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Ugly and painful nightmares awaited the young prince. Beads of sweat were already forming on his forehead. Even in sleep, he could sense what was coming. Fear, cold, hard, raw fear, coursed through his body like deadly poison. Legolas could almost feel the icy talons of a nightmare close in around him, and there would be no escape.
(flashback/ dream)
“Legolas Greenleaf, long under tree….”
The prince felt cries of horror become stuck in his throat as he watched the Grey wizard fall into the heavy black abyss. His mind seemed to become frozen and stiff as the elf heard Frodo’s screams of grief. Gandalf’s last words still rang in his ears. “Fly, you fools.”
Legolas watched in fear and shock as the wizard fell, sinking into a dark, black, cold, and heavy chasm. The Balrog’s roars of fury could still be heard, and he knew that they must hurry, and leave the old man to his fate. He had never felt such remorse as he did then. He was sickened by what he must do. How could he be so heartless? But, Gandalf was right, they must run, run and flee.
(End flashback/dream).
“In joy thou hast lived, beware of the sea…..!”
Who was speaking? He wondered. For even in sleep, his curious mind never ceased to ask.
(Flashback/dream).
Sorrow, was the only word he could think of to describe his heart. Pain, such a deep and true pain. He watched from a distance, unable to will himself to get closer, as Aragorn closed the fallen warrior’s eyes. He had never felt such a feeling as he did then, save for when his mother had died. That, however, was a thousand times worse than this.
Legolas’ heart felt as thought it would be shattered at any moment. He didn’t know how he could possibly go on like this. So much death, and suffering. Too much.
(End flashback/dream).
“If thou hast hearest the cry of the gull on the shore….”
(Flashback/dream).
As he turned to wave farewell, he had never felt such heartache. He watched with sorrow-filled eyes as she raised an answering hand. She was smiling, but he knew her better than to think she was alright. How could she be? After all, her sister had fallen not even a month ago. How much longer must his father make him do this? Why did he force him to leave everything he knew, and never return the same?
His fake smile faltered as the last words he had exchanged with her rang in his pointed ears; “Promise me you will return,” she had said.
“I will, and I want your word that you will be here.”
“I will.”
They had both know it would never happen, and that neither could keep such a high request. But the fact that she had said it, meant she had gained his respect. Yes, he would never be the same. And he would never be truly glad again. Never.
(End flashback/dream).
“Thy heart shall then rest in forest no more.”
Legolas woke in a cold sweat, half gasping for breath.

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The poem in bold is from J.R.R. Tolkien’s “The Two Towers”.