is your business here?" they asked her.
"Just let me go through!" she screamed. Thranduil cantered to a halt behind her.
"Oh, good evening, your highness. You may pass." They said, opening the gate quickly and letting both of them through.
"Geez, I hate guards..." Larien muttered under her breath.
Thranduil and Larien tore through the villages of Mirkwood and to the palace, where they hopped off their horses and entered through the enormous doors (which were slowly opening. Larien squeezed in as soon as the crack in the two doors was big enough.) "Where is his room?" she asked urgently.
"This way," Thranduil ran to the left. Then he turned, right, opened three doors, unlocked a door, right, left, straight past three corridors, until they reached a door to a room at the end of a hallway. A few elves were standing outside of the door whispering.
"He will not answer to our calls, milord." They all informed the King.
"He has not eaten for a week!"
"I fear the worst, your highness,"
He was drowned in a sea of worry, but he barked, "Stand aside!" Immediately, all of the elves parted into two groups, letting Larien and the King through. Larien jiggled the doorknob, but it was locked.
"Damnit..." she whispered. A few of the elves stared at her in amazement. "What? Can't an elf swear in peace?" she said to their dumbstruck faces. They immediately averted their eyes and said nothing. She closed her eyes and forced her mind to unlock the door. There was a click and the door swung open.
Legolas was on the bed, his eyes closed and his face pale. "Get a healer!" she yelled, running to his side, and grabbing his hand. It was cold.
'deep shit, deep shit!' her mind screamed at her, again. She told her mind to shut up so that she could concentrate. She was so worried, Legolas looked like he was an inch from death. "Legolas!" she said, placing one hand on his chest and the other on his forehead. "Legolas, come back to me!" she whispered.
A tear leaked down her cheek. "Legolas, wake up!" she whined, fearfully, as if a child were talking to a dead pet.
The healer entered the room then. They looked hurried and worried.
"Please help him!" Larien whimpered, moving her hands away from him, but immediately moving back to clutch his hand. "Saes," (please).
~^~
"Hello? Anybody here?" Legolas called out. He seemed to be slipping away... and he liked it. There was no pain, not hole in his heart, no anything. Just him, away from it all.
"Legolas, my dear." Came a voice from behind him. Legolas turned around in the white gloom to face a beautiful elf who had blonde platinum hair, and brown eyes, she seemed to be floating towards him, with her arms wide open.
He knew who this was... "Ata?" he whispered. The elf nodded, and he ran and hugged her.
"Legolas, you do not need to be here," she said. "The Halls of the Mandos are no place for you."
"But, Ata. Without Larien..."
"Without Larien, you are nothing, but you are no longer without her. Look," she gestured to where her face seemed to be, almost like something was projecting it onto a screen. Larien was crying, and mouthing words of hope. "You see, my son, you needn't be here. Go back to her, she needs you, as you need her." His mother kissed him on his cheek and hugged him again. "Legolas. Just remember to ask the stars whatever you need. I will always be listening to you from them..." His mother let go of him.
"Tell your father that I forever love him, and I always will, will you? And when you and Larien wed, I give my blessing. May you be happy," she smiled a last time at him. Legolas was crying.
"Ata, I don't want to leave you! We miss you so much!"
"No, Legolas. It is not your place. You are not meant to be here..."
With that, she let go of him, and faded away. She was crying, so happy to see her son grown up. In her heart, she knew that she would never see him again. Never.
Legolas shouted that he wanted to remain, but he was slipping back into reality. Someone was holding his hand, and wouldn't let go. But, he tried to resist... someone was healing him. How did they get in his room? And when did Larien get there?
~^~
Legolas's eyes cracked open, and he started to breathe again. Everybody around him breathed as sigh of relief. Right next to him, sitting on the bed was a teary, but smiling, Larien.
She said nothing, but through her gaze, Legolas could decipher that she wanted to talk privately with him.
"Legolas, my son, I am so glad that you are all right," Thranduil stepped forward and hugged his son.
"I saw Ata," Legolas said simply, ignoring everybody in the room except for his father and Larien. "She said for me to tell you that she forever loves you, and always will," Legolas repeated the message to him. Thranduil froze, and nodded. Larien noticed that he seemed about to cry.
