Amystika

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Okay, since the general response is "You can't kill Legolas", you may be happy to know that our little Elf isn't dead... yet.

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MarySuesREvil: I'm not making it slash for the plot. I could have just as easily wrote what I wanted to and completely omit the entire love subplots. However, personal experience has long since taught me that when there's a lot of messed up crap going on in someone's life, the only thing they really want to do is to find someone they love (family omitted, there's just some things that I can't tell my family) and tell them everything so they can make it all better (not literally). Consider what's going on with Legolas, and the incredible lack of available women in Tolkien's Middle-earth (and therefore mine), I think it works out just fine. Of course, if you don't like slash, by all means, don't read it. It's not a question of sexuality with me, it's just that the characters play well off each other.


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Current soundtrack: random snippits from the Cruxshadows.

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Elladan and Elrohir had explained everything they had seen and experienced to the group they were with, refusing to leave until they could at least collect Legolas' body.

Glorfindel found Elladan helping in the camp, knowing that the elder twin would feel that he needed to do something to keep from falling into brooding. Elrohir, however, seemed much less inclined to keep up a good humour. The younger twin was sitting outside of the fire's warmth, his back to the camp when Glorfindel found him.

"Elrohir," the ancient blonde spoke as he took a seat on the ground next to the son of his lord.

"I should've done something," Elrohir muttered. "There had to have been something."

"There was nothing you could have done."

Elrohir shook his head, "No. I know there could have been something...."

"Elrohir..."

Elrohir looked at Glorfindel with tear-filled eyes. "I could have at least told him..."

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Legolas had wondered what dying would have been like after he saw Boromir fall. And Theoden after that. Mortality had always caught his curiousity, but this was not what he expected.

It was an inky blackness that surrounded, he felt nothing terribly different. No celestial images, no visitations from the Valar, or ones he had loved and lost. This line of thought led him to two conclusions; either all he had previously heard of death was false, or that he was not dead. At the moment, he was hoping for the latter.

"Quite right, little Elf."

Legolas jumped at the voice, frustrated to find that he had no weapon nor could he see beyond the darkness that surrounded him. Disoriented and confused, Legolas tried to find the source of the voice. "Show yourself."

Several of the creatures that had just caused Legolas' fall seperated from the shadows, unseen except for the thin line of silver that served as eyes. Taking a step back from the weaving streaks of silver, Legolas wished for a weapon once more.

"Now really, Master Elf," the voice now sounded like several. "We are not meant to harm you."

"Of course not, you just attacked me and my friends," Legolas muttered.

"There was no other way to show you," the streaks of silver were moving closer together now, looking like thin lines weaving around each other. "Or to tell you. You would not listen, otherwise."

"Just who are you?" Legolas asked, watching in fascination as the silver lines swirled together. A figure, not quite black rose when the lines touched. Legolas was more amazed that he could discern the figure from the environment rather than how it rose in an almost liquid manner.

The figure had taken full form, though it was really an unidentifiable blackness. Like a shadow. "A guardian. A Maiar spirit."

"Like Gandalf?"

"Gandalf?"

"Olorin," Legolas clarified. "He was a guide to those against the Dark Lord in my world."

"Olorin has never left the Blessed Realm. Plans were made, long ago, after the Breaking. But not followed."

"But you're here."

"I am. I was sent before the way West was closed. And I am here to help open it once more."

Legolas frowned, "And just what do you want with me?"

The figure seemed to move, a slight pulsation. "You are an oddity. You come from a different world, of peace and prosperity. With no darkness fettering your soul, you may be the one that can defeat Sauron."

Legolas gave a skeptical look, "You expect me to defeat the Dark Lord? In a land where he has gone unchallenged?"

"No."

"Then what do you expect me to do?"

"Weaken the Dark Lord. You alone cannot defeat him. But you can inspire others to try."

At Legolas' confusion, the figure tried to clarify. "You are to attempt the Trials. They will make you strong enough to weaken Sauron."

"And why do you think that I will trust you?"

"Because I have not killed you, and will not."

Legolas frowned and was about to say something but did not get the chance when he suddenly found himself lying on the floor of the forest.

He sat up slowly, feeling a sharp pain in his ribs. The mist had not gone, and figures still moved through it. But none of the little shadows. Standing, Legolas wrapped an arm around his ribs, he could see the small pool of blood from where he had been lying and looked around. The figures in the mist seemed to move aside for him, and Legolas could see the glint of the campfire.

As he passed by, one figure seperated from the mist and Legolas looked at it, trying to discern any features. He caught the familarity of the figure and stopped. "...Ada?"

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The camp was just being broken as the darkness of the forest began to lessen to an almost bearable grey. One Elf under Haldir's command spread dirt over the dying embers of the fire while the rest prepared their packs.

Haldir sat with Elrohir near the edge of the clearing. "Perhaps we should have told him?" the blonde said.

Elrohir sighed, "Tell him that we both loved the Legolas we knew? Tell him that it was because of our mistrust of each other that our Legolas died? I have no heart to do that to him."

"We could have told him a few things," Haldir maintained. "He asked enough."

Elrohir was silent for a few minutes. Haldir, thinking that he was not going to recieve an answer, stood and started to move away. He almost missed Elrohir's soft words. "It was the same soul... That is why he is here, they are one in the same."

Haldir looked at the younger twin, "You love him, then?"

At Elrohir's nod, Haldir started to walk away. "If what you say is true, than you are more faithful to Legolas, both of them."

As the blonde went to rejoin the camp, all activity seemed to stop as one of the watchmen gave a cry. All eyes turned to where the Elf was pointing and Elrohir jumped to his feet, racing to the approaching figure.

"Legolas?!" Elrohir hugged the younger Elf, pulling back enough to only support Legolas when he heard a soft gasp of pain. "We thought you dead."

Legolas smiled weakly, "It seems to take more to kill me."

Glorfindel quickly stepped up to look Legolas over. "Come with me. I will help you get bandaged until we can reach Imladris."

Glorfindel took Legolas from Elrohir's grip and led the younger Elf off to one side of the camp. Haldir gave Elrohir a gentle push in the same direction.

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Hm. That solved a few things. And before it's asked; no, that was not Saruman.