Lim Aear
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Adult ++
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31
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Chapter 27
Author's Note: I thought I would update within a week for a change! I cannot thank you enough for your support... I never thought this story would ever reach the 200 reviews! I really, really love you guys! Many thanks to my BETA Marisa as well, for her precious help!
Disclaimer: See Prologue.
italics: thoughts
[translations]
Chapter 27
The black arrow was flying towards Legolas like a black serpent of death, ready to sip the life out of her golden Prince; her beloved husband.
Your love could be the one to save him from what you saw…
Elaine’s mind filled with the picture she had seen in Galadriel’s mirror, with Legolas lying dead in her arms from an arrow.
Everything has a price. A price you will both have to pay.
Legolas would lose his immortality.
And she would lose her life.
She would very much like to say that what she did was an act of bravery. An act of unconditional love and epic courage. But Elaine was only an everyday girl of 20 and when everything happens so fast, you don’t think too much; you just act.
So, Elaine instinctively stepped in front of Legolas to protect him from the quickly flying arrow.
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Legolas’ body went numb, his heart stopping at the sickening thud coming from behind him. Turning around he dropped his weapons and caught Elaine who was slowly sinking to the ground looking bewildered at the arrow protruding from her chest.
He never noticed the elves becoming aware of the group of orcs at the left and rushing to fight them back.
He never noticed the calls of his soldiers to find a healer, for the Princess was hurt.
He never noticed anything, but the heavy darkness upon his soul, as he felt his world crumble and fall around him.
Elaine could not react from the pain. It was so unbearable that she had stopped trying to breathe. Her vision became blurry as the lump in her throat finally found a way out through her tears and a small whimper escaped her. Instantly, Legolas’ hands were gently cupping her face and looking at her completely lost; for the first time in his life, he truly didn’t know what to do.
Her body protested to the lack of oxygen and she unwillingly sucked in air. She was surprised that the pain had diminished to a burning feeling, but it was so difficult to breathe! She felt like she was drowning, her lungs and throat filling with a liquid that was chocking her.
Blood. She could never mistake its metallic taste.
“Stay with me Elaine,” Legolas’ urgent voice broke into her foggy brain, when she closed her eyes, giving into the heaviness of her eyelids.
Legolas looked up as the protective circle created around them broke to let the healers approach the woman in his arms. They knelt next to him, a frown upon their face.
“Save her… I beg of you….”
The healer stopped probing Elaine’s injury with his skilled fingers and turned confused at the strangled voice. He looked with surprise at the broken figure beside him; if he didn’t know him since he had been a child, he could never tell it was the Prince of Lim Aear. He looked paler than Elaine herself. How to inform him that his beloved was beyond saving?
“My lord…” he began and sighed. “My lord, the arrow has pierced her lung and ‘tis filled with blood. Even if we remove the arrow, we cannot stop the internal bleeding…-“
“For Valar’s sake, do something!!”
The healer flinched at the volume of his voice, but did not move. There was nothing they could do. Nothing to save the poor girl, who had given her life for the Prince. His head turned to his right, as an elleth pushed her way through the bodies of the soldiers upon hearing the news. Belwen froze at the sight that greeted her. She covered her mouth to stifle her sobs, as her eyes filled with tears. It could not be happening… It was not true! The healer got up and held her away as she tried to approach the couple, motioning for his two assistants to move away and give the couple privacy for their last moments together. There was truly nothing they could do for the young Princess; her wound was fatal and trying to remove the arrow would only shorten her little time left, as the blood would leave her body more freely. Legolas glared at them, frustrated at his helplessness.
“Will you not even try?” he told them through clenched teeth.
“We cannot…-“
“I will not let my wife die!” he growled at them as he grabbed the arrow in a moment of desperation with a steady grip and proceeded to take it out. Elaine’s scream, as he tried to move it, made him withdraw his hand as if it had got burnt and he immediately held her close again.
“Forgive me, ël tithen nín,” he whispered as his desperation finally sank in and hit him with magnified force. [my little star]
He was losing her. And there was nothing he could do. For the first time in his immortal life since the loss of his mother, Legolas let the tears fall from his azure eyes without shame.
Elaine’s dizziness from the sudden pain had slowly gone away, but the confused state in her mind would not allow her any coherent thoughts. She was getting cold. And she was aware that she was dying. She felt so scared, so alone… The choking feeling was growing stronger and she suddenly felt so sorry for everything… Sorry for her family and good friends that would be devastated once they learned of her death… Oh her poor mother would follow her to the grave for sure! But most of all, she felt sorry for Legolas… Sorry that she had met him and that she had destroyed his peaceful life…
Something warm trickled on her cold skin and she raised her eyes to Legolas’ face. He was crying! She could never imagine the invincible Prince cry and the image before her unsettled her even more. So she was indeed dying… She was indeed tearing his heart, piece by piece, in the agonizing slowness with which she felt herself surrender to the arms of Death… Gathering all her strength, she tried to talk… to tell him that she was sorry… that she loved him… that she didn’t want him to grieve over her death… but the gurgling sound coming from her throat sounded nothing like what she wanted to say and the tears fell more heavily from her eyes.