"Thank you, Legolas." He hugged his son again. "I guess that we'll leave you alone with Larien for a while," he said.
Legolas nodded. Thranduil and the servants exited the room one by one. Larien remained sitting by him on his bed. She was crying.
Legolas sat up and rubbed her back, "Larien, melamin, what is wrong?" he asked, true worry leaking out of his words.
"I was... afraid." She started. "I was so afraid that I would lose you," she told him, her tears leaking silently down her cheeks.
"But you did not lose me, melamin, you did not." He said, comforting her by rubbing her back gently. He leaned forward and whispered, "My mother also said something about you; about us."
"What did she say?" Larien asked. Legolas dried her tears with a wipe of his thumb on both of her cheeks.
"That she gives her blessing, for our wedding," he told her softly, but happily. Larien smiled, and closed her eyes. For a brief second, she could see herself in a beautiful gown, and Legolas in formal clothing, standing in front of thousands of people, arm in arm, with flowers everywhere...
As quickly as that vision came, it disappeared, as she was distracted with Legolas kissing her. He had started to kiss her ear, and worked softly down to her jaw, finally reaching its destination: Larien's mouth. He kissed her deeply, again, his tongue slipped in through her mouth.
Larien shivered with the passion that Legolas was emitting. She knew then that Legolas really loved her. Of course, she knew this, it was obvious, but now she knew that if he would fade over her absence; that he really would sacrifice his life for her...
The truth scared her. In fact, scared her so much that she pulled away abruptly from him and his kiss. "Legolas, you need rest. You need to sleep," she said, standing up and walking away from his bed.
"Larien, what is wrong," he asked worriedly, about to stand up and go to her.
"Nothing, I just... just need to think." She said. Legolas wondered about the sudden mood swing, but lay back in his bed and stared at the ceiling. Larien whispered, "Amin mela lle," before she left the room.
~^~
"Excuse me, Thranduil?" she said, after locating the King's study door and knocking on it.
"You needn't stay out there, come in. I have much I want to talk to you about." The king told her. Larien stepped in, and took her seat in a big squishy chair directly in front of the King.
"What about, your Highness?" she asked politely. She tried to sit up straight, but the comfy chair was very welcoming.
Thranduil leaned forward and placed his forearms on the desk, his hands clasped together. "I would like to discuss the relationship between you and my son." Thranduil said no more.
Larien waited a minute before answering, to make sure that she knew what to say. Although, wasn't it obvious? "I love him," she said.
"I already know that. But Galadriel has informed me of some interesting information. She has told me that you are the one the legend tells of. The immortal human." Thranduil said. Larien nodded.
"Care to show me?" he asked. Waving his hand over one of the unlit candles on his desk. Larien complied by lighting it for him. Thranduil looked impressed. "Very interesting." He muttered, "Now, back to my son. You love him." Larien nodded.
"I really don't know where I would be without his support and love, your highness," she said. She felt that she couldn't explain with words the burning love that she shared with this man's son. She knew that she shouldn't be talking with the king, but being with Legolas right now, but she was still getting over the shock of his intensive love towards her.
"Your highness-" she started.
"Please, just call me Thranduil," the King interrupted.
"Yes, Thranduil. Well, the reason that I came to you was to ask where I could stay. I know that I should be with Legolas right now, but you see, I received a bit of a shock after you left."
"Yes, what was it?" Thranduil asked, leaning forward in his chair as if he was a child listening to an exciting story.
"Well, when I realized that he had been fading, I realized that he had been fading because of me. That the entire reason of his death could be me. That he loves me that much..." Larien said, the last bit being a bit quieter than the rest. "And that I love him that much, too..."
Thranduil nodded, before getting up and walking around the desk. He stood next to her and gesturing for her to follow him out the door. "Come. You must be hungry, as I am. I'll show you around the palace and find you something to eat," he smiled at her as if he was looking upon his own daughter that he never had.
A/N: Who loves me now???
(Shivvers = cool = beta = go her)
Disclaimer: Do I have to???
Chapter 10:
The outer edge of Mirkwood was visible through the night. Larien urged Florida to go as fast as she could. Thranduil was hot on her heels.
