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Fir MelethWhen Aragorn awoke to the sound of Legolas' soft voice murmuring in his mother tongue, he knew immediately that the elf was distressed. A lifetime of living with elves had made him accustomed to hearing the different tones in their voices when they spoke, enabling him to pinpoint the emotion perfectly. Legolas was no exception to this rule in fact, he believed he knew Legolas better than any other. Forcing himself to awaken further, he turned, eyes adjusting to the dim light in the room, until he found the slender figure of the elf standing out on the balcony. Aragorn now registered the slight chill in the air that swept in through the open balcony doors, and he sat up, the soft sheets falling around his hips as he gazed at Legolas' form beneath the moonlight. The elf seemed unaware, as he continued speaking in his soft, musical voice. Aragorn strained to hear the exact words, spoken in the beautiful language of the elves, until finally they took shape and he realised what Legol
So I CriedLegolas felt his knees give way under the sledgehammer of emotions that sent his spirit crashing down.
No, no it couldnt be. Not him, he couldnt die.
He stared in dark, horrified disbelief at the cliffs edge, praying with all his being that Aragorn would climb up over it, smiling reassuringly and ready to take him in his arms.
But it didnt happen. Three, four, five minutes passed, and still nothing.
Come now lad, hes gone. Gimlis gruff voice broke into his thoughts, but it seemed to come from far away, from another world.
No, no hes not. Legolass voice sounded strange to himself, odd and thin.
Thick hands gripped his arm and lead him away, almost dragging him. Legolas went without a fight, barely hearing the dwarfs words of comfort.
He felt so cold, so utterly alone.
Dimly he swung himself up onto the horse and rode behind Theodin and the others, passing
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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