“Shhh… do not talk, my love. Everything will be alright, I promise…” the broken voice of the elf above her said, as he saw the blood trickling from her mouth. She was cold in his arms and he could feel life slipping away from her, as she coughed from the dark red liquid that choked her. Legolas wiped the blood running from her lips, as if the action would make it stop. He looked at the blood on his hands, as if seeing the coppery liquid for the first time. It was such an unfathomable thought that it belonged to his wife; that along with the red substance, life quickly seeped out of her as well.
He held her closer at the terrible thought, feeling her shiver and she managed a smile at him. She was feeling cold, he could tell. Her skin felt frozen and the beating of her heart had grown unstable. What have I ever done to you? What? he silently asked the Valar above him, his desperation growing with every passing second. He was losing the only woman he had ever loved and he was as helpless as a small child! So much strength, so many skills, so much fame and so many battles won for nothing! Nobody had ever won in the battle of Death and even the famous elven warrior of the Fellowship could do nothing to save his beloved against it…
“Do not leave me, meleth nín… Do not fly away from me, for not even death will ever ease my pain…” he told her through sobs and held her tighter. [my love]
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Adanoth sprinted up the stairs through the slowly dying battle around him and approached the gathered crowd with curiosity. His heart fluttered as he couldn’t locate Legolas with a quick scan, the Lady’s words appearing in his mind. Valar, do not let him be hurt! he prayed silently as he pushed his way through the elves.
But seeing his best friend cradling the limp body of Elaine in his arms, rocking back and forth with the intensity of his sobs, whispering incomprehensible pleas in her ear… he truly wished for his friend to have been fatally wounded instead of Elaine. Death would have been gentler to Legolas than his pain and his grief.
He raised his glittering eyes to Belwen and she broke away from the healer holding her, to sink herself in his arms. There would be no end to the grief in the elven city. Both for the Prince and the young Princess.
Elaine had stopped feeling cold now. How much time had passed, she could not tell. It seemed whole hours for her, but it could have been only minutes for all she knew. The pain had stopped. The floating feeling had returned stronger and she welcomed it. She felt tired, so tired and weak, yet she gripped Legolas’ hand with a strength that turned her knuckles white. She could hear him crying above her, but she could do nothing to comfort him. Her vision blurred, and slowly, she felt consciousness slipping away…
“Elaine…? No, no, Elaine stay with me! You can fight it, my love!”
Legolas’ moves were frantic as he felt her heartbeat dying out. He held her, kissed her, rubbed her frozen skin, but her eyelids kept fluttering closed. The realization that she would truly die and he would never feel her warm touch, or see her beautiful smile, kiss her full lips or laugh at her pouting face made his desperation turn into insanity. He had accepted the fact that she would die in a short time, merely a blink of an eye in his immortal life, but not so soon… not so soon! They had so many things to do together and he had so many things to learn about his wife! By the Valar, they had been married for only a week, she could not leave him! His heart could not stand it if she died! He froze his futile attempts to bring her to life, as he felt her hand squeezing his own tighter.
He watched with tearful eyes as Elaine moved her hand with difficulty over her heart with the last coherent thoughts left to her and mouthed the words ‘I love you’.
“I love you too, ël tithen nín… I beg of you, do not leave me, my love…”
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
And then silence.
Legolas felt his wife’s wrist and neck desperately for the faint pulse that kept her in life, but there was nothing. He moved his hand over her heart, unable to believe that she was gone, only to find it silent as well.
“No… No, Elaine look at me! Elaine! Come back to me, Elaine!”
Adanoth and Belwen watched mortified as the blond elf clutched the dead woman in his arms and cried with muffled sobs, as he hid his face in her neck. The elleth started sobbing, too, in the Captain’s arms, but Adanoth could do nothing else than stare numbly at the scene before him. He could not believe it. The Valar could not be that cruel.
Nature seemed to be more silent than ever. Nothing could be heard, except for the rattling armor of the fleeing orcs. The trees were silent. The water had stopped its murmur. The flowers bowed their petals in grief.
The cry that came out of the Prince’s lips pierced the air and echoed inside the cavern system of Lim Aear. The sound was inhuman; filled with pain, anger and desperation. Even the unfeeling beasts who had caused it, turned their heads startled at the alien sound.
And some miles away, the Lady of Light sank in her husband’s arms as she moved away from her powerful mirror, her cheeks stained with her silver tears. Lord Celeborn turned his eyes to the leafy canopy of the mallorn trees, like he once did to the sky.
