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【Wigolas】Till Time Do Us Part(6):Dream Pt.1

照例考试前的迷之勤更攒人品。

最近其实一直在写《血叶》万圣番外。既然赶不及万圣节,不如精雕细琢后再放出来。

题目是《Ghost》,所以也有意看了皮克斯新片《Coco》之后再加以修改,可能还要等一段时间了XD 不过还是欢迎大力催更~


[目录]

  1. (1)Shipwreck

  2. (2)Salvage

  3. (3)Debut & Reunion

  4. (4)Why?

  5. (5)Room

前文请关注tag#时海之隔


[Chapter 6]Dream Pt.1


Legolas lay on the bed, the rough planks beneath the thin blanket sticking against his back, chilling his spine. The whole room swayed to and fro, shaking his empty stomach filled with nothing but the leftover chunk of lembas. He frowned and swallowed an urge of throwing-up swarming to his mouth. He felt sick.


For years he had slept on hard rocks, wet lawns and high trees, but never had he felt this sick. The feeling of uncomfort reminded him of the first days he boarded his own ship, but at least back then he had someone to talk to, to joke with, at least back then he was in the same Eä, but now only Ilúvatar knew where he was, alone, in this strange world that frightened him. 


Only when you lose someing, do you start to treasure it.


He missed Gimli, his rude but adorable companion, careless but caring friend. He missed Aragorn, his faithful and helpful comrade, young in age but wise in counsel. He missed his father, the lofty King of the Woodland Realm, with a gentle heart underneath his ever-stern face (and eyeborws). He missed them all, not to name Lord Elrond, Úndomiel, Lady Galadriel, Galion and Tauriel. If only he could ever see them again...


He couldn't sleep. Falling asleep in an unfamiliar bed, and especially on a Jolly Roger swaying on the sea, could be really hard even for a 3000-year-old Elven prince.


He stared into the deep pitch of the ceiling, trying to find some crack in the planks, but surprisingly didn't see any. The whole room was completely sealed, apart from a dark hole cut out in a corner of the roof. He wondered what was through that hole. A secret chamber? A tunnel? Or merely nothing? Just like him, merely nothing on this wild salvage sea.


Suddenly his ears captured a sound squeezing through the door. It was a voice. Someone singing. Not a folksong, not a warsong, or a Yo Ho pirate song, but an Elvish song.


The pointy ends of his ears stood up and subtly turned to cacth the music better, as sweet words flowed in familiar hometongue into his heart.


Vanda sína termaruva Elenna-nóreo alcar enyalien, 

Ar Elendil Vorondo voronwe. 

Nai tiruvantes i hárar mahalmassen mi Númen, 

Ar i Eru i or ilye mahalmar ea tenn'oio.

Namarie...*


Music merged perfectly with the slapping of waves against the body of the boat, soft as a nursery rhyme, remote as a fairy tale, beautifully sung by a magnetic voice as if sung by an Elf himself. Legolas froze in the charming song and eventually soothed his mind with the comforting music. There was no denying that a song from the Lady of the Golden Woods had the best power of calming one's heart.


Slowly his eyes lost their focus and everything in sight blurred into a sweet dream, in which he found himself returned to his homeland again and wandering under the golden boughs, as fair music healed his heart from the wounds left by a long arduous journey. There in the deep woods he and Gimli would walk on tender grass, sometimes in argument, sometimes in jokes, sometimes in silence, sometimes in laughter. And it was there where a bridge of friendship was built across the huge gap of hatred between two races, and the love of two peoples finally rejoined. An inseparateable pair they called them, an unbelievable miracle. But that was not what it was. What it was was but merely a long-lost soul found friend in another and decided to stick together for ever — yet maybe not for ever, it would seem now.


But what was most important was something the Lady said to him back at their parting. Beside the roaring foams of Anduin her wise words strick his heart with uneasy uncertainty:


Legolas Greenleaf long under the tree,

In joy thou hast lived, Beware the Sea!

If thou hearest the cry of the gull on the shore,

Thy heart shall then rest in the forest no more.


The answer to the riddle he thought had already been unveiled when he stood upon the shore of Gondor after his best friend's death. The cries of the gulls seemed to be calling him, tempting him, luring him, to the other side of the wide waters where the unperishing light shone upon the faces of all. That was why he set sail, bringing the only person he thought he would miss, leaving all behind, planning to never look back again, for the land that he had lived on had nothing but sorrow left for him. 


But now he knew he had been wrong. Elves didn't dream of random things. Being the first-borns of Ilúvatar, most of their gifts from Irmo were predictive, which meant a great possibility of the Lady's words still waiting to be realised in the future. But how near that future was he could not tell. Yet what can happen will happen nonetheless.


What did it mean — beware the Sea? Was she warning him about the shipwreck or some even more distant danger? His brain was at full function, yet he had not even the smallest idea. Just as he had no idea that a pair of sparkling brown eyes were intensely following his every breath at his bedside.


*Namarie: The parting song of Lady Galadriel when the Fellowship left Lothlorien.


[故事梗概]

莱戈拉斯失眠了。晕船令他恶心,对故乡与亲友的怀念更是煎熬着他的内心。而窗外传来的精灵骊歌却哄他进入梦乡。梦中,他又走在了萝林的金色树枝下,回想起凯兰崔尔夫人的警告——小心大海。这预言意味着什么?他在梦境中百思不得其解,殊不知身旁有一双眼,注视着他的一呼一吸。


***TNT***

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