Title: The Silver Tear : IV : Bound 

Author: Crystar 

Rating: Mild R (violence) 

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As the sun rose, the horn blew, and Legolas new he had to go fight. He tried to get out of his room without waking Algerena, but to no avail. She was up and getting ready too. He held her at arms length by the shoulders.

“I won’t let you go fight. Not this time.” He told her sternly.

“Don’t stoop to Theoden’s level. You know I can fight.”

“I know you can! You fight as well as any man! I just don’t want you to get hurt.” He shot a quick glance down at her stomach. 

“Legolas, I will be fine!”

“Please! Don’t go!”

“He’s right you know,” said a voice from the door. It was Gandalf, leaning on his staff. “You shouldn’t risk going to fight. You are considered a child among Elves, and your body cannot take the pregnancy as well as older Elves can. That is why you passed out. And you will continue to do so unless you are not active!”

“You cannot stop me fighting! You can’t silence bloodlust!” she screamed as she stormed from the room.

“How do I make her listen?” the prince asked Gandalf looking hopeless.

“She does listen. She just doesn’t want to be useless. Or let anyone think she is acting differently.”

“Why though?”

“Because she doesn’t want anyone to think any less of you! You know many here would frown upon a child that was not born into wedlock!”

“Me? She’s trying to protect my reputation?”

“Yes. You do strange things when you’re in love.” 



~*~ 



As they rode out, Algerena was very distant. She lagged several feet behind the group, her head bowed. Soon they saw the rabble of Orcs, closely followed by a marching herd of Uruk-Hai. Algerena was the first to charge, off she went, firing arrows, taking down an enemy every time, and Legolas soon followed suit, as did all others. The first wave of Orcs was an easy target. They just scrambled around mindlessly, trying, and failing to take down riders. After they where slaughtered the Uruks began to march towards their troops, and the bloody fight commenced.  



Legolas could hear many blades cutting the air, and he realized how much he hated this battle. Yes true, he enjoyed the blood lust normally, but this was mindless. He had so much at stake, and was slightly fearful of the consequences of this. Soon he was covered with the almost black blood of Uruk-Hai, and he would have recoiled from the smell had he not been firing arrows. 



Algerena needed help. She had taken a stab wound to the shoulder where she wore no armour, and knew the blade had been poisoned, for she felt herself getting weak. She continued to fight, although she was struggling to breath, and when it happened, she knew it would. She saw it running for her, its teeth bared; a Warg. It leapt and pinned her down on the ground and all she could hear whilst it tore at her hands above her face was Legolas screaming to Gandalf, who she knew was nearby, because add jets of light shone overhead: 

“Togo hon dad, Mithrandir! Dago hon!” he yelled, and she reached out with her mangled hands towards him as the Warg took her in its immense jaws and began to carry her away from battle.

“Don’t you dare come after me Legolas! Don’t endanger yourself! I love you…” and with that she passed out, and the Warg took her far over the rocky terrain.  



Legolas began to run after her, but Aragorn pulled him back and held his arms steady.

“I will not let you go Legolas!” he told him, and at that moment Legolas hated him. He hadn’t just lost the woman who was carrying his child. His last words to her hadn’t been ‘please don’t go.’ And he wasn’t having an argument with her at the time. How he wished he’d of said I love you… 

“She is as good as dead.” The man spoke with no sign of emotion. Aragorn ha to practically drag him back to the troops, who were leaving slowly, for they had lost many lives, and there were heavy casualties. Gandalf came and walked with him. Them he spoke, so that only Legolas could hear:

“Uich gwennen na 'wanath ah na dhín. An uich gwennen na ringyrn ambar hen. Boe naid bain gwannathar, boe cuil ban firitha. Boe naer gwannathach…”

Then suddenly it hit him. He had to help her.

“And yet…I am not without hope…” he replied. He began to set of, when Gandalf laughed harshly. Legolas turned to see him whispering to Shadowfax, and then looked to Legolas.

“Take Shadowfax. You will get further on a steed. May his grace protect you.” And with that he mounted the beautiful stallion and set of bareback.  



Algerena was thrown down onto her front and she cried out in pain. She could hear the bustling of Orcs, but no Uruks. She assumed this was because Orcs where better at torture. She kept the face to the ground. As long as she didn’t have to see her fate, it might never come. But a scared and mouldy Orc pulled her injured shoulder and turned her round onto her back. An ugly grin was pasted onto its grizzled featured and it struck her across the face. Then he drew her chin in its clawed hand and brought her face close to its own, and she recoiled from the smell. 