“So it has happened. The time of the elves has finally ended.”
The end?
Disclaimer: See Prologue.
italics: thoughts
[translations]
Chapter 27
The black arrow was flying towards Legolas like a black serpent of death, ready to sip the life out of her golden Prince; her beloved husband.
Your love could be the one to save him from what you saw…
Elaine’s mind filled with the picture she had seen in Galadriel’s mirror, with Legolas lying dead in her arms from an arrow.
Everything has a price. A price you will both have to pay.
Legolas would lose his immortality.
And she would lose her life.
She would very much like to say that what she did was an act of bravery. An act of unconditional love and epic courage. But Elaine was only an everyday girl of 20 and when everything happens so fast, you don’t think too much; you just act.
So, Elaine instinctively stepped in front of Legolas to protect him from the quickly flying arrow.
****************************************************************************
Legolas’ body went numb, his heart stopping at the sickening thud coming from behind him. Turning around he dropped his weapons and caught Elaine who was slowly sinking to the ground looking bewildered at the arrow protruding from her chest.
He never noticed the elves becoming aware of the group of orcs at the left and rushing to fight them back.
He never noticed the calls of his soldiers to find a healer, for the Princess was hurt.
He never noticed anything, but the heavy darkness upon his soul, as he felt his world crumble and fall around him.
Elaine could not react from the pain. It was so unbearable that she had stopped trying to breathe. Her vision became blurry as the lump in her throat finally found a way out through her tears and a small whimper escaped her. Instantly, Legolas’ hands were gently cupping her face and looking at her completely lost; for the first time in his life, he truly didn’t know what to do.
Her body protested to the lack of oxygen and she unwillingly sucked in air. She was surprised that the pain had diminished to a burning feeling, but it was so difficult to breathe! She felt like she was drowning, her lungs and throat filling with a liquid that was chocking her.
Blood. She could never mistake its metallic taste.
“Stay with me Elaine,” Legolas’ urgent voice broke into her foggy brain, when she closed her eyes, giving into the heaviness of her eyelids.
Legolas looked up as the protective circle created around them broke to let the healers approach the woman in his arms. They knelt next to him, a frown upon their face.
“Save her… I beg of you….”
The healer stopped probing Elaine’s injury with his skilled fingers and turned confused at the strangled voice. He looked with surprise at the broken figure beside him; if he didn’t know him since he had been a child, he could never tell it was the Prince of Lim Aear. He looked paler than Elaine herself. How to inform him that his beloved was beyond saving?
“My lord…” he began and sighed. “My lord, the arrow has pierced her lung and ‘tis filled with blood. Even if we remove the arrow, we cannot stop the internal bleeding…-“
“For Valar’s sake, do something!!”
The healer flinched at the volume of his voice, but did not move. There was nothing they could do. Nothing to save the poor girl, who had given her life for the Prince. His head turned to his right, as an elleth pushed her way through the bodies of the soldiers upon hearing the news. Belwen froze at the sight that greeted her. She covered her mouth to stifle her sobs, as her eyes filled with tears. It could not be happening… It was not true! The healer got up and held her away as she tried to approach the couple, motioning for his two assistants to move away and give the couple privacy for their last moments together. There was truly nothing they could do for the young Princess; her wound was fatal and trying to remove the arrow would only shorten her little time left, as the blood would leave her body more freely. Legolas glared at them, frustrated at his helplessness.
“Will you not even try?” he told them through clenched teeth.
“We cannot…-“
“I will not let my wife die!” he growled at them as he grabbed the arrow in a moment of desperation with a steady grip and proceeded to take it out. Elaine’s scream, as he tried to move it, made him withdraw his hand as if it had got burnt and he immediately held her close again.
“Forgive me, ël tithen nín,” he whispered as his desperation finally sank in and hit him with magnified force. [my little star]
He was losing her. And there was nothing he could do. For the first time in his immortal life since the loss of his mother, Legolas let the tears fall from his azure eyes without shame.
Elaine’s dizziness from the sudden pain had slowly gone away, but the confused state in her mind would not allow her any coherent thoughts. She was getting cold. And she was aware that she was dying. She felt so scared, so alone… The choking feeling was growing stronger and she suddenly felt so sorry for everything… Sorry for her family and good friends that would be devastated once they learned of her death… Oh her poor mother would follow her to the grave for sure! But most of all, she felt sorry for Legolas… Sorry that she had met him and that she had destroyed his peaceful life…
Something warm trickled on her cold skin and she raised her eyes to Legolas’ face. He was crying! She could never imagine the invincible Prince cry and the image before her unsettled her even more. So she was indeed dying… She was indeed tearing his heart, piece by piece, in the agonizing slowness with which she felt herself surrender to the arms of Death… Gathering all her strength, she tried to talk… to tell him that she was sorry… that she loved him… that she didn’t want him to grieve over her death… but the gurgling sound coming from her throat sounded nothing like what she wanted to say and the tears fell more heavily from her eyes.
