Deserted Island and loss of senses
Legolas looks at the empty page in his diary, one that held so many dreams and desires, happiness that he is not sure he will feel again. He pick up the pen, one that Orlando gave him and starts writing.
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I picture myself on a deserted island, and island of the soul. What would I take there, only myself, for the pain of being with others is still close to my heart. I do not want anyone else to feel the hurt I am going through. Being alone seems to be my lot in life, alone with only my thoughts. I do not even think I would take food or water, which is something most people would bring, for they make one survive, and that is something I do not want to do there. All I want with me are my memories of a happier time, with laughter and love.
Maybe, on this island of the soul, I will lose my senses. Touch would not be missed, for I would no longer have the desire to feel my love’s skin beneath my fingers, or to feel his lips against mine. Maybe I would lose hearing, and then no longer want to hear my love’s laughter, or to hear his moans when we make love. The sense I would miss the most would be sight, for then I would not be able to see the sun or the stars at night, which are the only things keeping me from fading.
Time can do a lot of strange things, even to an elf. Maybe over time, the hurt will go away, and I can bring myself from the deserted island of the soul and feel life again.
Muse: Legolas
Fandom: LotR
Word count: 285
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I picture myself on a deserted island, and island of the soul. What would I take there, only myself, for the pain of being with others is still close to my heart. I do not want anyone else to feel the hurt I am going through. Being alone seems to be my lot in life, alone with only my thoughts. I do not even think I would take food or water, which is something most people would bring, for they make one survive, and that is something I do not want to do there. All I want with me are my memories of a happier time, with laughter and love.
Maybe, on this island of the soul, I will lose my senses. Touch would not be missed, for I would no longer have the desire to feel my love’s skin beneath my fingers, or to feel his lips against mine. Maybe I would lose hearing, and then no longer want to hear my love’s laughter, or to hear his moans when we make love. The sense I would miss the most would be sight, for then I would not be able to see the sun or the stars at night, which are the only things keeping me from fading.
Time can do a lot of strange things, even to an elf. Maybe over time, the hurt will go away, and I can bring myself from the deserted island of the soul and feel life again.
Muse: Legolas
Fandom: LotR
Word count: 285