Stars (A Legolas Love Story and Lord of the Rings Fanfiction)

"A diversion."

I finished yelling at him and felt like crying. He was so mad at me and I couldn't bring myself to tell him what was wrong with me.

He turned briskly and walked off to go get answers from Gandalf.

I collapsed onto my knees once he had left, weeping. It just wasn't fair. Why did I have to die? What did I ever do to deserve it?

My heart was breaking and for once, I didn't want it to.

All my life I had just wanted happiness, but all I had gotten was sadness and an empty life.

Tears streamed down my face when I finally stood up. I felt dizzy again and I had to steady myself by leaning against a wall.

The dizziness only made me cry even harder because it meant that death was getting closer.

Minutes passed and I was still unsteady. I felt an emptiness in the pit of my stomach and I felt horrible.

I heard a quiet sob coming from a few feet behind me.

I turned and there was Legolas, crying? He never cried. Elves never cried, but....why was he doing that?

He ran up to me and hugged me as tight as he could. I could feel his tears dripping onto my shoulder as he dropped his head onto it.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He whispered hoarsely.

"I didn't know how." My own tears were falling yet again.

He felt so fragile as he melted into my arms, somehow as though he were the one condemned to die instead of me.

"Why do you of all people have to die?" He shook as his shoulders trembled with grief.

"It's not fair. I love you so much and I don't want to let you go." I buried my face into the crook of his neck.

I heard him take in a breath, as if to say something, but he let it out without saying anything.

He moved his head and softly kissed me, trying to show me how he felt through his actions. He did that when he couldn't find the right words.

Legolas' kiss was telling me that he loved me, but he couldn't say it. There was no mistaking the passion and love in the kiss and I had never felt that before with anyone else.

We broke the kiss and his eyes implored me to say something about it.

"I felt it. I felt how you feel. I know you, Legolas. You always know exactly what to do, and I trust you on this one. Just....don't wait to say it until it's too late, alright?"

"Agreed." He said gently, his eyes still releasing tears.

He hugged and kissed me over and over again as if he couldn't ever let me go.

Maybe because he couldn't.

Over the next couple of days, Legolas spent every second of every minute of every hour of every day with me.

He never let me out of his sight and he was always ready to assist me if ever I needed help.

He was always seeking ways to fix my dilemma.

(A/N Time for some Deadpool and Harry Potter references....)

Me....I was just memorizing his face like it was the first time I met him. I wasn't looking for a cure, I was busy enjoying my last few moments with him. I loved him so much, even if it wouldn't matter in awhile.

I loved him and yet, I would just be a face to him in a couple hundred years. I would just be a memory that was like a dream. And soon, I would eventually be forgotten like all who die. He would forget me. He would probably never care for someone again, but he would forget me.