Lim Aear
folder
Lord of the Rings Movies › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
31
Views:
6,086
Reviews:
44
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Lord of the Rings Movies › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
31
Views:
6,086
Reviews:
44
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Lord of the Rings book series and movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 17
Author’s Note: Thank you once more for your wonderful reviews! I’m sorry that the chapters are a little short, but I promise I will post a long one next time! Please let me know if you find any mistakes in the elvish sentences!
Disclaimer: See Prologue.
italics: thoughts
[translations]
Chapter 17
Elaine could remember only two times in her life when she was so frightened. The first was when she was 14 years old: a 7.1 Richter earthquake had stuck the door of their apartment and they couldn’t get out for almost one hour, until the firemen arrived. The second time was when she was about to have her appendix removed 6 months ago and, although in terrible pain, they literally got her into surgery by force because she was afraid she wouldn’t wake up from the sedation.
However, remembering those two incidents now, she wanted to laugh. She had no idea what fear meant until that night. Belwen had come to her room a little while after Legolas was gone to find her in the same position he had left her. She had helped her dress and had taken her for a walk in the safety of the city, until they decided to sit by the small stream running to its north side. She had tried everything to make he forget and cheer her up, but she had failed miserably; her own worry about Adanoth was getting in the way.
Elaine let out a sigh and started worrying her lip.
“What if they get hurt? Maybe somebody should come with me to the police! They will know what to do!” she suggested and looked at Belwen expectantly.
“Police?” she asked confused.
“The cops, you know… um…something like… uuhhh… the wardens of the upper world!” Elaine finally came up with an explanation, after fiddling with all the possible words in her mind.
“That is out of the question,” Belwen replied sternly. “Calm yourself, we have been fighting orcs for thousands of years. Our warriors are very experienced.”
“I need a cigarette,” Elaine muttered and started shuffling through the purse she had grabbed hastily when she had left the talan.
“I am not sure it is allow-“
Belwen did not have time to finish her sentence; Elaine had already lit her cigarette. Belwen watched her close her eyes as she took a second whiff and laid down on the soft grass. She took the lighter from her hand and took a close look at the object, her eyebrows rising in wonder. What a handy tool!
Elaine felt herself relax as nicotine spread through her veins. She hadn’t smoked for 5 days and she suddenly realized how much she had missed it. Her thoughts went back to Legolas. Is he fighting right now? Her uneasiness returned. It was such a strange thought to fathom. The experience was so alien to her that it made the situation look as if it was a really really bad nightmare, one she would wake up from to find herself in the safety of her bed.
She sat up again, her head unconsciously turning towards the south. There was probably a battle out there, like those she was used in seeing only in movies. Someone was fighting to protect her and the rest of the people in the city. The image of Legolas fighting allowed a flicker of a proud smile on her lips. A warriorr, she mused. It was such an appealing idea. A warrior, a Prince. He was every girl’s dream. A dream I have cast away, she thought sadly and took another whiff of her cigarette.
“What thoughts are running through your mind, Elaine?”
Belwen’s soft voice brought her out of her thoughts. She turned to look at her frowning at the memory of her fight with Legolas. Maybe it was time to tell her…
“I had a fight with Legolas,” she said in a low voice and threw her cigarette in the stream.
Belwen nodded knowingly.
“I had figured as much. But I‘ve been waiting for you to tell me what happened.”
“Legolas has not said anything, has he?”
“A noble lord like his Highness would never discuss his personal affairs with other people. I may be a friend of his, but some things are meant to be kept private.”
Elaine looked down embarrassed. At times like those, she realized just how different she was from Legolas and his immortality did not look so far-fetched. She felt like an immature child next to him and wondered what had drawn a wise immortal like him to a young girl with a childish behavior.
“I am leaving, Belwen,” Elaine suddenly said in a broken voice.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that I am leaving and I’m never coming back. I told him that I don’t love him.” She tried to fight the lump rising in her throat, but lately tears fell so easily from her eyes that she could not stop them no matter how hard she bit on her lip.
Belwen looked at her shocked. She had what?? But it was impossible! It wasn’t true! She could still see how much she cared about him in her eyes! Why had she done such a thing? She would never be able to imagine the pain she had caused him. Elven emotions were much stronger and more intensely felt than those of humans. Belwen was surprised Legolas had looked so composed when she had last seen him before he left for the woods.
“Why did you do this to him Elaine? Why? He is so deeply in love with you! Do you understand what a devastating pain you have caused him?” Belwen’s voice was filled with sadness.
