A/N: It's been awhile, I know, and once again I'm sorry. I've been having serious writer's block problems for a while now. I know how the plots going to go, it's the details that I get writers block with...Anyway, I hope this is long enough to satisfy people...
Thanks again for the reviews!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own LOTR. I own my plot, characters not from the book (such as Kenturiel, Tienthe, Lentos, and Theriban), and that's about it. I'm not getting any money from this, so noone can sue me. I'm doing it for fun. Anything wrong with that?
Chapter 8: Memories
FLASH!!!
Theriban and Lentos, playing on the bank of a river as elflings. Theriban falls over and laughs as Lentos helps him back up to...
FLASH!!!
Theriban and Lentos, struggling to keep straight faces as they are presented to the King's court...
FLASH!!!
Lentos saying, "We'll be friends forever, won't we? PRANKS FOR ETERNITY!!!" as they head to a ball with their respective partners...
FLASH!!!
Theriban fell to his knees, tears rolling down his cheeks. Why did Lentos have to die? He had always been such a jokester, pulling pranks on or with Theriban at most of the King's parties and balls. Lentos had cheered him when he was rejected by the maidens he asked to the ball, and had always had a smile on his face...which was now still and cold, with its first ever frown.
Sobs choked Theriban as he was engulfed in memories...
FLASHBACK
"It'll be all right, Theriban! There're other girls!" Lentos said, awkwardly patting his heartbroken friend's shoulder. "I'm sure you'll find someone else."
"None like her, though." Theriban sighed. "Aaahhh, Sariel, where did I go wrong? What did I do to make you hate me so?"
"Look, I'm sorry to say this, Sariel's pretty, but she's an airheaded bitch. She had no call to say you where a rolled up piece of orc's dung created to pester innocent maidens. You're not. That's that. Why don't we play a prank on her for playback?"
Theriban smiled feebly. "You're determined to cheer me up, aren't you?"
Lentos considered. "You could say that. Now, say we replaced her special rose scented perfume with essence of nettle leaves..."
Theriban couldn't help his snort of laughter. "No, we shouldn't...really...I deserved it, I probably really embarrassed her..."
"No, she 's just a toad faced turd."
"She is not! She's the most beautiful maiden in Mirkwood!"
Lentos snorted. "You need to go see Lord Elrond. Your head must have gotten hit pretty hard somewhere."
Theriban gave in and laughed. "I give up. All right, I'll look for another bird among the leaves."
"That's more like the Theriban I know!"
END FLASHBACK
At this memory, Theriban gave in completely to his grief, collapsing the rest of the way onto the ground.
***
Kathara felt like she was floating in nothingness. Darkness encompassed her, and she was content, didn't want to leave...but the red light above her wouldn't let her go. As she was pulled back to consciousness, aches and pains gathered in her body, settling in her chest and joints, not to mention her head. She realized the red light was sunshine beating on her eyelids, and woke.
Sitting up with a jerk, Kathara looked around wildly, expecting to find herself underwater. She sank back with relief when she saw that instead of being dead or still drowning, she was actually a good ways up the lakeshore. But how had she gotten there? Lakes didn't have tides, not even ones as big as this. The surrounding plant life showed no sign of a recent storm big enough to wash her up this far on the beach. And it had been sunny when the boat flipped anyway. So someone had hauled her up here.
The others! Kathara sat back up again. Had the others made it? Evidently at least one of them had survived long enough to save her, but that didn't mean the rest were safe. She stood up to look around, and caught sight of a hunched over figure, barely in view around the lake. As she headed towards him, sobs reached her elven ears. Now she could see the body of another, lying prone on the ground, gentle waves from the lake running over his feet. Kathara broke into a run. Who was it? Who had died? The tears had already started when she reached the weeping elf.
***
Theriban nearly leapt out of his skin when he felt the hand on his shoulder, but when he whirled around he saw it was only Kenturiel.
"Are you ok, Theriban?" she asked, carefully not looking at Lentos's still form.
"As well as can be expected," he managed to choke out. He struggled to straighten his face. It wouldn't do to be seen crying in front of a lady, despite his grief.
Kenuriel finally looked at Lentos. "I'm sorry. I know it's not enough, but I am. He was your best friend, wasn't he?"
Theriban nodded stiffly. He wished she had remained unconscious a little longer. He needed to be alone. Kenturiel seemed to hesitate for a moment, then, to Theriban's great surprise, she knelt down and gave him a hug.
"It's ok to cry. Just because you're male doesn't mean you don't have feelings." Her words let loose a flow of tears that Theriban couldn't have stopped if he tried. He shook in her arms, and realized that being alone wouldn't help. Now, when he most needed it, she was giving him that which he had lost...a friend. While she couldn't take Lentos's place, she could help him bear the loss.
"Theriban, what happenned to the others? Where are they?"
"Huh? What?" Theriban was startled, and at first he didn't realize who she was talking about.
"Legolas and Tienthe. The other two. Did they make it?"
Horror filled Theriban's chest. He hadn't thought about the others since he'd found Lentos.
"I don't know..."
A/N: Ok, I know I emphasized the grief etc a lot, but in real life they wouldn't just say, oh, he's dead, and move on, would they? Is this what they call angst? I have been trying to figure out what that term meant for a while now...don't worry, the whole story's not going to be about Lentos's death. Please review!!!!
