White Valar (A Legolas FanFic)

Chapter Eight - Stupid Descisions

'You're a Valar?' He laughed.

'Used to be,' I snapped, punching him in the shoulder.

'You've got to be joking,' He expressed with much agitation.

'Im not joking. I'm serious,' I hissed.

His expression hardened and he finally absorbed the fact that I was not kidding.

'I'm sorry I lied to you for such a long time. I just couldn't tell you,' I said softly.

'It's ok. I just want to go home and check if my father is ok.'

After that. We went to sleep without another word.

It seemed like hours of listening to breathing and every small sound in the world, until I finally slipped into a troubled sleep.

-•-

I jolted awake, drenched in sweat.

Alaria. My old friend. I saw her dying again. The polished blade. The fountain of blood. The face of the murderer. That bastard, I would had slain him, but I needed to be with my friend, just so I could catch her last dying words.

'Don't cry... Please... I... Lived a... Happy life...' I heard her words like I was right there, in the middle of a memory.

Images and short memories flashed before my eyes. Each was like a painful stab from the past.

The blood, covering her face.

The city, burning.

Dirt and smoke everywhere.

Her throat, oozing with blood and her hair in a dirty tangled mess across her face.

Her eyes. Her beautiful blue green eyes, the only thing that wasn't dirty.

The face of the killer.

Then my face. Crazed. Covered in hot red blood. My cold green eyes and blood stained white hair. Tears, staining my face. A fury, burning deep within me.

I couldn't handle the memories. They were buried deep inside me, but they were resurfacing and killing me from the inside.

'I'M SORRY!' I screamed to Alaria. 'I'M SORRY I COULDN'T SAVE YOU!' In my madness I began to cry, only then did I realise that I was still in the mountainside cave and Legolas was backed up against the wall, frightened half to death.

I hastily pulled up my sweat drenched shirt and was reminded of the long pink scar on my stomach. I was breathing quickly and deeply, like someone was suffocating me. The scar looked agitated and it felt like an open wound.

I slouched against the wall and tried to settle my breathing.

'I'm sorry,' I whispered to Legolas. He let go of the rock face and relaxed a little.

'What was that?' He breathed.

'Nothing,' I dismissed, scraping the sweat off my body and tying my messy white hair back. I got up and quickly turned around to change my shirt.

'That wasn't nothing, your were screaming. I know you and you don't scream like that,' He stated. He did have a point. It wasn't nothing. Deeply buried and almost forgotten memories were beginning to haunt me again. They were memories that I had been trying so hard to bury for centuries.

'Just a nightmare,' I tried to be as un-detailed as possible so Legolas would get a hint and not ask me the rest.

I was wrong.

'What happened?' He asked in a soft tone.

'I don't want to talk about it.' I was hoping he got the message.