“Shhh… do not talk, my love. Everything will be alright, I promise…” the broken voice of the elf above her said, as he saw the blood trickling from her mouth. She was cold in his arms and he could feel life slipping away from her, as she coughed from the dark red liquid that choked her. Legolas wiped the blood running from her lips, as if the action would make it stop. He looked at the blood on his hands, as if seeing the coppery liquid for the first time. It was such an unfathomable thought that it belonged to his wife; that along with the red substance, life quickly seeped out of her as well.
He held her closer at the terrible thought, feeling her shiver and she managed a smile at him. She was feeling cold, he could tell. Her skin felt frozen and the beating of her heart had grown unstable. What have I ever done to you? What? he silently asked the Valar above him, his desperation growing with every passing second. He was losing the only woman he had ever loved and he was as helpless as a small child! So much strength, so many skills, so much fame and so many battles won for nothing! Nobody had ever won in the battle of Death and even the famous elven warrior of the Fellowship could do nothing to save his beloved against it…
“Do not leave me, meleth nín… Do not fly away from me, for not even death will ever ease my pain…” he told her through sobs and held her tighter. [my love]
**************************************************************************
Adanoth sprinted up the stairs through the slowly dying battle around him and approached the gathered crowd with curiosity. His heart fluttered as he couldn’t locate Legolas with a quick scan, the Lady’s words appearing in his mind. Valar, do not let him be hurt! he prayed silently as he pushed his way through the elves.
But seeing his best friend cradling the limp body of Elaine in his arms, rocking back and forth with the intensity of his sobs, whispering incomprehensible pleas in her ear… he truly wished for his friend to have been fatally wounded instead of Elaine. Death would have been gentler to Legolas than his pain and his grief.
He raised his glittering eyes to Belwen and she broke away from the healer holding her, to sink herself in his arms. There would be no end to the grief in the elven city. Both for the Prince and the young Princess.
Elaine had stopped feeling cold now. How much time had passed, she could not tell. It seemed whole hours for her, but it could have been only minutes for all she knew. The pain had stopped. The floating feeling had returned stronger and she welcomed it. She felt tired, so tired and weak, yet she gripped Legolas’ hand with a strength that turned her knuckles white. She could hear him crying above her, but she could do nothing to comfort him. Her vision blurred, and slowly, she felt consciousness slipping away…
“Elaine…? No, no, Elaine stay with me! You can fight it, my love!”
Legolas’ moves were frantic as he felt her heartbeat dying out. He held her, kissed her, rubbed her frozen skin, but her eyelids kept fluttering closed. The realization that she would truly die and he would never feel her warm touch, or see her beautiful smile, kiss her full lips or laugh at her pouting face made his desperation turn into insanity. He had accepted the fact that she would die in a short time, merely a blink of an eye in his immortal life, but not so soon… not so soon! They had so many things to do together and he had so many things to learn about his wife! By the Valar, they had been married for only a week, she could not leave him! His heart could not stand it if she died! He froze his futile attempts to bring her to life, as he felt her hand squeezing his own tighter.
He watched with tearful eyes as Elaine moved her hand with difficulty over her heart with the last coherent thoughts left to her and mouthed the words ‘I love you’.
“I love you too, ël tithen nín… I beg of you, do not leave me, my love…”
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
And then silence.
Legolas felt his wife’s wrist and neck desperately for the faint pulse that kept her in life, but there was nothing. He moved his hand over her heart, unable to believe that she was gone, only to find it silent as well.
“No… No, Elaine look at me! Elaine! Come back to me, Elaine!”
Adanoth and Belwen watched mortified as the blond elf clutched the dead woman in his arms and cried with muffled sobs, as he hid his face in her neck. The elleth started sobbing, too, in the Captain’s arms, but Adanoth could do nothing else than stare numbly at the scene before him. He could not believe it. The Valar could not be that cruel.
Nature seemed to be more silent than ever. Nothing could be heard, except for the rattling armor of the fleeing orcs. The trees were silent. The water had stopped its murmur. The flowers bowed their petals in grief.
The cry that came out of the Prince’s lips pierced the air and echoed inside the cavern system of Lim Aear. The sound was inhuman; filled with pain, anger and desperation. Even the unfeeling beasts who had caused it, turned their heads startled at the alien sound.
And some miles away, the Lady of Light sank in her husband’s arms as she moved away from her powerful mirror, her cheeks stained with her silver tears. Lord Celeborn turned his eyes to the leafy canopy of the mallorn trees, like he once did to the sky.
“So it has happened. The time of the elves has finally ended.”
The end?