“I’d rather cause him devastating pain than his death!” Elaine spat back angrily.
Belwen looked at her confused. Elaine sighed and looked away.
“He will fade away from grief when I die, Belwen. And I refuse to be the cause of his death!”
Belwen’s bitter laugh made Elaine look back at her.
“Silly child! Can you truly be so blind? He has made that decision himself! He will still die from grief if you leave him… He has given his heart to you and nothing can change that! Elves love only once in their lives and when they do, it is forever. Would you rather he died without the solace of your love?”
It took a few moments for Elaine to register what the female elf beside her told her. Belwen watched as realization slowly settled in the young girl’s face and couldn’t help but feel pity for her. The thought had probably never crossed her mind. The poor thing had probably thought she was doing the right thing!
Elaine felt numb. She had never hated herself so much before. What had she done? She hid her face in her hands. So typical of her to make such rash decisions and regret them afterwards! She believed she had thought every single thing out, but she had never seen things from that perspective. Belwen was right. Legolas, with the wisdom of thousands of years, had decided to sacrifice his immortality for a few years by her side. Who was she to refute it? Her stupidity and immaturity had thrown away what was only for Legolas to decide and moreover deprived him of his happiness.
Why did she always have to be so selfish?
But I didn’t know…, a small voice in her mind defended her actions. She truly hadn’t thought about that. She had only done what she thought was the best for them. Belwen was right, how could she be so blind? Who was she, an insignificant mortal girl, to mess up the life of an immortal elf Prince?
What if he dies tonight thinking I do not love him?
Another thought that hadn’t crossed her mind. Her blood froze as she realized it was actually very possible.
“Is it to late Belwen? What if he gets hurt…? He has to know…” she managed to say before her sobs made it unable for her to talk.
“He will be fine”, Belwen told Elaine in a soothing voice and pulled her in a comforting hug. “It is only a small band of orcs, they will be back by nightfall.”
She caressed the back of the crying girl soothingly and looked towards the east, where the first light of dawn slowly appeared. She repeated her last words to herself, forcing herself to believe them for the sake of her beloved out in the woods.
“He won’t have me back… I’ve driven him away…“
“He still cares about you, Elaine. He was the one who came and asked me to stay with you tonight in case you were frightened.”
Elaine pushed herself up and looked at her with a small flicker of hope in her eyes.
“Yes, he did that, right before he left for the woods. Did you think he would forget all about his love for you overnight?”
Elaine allowed a small smile and wiped her tears.
“Do you think he will ever forgive me?”
“Of course he will, you will explain everything to him when he comes back and all will be well”, she told her in a soothing manner and patted her hand. However, she could not return the smile Elaine gave her, knowing that Legolas would not let her back to his heart so easily. She had tried to comfort Elaine, but the elf Prince was not someone to play with. He was hurt and she would probably have to try hard to win him back.
****************************************************************************************
Legolas fired another arrow, hitting the orc square on its forehead. He had literally slaughtered the band of orcs on his own, finding an outlet for his anger towards Elaine. Adanoth was behind him, his own bow singing from firing arrow after arrow to the approaching orcs. Only a few were left, their party being a small one, and the rest had fled in the woods. The Marchwarden was with his wardens running after them. He notched another arrow from his quiver and took aim when he saw from the corner of his eye Haldir emerging from the woods firing arrows and shouting to his wardens to fall back. He released the arrow and looked at him confused. What was happening?
“Arnediad yrch túlar od amrûn!” Haldir yelled at him and fired another arrow. [Countless (Many) Orcs are coming from the east!]
Legolas’ eyes widened at the swarm of orcs emerging from the woods.
It was a trap!
****************************************************************************************
Galadriel watched the young mortal standing with her arms crossed towards the south, looking completely lost. She had been wandering in the Golden Wood like a ghost all day, regret eating up her heart and worry wrapping around her like a veil. She had refused to eat or rest, irregardless of Belwen’s pleas. She only kept asking anyone that would cross her way if they had news from the southern borders. She had grown restless as night approached and had been standing like a statue looking southwards for over an hour. She silently approached her and stood next to her.
“Do not despair,” she said in a gentle voice.
The young girl turned to look at her startled, not hearing her approach. When she saw the owner of the voice, she hung her head down sadly.
“I have lost him, my lady…”
Her voice was no louder than a whisper, but it was not lost to the elf’s keen hearing.
“It is never too late,” she replied moving to touch Elaine’s cheek with her elegant fingers.