The guards at the gate stopped her. "Miss, what is your business here?" they asked her.
"Just let me go through!" she screamed. Thranduil cantered to a halt behind her.
"Oh, good evening, your highness. You may pass." They said, opening the gate quickly and letting both of them through.
"Geez, I hate guards..." Larien muttered under her breath.
Thranduil and Larien tore through the villages of Mirkwood and to the palace, where they hopped off their horses and entered through the enormous doors (which were slowly opening. Larien squeezed in as soon as the crack in the two doors was big enough.) "Where is his room?" she asked urgently.
"This way," Thranduil ran to the left. Then he turned, right, opened three doors, unlocked a door, right, left, straight past three corridors, until they reached a door to a room at the end of a hallway. A few elves were standing outside of the door whispering.
"He will not answer to our calls, milord." They all informed the King.
"He has not eaten for a week!"
"I fear the worst, your highness,"
He was drowned in a sea of worry, but he barked, "Stand aside!" Immediately, all of the elves parted into two groups, letting Larien and the King through. Larien jiggled the doorknob, but it was locked.
"Damnit..." she whispered. A few of the elves stared at her in amazement. "What? Can't an elf swear in peace?" she said to their dumbstruck faces. They immediately averted their eyes and said nothing. She closed her eyes and forced her mind to unlock the door. There was a click and the door swung open.
Legolas was on the bed, his eyes closed and his face pale. "Get a healer!" she yelled, running to his side, and grabbing his hand. It was cold.
'deep shit, deep shit!' her mind screamed at her, again. She told her mind to shut up so that she could concentrate. She was so worried, Legolas looked like he was an inch from death. "Legolas!" she said, placing one hand on his chest and the other on his forehead. "Legolas, come back to me!" she whispered.
A tear leaked down her cheek. "Legolas, wake up!" she whined, fearfully, as if a child were talking to a dead pet.
The healer entered the room then. They looked hurried and worried.
"Please help him!" Larien whimpered, moving her hands away from him, but immediately moving back to clutch his hand. "Saes," (please).
~^~
"Hello? Anybody here?" Legolas called out. He seemed to be slipping away... and he liked it. There was no pain, not hole in his heart, no anything. Just him, away from it all.
"Legolas, my dear." Came a voice from behind him. Legolas turned around in the white gloom to face a beautiful elf who had blonde platinum hair, and brown eyes, she seemed to be floating towards him, with her arms wide open.
He knew who this was... "Ata?" he whispered. The elf nodded, and he ran and hugged her.
"Legolas, you do not need to be here," she said. "The Halls of the Mandos are no place for you."
"But, Ata. Without Larien..."
"Without Larien, you are nothing, but you are no longer without her. Look," she gestured to where her face seemed to be, almost like something was projecting it onto a screen. Larien was crying, and mouthing words of hope. "You see, my son, you needn't be here. Go back to her, she needs you, as you need her." His mother kissed him on his cheek and hugged him again. "Legolas. Just remember to ask the stars whatever you need. I will always be listening to you from them..." His mother let go of him.
"Tell your father that I forever love him, and I always will, will you? And when you and Larien wed, I give my blessing. May you be happy," she smiled a last time at him. Legolas was crying.
"Ata, I don't want to leave you! We miss you so much!"
"No, Legolas. It is not your place. You are not meant to be here..."
With that, she let go of him, and faded away. She was crying, so happy to see her son grown up. In her heart, she knew that she would never see him again. Never.
Legolas shouted that he wanted to remain, but he was slipping back into reality. Someone was holding his hand, and wouldn't let go. But, he tried to resist... someone was healing him. How did they get in his room? And when did Larien get there?
~^~
Legolas's eyes cracked open, and he started to breathe again. Everybody around him breathed as sigh of relief. Right next to him, sitting on the bed was a teary, but smiling, Larien.
She said nothing, but through her gaze, Legolas could decipher that she wanted to talk privately with him.
"Legolas, my son, I am so glad that you are all right," Thranduil stepped forward and hugged his son.
