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Legolas
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Date Posted: 21:57:47 01/28/03 Tue
The glassy look drained from Legolas’ open eyes with the slow awakening of day, turning them from the almost-grey of the dawn sky to the brilliant blue of a clear day. Try as he might though, he could not shake the images that had haunted his rest. Elves walked a narrow path between life and dreams, crossing over the boundaries at will, but this time they had become a little blurred. So many deaths, so many faces. But the most lingering memories were of his closest friends; Aragorn, his endless strength chained, shackled, wrested from him with the silver kiss of a knife. And Gimli, forgotten. He had seen him fall, seen the curved knife that pierced the hair thin chinks in his armour. But he had done nothing; turned his head.
In a world of shadows, Gimli was dead. The world of hope and of light however, was different. Gimli was yet alive, and could be saved. That was, now that he had been remembered. This morning’s awakening was irrelevant; the true awakening had come last night. The path lay clear. More than comradeship, more than friendship. Fellowship. Until the end.
If that was what was needed. Heart settled, face set, Legolas left his chambers to find Aragorn and begin his search.
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