The night he comes back, you will find completeness. Rest in peace, the Lady spoke into her mind and slowly glided away. Elaine remained for a while where she was and watched the Lady of Light walking away. With one final glance to the south, she started walking along the path that lead to her talan.
Please let me know any thoughts, objections, suggestions etc!
Disclaimer: See Prologue.
italics: thoughts
[translations]
Chapter 17
Elaine could remember only two times in her life when she was so frightened. The first was when she was 14 years old: a 7.1 Richter earthquake had stuck the door of their apartment and they couldn’t get out for almost one hour, until the firemen arrived. The second time was when she was about to have her appendix removed 6 months ago and, although in terrible pain, they literally got her into surgery by force because she was afraid she wouldn’t wake up from the sedation.
However, remembering those two incidents now, she wanted to laugh. She had no idea what fear meant until that night. Belwen had come to her room a little while after Legolas was gone to find her in the same position he had left her. She had helped her dress and had taken her for a walk in the safety of the city, until they decided to sit by the small stream running to its north side. She had tried everything to make he forget and cheer her up, but she had failed miserably; her own worry about Adanoth was getting in the way.
Elaine let out a sigh and started worrying her lip.
“What if they get hurt? Maybe somebody should come with me to the police! They will know what to do!” she suggested and looked at Belwen expectantly.
“Police?” she asked confused.
“The cops, you know… um…something like… uuhhh… the wardens of the upper world!” Elaine finally came up with an explanation, after fiddling with all the possible words in her mind.
“That is out of the question,” Belwen replied sternly. “Calm yourself, we have been fighting orcs for thousands of years. Our warriors are very experienced.”
“I need a cigarette,” Elaine muttered and started shuffling through the purse she had grabbed hastily when she had left the talan.
“I am not sure it is allow-“
Belwen did not have time to finish her sentence; Elaine had already lit her cigarette. Belwen watched her close her eyes as she took a second whiff and laid down on the soft grass. She took the lighter from her hand and took a close look at the object, her eyebrows rising in wonder. What a handy tool!
Elaine felt herself relax as nicotine spread through her veins. She hadn’t smoked for 5 days and she suddenly realized how much she had missed it. Her thoughts went back to Legolas. Is he fighting right now? Her uneasiness returned. It was such a strange thought to fathom. The experience was so alien to her that it made the situation look as if it was a really really bad nightmare, one she would wake up from to find herself in the safety of her bed.
She sat up again, her head unconsciously turning towards the south. There was probably a battle out there, like those she was used in seeing only in movies. Someone was fighting to protect her and the rest of the people in the city. The image of Legolas fighting allowed a flicker of a proud smile on her lips. A warriorr, she mused. It was such an appealing idea. A warrior, a Prince. He was every girl’s dream. A dream I have cast away, she thought sadly and took another whiff of her cigarette.
“What thoughts are running through your mind, Elaine?”
Belwen’s soft voice brought her out of her thoughts. She turned to look at her frowning at the memory of her fight with Legolas. Maybe it was time to tell her…
“I had a fight with Legolas,” she said in a low voice and threw her cigarette in the stream.
Belwen nodded knowingly.
“I had figured as much. But I‘ve been waiting for you to tell me what happened.”
“Legolas has not said anything, has he?”
“A noble lord like his Highness would never discuss his personal affairs with other people. I may be a friend of his, but some things are meant to be kept private.”
Elaine looked down embarrassed. At times like those, she realized just how different she was from Legolas and his immortality did not look so far-fetched. She felt like an immature child next to him and wondered what had drawn a wise immortal like him to a young girl with a childish behavior.
“I am leaving, Belwen,” Elaine suddenly said in a broken voice.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that I am leaving and I’m never coming back. I told him that I don’t love him.” She tried to fight the lump rising in her throat, but lately tears fell so easily from her eyes that she could not stop them no matter how hard she bit on her lip.
Belwen looked at her shocked. She had what?? But it was impossible! It wasn’t true! She could still see how much she cared about him in her eyes! Why had she done such a thing? She would never be able to imagine the pain she had caused him. Elven emotions were much stronger and more intensely felt than those of humans. Belwen was surprised Legolas had looked so composed when she had last seen him before he left for the woods.
“Why did you do this to him Elaine? Why? He is so deeply in love with you! Do you understand what a devastating pain you have caused him?” Belwen’s voice was filled with sadness.
“I’d rather cause him devastating pain than his death!” Elaine spat back angrily.
Belwen looked at her confused. Elaine sighed and looked away.
“He will fade away from grief when I die, Belwen. And I refuse to be the cause of his death!”