"I saw Ata," Legolas said simply, ignoring everybody in the room except for his father and Larien. "She said for me to tell you that she forever loves you, and always will," Legolas repeated the message to him. Thranduil froze, and nodded. Larien noticed that he seemed about to cry.
"Thank you, Legolas." He hugged his son again. "I guess that we'll leave you alone with Larien for a while," he said.
Legolas nodded. Thranduil and the servants exited the room one by one. Larien remained sitting by him on his bed. She was crying.
Legolas sat up and rubbed her back, "Larien, melamin, what is wrong?" he asked, true worry leaking out of his words.
"I was... afraid." She started. "I was so afraid that I would lose you," she told him, her tears leaking silently down her cheeks.
"But you did not lose me, melamin, you did not." He said, comforting her by rubbing her back gently. He leaned forward and whispered, "My mother also said something about you; about us."
"What did she say?" Larien asked. Legolas dried her tears with a wipe of his thumb on both of her cheeks.
"That she gives her blessing, for our wedding," he told her softly, but happily. Larien smiled, and closed her eyes. For a brief second, she could see herself in a beautiful gown, and Legolas in formal clothing, standing in front of thousands of people, arm in arm, with flowers everywhere...
As quickly as that vision came, it disappeared, as she was distracted with Legolas kissing her. He had started to kiss her ear, and worked softly down to her jaw, finally reaching its destination: Larien's mouth. He kissed her deeply, again, his tongue slipped in through her mouth.
Larien shivered with the passion that Legolas was emitting. She knew then that Legolas really loved her. Of course, she knew this, it was obvious, but now she knew that if he would fade over her absence; that he really would sacrifice his life for her...
The truth scared her. In fact, scared her so much that she pulled away abruptly from him and his kiss. "Legolas, you need rest. You need to sleep," she said, standing up and walking away from his bed.
"Larien, what is wrong," he asked worriedly, about to stand up and go to her.
"Nothing, I just... just need to think." She said. Legolas wondered about the sudden mood swing, but lay back in his bed and stared at the ceiling. Larien whispered, "Amin mela lle," before she left the room.
~^~
"Excuse me, Thranduil?" she said, after locating the King's study door and knocking on it.
"You needn't stay out there, come in. I have much I want to talk to you about." The king told her. Larien stepped in, and took her seat in a big squishy chair directly in front of the King.
"What about, your Highness?" she asked politely. She tried to sit up straight, but the comfy chair was very welcoming.
Thranduil leaned forward and placed his forearms on the desk, his hands clasped together. "I would like to discuss the relationship between you and my son." Thranduil said no more.
Larien waited a minute before answering, to make sure that she knew what to say. Although, wasn't it obvious? "I love him," she said.
"I already know that. But Galadriel has informed me of some interesting information. She has told me that you are the one the legend tells of. The immortal human." Thranduil said. Larien nodded.
"Care to show me?" he asked. Waving his hand over one of the unlit candles on his desk. Larien complied by lighting it for him. Thranduil looked impressed. "Very interesting." He muttered, "Now, back to my son. You love him." Larien nodded.
"I really don't know where I would be without his support and love, your highness," she said. She felt that she couldn't explain with words the burning love that she shared with this man's son. She knew that she shouldn't be talking with the king, but being with Legolas right now, but she was still getting over the shock of his intensive love towards her.
"Your highness-" she started.
"Please, just call me Thranduil," the King interrupted.
"Yes, Thranduil. Well, the reason that I came to you was to ask where I could stay. I know that I should be with Legolas right now, but you see, I received a bit of a shock after you left."
"Yes, what was it?" Thranduil asked, leaning forward in his chair as if he was a child listening to an exciting story.
"Well, when I realized that he had been fading, I realized that he had been fading because of me. That the entire reason of his death could be me. That he loves me that much..." Larien said, the last bit being a bit quieter than the rest. "And that I love him that much, too..."
Thranduil nodded, before getting up and walking around the desk. He stood next to her and gesturing for her to follow him out the door. "Come. You must be hungry, as I am. I'll show you around the palace and find you something to eat," he smiled at her as if he was looking upon his own daughter that he never had.
A/N: Who loves me now???
(Shivvers = cool = beta = go her)