“Used to be an Elf. Tortured. Mutilated. Killed, yet not dead. We will do this to you. Beyond death.” It told her. 

“You will not break me.”

“I will She-Elf!” it snarled. It struck her face again and again until her eyes stung. Then it left her shaking in a heap, bound and alone. 



~*~ 



Togo hon dad, Mithrandir! Dago hon! =Bring him down Gandalf! Kill him! 



Uich gwennen na 'wanath ah na dhín.  

An uich gwennen na ringyrn ambar hen.  

Boe naid bain gwannathar, 

Boe cuil ban firitha. 

Boe naer gwannathach…

=

You are not bound to loss and silence. 

For you are not bound to the circles of this world. 

All things must pass away; 

All life is doomed to fade.

Sorrowing you must go…



Title: The Silver Tear : V : When I need you most 

Author: Crystar 

Rating: R (violence) 

Feedback: pervy_elf_fancier@ntlworld.com 



As he rode through heavy brambles and undergrowth he heard her voice in his head, as clear as day: they where the words that she used to speak to him at night when they were just drifting into dream state. 

“I will carry the vision of your smile while you sleep to the end of time. And the memory of lying close to you: feeling your heart beating.”

“But it won’t be a memory. It will still be real.” He had told her. He couldn’t believe that it was close to never being again unless he helped her.

“Noro lim, Shadowfax! Noro lim!” he told the horse and he sped up, following the stench of Orcs and the sweet scent of Elf-blood.  



~*~ 



Algerena was falling, falling through space and time, and there was only blackness. All thought had been ripped from her and she felt hollow.

“You will not escape so easily.” Came a voice, bringing from her dream. “I know what you think. And the shameful things that you keep hidden in your past.” Algerena shuddered. It couldn’t possibly know, could it?

“Yes, I do know.” It sneered. “But it wouldn’t be torture unless I made you weep the very words yourself.” It retrieved a dagger from the floor, and began to slowly slash her clothes, and the more she thrashed around, the more the Orc laughed. Soon she was lying almost naked, her skin cut in odd places, and then it began to scratch at her skin on her arm, drawing even more blood. She could feel the poison taking over her insides, and she knew she had very little time. By nightfall, she barely felt the Orcs hitting her, cutting her skin, but she heard them discussing who would eat which part of her. 

“Pretty Elf.” Said the mangled creature. “But so delicate. So easy to break.”

“You will not break me.”

“It would not hurt, if you just accepted what happened. I know what you feel. I know why you are so cold.” It continued. “We wouldn’t have been able to break you, had it not been for that other Elf.” She knew it referred to Legolas. “He got through that layer of numbness. You opened your heart to him…so now it is easy to hurt you. We will extract the spirit from you, from your depths where it sleeps in the cold.”

“What is leading you down into my core where I’ve become numb?” The words spilled from her lips before she could stop them.

“You are.” It said simply. All of a sudden many gnarled hands were upon her, binding her once again on her front and exposing her back. She screwed up her face as a whip was cracked at her heels. Then lightning pain flashed across her spine and she cried out into the cold night. The as if the pain wasn’t unbearable enough then, a hot stinging liquid was poured onto her open wounds and her skin felt like it was on fire.

“Nuitho i 'ruith!” she sobbed.

But they did not stop. The whipping continued till dawn, but she was not conscious to feel it. 



~*~ 



As dawn broke, so did the sky, and it poured with heavy rain that was so cold it burned the Elf prince’s alabaster skin. As he looked towards the watery sunrise, he began to panic. He had no idea whether she was still alive, and began to ride even harder. He couldn’t stop know. He had to find her, and help her. What if they where torturing her? What if they had violated her? But then he remembered what she had told him when he had moped about being distracted by her, and getting saved by her:

“Your time will come, when you will have to help me, when I need you most.” 



~*~ 



She could taste blood. She didn’t know where it was from, and now she didn’t care. The blood pounded in her ears and she felt dizzy and sick. She had been turned onto her back again and a sharp stone dug into her flesh, where it had not been allowed to heel. They had kept reopening the wounds, and filling them with the stinging fluid. She realized now this was where she was to die; no one was coming back for her. The tears began to fall from her eyes like great waterfalls, and her hitched breath caught the unwanted attention of her captives.

