Every man dies, not every man really lives

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Chapter VIII

Legolas could only sit there with tears in his eyes. His good friend had fallen. She had now vanished from all of Middle-earth. What would he do? What could do? All was empty now... All was just- just- empty. Empty. What was he to fight for now. Where would he go? He couldn't fight knowing that t was for nothing. He had no friend by him, Aranel was only a person he had once met. He was alone, just alone. There was nothing. What should he do. What should he do? Could he go back to the shire? No. Mirkwood? No. But wait! There was an entire army depending on him- alone..... alone...... alone..... There was nothing. How? Where? He looked down at Yaviel's bloodstained face, she was gone. She had fallen? How!? Why?

He looked down at the face thinking what he should do. Suddenly, the angelic coughed up blood and opened it's eyes. He looked at the eyes and laughed. She sat up and looked at him. They only sat where they were and looked at echother with tears in their eyes.

"I'd thought I lost you!" said Legolas.

"I thought I had lost you!" replied the elven maiden. Legolas stood up and handed her a bow.

"It's yours."

"Thank you," she said.

Legolas helped her onto the white horse and just stared at her. She looked at him and said,

"Together to the end."

"Aye!" cried the elf. He swung himself onto the horse, raised his bow and called out,

"Herio!" The horse ran off to the army. And they were off to Mirkwood.

To be continued....
Written by Legolas: Danny

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