TA 2711 For You, I Will [ONE-SHOT]
Jul 7, 2018 4:11:02 GMT -5
Post by LEGOLAS on Jul 7, 2018 4:11:02 GMT -5
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Legolas watched the rain continue to pour, surrounding the forest with its own personal beauty. Wearing his normal attire for every day patrol, he began to feel it all soak and send a chill to the very bone. Hair was clinging to his face and back as he sat in a tree that was all too familiar. All of it was too familiar and bothered his senses in more ways than one.
He was alone now. Tauriel finally did what she had wanted. She was Elrohir’s now and the prince was once more in heartache. He would miss her, miss what friendship they managed to have. I could have at least lived with that.. so long as she was here.., he said to himself as he continued to let the rain fall upon him from leaves that could not catch it.
What would he do now, now that his heart was shattered? So many times he had tried, but the Valar had other plans. Curse them! I curse all the gods for making me live such a life of sorrow! Legolas hit the tree as hard as he could, scratching his fist from the impact. He could not help himself and he began to weep.
A life without love was not a life worth living. He could feel himself slipping in and out of the grieving process. It would happen; it was bound to start. He could feel the burn, the tingly sensation of it all. The pain, so intense, could not be stopped. It did not matter how much pride and strength he had, the grief was willing to continue and the elf prince could not hold it back forever.
Out of all the elleth’s in Arda, why did I fall for someone who could not love me back? Again, no response. No one was here, not even the gods were willing to aid him in his sorrows. Something though, burnt worse than dragon fire in his finger tips. It caused the elf to stop all his nonsense and jerk, thinking perhaps an ant stung him with their bite.
But no.
No, this wasn’t a innocent ant that felt threatened. This was more. Legolas with a shakey breath and wide eyes looked to the tips of his fingers, seeing them look the way they do for the first time. He rubbed them together, still afraid of what he saw. They were.. blackened with a sickening red. It was if he had been burned and was now deteriorating... No! No he could not be grieving so much that his body was willing to break!!!
He could not be doing this! Legolas had to live, be the heir his father needed! His father needed him! He held his arm with the other one then, realizing that this was what the gods had given to him; fate. His fate was to die, wasn’t it? To die from such pain, loss, and sorrow? He had lost so much and had gained nothing other than a title as prince.
He lost his mother, his father he had lost in other ways for he was distant and cold. He had lost a friend and most importantly, the one he loved more than his life. That was why it was happening, wasn’t it? Legolas looked down to his hand again, seeing the nasty oozing flesh still there on his fingers. The prince knew that he could fix it. He could if he tried. Legolas knew of his father’s own and how he hid it. The younger elf could do so as well; he would just have to learn.
But how could he learn when he could not speak of it to his father? A frustrated sigh came from him as he finally stood up. This could not be my purpose. I could not have been born just to die of such sorrows! My life must have more meaning! Just will yourself to feel better. Just picture it gone. Picture your hand being just fine. Legolas had closed his eyes, thinking hard on those thoughts.
Sapphire eyes slowly opened and he sighed in relief with a smile, seeing everything back to normal. The nightmare was over. He could go back inside if he wished without anyone knowing. Though, he wished to sit out here a little longer.. and wait. Perhaps one day, maybe today, she would come for a visit. So with that, Legolas did.
Legolas waited even when the rain would not relent and the skies started to darken. For eternity, he could wait.
Drip.
Drip.
Legolas watched the rain continue to pour, surrounding the forest with its own personal beauty. Wearing his normal attire for every day patrol, he began to feel it all soak and send a chill to the very bone. Hair was clinging to his face and back as he sat in a tree that was all too familiar. All of it was too familiar and bothered his senses in more ways than one.
He was alone now. Tauriel finally did what she had wanted. She was Elrohir’s now and the prince was once more in heartache. He would miss her, miss what friendship they managed to have. I could have at least lived with that.. so long as she was here.., he said to himself as he continued to let the rain fall upon him from leaves that could not catch it.
What would he do now, now that his heart was shattered? So many times he had tried, but the Valar had other plans. Curse them! I curse all the gods for making me live such a life of sorrow! Legolas hit the tree as hard as he could, scratching his fist from the impact. He could not help himself and he began to weep.
A life without love was not a life worth living. He could feel himself slipping in and out of the grieving process. It would happen; it was bound to start. He could feel the burn, the tingly sensation of it all. The pain, so intense, could not be stopped. It did not matter how much pride and strength he had, the grief was willing to continue and the elf prince could not hold it back forever.
Out of all the elleth’s in Arda, why did I fall for someone who could not love me back? Again, no response. No one was here, not even the gods were willing to aid him in his sorrows. Something though, burnt worse than dragon fire in his finger tips. It caused the elf to stop all his nonsense and jerk, thinking perhaps an ant stung him with their bite.
But no.
No, this wasn’t a innocent ant that felt threatened. This was more. Legolas with a shakey breath and wide eyes looked to the tips of his fingers, seeing them look the way they do for the first time. He rubbed them together, still afraid of what he saw. They were.. blackened with a sickening red. It was if he had been burned and was now deteriorating... No! No he could not be grieving so much that his body was willing to break!!!
He could not be doing this! Legolas had to live, be the heir his father needed! His father needed him! He held his arm with the other one then, realizing that this was what the gods had given to him; fate. His fate was to die, wasn’t it? To die from such pain, loss, and sorrow? He had lost so much and had gained nothing other than a title as prince.
He lost his mother, his father he had lost in other ways for he was distant and cold. He had lost a friend and most importantly, the one he loved more than his life. That was why it was happening, wasn’t it? Legolas looked down to his hand again, seeing the nasty oozing flesh still there on his fingers. The prince knew that he could fix it. He could if he tried. Legolas knew of his father’s own and how he hid it. The younger elf could do so as well; he would just have to learn.
But how could he learn when he could not speak of it to his father? A frustrated sigh came from him as he finally stood up. This could not be my purpose. I could not have been born just to die of such sorrows! My life must have more meaning! Just will yourself to feel better. Just picture it gone. Picture your hand being just fine. Legolas had closed his eyes, thinking hard on those thoughts.
Sapphire eyes slowly opened and he sighed in relief with a smile, seeing everything back to normal. The nightmare was over. He could go back inside if he wished without anyone knowing. Though, he wished to sit out here a little longer.. and wait. Perhaps one day, maybe today, she would come for a visit. So with that, Legolas did.
Legolas waited even when the rain would not relent and the skies started to darken. For eternity, he could wait.