Belwen’s bitter laugh made Elaine look back at her.
“Silly child! Can you truly be so blind? He has made that decision himself! He will still die from grief if you leave him… He has given his heart to you and nothing can change that! Elves love only once in their lives and when they do, it is forever. Would you rather he died without the solace of your love?”
It took a few moments for Elaine to register what the female elf beside her told her. Belwen watched as realization slowly settled in the young girl’s face and couldn’t help but feel pity for her. The thought had probably never crossed her mind. The poor thing had probably thought she was doing the right thing!
Elaine felt numb. She had never hated herself so much before. What had she done? She hid her face in her hands. So typical of her to make such rash decisions and regret them afterwards! She believed she had thought every single thing out, but she had never seen things from that perspective. Belwen was right. Legolas, with the wisdom of thousands of years, had decided to sacrifice his immortality for a few years by her side. Who was she to refute it? Her stupidity and immaturity had thrown away what was only for Legolas to decide and moreover deprived him of his happiness.
Why did she always have to be so selfish?
But I didn’t know…, a small voice in her mind defended her actions. She truly hadn’t thought about that. She had only done what she thought was the best for them. Belwen was right, how could she be so blind? Who was she, an insignificant mortal girl, to mess up the life of an immortal elf Prince?
What if he dies tonight thinking I do not love him?
Another thought that hadn’t crossed her mind. Her blood froze as she realized it was actually very possible.
“Is it to late Belwen? What if he gets hurt…? He has to know…” she managed to say before her sobs made it unable for her to talk.
“He will be fine”, Belwen told Elaine in a soothing voice and pulled her in a comforting hug. “It is only a small band of orcs, they will be back by nightfall.”
She caressed the back of the crying girl soothingly and looked towards the east, where the first light of dawn slowly appeared. She repeated her last words to herself, forcing herself to believe them for the sake of her beloved out in the woods.
“He won’t have me back… I’ve driven him away…“
“He still cares about you, Elaine. He was the one who came and asked me to stay with you tonight in case you were frightened.”
Elaine pushed herself up and looked at her with a small flicker of hope in her eyes.
“Yes, he did that, right before he left for the woods. Did you think he would forget all about his love for you overnight?”
Elaine allowed a small smile and wiped her tears.
“Do you think he will ever forgive me?”
“Of course he will, you will explain everything to him when he comes back and all will be well”, she told her in a soothing manner and patted her hand. However, she could not return the smile Elaine gave her, knowing that Legolas would not let her back to his heart so easily. She had tried to comfort Elaine, but the elf Prince was not someone to play with. He was hurt and she would probably have to try hard to win him back.
****************************************************************************************
Legolas fired another arrow, hitting the orc square on its forehead. He had literally slaughtered the band of orcs on his own, finding an outlet for his anger towards Elaine. Adanoth was behind him, his own bow singing from firing arrow after arrow to the approaching orcs. Only a few were left, their party being a small one, and the rest had fled in the woods. The Marchwarden was with his wardens running after them. He notched another arrow from his quiver and took aim when he saw from the corner of his eye Haldir emerging from the woods firing arrows and shouting to his wardens to fall back. He released the arrow and looked at him confused. What was happening?
“Arnediad yrch túlar od amrûn!” Haldir yelled at him and fired another arrow. [Countless (Many) Orcs are coming from the east!]
Legolas’ eyes widened at the swarm of orcs emerging from the woods.
It was a trap!
****************************************************************************************
Galadriel watched the young mortal standing with her arms crossed towards the south, looking completely lost. She had been wandering in the Golden Wood like a ghost all day, regret eating up her heart and worry wrapping around her like a veil. She had refused to eat or rest, irregardless of Belwen’s pleas. She only kept asking anyone that would cross her way if they had news from the southern borders. She had grown restless as night approached and had been standing like a statue looking southwards for over an hour. She silently approached her and stood next to her.
“Do not despair,” she said in a gentle voice.
The young girl turned to look at her startled, not hearing her approach. When she saw the owner of the voice, she hung her head down sadly.
“I have lost him, my lady…”
Her voice was no louder than a whisper, but it was not lost to the elf’s keen hearing.
“It is never too late,” she replied moving to touch Elaine’s cheek with her elegant fingers.
The night he comes back, you will find completeness. Rest in peace, the Lady spoke into her mind and slowly glided away. Elaine remained for a while where she was and watched the Lady of Light walking away. With one final glance to the south, she started walking along the path that lead to her talan.
Please let me know any thoughts, objections, suggestions etc!