“It is time. She will break now.” Said one coming towards her looking excited. It struck her across the face trice and then spat at her. It then sat itself down by her head and stared into her eyes. She tried to break the eye contact that threatened to drive her insane, but she couldn’t.

“Now. Tell me. Why where they glad to get rid of you? Why doesn’t anyone miss you? Why haven’t they come for you?”

“I…” she began, barely more than whisper. “…Killed him.”

“Yes you did. And why did you kill him?”

“Temper.” Her voice shook now.

“Right. You had no reason to. You just did. You’re a murderer!”

“No! No! I’m not!” She screamed.

“Yes you are!”

“No she’s not!” Came a voice from behind. She couldn’t see who it was, but she didn’t need to, as she could recognize his voice from across the sea.

“Legolas…” she whispered, as her head hurt like it was being squeezed.  



She relished in the smell of Orc blood. The rabble had been slain and she could do nothing but sob. 

“You shouldn’t of come for me!” she told Legolas as he lowered himself down to cut her bonds.

“I wouldn’t leave you a’maelamin.” He whispered as he lifted her frail body from the ground and onto Shadowfax and got on behind her. Holding her round the waist, her galloped out of the thicket and knew time was against them. He rode until he only feet from the Deeping wall, and shouted:

“Open the gate!”

He was let in and rode all the way to the keep and dismounted, taking Algerena in his arms.

“Find Gandalf the wizard!” he shouted to the crowd that was gathering. He took her inside and was steered round by Aragorn to a chamber with a single bed at one corner and a small table at its side. He gently placed her down on the bed and saw her eyelids flutter closed.

“Algerena? Can you here me?” Algerena didn’t move. Her face looked drained of all life, sleeping dead. Then, quite suddenly, he was grabbed on the shoulder by a set of strong hands and told to leave the room. It was Gandalf. 

“Go my prince.” He told him

“I want to stay with her!” but he knew it was hopeless. Gandalf wouldn’t let him stay.

“She will live. Go. I promise she will not leave you like this.” 



~*~ 



Nuitho i 'ruith=Hold your wrath



Title: The Silver Tear : VI: Shameful Doings 

Author: Crystar 

Rating: PG13 

Feedback: pervy_elf_fancier@ntlworld.com 



The Elf prince sat on the cold stone bench that was placed outside the room that Algerena lay in. there were screams issuing from it, and it took all Legolas’ willpower to stay seated. The worry had not been helped by the fact he wasn’t in there with her. The door crept open and Aragorn stepped out.

“How is she?” Legolas asked getting to his feet. Aragorn made a face that looked like he was beyond despair.

“No!” breathed the fair Elven archer, his face draining of all colour. “No…Aragorn!” he gasped, unable to control his sheer woe.

“She’s not dead. Gandalf was able to stop the poison. She is weak but she will live.” 

“Then why do you look so sad?” Legolas was confused. But Aragorn only shook his head and walked away. Next Gandalf came through carrying a bundle of blood soaked linen, and looking as Aragorn had.

“You are free to go see her.” And with that, Legolas slowly stepped into the room. 



It was a small room, with one large window. Its bare stonewalls shone faintly in the sun. In one corner was a bed, with white linen covering in. sitting in the middle of the bed was Algerena, her knees brought up to her chest and she was clutching them tightly, her face hidden. Her hair was tangled and strewn over her shoulders, and her hands bandaged. He walked over and placed a hand on her shoulder. She looked up from her knees and her eyes were red and swollen, tears brimming from her eyes.

“Why do you cry?” he inquired, sitting down on the bed with her. “Does it hurt?”

“Oh Legolas!” she cried, tears falling silently down her face. “Please don’t hate me! But…I…lost your baby! I miscarried! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! I shouldn’t have gone to fight! I should have listened to you! Please don’t hate me for it!” he began to get up, and for a moment she thought he was leaving, but he simply gently pushed her onto her back and climbed onto the bed and lay with her head on his chest. He realized that all the time he had been searching for her he had not once thought of their child, but only of her, and now he felt guilty. 

“Don’t worry melme. I do not blame you, and I could never hate you. If you wish it, we could try for another child in happier times.” He told her.

“I would like that very much.” She said quietly before drifting to sleep. 



