Prologue
Notes:
{Tadah!} is Elvish, Sindarin unless otherwise indicated (it might be Quenya)
[Tadah!] is Sidhe, which is distinct from Sindarin and Quenya.
/Tadah!/ is thought-speech that is deliberately sent. Yes in Tolkien basically only Galadriel uses it but ALL Sidhe can do this.
-Tadah!- is thoughts not projected, but people might pick up on them anyways
"Tadah!" is English, or Westeron, big plot hole that they are the same but there is a reason for this. It's also 'as heard' like "Mellon" versus {Friend} get it?
Also, as I couldn't fit it into the summery this is SLASH! You know, GAY STUFF!
Just like everything else I write! ^_^
And Now the Fic!
{Legolas?} A blond elf clad in the colors of royal servitors crept into the chambers of the youngest prince of Mirkwood. A single candle was lit casting an eerie glow on the prince who stared at it intently. It certainly wasn't the light itself, for nothing else in the room had that strange mien besides the Prince and the ruby ring upon his finger. Indeed it was the prince himself that lent the--otherness to the light. {My Lord Legolas?}
"What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet." He smiled wanly and the flame flickered becoming redder and rounder briefly before going back to something far more normal and the servant, appointed to the prince for her nerves of mithril, did not run at this though her eyes flicked to the door. The changes in the prince went beyond changing his appearance slightly. However she did jump slightly when the Prince spoke up again. {What is it Buiaiel? Has my father finally come to his senses and changed his mind? Or has Elbereth granted a miracle and he actually succeeded in negotiating with those upstart rash fools that the human king rules over?}
{Ah--no my lord,} the servant who's name was apparently Buiaiel phrased her words carefully, she knew naught how he would react. {The Lords Elladan and Elohir have arrived. They--}
{Can speak for themselves, thank you Buianedllecaun.} Buiaiel turned and bowed to the entering Lords.
{Ah? Hello.} The Prince of Mirkwood surveyed them and promptly turned away from the visiting dignitaries to watch the flame once more.
"Legolas wake up!" Buiaiel started at the sound of flesh hitting flesh and took a small step away, not knowing how her prince would react. "You are only forty-three years older than us, do not act as if you were a thousand."
Buiaiel tuned them out, not understanding the tongue of man besides a few words.
The other stepped forward, "Can you dismiss your servant Lee? We need to speak in private."
"First you strike me, then you demand me to release a servant?" He snorted. "Your years chasing orcs have softened your minds." Legolas stood, graceful as a cat, watching the younger lords with eyes that might have briefly matched a cat's. "I would suggest you ask for what you wish before I decide I do not want to listen." The twins looked at each other, surprise evident.
{Lee, what has changed you so?} Elrohir asked, stepping forward. The prince sighed, and absently gestured for Buiaiel to leave.
The servant bowed gracefully and stepped outside, walking towards King Thranduil's chambers to make a report.
She knew the answer to the question; she knew why the young lords were visiting, why they often visited.
Lady Galadriel had come from Lórien herself to see to Legolas. The forest would not let him leave even walking to the West it shifted and twisted around him so he never found the border. But the Lady came herself, and King Thanduil who was at his wits end had not asked her--it did not stop him from being grateful. Gandalf had left the ring of fire to Legolas and his reaction...Some compared it to a woman in the midst of pregnancy.
Then his enhanced strength came into being, how things happened around him and to people he was irritated it at.
The King lost five robes to them spontaneously combusting.
So the Lady came and examined the prince and informed the court that it was the power flowing him that was causing it, like the life that flows though a woman; that his strange reaction had much to do with the War of the Ring; that she could not help him because of the magic leaving the land with the elves, which was why some elves would wander outside of the forests as if in a daze.
All were assured that in the end all would be well.
The servants, as always, gossiped. It was how they entertained themselves during their work, it was their way. There were whispers of a secret meeting between the Lady of the Wood and the King, in which secret liaisons might have been included, but that had been in jest for they all knew the King loved his departed wife dearly. But all agreed that their had been a meeting, liaisons or no, some suggested that perhaps The Lady advised that to get the Prince West a great track of their beloved forest would have to be cut down so he could exit, some even said he would not be able nor permitted to go West to preserve the Magic in Arda and the forest changing was a sign from the Valar if not from Eru Ilúvatar himself. There were darker whispers too, that the Prince was well on his way to madness from the Ring War and his trip though Moria.
The darkest whispers that no one had wish to hear reminded all that in the Halls of Mandos all things were well.
Buiaiel was chosen for the Prince, she had a steel trap for a mind and for her lips and was not easy to spook. She could not speak for the more spiritual of matter but when King Thranduil called her forth two years ago he informed her of everything. That The Lady commanded her grandsons to visit Legolas often, to keep him informed of the outside world and keep him from fading into his mind all together. That there had a secret meeting between the two of them, and that there were no liaisons. And the Dark whispers were not true. Prince Legolas was not well on his way into madness from the battles, his mind had been unshielded and developing since he left Lórien and had felt the feelings of all around him, even Nazgul, even from The One Ring, even the countless yrch he slew.
The Prince was already quite mad.
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End Prologue
More Notes: Written by Sitrine and Nemi, standard disclaimers and then some apply.
