This is the final chapter, dedicated to Marylou, whose kind e-mails
have helped me finish this story. It gets a little gory…in a graphic way,
so I will be placing stars around the places you don't want to read if you
get nauseous easily. Elvish speech is in ' ', and thoughts are in *. I
would just like to say that I made Legolas shirtless for reason…wristgaurds
make them so hot! *drool* I hope you like it, because I put a lot of effort
into this particular chapter. Anyway…I hope you enjoy!
Legolas ran down the hallway until he came to his chambers, knowing Faramir would be there still.
He burst in, and the human looked up from the book he was reading.
'Oh Legolas,' he said, noticing how the elf was shaking. 'What did he do to you love?' He pulled him close, and began stroking his soft silky hair.
Legolas just rested his head on Faramir's chest, trying to block out what Aragorn had said. *I was trying to protect you…he doesn't love you…*
'Love me,' he muttered into his tunic.
'What was that? With your head there I can't understand you,' Faramir gently cupped Legolas's narrow face in his hands and they stared at each other, blue-green connecting with gray.
'Love me,' Legolas whispered before he kissed Faramir. The puzzled expression faded from his face as he gently kissed the beautiful elf. Slowly as the kisses grew more passionate, he undid the buttons of Legolas's white shirt, letting it fall to the floor. He began running his hands over the elf's chest, enjoying the feel of the muscles beneath the satiny skin, which was even more smooth than usual because of Aragorn's medicine.
A loud noise suddenly made Legolas jerk away.
'What is it?' Faramir asked, and Legolas pointed out the window.
'Orcs,' he whispered, as they watched wave upon wave of foul dark creature's pour into the valley. 'Don't just stand there!' yelled Legolas, strapping his quiver of arrows over his bare chest. 'We have to help!'
'Right,' Faramir agreed, getting his sword, and following the elf as he sprinted from the room.
Legolas jumped off the staircase, landing cat like on the floor. He didn't care that he was only wearing his wristgaurds and leggings. There were more important things on his mind. Like if the hobbits and Gimli were safe. He ran out the great doors and stared at the battle taking place in front of him. Groups of humans and other creatures of Middle Earth were fighting fiercely against the creatures of darkness. Legolas spotted sparks flying in the air and he knew that was where Gandalf was. He hoped the hobbits were safe with him. Then he spotted a petite figure stabbing left and right with her sword.
'Ewoyn,' Legolas murmured and he shouted to Faramir. 'Go help her! I'm going to go and help the others!'
'Be careful love,' said the human watching the graceful elf run off in the direction of Haldir and Gimli, who were surrounded.
Legolas jumped into the fray, beheading an orc with one of his long white knives.
'Where have you been Legolas?' asked Haldir, before killing another orc. 'We thought you were dead.'
'Not yet,' said Legolas, dark blood smeared all over his chest. 'I don't think this is a battle we can win.'
'Neither do I,' said Haldir, as he scanned the valley with his eyes. 'They have some kind of new weapon, I don't know what it does, but it's causing a hell of a lot of damage over there.' He pointed down the field where Legolas had seen Gandalf's sparks earlier. His breath caught in his throat.
'Where are you going?' Haldir shouted.
'To check it out!' called Legolas.
'But that's suicide!' yelled Haldir, but an orc blade between his ribs silenced his cries. Legolas however didn't notice, for he was to focused on the hobbits and Gandalf to look back.
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With the hobbits…
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"Gandalf!" cried Merry as he watched the wizard fall. *Why now? We have come so far, why now?* All the smoke and noise was confusing him, and he didn't notice a large flaming rock flying towards him.
"Merry watch out!" yelled the other three hobbits but it was too late…the rock had caught him in the chest, sending him flying backwards in a burst of flame.
"Merry," croaked Pippin hoarsely, for a large piece of rock was embedded in his forehead, making blood gush down his face. "Merry," he repeated, turning his best friend over onto his back. It wasn't a pretty sight. His tunic was in bloody tatters, and gray hunks of rock could be seen amongst the ripped bruised flesh.
