Sacrifice Myself for You
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Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
2,138
Reviews:
38
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Despair?
Thank u for your reviews.
Thanks to my Beta, Manon, as usual for beta-ing my stories, all of them.
Now for the story.
Enjoy!!!
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I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress, hair full of anger
Hell did my chest
Uphill stuggle, blood , sweat and tears, nothing to gain
Everything to fear
“Nobody's Listening” – Linkin Park
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Chapter 4: Despair?
“Elrohir!” Wake Gandalf; I need his aid. Do it quickly!” Elrond ordered.
Elrohir made his way to the maia’s chamber. In his haste he opened the door without knocking, and blushed when he saw the angry look the maia gave him for disturbing his sleep.
“Elrohir, what are you doing here in the middle of the night?” Gandalf asked him.
“Forgive me for waking you, Gandalf, but my father asks for your aid,” he said. He saw that Gandalf looked puzzled. “It is the Prince,” Elrohir said, “something is wrong.”
Gandalf quickly got out of the bed and, taking his staff, followed Elrohir as they hurried back to the healing room. When they entered the room, they saw Elrond and Elladan tried to warm Legolas, but Gandalf could see from the look on their faces that they were not successful.
“Elrond? What is wrong?” Gandalf asked him worriedly.
“Legolas’ skin feels icy; I have tried to warm him, but his skin still feels too cold to touch,” Elrond explained in a weak voice.
“Elladan, Elrohir!” Catching the twins’ attention, he continued: “Stay with him, tried anything that crosses your minds; in the meantime, I will speak with your father.”
Gandalf left the room, but Elrond remained where he was, still staring at the Prince, until he felt Gandalf’s hand clasping his shoulder and pulling him outside the room. Together they made their way to Gandalf’s chamber.
“Elrond, my friend, how you faring?” Gandalf asked. He looked at Elrond; he saw how tired and pale the Elf Lord was.
“I am fine, but Legolas is not,” Elrond said. He was angry at his friend’s reaction.
“You do not understand, my friend,” Gandalf said. He stopped and faced Elrond. “We both know what happened to Celebrían; and you fear that Legolas will begin to fade as Celebrían did. You fear that he will fade so much that he, too, will leave Middle-earth to travel to the Havens.”
Elrond sighed. He did not want to remember what happened to his wife, but Gandalf *was* right; he was afraid that he would lose Legolas the same way. And he did not want that to happen.
“What can we do to help him?” Elrond asked the maia.
“We?” Gandalf asked.
“Yes, we. Gandalf, I need your aid; I fear that I have lost the power of healing,” Elrond said, and sighed heavily.
Gandalf saw the despair in the Elf Lord’s eyes. Placing his hand on Elrond’s shoulder, he said: “You have not lost your power. You are just afraid to lose the one you love.” Elrond stared at the maia when he heard his last words. Gandalf smiled. “Yes,” he said, “I know of your feelings for the Prince.”
Gandalf turned and left, leaving Elrond to try and think of a way to heal Legolas.
The maia made his way back to the healing room. When he entered, he saw the twins were still desperately trying to warm the Prince.
Making his way to the bed, Gandalf put his hand on Legolas’ forehead. It still felt icy to his touch.
‘Legolas is not responding to the herbs; there is still poison in his body, I can sense it,’ Gandalf thought.
Gandalf turned around and saw the worried look that the twins wore on their faces.
Elrond entered the room; a breeze of air preceded him, and Gandalf saw the light and hope in Elrond’s eyes and knew that the Elf Lord had found a solution.
“Father?” Elrohir asked him.
“Yes, my son?” Elrond looked at Elrohir with a smile on his face.
“Were you able to find out what happened to him?” Elrohir asked.
“Thank to Gandalf, I did,” Elrond said, approaching the maia.
“What is it?” Elladan asked impatiently.
End of chapter 4
Thanks to my Beta, Manon, as usual for beta-ing my stories, all of them.
Now for the story.
Enjoy!!!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress, hair full of anger
Hell did my chest
Uphill stuggle, blood , sweat and tears, nothing to gain
Everything to fear
“Nobody's Listening” – Linkin Park
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Chapter 4: Despair?
“Elrohir!” Wake Gandalf; I need his aid. Do it quickly!” Elrond ordered.
Elrohir made his way to the maia’s chamber. In his haste he opened the door without knocking, and blushed when he saw the angry look the maia gave him for disturbing his sleep.
“Elrohir, what are you doing here in the middle of the night?” Gandalf asked him.
“Forgive me for waking you, Gandalf, but my father asks for your aid,” he said. He saw that Gandalf looked puzzled. “It is the Prince,” Elrohir said, “something is wrong.”
Gandalf quickly got out of the bed and, taking his staff, followed Elrohir as they hurried back to the healing room. When they entered the room, they saw Elrond and Elladan tried to warm Legolas, but Gandalf could see from the look on their faces that they were not successful.
“Elrond? What is wrong?” Gandalf asked him worriedly.
“Legolas’ skin feels icy; I have tried to warm him, but his skin still feels too cold to touch,” Elrond explained in a weak voice.
“Elladan, Elrohir!” Catching the twins’ attention, he continued: “Stay with him, tried anything that crosses your minds; in the meantime, I will speak with your father.”
Gandalf left the room, but Elrond remained where he was, still staring at the Prince, until he felt Gandalf’s hand clasping his shoulder and pulling him outside the room. Together they made their way to Gandalf’s chamber.
“Elrond, my friend, how you faring?” Gandalf asked. He looked at Elrond; he saw how tired and pale the Elf Lord was.
“I am fine, but Legolas is not,” Elrond said. He was angry at his friend’s reaction.
“You do not understand, my friend,” Gandalf said. He stopped and faced Elrond. “We both know what happened to Celebrían; and you fear that Legolas will begin to fade as Celebrían did. You fear that he will fade so much that he, too, will leave Middle-earth to travel to the Havens.”
Elrond sighed. He did not want to remember what happened to his wife, but Gandalf *was* right; he was afraid that he would lose Legolas the same way. And he did not want that to happen.
“What can we do to help him?” Elrond asked the maia.
“We?” Gandalf asked.
“Yes, we. Gandalf, I need your aid; I fear that I have lost the power of healing,” Elrond said, and sighed heavily.
Gandalf saw the despair in the Elf Lord’s eyes. Placing his hand on Elrond’s shoulder, he said: “You have not lost your power. You are just afraid to lose the one you love.” Elrond stared at the maia when he heard his last words. Gandalf smiled. “Yes,” he said, “I know of your feelings for the Prince.”
Gandalf turned and left, leaving Elrond to try and think of a way to heal Legolas.
The maia made his way back to the healing room. When he entered, he saw the twins were still desperately trying to warm the Prince.
Making his way to the bed, Gandalf put his hand on Legolas’ forehead. It still felt icy to his touch.
‘Legolas is not responding to the herbs; there is still poison in his body, I can sense it,’ Gandalf thought.
Gandalf turned around and saw the worried look that the twins wore on their faces.
Elrond entered the room; a breeze of air preceded him, and Gandalf saw the light and hope in Elrond’s eyes and knew that the Elf Lord had found a solution.
“Father?” Elrohir asked him.
“Yes, my son?” Elrond looked at Elrohir with a smile on his face.
“Were you able to find out what happened to him?” Elrohir asked.
“Thank to Gandalf, I did,” Elrond said, approaching the maia.
“What is it?” Elladan asked impatiently.
End of chapter 4