Note: None of these are my characters! This is the sequel to `Shadows of Memories', so I recommend reading that fic first, or you may not understand this one. This chapter is just the prologue, but the some of the rest of the fic will be written to the song `In the name of love'. That is not my song! This fic is Rated R for self-mutilation and violence! Need at least 10 reviews before the first chapter!
Prologue:
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I don't know what to do anymore... It gets worse every day.
And you don't even know about the pain I keep inside.
Because I don't want to hurt you in any way.
But I can't keep fighting this urge within to end it all;
This desire to end it all myself and leave this world behind.
How hard it is to resist this insistent, urgent call
How easy it would be, if you were not with me.
But you are not here my love, and I can't bring myself to say the words...
"Aragorn, come to me, please... Can't you see?
I need you."
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Legolas Greenleaf sat alone, with a bloody blade in his right hand. Blood trickled from a new, deep gash on his left forearm.
Numerous scarred gashes were below the gash. Just one more, Legolas thought to himself. Another scar to ease the pain away.
And the blond elf felt nothing at all as he numbly looked at the wounds.
And none could hear the silent cries, for they were not physical. So none knew about the pain. The self-mutilation and self-loathing.
But inside, the tiny remaining spark of his soul was crying out for help.
Crying out to the one person who might help Legolas regain what he had lost once more.
The light of his Elven soul.
To be continued
Prologue:
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I don't know what to do anymore... It gets worse every day.
And you don't even know about the pain I keep inside.
Because I don't want to hurt you in any way.
But I can't keep fighting this urge within to end it all;
This desire to end it all myself and leave this world behind.
How hard it is to resist this insistent, urgent call
How easy it would be, if you were not with me.
But you are not here my love, and I can't bring myself to say the words...
"Aragorn, come to me, please... Can't you see?
I need you."
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Legolas Greenleaf sat alone, with a bloody blade in his right hand. Blood trickled from a new, deep gash on his left forearm.
Numerous scarred gashes were below the gash. Just one more, Legolas thought to himself. Another scar to ease the pain away.
And the blond elf felt nothing at all as he numbly looked at the wounds.
And none could hear the silent cries, for they were not physical. So none knew about the pain. The self-mutilation and self-loathing.
But inside, the tiny remaining spark of his soul was crying out for help.
Crying out to the one person who might help Legolas regain what he had lost once more.
The light of his Elven soul.
To be continued