Reborn With A Cold Heart

Reborn With A Cold Heart

Posted: October 2004
Title: Reborn with a Cold Heart
Sequel to: You Broke My Heart
Author: Sivan Shemesh
Type: FCS
Characters: Legolas/???, Thranduil/???
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The usual cast, they did not belong to me.
Beta: Manon

Summary: As the title suggests...

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Mirkwood ...Days later...

I was in Mandos' Halls, and was summoned by the lord.

Námo, the lord, told me that it was not my time to die, that he would return me to Middle-earth.

Everything began to spin around me, and I felt dizzy. Then everything went black.

When I opened my eyes, the sun blinded me.

I was lying on decaying leaves. It seemed that they had moved my body to a patch of dead ground and had then gone back to their business.

I did not know why I was not in Mandos' Halls, for Námo had not said anything to me. Only that it was not my time.

My eyes searched for my companions. I felt lonely lying there on the ground.

It was quiet; so quiet that I felt that I was back in Mandos' Halls.

I rose slowly from the ground. I waited until I could feel my legs before I started walking.

I walked past the guards who stared at me as if they saw a ghost. They became pale and dropped their weapons in fear.

I walked towards the palace and went inside. I wanted to see how my father was faring, as well as my lover. It turned out that I still had feelings for him, but I felt that I could not face another betrayal.

I thought about their reactions as well, and smiled to myself, remembering the guards.

I hoped that they were grieving for me.

I walked to my room and entered it.

'Father has made changes to my room,' I thought as I went inside.

The flowers next to my bed were gone. My painting was gone as well.

"Why did my father do this?" I murmured, and could felt the rage inside of me.

I left my room, leaving the door open, and walked to my father's room to ask him.

I opened the door without knocking, and looked; I saw father laughing.

"Father?" I asked. 'He does not love me anymore,' I thought angrily.

I saw them on the bed, curled up against each other. It pained me, but I held myself back.

" Legolas? You are alive?" Father said. He got up from the bed and came towards me, moving his hands over me and touching my face, wanting to be sure that I was alive, and then hugged me to him.

I could see my lover staring at me. I did not know if he looked worried, or whether he was frowning to see me alive.

"I am, though I do not know why I came back," I said, and pushed my father away from me.

I saw him very clearly now. He was naked. My lover was naked too.

I had disturbed them. It seemed as if they had not even grieved for me, only left me dead on the ground.

I shivered at the sight of them. My heart seemed to stop, to be covered with ice. I no longer had any warmth in me.

The fire of my love had gone away, and I was only left with a cold heart.

I scanned the room, trying to find what I was looking for.

The feeling of cold metal was missing.

I passed them and walked to my father's weapons that were lying next to my ex-lover, and grabbed the knife.

My ex-lover watched me as I examined the blade. I licked my lips as the thought of seeing them dead crossed my mind.

I licked the blade and felt their gaze on me.

There was a taste of blood in my mouth, but I did not care.

" Legolas? You are bleeding," my ex-lover mentioned to me, but I ignored him.

"Greenleaf? Are you alright?" I heard my father asking me. I did not answer.

I walked towards them, the blade covered with my own blood. I slashed my ex-lover's throat with it, and then looked at my father, who was frowning at me. He tried to defend himself from me, but he did not succeed.

I stabbed my father a few times, and waited to hear his last breath.

I watched them both, surrounded by their own blood.

I smiled when I heard their last breath, and stepped out of the room, satisfied. I felt that I had done the right thing; after all, they had not loved me.

I decide to ride to Gondor as I had nothing here. I had already lost my love to my father, and now the kingdom as well.

Walking out of the palace, I passed the guards and made my way to the stable.

I stroked Arod and mounted him, murmuring, "At least you still love me."

The horse whinnied and I left for Gondor, seeking love and trust, hoping not to kill again.

I would do it, but it would depend on him as to whether he loved me or loved Arwen. He would have to choose.

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THE END

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