Disclaimer: I don't own LoTR. It's owned by Tolkien. I'm just writing a story about it.
Please review for the story. I don't care how short it is please still do. Anyway here the story is. It's probably a clichéd idea but I'm still gonna write it.
Warning: This story contains slash. Please don't read if Male/Male relationships offend you because that is what the story is mainly about.
The King of Men
I hold my breath as this life starts to take it's toll.
I hide behind a smile…
But oh god I feel I've been lied to; lost all faith in the things I have achieved.
Evanescence
I am an Elf. 'Whoo. Yay. Wow.'
I am also a prince….. Once again 'whoo, yay and wow.'
My name is Laiqualassë or Legolas, which ever you wish to call me.
Also, Sauron, the general of Morgoth who was also known as Baugli, the Dark Lord, and The Enemy, had just been defeated. The ring of power thrown into the fires of Amon Amarth and as such much of the evil that was in Middle Earth was destroyed.
That was also quite possibly one of the saddest times in my entire life….
It all began at the coronation of Aragorn. I was there, of course, Aragorn was too important to me to have missed it. He was my best friend and was almost like a brother to me, as cliché as that sounds…. The coronation went smoothly for the most part, and we proceeded to a celebration. During that time Aragorn asked me to stay for a while, so that he would have someone that he knew and trusted with his life.
I was honored to be asked and accepted. I thought that this would be something I could use to help the race of Men and Elves become close. I thought that we could help the Men and Elves form an Alliance the likes of which had not been seen since the days of the Last Alliance.
I was happy.
True I knew that I would miss my family but I could go and visit them sometimes and after all, they were immortal and Aragorn was not. I thought that I could go and see them after a few weeks of helping Aragorn set up… After a few weeks of helping that I could go home….
Later that night, when word had apparently spread that I was staying, Faramir pulled me aside to talk.
"Prince Laiqualassë," he was always so formal, around me anyway, "I need to talk to you…" He said nothing more for a moment and I could see that something was wrong… I didn't know what but I could tell.
"Yes, Faramir?"
"I want to say that I think that you should leave…" As he said that I could see… pain on his face…
"I thank you from the advice, Faramir, but I do think that I will be staying." I think that he almost said something more but I made up some excuse and left.
I truly whish that he had not let me go, or that he would have stopped. I whish that I had paid more attention to him and believed him… but I did not believe him and he did not press me…
But neither one happened and I simply attributed the encounter to too much to drink on Faramirs part. I continued towards my room, as that had been were I had been heading before the little encounter, and got there with no other happenings.
And so things continued on. Nothing truly remarkable happened at first, buildings were repaired, lives were beginning to be rebuilt and the White City was slowly brought back to life.
For the first week everything went as well as I had planned it or better but….
But then the situation started to decay faster than I could have imagined.
Aragorn called me into the room that he and Arwen shared. I always found the room odd. I expected Arwen and Aragorn to have a warm and welcoming room but the room they had was cold, distance and detached. Anyway at the time I saw nothing wrong with it. He often times had papers or books in the room that he simply did not whish to move. So I went to his room to see what it was that he wanted to show me.
"Yes, Aragorn?" I asked coming into the room. He looked up at me from a book, which I assumed was the one that he would be showing to me, and smiled.
"Legolas…" He said tilting his head to one side. "Did you ever tell your father about us?" I stared at him, utterly confused at the question, both the subject and how quickly he had asked it.
"Aragorn I told you that I did not know what it was that I was doing that night… Besides what does that have to do with anything?" He stood and walked over to me, putting his hands on my shoulders. Normally this was something that I wouldn't mind but now… for some reason I pulled away from him. His face darkened when I did and he donned a look that I had never before seen on him.
"Please, Estel," I used his Elven name this time. I was so used to hearing people say it that it just came out "just tell me what the reason is that you have called me here for…" He grabbed me again, but this time with much more force.
"Do you know who is coming to visit in three months?" I nodded, not liking were the conversation seemed to be going.
"Yes Arwens family is coming… why…?" He simply smiled and released me. "Why, Estel, why are you asking?" I demanded walking up behind him. He turned around suddenly and grabbed me. He gave a dark and almost sadistic smile as he talked.
"Did you ever tell them about us? People like your father? Or how about your siblings? Any of them?" He asked looking down at me. "Did any of them ever find out what we did?" I couldn't help but let out a disgusted sigh. He glared. "How would you feel if something happened to one of them when they came…" He pulled me closer to him so that we were pressed against one another.
"Or how about Elladan? He's in the city. Here as the 'ambassador' for Rivendell. How would you feel if say…if he fell or tripped and was hurt? Or what if someone was out to get him and he was killed?" I opened and closed my mouth several times before I managed to say anything.
"You… you wouldn't… you couldn't…" Aragorn let out a soft, sinister chuckle, something that I had never heard him do before.
"You know that I COULD but you don't know that I would…." He gently used one of his hands to cup my face. "And I could make it look like an accident…." I simply stared at him, open mouthed.
I knew that he could. The people of Gondor thought that he was their savior, their godsend. All he would have to do is hint at Elladan being a traitor or spy and the people of the city would turn on him. They would force him from the city or hurt him depending on how strong the hint was.
"You…"
"And what of Mirkwood?" Aragorn asked smiling once more and removing his hand. "Your country is weak now. All of the time and energy that was spent and all the lives that were lost defending it would go to waste if a well trained army were to attack… Especially if we have the kings son with us…."
"You bastered…" The human swear was the only thing that came to my mind and I wouldn't be able to think of anything better later to say anyway. Aragorn lifted an eyebrow and looked slightly surprised.
"Swearing? And in human?" He tutted. "What a horrible thing for an Elven prince to be doing…"
"With the way you're acting I should have listened to what Faramir said." Aragorns face darkened at that. He looked so angry and so vindictive that I was not ashamed to admit that it scared me a bit.
"I'll have to… talk to him about that…" Quite suddenly his face changed "But there are other things that we have to talk about…." He looked up at me in a way that I didn't like at all… Like he had me in some trap and knew that I was his… that he had won and I would do what ever he wanted… The thing that I hated about the look was that he was right… He had power over me. I could not be here if war broke out between my people and his. If I was then he could use me as an advantage… And I did not want the people that I cared about finding what I had done…And… And I did not want anything to happen to Elladan.
"So what is it that you want from me?" I asked. He once more took my face in his hands.
"I want nothing FROMyou. I simply want YOU." I drew away from him, surprised, and he slapped me, hard. I blinked and stared at him.
"Why…" Was the only word that I could formulate. He shrugged.
"Because you did not react right when I touched you…. You must react with happiness or joy when I touch you…" He said as he once more put a hand on my shoulder. I did not shrink back at his touch, although it was more because I did not want to give him the pleasure then I did not whish to be slapped. Unfortunately he looked pleased with this and he pulled me closer to him, putting his free hand around my waist and sliding the other to behind my neck.
"You learn fast…." He whispered in my ear and then kissed me.
From that point on that night I forced myself to blur everything into one long procession. I could not truly tell one moment form the next…. Nothing was very clear other than from me there had been pain, blood, screams, and, for me, sex.