"Pippin," he whispered, blood flecking his lips. "What is happening to me?"
"Merry, you're dying…" Pippin said softly before he felt something burst inside of his head, making him fall back limp.
"Pippin," Merry sobbed, holding him close to his bleeding chest.
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This was the scene Legolas stumbled upon when he reached them.
'No,' he cried, looking at the dead forms of Gandalf, Frodo, Sam, Pippin, and Merry. 'Don't die godamit! Why did you come all this way just to die?'
Sobbing uncontrollably he fell to his knees, his bloodstained hair falling over his shoulders.
'Why did you take them godamit!'
'Legolas,' came a gruff but gentle voice. 'They're gone now. You're needed in battle.'
'Go away Aragorn!' shouted Legolas. 'Leave me be!'
'No!' said the human, grabbing his wrists and forcing him to stand. 'You can't stay here or you'll die. I don't think any of them would want you to die.'
Legolas looked at the corpses of his friends. Gandalf, who had a determined look on his face, and he knew that the wizard had protected the hobbits till the end. Frodo and Sam, who hands were clasped together in a symbol of their love. And then Merry…the friend who helped him through all of it years ago. The one who made him realize he didn't love Aragorn, the only one who truly understood…Seeing his bloody form clinging to Pippin brought tears to his eyes. But it also brought determination and the will to carry on.
'Let's go then,' said Legolas following Aragorn over dead orc, human, and elven bodies to where the battle was taking place.
It seemed like the battle was dying down a bit. Where as a hour ago there had been fighting taking place all over the valley, now the evil creatures had cornered all the remaining men and elves into a tight circle.
Yelling an elven war cry Legolas began chopping and slicing at the enemy again. Smiling Aragorn began to do the same, watching the blonde elf duck, swerve, and jump, in order to avoid death.
So caught up in the heat of the moment Legolas, just like Merry, didn't notice a flaming rock flying towards him.
'Legolas!' Aragorn cried, and not thinking about anything else he wrapped his body around the elven archer, just as the rock hit.
They both fell hard to the wet bloody ground, crying out when they felt tiny explosions taking place all over their bodies. His vision blurred, Legolas saw someone fall next to him, and he gasped.
'Faramir,' he whispered, slowly stretching out a hand to touch his lover's face. But to his immense surprise Faramir didn't seem to notice him. Instead he turned to caress his dying wife who lay on his other side.
'Faramir,' Legolas whispered again, 'Love me.' His pleas fell upon dead ears, as his lover died, his wife in his arms. 'Faramir!' Legolas sobbed, and he didn't object when Aragorn pulled him close, holding him to his chest.
'Legolas, it's all right Legolas,' he murmured softly, ignoring the pain courcing through his veins.
'No it's not,' he sobbed, remembering Faramir's voice inside his head. * He left you for Arwen didn't he? I told him he was to prideful for his own good. I told him he would loose something so special someday…* He had lost him. Both Aragorn and Faramir had made the same mistake. His father's voice surfaced to the top of his brain now. *Humans don't live long enough to learn from their mistakes.*
'Legolas, I made such a mistake years ago,' murmured Aragorn, coughing. 'And I want you to know…I regret everything I did, everything I said…I loved you Legolas…And still do…' With a last shuddering breath Aragorn son of Arathorn too, like all the others, died. He died protecting the one he loved. Exactly what he claimed to have been doing all along.
And in that instant Legolas realized there was no difference between the two humans he loved. They were both noble, a little prideful, but very capable of loving no matter what happened.
'Don't leave me here,' Legolas cried, shaking Aragorn's shoulders. 'You can't leave me here! Why did you take them and not me! If you take them take me too!'
As soon as he said those words, black tipped raindrops of death fell upon his bruised, blood covered, and shaking form, giving him his last request.
