The Last Light of the Star

21 - Legolas' Internal Monologue: "Why Me?"

The Ranger spent the next three weeks, while she was suspended from the guard, healing. She wasn't allowed to move much or exert herself in fear of her broken ribs shifting. Halafarin had prescribed her potions for the pain that were known to speed up the process, but there was a downside—they were significantly vigorous. The mixture was created as a blend of many herbs that proved to have intense effects on the body—not all of them good though. It often made one drowsy and drained of energy, but because it helps with the pain and promotes such healing, it is still used frequently. However, it is not to be taken lightly—Legolas would know, considering he has used it many times in his life.

In addition to Arryin taking these drugs, she was reprimanded multiple times by King Thranduil for her previous actions. Once she had woken he was sure to give her a few days before screaming at her until he was blue in the face. Not that it really affected her considering she just didn't care. Legolas, of course, had tried to have more level headed discussions with her. However, they were very one-sided given that the Ranger wouldn't even respond to him. But overall, simply stated: Arryin was not having a good time.

The Prince's frustration and worry grew as he observed her throughout the healing process. Legolas had thought that maybe the scare of her injury would perhaps make her more cautious—especially with the serious medications. But, his prediction was completely wrong; if anything, she was even more rash. She would wonder around the castle at all hours and her anger seemed to grow into a bottle of pent up rage. Legolas even caught her trying to sneak out of the gates....twice.

Currently, it was around three in the morning. Legolas was walking into the mess hall. He had not been able to sleep and thought that a warm cup of tea would help calm his mind.

He strolled into the massive, dark room which was lit only by the moon that stretched through the vast windows. It's gentle glow brushed upon the empty tables and extended into the still air. However, the space was not entirely vacant. Legolas' blue eyes fell on a small figure slumped upon one of the benches.

Arryin.

She sat upon the wood, her form hunched over. Her head was in her hands and her black locks draped around her face. She looked utterly exhausted.

Legolas tilted his head as his expression transformed into one of concern. He felt sympathy for her—the medications definitely took a toll.

Slowly, he made his way towards her. As he advanced, his gaze landed on an empty potion container and a half filled bottle of liquor next to her.

Arryin went to reach for the alcohol, but Legolas got there first. He snatched it from her grasp.

"Again? Really, Arryin? Drinking while taking these medications is not a smart idea—it could kill you." He was clearly annoyed and frustrated.

She groaned, "Legolas, I don't want to hear it."

He raised his voice with anger, "You need to hear it!!"

She sighed. Here comes the speech.

"You're behavior for the past couple months is completely self-destructive—"

"Legolas!" She yelled. "I said I didn't want to hear it!!"

She stood up and slammed her palms gassing the table.

And that was a mistake.

The fast movement made her feel lightheaded and her vision tunneled. Arryin instantly stumbled, but Legolas, with his fast reflexes, grabbed her by the waist to steady her.

She pushed him away. "I don't need your help."

Legolas sighed. This—like usual—was getting no where.