Thanks again for the reviews!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own LOTR. I own my plot, characters not from the book (such as Kenturiel, Tienthe, Lentos, and Theriban), and that's about it. I'm not getting any money from this, so noone can sue me. I'm doing it for fun. Anything wrong with that?
Chapter 8: Memories
FLASH!!!
Theriban and Lentos, playing on the bank of a river as elflings. Theriban falls over and laughs as Lentos helps him back up to...
FLASH!!!
Theriban and Lentos, struggling to keep straight faces as they are presented to the King's court...
FLASH!!!
Lentos saying, "We'll be friends forever, won't we? PRANKS FOR ETERNITY!!!" as they head to a ball with their respective partners...
FLASH!!!
Theriban fell to his knees, tears rolling down his cheeks. Why did Lentos have to die? He had always been such a jokester, pulling pranks on or with Theriban at most of the King's parties and balls. Lentos had cheered him when he was rejected by the maidens he asked to the ball, and had always had a smile on his face...which was now still and cold, with its first ever frown.
Sobs choked Theriban as he was engulfed in memories...
FLASHBACK
"It'll be all right, Theriban! There're other girls!" Lentos said, awkwardly patting his heartbroken friend's shoulder. "I'm sure you'll find someone else."
"None like her, though." Theriban sighed. "Aaahhh, Sariel, where did I go wrong? What did I do to make you hate me so?"
"Look, I'm sorry to say this, Sariel's pretty, but she's an airheaded bitch. She had no call to say you where a rolled up piece of orc's dung created to pester innocent maidens. You're not. That's that. Why don't we play a prank on her for playback?"
Theriban smiled feebly. "You're determined to cheer me up, aren't you?"
Lentos considered. "You could say that. Now, say we replaced her special rose scented perfume with essence of nettle leaves..."
Theriban couldn't help his snort of laughter. "No, we shouldn't...really...I deserved it, I probably really embarrassed her..."
"No, she 's just a toad faced turd."
"She is not! She's the most beautiful maiden in Mirkwood!"
Lentos snorted. "You need to go see Lord Elrond. Your head must have gotten hit pretty hard somewhere."
Theriban gave in and laughed. "I give up. All right, I'll look for another bird among the leaves."
"That's more like the Theriban I know!"
END FLASHBACK
At this memory, Theriban gave in completely to his grief, collapsing the rest of the way onto the ground.
***
Kathara felt like she was floating in nothingness. Darkness encompassed her, and she was content, didn't want to leave...but the red light above her wouldn't let her go. As she was pulled back to consciousness, aches and pains gathered in her body, settling in her chest and joints, not to mention her head. She realized the red light was sunshine beating on her eyelids, and woke.
Sitting up with a jerk, Kathara looked around wildly, expecting to find herself underwater. She sank back with relief when she saw that instead of being dead or still drowning, she was actually a good ways up the lakeshore. But how had she gotten there? Lakes didn't have tides, not even ones as big as this. The surrounding plant life showed no sign of a recent storm big enough to wash her up this far on the beach. And it had been sunny when the boat flipped anyway. So someone had hauled her up here.
The others! Kathara sat back up again. Had the others made it? Evidently at least one of them had survived long enough to save her, but that didn't mean the rest were safe. She stood up to look around, and caught sight of a hunched over figure, barely in view around the lake. As she headed towards him, sobs reached her elven ears. Now she could see the body of another, lying prone on the ground, gentle waves from the lake running over his feet. Kathara broke into a run. Who was it? Who had died? The tears had already started when she reached the weeping elf.
***
Theriban nearly leapt out of his skin when he felt the hand on his shoulder, but when he whirled around he saw it was only Kenturiel.
"Are you ok, Theriban?" she asked, carefully not looking at Lentos's still form.
"As well as can be expected," he managed to choke out. He struggled to straighten his face. It wouldn't do to be seen crying in front of a lady, despite his grief.
Kenuriel finally looked at Lentos. "I'm sorry. I know it's not enough, but I am. He was your best friend, wasn't he?"
Theriban nodded stiffly. He wished she had remained unconscious a little longer. He needed to be alone. Kenturiel seemed to hesitate for a moment, then, to Theriban's great surprise, she knelt down and gave him a hug.
"It's ok to cry. Just because you're male doesn't mean you don't have feelings." Her words let loose a flow of tears that Theriban couldn't have stopped if he tried. He shook in her arms, and realized that being alone wouldn't help. Now, when he most needed it, she was giving him that which he had lost...a friend. While she couldn't take Lentos's place, she could help him bear the loss.
"Theriban, what happenned to the others? Where are they?"
"Huh? What?" Theriban was startled, and at first he didn't realize who she was talking about.
"Legolas and Tienthe. The other two. Did they make it?"
Horror filled Theriban's chest. He hadn't thought about the others since he'd found Lentos.
"I don't know..."
A/N: Ok, I know I emphasized the grief etc a lot, but in real life they wouldn't just say, oh, he's dead, and move on, would they? Is this what they call angst? I have been trying to figure out what that term meant for a while now...don't worry, the whole story's not going to be about Lentos's death. Please review!!!!