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Legolas (and about 2 lines from Aragorn)
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Date Posted: 22:39:08 08/13/02 Tue
The solid stone wall took the weight of his back, lifting the burden from legs which suddenly seemed too weak to carry him. Leaning his head back lethargically, Legolas stared dully through the window opposite him, at the plants that came from nowhere, and the storm that appeared in a clear sky. For some reason they didn’t surprise him. He scarcely even registered them through his tangled web of thoughts. What was he supposed to do now? Nothing he had ever come across, in nearly three thousand years, could have prepared him for such a sudden turn of events.
How long he stood there, he didn’t know. The soft dusk of the sky turned to pure night, lit by occasional flashes of lightning. The stars, the constant companions of the elves, for what else is there that never changes during an eternity, were blanketed by a thick black cloak that not even the brightest could penetrate. He had never felt so alone, and so helpless.
Aragorn- Aragorn must know. What to do now was not Legolas’ decision to make. Would the king wish to take vengeance on her for the death of his kin? It was his right to declare blood feud, by the custom of his people. And what of Sauron? Elessar had ruled here a scant eight years, and had come to a position he had not been reared for, nor wished to take, but knew he must do so out of duty. Royalty was in his blood, but in his mind were doubts. He would need the support of his friends at this time and nobody, not even Lómódë, could be allowed to come between them.
Aragorn looked up at the sound of the throne room door swinging open.
"If it's bad news I don't want to hear it, Legolas."
At the sight of the expression on his friend's face, he nearly turned and left. Perhaps he shouldn't hear any more bad news now. Would he be able to cope with it?
He banished the thought instantly. This was no mere spoiled prince, this was Aragorn, son of Arathorn. Of the line of Numenor. A king amongst men, and exceptional amongst kings. Named Estel for hope, and hope was what he stood for. Aragorn would never fall.
He crossed the room swiftly to reach his side. "You may not want to, but you need to," he told him in a low voice. He nodded a head towards the assembled masses. "But you're right, in a way. They don't. Is there something you can do?"
Elessar nodded grimly and raised himself to his feet. "My friends, I thank you all for you support. The days exertions have taken their tole on me however and I feel I must rest soon or collapse.If you'll excuse me..." he looked back at Legolas. "You can tell me all in my chambers, lets just get out of here."
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