Notes:
{Tadah!} is Elvish, Sindarin unless otherwise indicated (it might be Quenya)
[Tadah!] is Sidhe, which is distinct from Sindarin and Quenya.
/Tadah!/ is thought-speech that is deliberately sent. Yes in Tolkien basically only Galadriel uses it but ALL Sidhe can do this.
-Tadah!- is thoughts not projected, but people might pick up on them anyways
"Tadah!" is English, or Westeron, big plot hole that they are the same but there is a reason for this. It's also 'as heard' like "Mellon" versus {Friend} get it?
Also, as I couldn't fit it into the summery this is SLASH! You know, GAY STUFF!
Just like everything else I write! ^_^
And Now the Fic!
{Legolas?} A blond elf clad in the colors of royal servitors crept into the chambers of the youngest prince of Mirkwood. A single candle was lit casting an eerie glow on the prince who stared at it intently. It certainly wasn't the light itself, for nothing else in the room had that strange mien besides the Prince and the ruby ring upon his finger. Indeed it was the prince himself that lent the--otherness to the light. {My Lord Legolas?}
"What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet." He smiled wanly and the flame flickered becoming redder and rounder briefly before going back to something far more normal and the servant, appointed to the prince for her nerves of mithril, did not run at this though her eyes flicked to the door. The changes in the prince went beyond changing his appearance slightly. However she did jump slightly when the Prince spoke up again. {What is it Buiaiel? Has my father finally come to his senses and changed his mind? Or has Elbereth granted a miracle and he actually succeeded in negotiating with those upstart rash fools that the human king rules over?}
{Ah--no my lord,} the servant who's name was apparently Buiaiel phrased her words carefully, she knew naught how he would react. {The Lords Elladan and Elohir have arrived. They--}
{Can speak for themselves, thank you Buianedllecaun.} Buiaiel turned and bowed to the entering Lords.
{Ah? Hello.} The Prince of Mirkwood surveyed them and promptly turned away from the visiting dignitaries to watch the flame once more.
"Legolas wake up!" Buiaiel started at the sound of flesh hitting flesh and took a small step away, not knowing how her prince would react. "You are only forty-three years older than us, do not act as if you were a thousand."
Buiaiel tuned them out, not understanding the tongue of man besides a few words.
The other stepped forward, "Can you dismiss your servant Lee? We need to speak in private."
"First you strike me, then you demand me to release a servant?" He snorted. "Your years chasing orcs have softened your minds." Legolas stood, graceful as a cat, watching the younger lords with eyes that might have briefly matched a cat's. "I would suggest you ask for what you wish before I decide I do not want to listen." The twins looked at each other, surprise evident.
{Lee, what has changed you so?} Elrohir asked, stepping forward. The prince sighed, and absently gestured for Buiaiel to leave.
The servant bowed gracefully and stepped outside, walking towards King Thranduil's chambers to make a report.
She knew the answer to the question; she knew why the young lords were visiting, why they often visited.
Lady Galadriel had come from Lórien herself to see to Legolas. The forest would not let him leave even walking to the West it shifted and twisted around him so he never found the border. But the Lady came herself, and King Thanduil who was at his wits end had not asked her--it did not stop him from being grateful. Gandalf had left the ring of fire to Legolas and his reaction...Some compared it to a woman in the midst of pregnancy.
Then his enhanced strength came into being, how things happened around him and to people he was irritated it at.
The King lost five robes to them spontaneously combusting.
So the Lady came and examined the prince and informed the court that it was the power flowing him that was causing it, like the life that flows though a woman; that his strange reaction had much to do with the War of the Ring; that she could not help him because of the magic leaving the land with the elves, which was why some elves would wander outside of the forests as if in a daze.
All were assured that in the end all would be well.
The servants, as always, gossiped. It was how they entertained themselves during their work, it was their way. There were whispers of a secret meeting between the Lady of the Wood and the King, in which secret liaisons might have been included, but that had been in jest for they all knew the King loved his departed wife dearly. But all agreed that their had been a meeting, liaisons or no, some suggested that perhaps The Lady advised that to get the Prince West a great track of their beloved forest would have to be cut down so he could exit, some even said he would not be able nor permitted to go West to preserve the Magic in Arda and the forest changing was a sign from the Valar if not from Eru Ilúvatar himself. There were darker whispers too, that the Prince was well on his way to madness from the Ring War and his trip though Moria.
The darkest whispers that no one had wish to hear reminded all that in the Halls of Mandos all things were well.
Buiaiel was chosen for the Prince, she had a steel trap for a mind and for her lips and was not easy to spook. She could not speak for the more spiritual of matter but when King Thranduil called her forth two years ago he informed her of everything. That The Lady commanded her grandsons to visit Legolas often, to keep him informed of the outside world and keep him from fading into his mind all together. That there had a secret meeting between the two of them, and that there were no liaisons. And the Dark whispers were not true. Prince Legolas was not well on his way into madness from the battles, his mind had been unshielded and developing since he left Lórien and had felt the feelings of all around him, even Nazgul, even from The One Ring, even the countless yrch he slew.
The Prince was already quite mad.
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End Prologue
More Notes: Written by Sitrine and Nemi, standard disclaimers and then some apply.