~*~ 

 



Algerena awoke to find Legolas awake and dressing. She looked at his beautiful exposed ivory chest and strong muscle-bound arms in quiet longing. She smiled as his long blond hair cascaded over his shoulders and back as he lent to lace his boots.

“I can’t do this to you.” She breathed to herself, but Legolas’ hypersensitive ears heard it.

“Do what to me melme?”

“I think I should leave.” She told him. Legolas’ brow creased in confusion. Why did she want to leave him alone and heartbroken?

“I don’t deserve you. I’ve already put you through to much.” She got up already clothed from the night before. 

“Wait…” Legolas breathed his eyes widening. “This is a bout what that Orc said isn’t it? About who you killed.” Algerena stopped dead in her tracks.

“Tell me what happened.” He demanded slowly. “Then you can leave.”

“I was one-hundred and forty years old. I was living in Lorien, with my father and brother. My mother had passed over to Valinor before I could walk. A strange Elf, who I only knew was from Mirkwood came to stay in our woods. I never knew his name. I used to spend time alone, by the river. And one night he came to me there…” her voice trailed of while she took a few deep breaths and then continued. “And he violated me. He came a few nights after that again, and then it kept happening. For twelve years he violated me. Until one day I just couldn’t take it anymore! I just cracked!” by this time she was crouched on the floor against the wall. “I killed him. And the worse thing is, I didn’t regret it. I dishonoured my father! No one cared that he had hurt me! I stopped socialising.” 



Legolas looked like he wanted to comfort her, but all he could manage to say was: “Goodbye then.” And left the room. Algerena’s breath caught in her chest and she began to openly sob into her knees. She had just lost the only male she had ever trusted, ever loved. By her own fault, she would die of a broken heart. 



~*~ 



Mean while Legolas also sat crying, but silently in the armoury. How could he have been so stupid? He should have comforted her! He should have told her he didn’t care of her past as long as he had her. He saw her face flash across his vision, the look of self-hatred she had held when he left her in that room, alone. There were no windows in the armoury to mark the passage of time, so he had no idea how long he stayed weeping. But he did know that he would give anything to turn back time and make things right. 



~*~

Algerena wrapt her cloak around her shoulder and slung her quiver over her back.

“Tenna’ ento lye omenta.” She said taking Aragorn’s hands and kissing the ring on his right one.

“Nammarie.” Said Gandalf bringing her into his arms for a hug.

“Nammarie Mithrandir.” She said bowing her head. She looked around but Legolas was not there to see her go. And so with a heavy heart, she mounted her horse; Harma and began to ride slowly from her friends, her allies and her love. 



Her path from Helm’s deep was the worst she’d ever faced. With every step she took, she felt her bond with those who dwelt there fade. She cursed herself for not making an effort to talk to Legolas, for there is much that was still need to be said. She took shelter in an abandoned stone watch point as a thunderstorm began. She lay with Harma, and closed her eyes and tried to sleep, for in her dreams she could see Legolas. 



She could see him, and she was reaching for him. His image was getting fainter all the time.

“Call my name and save me from death!” she cried. His image slowly faded from her sight and she awoke shivering and sweating. But there was something warm wrapt around her, calling…calling…calling her name.

“Algerena…” it breathed. Startled, she turned herself on her other side and her eyes were met by sparkling azule ones. Blond hair framed the perfect face that was pale and tear-streaked. 

“Amin hiraetha. Amin mela lle, Algerena.” That was all she needed to hear from the rosy lips of Legolas Greenleaf, before she bit down on his bottom lip gently, her hand reaching to the back of his head to cradle her lover. She broke the kiss only to take a ring Legolas had never noticed from her middle finger of her left hand and hold it to the light. It was pure silver, and its main ornament was slightly oval, pointed at the ends, encrusted with stones that shone all the colours of a rainbow in the moonlight. She took his hand and slipped the ring on his own finger, still looking into his eyes.

“For you.” She said simply. He took his own ring from his hand; which was gold, that twisted like leaves around the band. The jewel in the middle was green, in the shape of a leaf. He to placed it on her hand and lent close to her ear to whisper:

“Amin harmuva onalle e' cormamin.”  



~*~ 



Melme= lovely one

Tenna’ ento lye omenta= until next we meet

Nammarie=farewell

Mithrandir=Gandalf’s Elvish name

Amin hiraetha=I’m sorry

Amin mela lle=I love you

Amin harmuva onalle e' cormamin=I shall treasure your gift in my heart