I believe the next chapter will be the last. I don't know, considering how well this story has been going, and if I quit this one, I'd have to start a whole new one...ugh. So, after you read this chapter, you can review your opinion on what I should do, just end it with the next chapter or if I should continue on. Because seriously, I could go either way. Well, enjoy this chappie first, then review, my peeps! :)
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The world was ending, he could tell from what he saw. Everything was burning, he could smell and feel it all around him, as if it was he himself that was on fire, but he knew this not to be true, he could see the fire in front of him. He wish he couldn't see at all, watching as prisoners were led away in chains, the clinking so loud he swore he could hear it a mile away.
As they were led away, he could hear the screaming, the pleading of the ones held captive, begging to be let go as the Orcs led them to a destination that was unknown, but pain and death were certain. He was chained like the rest, he noticed, as he looked down at the cold metal that encircled his wrists. When he looked back up, his face froze in horror as he watched the ones he loved being led to their death, him soon to follow. He could see their faces, each of them mirroring the same emotion: fear.
He thought he was going to follow them, that he would get to see them, but instead, they got farther and farther away, as he scrambled to catch them. But it was all in vain as his loved ones were led away. With tears in his eyes, he fell on his knees, staring at the place where he had last seen them, before letting out a bloodcurdling scream. "NO!"
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Legolas sat up, breathing heavily. He searched the room around him, before looking at the chair beside his bed, relaxing when he saw Aragorn. It was just a dream, he told himself, taking a calming breath. He was shaking slightly from the dream, no, nightmare that had seemed too real. He thought it strange, usually he could control where his dreams led him, but this time, it was like a vision, a warning. A reminder of what could be if they didn't accomplish their mission.
He shivered, but it had nothing to do with him being cold. To get his mind off of the nightmare that still ran itself through his mind, he checked on his wound, pleasantly surprised at how fast it was healing. It wouldn't be long before it was nothing but a scar, a dark reminder of his experience in Moria. Legolas's thoughts trailed to Gandalf, but he shut them out as soon as they came into his mind. He didn't need to think about that right now, having had enough thoughts in his head this night.
Shaking himself of the terrible dream that he couldn't seem to stop thinking about, he looked at Aragorn, who was sleeping soundly. Legolas couldn't see how, for the ranger had one leg on the head of the chair, the other hanging off the arm of the chair, one arm resting on his stomach, the other hanging limply off of the chair, his head rested uncomfortably on the other arm of the chair. But, hearing Aragorn's loud snoring, Legolas decided that the ranger had slept in even worse conditions than a wooden chair. Legolas laughed as Aragorn shifted too much and he fell out of the chair, landing on the stone floor with a thud.
Aragorn got up quickly, unsheathing his sword and looking around. His eyes found Legolas's, and seeing the Elf failing to stiffle his laughter, Aragorn sheathed his sword in embarrassment. Legolas was laughing now, not even trying to control it anymore, and after a second, Aragorn began to laugh too, until they were both crying from how much they were laughing. Legolas finally caught his breath, still smiling from Aragorn's fall.
The air felt lighter to them now, as if a dark cloud had been lifted from the room. Aragorn smiled too, before looking at Legolas again. "I haven't laughed since we left Rivendell."
Legolas nodded. "Neither have I. It seems like there has been too much to stress about and not enough time to laugh."
Aragorn sighed. "There is nothing to laugh about, with the fate of Middle Earth resting on our shoulders."
They sat in silence for a minute or two, before Haldir popped in to check on Legolas. He smiled sadly at the two. "I came to say good-bye before my patrol leaves. There's too much danger out there, and Lothlorien will not stay safe for too much longer."
Legolas got up from his bed, getting a look from Aragorn at this action, but he didn't care as he hugged Haldir good-bye, and pulling away, Legolas looked Haldir in the eye before saying, "We're going to try our best to succeed in our mission."
Haldir nodded, before turning to Aragorn, shaking hands awkardly with the ranger, who wasn't very good at good-byes. Haldir smiled at the two before walking out of the halls, leaving Aragorn and Legolas alone once again in the room, an awkward silence making itself known. Finally, Legolas smiled. "I think we should go say hello to our companions, unless you think I'll 'hurt my wound'."
Legolas cocked an eyebrow at Aragorn, making the ranger laugh before checking the Elf's wound. Sighing in frustration, he knew there was no way he could keep Legolas in bed all day, not without at least a million of complaints. "Fine. Let's go."
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Wood Elf luver: Tried my best on this one to leave it to where I could finish the next chapter and also where I could continue. So...now it's you, the viewers, to review and tell me if you want me to continue a few more or just finish with the next chapter. Well, TTYL for now, and hope y'all have a good week! :)