A/N: If you read this please don't flame me just because I made them die. I did it for a reason. It would have been so easy for me to make Legolas and/or Aragorn survive, but I didn't want to do that. I hoped you liked it, and after some people review I will be posting a thank you/answer your questions chapter thingie, so come back and read!
Legolas ran down the hallway until he came to his chambers, knowing Faramir would be there still.
He burst in, and the human looked up from the book he was reading.
'Oh Legolas,' he said, noticing how the elf was shaking. 'What did he do to you love?' He pulled him close, and began stroking his soft silky hair.
Legolas just rested his head on Faramir's chest, trying to block out what Aragorn had said. *I was trying to protect you…he doesn't love you…*
'Love me,' he muttered into his tunic.
'What was that? With your head there I can't understand you,' Faramir gently cupped Legolas's narrow face in his hands and they stared at each other, blue-green connecting with gray.
'Love me,' Legolas whispered before he kissed Faramir. The puzzled expression faded from his face as he gently kissed the beautiful elf. Slowly as the kisses grew more passionate, he undid the buttons of Legolas's white shirt, letting it fall to the floor. He began running his hands over the elf's chest, enjoying the feel of the muscles beneath the satiny skin, which was even more smooth than usual because of Aragorn's medicine.
A loud noise suddenly made Legolas jerk away.
'What is it?' Faramir asked, and Legolas pointed out the window.
'Orcs,' he whispered, as they watched wave upon wave of foul dark creature's pour into the valley. 'Don't just stand there!' yelled Legolas, strapping his quiver of arrows over his bare chest. 'We have to help!'
'Right,' Faramir agreed, getting his sword, and following the elf as he sprinted from the room.
Legolas jumped off the staircase, landing cat like on the floor. He didn't care that he was only wearing his wristgaurds and leggings. There were more important things on his mind. Like if the hobbits and Gimli were safe. He ran out the great doors and stared at the battle taking place in front of him. Groups of humans and other creatures of Middle Earth were fighting fiercely against the creatures of darkness. Legolas spotted sparks flying in the air and he knew that was where Gandalf was. He hoped the hobbits were safe with him. Then he spotted a petite figure stabbing left and right with her sword.
'Ewoyn,' Legolas murmured and he shouted to Faramir. 'Go help her! I'm going to go and help the others!'
'Be careful love,' said the human watching the graceful elf run off in the direction of Haldir and Gimli, who were surrounded.
Legolas jumped into the fray, beheading an orc with one of his long white knives.
'Where have you been Legolas?' asked Haldir, before killing another orc. 'We thought you were dead.'
'Not yet,' said Legolas, dark blood smeared all over his chest. 'I don't think this is a battle we can win.'
'Neither do I,' said Haldir, as he scanned the valley with his eyes. 'They have some kind of new weapon, I don't know what it does, but it's causing a hell of a lot of damage over there.' He pointed down the field where Legolas had seen Gandalf's sparks earlier. His breath caught in his throat.
'Where are you going?' Haldir shouted.
'To check it out!' called Legolas.
'But that's suicide!' yelled Haldir, but an orc blade between his ribs silenced his cries. Legolas however didn't notice, for he was to focused on the hobbits and Gandalf to look back.
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With the hobbits…
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"Gandalf!" cried Merry as he watched the wizard fall. *Why now? We have come so far, why now?* All the smoke and noise was confusing him, and he didn't notice a large flaming rock flying towards him.
"Merry watch out!" yelled the other three hobbits but it was too late…the rock had caught him in the chest, sending him flying backwards in a burst of flame.
"Merry," croaked Pippin hoarsely, for a large piece of rock was embedded in his forehead, making blood gush down his face. "Merry," he repeated, turning his best friend over onto his back. It wasn't a pretty sight. His tunic was in bloody tatters, and gray hunks of rock could be seen amongst the ripped bruised flesh.
"Pippin," he whispered, blood flecking his lips. "What is happening to me?"
