Unspoken ( A Legolas Love Story )

29: Spoken

Wren stood at the doorway, staring motionless at the elf prince laying in the bed. Since she had known him, Legolas had seemed untouchable and flawless. So strong and steadfast, immune to all sickness and pain, immortal. Yet here he was, a mere shadow of the elf she had known. He was still beautiful, even as death hovered over him. His fair skin was now so pale, it was almost transparent. His cheeks were hollow, and if you had the ears to hear it, his breathing was faint and intermittent. His forehead glittered with sweat. Wren had not seen him move for hours.

It had taken her months to truly break though the emotional walls that Legolas had built up, over centuries, around himself. She had been unrelenting in her teasing and laughter. But in Wren's moments of pain and grief, he had been there, steadfast and compassionate. Now here he lay, his immortality in grave question.

Her feet held her back, unwilling to move. She moved agonizingly slowly towards the bed. Wren sat on the chair near the head of the bed that had been constantly occupied by Strider or her mother, up until that point. Hesitating, she reached out and gently took one of Legolas's hands that lay limp by his sides. She flinched. His hand was ice cold.

The last few days had been torturous for Wren. She had known from the second that Legolas was injured, that his life was now the most precious thing in her world. She had had two long days and nights for her to gain further damning clarity, and lament over what a fool she had been. Wren looked at her elf, her mind was full of everything he had ever said, of every time he had ever touched her.  She felt like her insides were being ripped and torn apart, as she imagined never being able to look into his eyes, never hearing his voice, never being able to make him laugh again. She could not breathe. Fear consumed her. Pain and grief welled up inside her body. She heaved for her next breath and with it, the first tears started to flow down her face with a ferocity that Wren had never known. The sobs she had suppressed, began to rack her body in wave upon wave, and she shuddered under their weight.

She loved him. Of course she loved him.

Wren clasped both his cold lifeless hands; death felt so close. Her voice broken and faltering, she spoke to Legolas.

"I love you. I see it now. Forgive my pride and foolishness," she wept. And then with rising intensity and urgency;

"Legolas, I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

Le melin. Le uivelin. Le melithon anuir*."

Over and over she repeated it. Long into the night, till Wren's voice and exhaustion gave way, and sleep took her ravaged soul.

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*Le melin ~ I love you.

*Le uivelin ~ I will always love you.

*Le melithon anuir ~ I will love you forever.

So a short (but necessary) chapter - not very satisfying, I know... but at least someone finally has some clarity! The following chapter is the last chapter in Part 1, I hope you are ready for it...

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