"Merry, you're dying…" Pippin said softly before he felt something burst inside of his head, making him fall back limp.
"Pippin," Merry sobbed, holding him close to his bleeding chest.
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This was the scene Legolas stumbled upon when he reached them.
'No,' he cried, looking at the dead forms of Gandalf, Frodo, Sam, Pippin, and Merry. 'Don't die godamit! Why did you come all this way just to die?'
Sobbing uncontrollably he fell to his knees, his bloodstained hair falling over his shoulders.
'Why did you take them godamit!'
'Legolas,' came a gruff but gentle voice. 'They're gone now. You're needed in battle.'
'Go away Aragorn!' shouted Legolas. 'Leave me be!'
'No!' said the human, grabbing his wrists and forcing him to stand. 'You can't stay here or you'll die. I don't think any of them would want you to die.'
Legolas looked at the corpses of his friends. Gandalf, who had a determined look on his face, and he knew that the wizard had protected the hobbits till the end. Frodo and Sam, who hands were clasped together in a symbol of their love. And then Merry…the friend who helped him through all of it years ago. The one who made him realize he didn't love Aragorn, the only one who truly understood…Seeing his bloody form clinging to Pippin brought tears to his eyes. But it also brought determination and the will to carry on.
'Let's go then,' said Legolas following Aragorn over dead orc, human, and elven bodies to where the battle was taking place.
It seemed like the battle was dying down a bit. Where as a hour ago there had been fighting taking place all over the valley, now the evil creatures had cornered all the remaining men and elves into a tight circle.
Yelling an elven war cry Legolas began chopping and slicing at the enemy again. Smiling Aragorn began to do the same, watching the blonde elf duck, swerve, and jump, in order to avoid death.
So caught up in the heat of the moment Legolas, just like Merry, didn't notice a flaming rock flying towards him.
'Legolas!' Aragorn cried, and not thinking about anything else he wrapped his body around the elven archer, just as the rock hit.
They both fell hard to the wet bloody ground, crying out when they felt tiny explosions taking place all over their bodies. His vision blurred, Legolas saw someone fall next to him, and he gasped.
'Faramir,' he whispered, slowly stretching out a hand to touch his lover's face. But to his immense surprise Faramir didn't seem to notice him. Instead he turned to caress his dying wife who lay on his other side.
'Faramir,' Legolas whispered again, 'Love me.' His pleas fell upon dead ears, as his lover died, his wife in his arms. 'Faramir!' Legolas sobbed, and he didn't object when Aragorn pulled him close, holding him to his chest.
'Legolas, it's all right Legolas,' he murmured softly, ignoring the pain courcing through his veins.
'No it's not,' he sobbed, remembering Faramir's voice inside his head. * He left you for Arwen didn't he? I told him he was to prideful for his own good. I told him he would loose something so special someday…* He had lost him. Both Aragorn and Faramir had made the same mistake. His father's voice surfaced to the top of his brain now. *Humans don't live long enough to learn from their mistakes.*
'Legolas, I made such a mistake years ago,' murmured Aragorn, coughing. 'And I want you to know…I regret everything I did, everything I said…I loved you Legolas…And still do…' With a last shuddering breath Aragorn son of Arathorn too, like all the others, died. He died protecting the one he loved. Exactly what he claimed to have been doing all along.
And in that instant Legolas realized there was no difference between the two humans he loved. They were both noble, a little prideful, but very capable of loving no matter what happened.
'Don't leave me here,' Legolas cried, shaking Aragorn's shoulders. 'You can't leave me here! Why did you take them and not me! If you take them take me too!'
As soon as he said those words, black tipped raindrops of death fell upon his bruised, blood covered, and shaking form, giving him his last request.
A/N: If you read this please don't flame me just because I made them die. I did it for a reason. It would have been so easy for me to make Legolas and/or Aragorn survive, but I didn't want to do that. I hoped you liked it, and after some people review I will be posting a thank you/answer your questions chapter thingie, so come back and read!