Alright people… this is an AU fic, it's the same basic background but different events, ok? And also this will most likely turn into a slash as I get into the story… this is also my first attempt at an angst fic… and it's going to be filled with tons of angst… go figure haha… the beginning part is just a basis of what the story is about and what it's dealing with, I know it's a slow beginning but more dialog and action will come starting the next chapter! Thanks! PLEASE R&R!!!!!

Disclaimer: I own nothing except Aliana and Orlias… no Leggy tho… sadly haha

A/N: Italics are flashbacks

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Fallen Tears

Chapter 1

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"Light is gone… darkness has come… Gandalf is gone… death has come…" The words slipped through the thin lips of the Mirkwood archer. He sat alone, apart from the rest of the company, he did not need for the others to see his weakness. He did not need them to see him dealing with the pain of Gandalf's death.

He sat perched upon the highest branch of a large tree. His back pressed against the trunk, one leg bent on the branch while the other hanged freely over the side, swaying ever so slightly. His blue eyes were vacant, staring at nothing, while tears fell in steady rhythms down his face. He hated himself for crying, he vowed never to cry again after that one night… the night his life fell apart…

"Legolas?? Where are you?" Came the sweet melodic song of her voice. The voice of an angel… his angel. His angel which he thought would belong to him, forever. Her name was Aliana, the most beautiful elf in creation… her hair as light and fine as gold, her eyes violet, which sparkled with light, even in darkness. Her laughter like all the angels of heaven singing their joyful song… singing their song, to him.

And Legolas, the finest prince in all of Middle-Earth, knew that this angel belonged to him. Perhaps he was blinded by her beauty, or by her light of innocence, that he did not see the real her.

Walking up behind his love, he wrapped his slender hands around her eyes softly. She smiled, knowing that her prince had come to her. "Guess who?" He asked tenderly as he began trailing soft kisses down her throat to her exposed shoulder.

"My prince," she breathed out as she leaned into his touch. Enjoying the feel of his lips on her skin, she turned slowly and embraced him tightly. "Where have you been?"

"Right here… where I plan on staying," Legolas smiled, he looked into her eyes before lowering his head and catching her lips in his own. He tilted his head lightly and gently coaxed her lips apart with a simple flick of his tongue along her lower lip, sliding his tongue gently into the mouth of his lover, enjoying hearing her moan into his mouth as they began the dance of their tongues together… he knew then, that he was the happiest elf alive.

Tears fell when he remembered how happy he was with Aliana… how beautiful their relationship was. How every elf in the entire kingdom of Mirkwood envied their love. Every male envied Legolas, while every female envied Aliana. Everyone thought their love was perfect…

Legolas heard the laughter of Aliana from outside her door. He had stopped in for a morning visit before he set out to hunt with the royal guards, planning on surprising her with his appearance. He knocked on her door for several minutes before coming to the conclusion that she was too busy to come to the door, so he took the liberty to opening the door and inviting himself in. He smiled to himself when he heard his Aliana laugh lightly into the air once more, but his smile soon faded when he reached the room to his love.

He could almost hear his heart shatter into a million pieces when he saw the sight of his best friend kissing, and making love to Aliana. His best friend Orlias of over 1,000 years, his most trusted and loyal friend… with HIS angel. His angel who was smiling and laughing as she knowingly betrayed the prince. Legolas could feel the anger building up inside him as he stood there and watched the scene, hearing the kisses and smelling the sweat as the two continued pleasuring each other. The hatred for her began to take over his love… only HE was allowed to touch in her that way… only HE was allowed to make love to her that way…only HE was allowed to have her…

He sniffed as the tears violently began pouring down his face as the painful memories returned. He choked on a loud sob that was rising up in his throat as he remembered that sight. He remembered when he learned that Orlias and Aliana betrayed him for over 100 years, while all that time he thought that Aliana belonged to him.

The heavens must have heard his pain, for they opened up and released their tears. Mixing with the salty tears of the Elven Prince. His hair clinging to his wet face, he brought his knife out of its holder and looked at his reflection in it. Only to find the face of a battered soul… to find the face of a self-loathing creature who felt the desire for death strongly. He brought his arm to wipe the sweat, tears, and rain from his eyes, but stopped when his arm was in front of his face, remembering how he dealt with his pain. He lifted his other hand up to pull back the material of his left sleeve up to his elbow, revealing the scars of hundreds of lines across his forearm. He smiled to himself and lightly traced over the scars, wincing slightly when he nicked himself with the knife. Watching the small amount of blood flow from his wound, he remembered the night he got his revenge…

Aliana grasped the note tightly in her left hand as she walked down the halls of the Mirkwood palace towards the prince's chambers. The note read for her to meet Legolas in his room at midnight exactly, he had a special plan for her that night. She anxiously walked to his door and knocked 3 times quickly.

"Come in," she heard the deep voice of the prince from inside. She slowly opened the door and walked into the room, finding Legolas sitting on his large circular bed, which hung from the ceiling by four large chains. She smiled and walked over to Legoas and sat beside him.

"So many memories on this bed…" She said smiling, running her hand through his long silky hair. "Good memories…"

Legolas turned his head and looked at her… before pushing her back onto the bed and positioning himself on top of her, pinning her down beneath him. She smiled, knowing what was about to happen. He brought his lips down to her and hungrily began kissing her.

A sharp knock on the door came right on schedule. He froze, "Would you like to continue this in your bedroom? Where there is more… privacy?" He asked, kissing her.

"Yes."

Legolas laughed bitterly as he remembered the rest…

Legolas opened the door for Aliana and allowed her to enter first, like a real gentleman should do. He quietly shut the door behind them and covered her eyes with his hands.

"Legolas, what is this?" She asked.

"Just a little surprise I had planned," He said, leading her down the hallway to her bedroom. He opened the door and released his hold on her eyes, "Look…"

"Oh my goodness…" Aliana gasped as she looked around the room. The room was lighted by few candles, which sent a comforting glow throughout the entire room, on the bed laid pure silk sheets with white rose petals spread on top. And scattered over the entire floor were dozens upon dozens of red rose petals… blood  red petals…

"Do you like your surprise so far?" Legolas breathed onto her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She nodded. "Good… because I have more planned." He smiled to himself as he picked her up and carried her over to the bed, and gently lied her down. "Now just lie there like a good girl…" He said sweetly as he began tying a silk cloth around her eyes.

"Legolas, what are you doing?" She asked, beginning to get a bit nervous. He was never like this before, he usually wasn't into bondage.

"I'm just planning on having some fun with you tonight, that's all," Legolas said as he began tying her hands and feet to the bed posts.

She moaned at the thoughts of what Legolas would do to her… how much she would love feeling him dominate her completely.

Legolas reached into his boot and pulled out a long dagger and laid it down next to her head, which she was oblivious to…

He climbed on top of her and started kissing her jaw, then slowly downward to her collar bone, and finally stopped when he reached the material of her dress, right above her breasts. Her breathing began to get deeper as he ran his hand along her covered womanhood.

"Legolas…" she moaned as he ran his other hand up her leg under the dress. He brought his mouth up to cover hers as he entered his finger into her. She didn't notice when his left hand reached up and grasped the dagger.

"I have a question my love…" Legolas said as he suddenly withdrew his finger and stopped kissing her.

Her lips frowned when he stopped, "What is it?"

Legolas smiled knowingly and brought his mouth close to her ear, "How long have you been sleeping with Orlias?"

He could feel her body stiffen underneath him, "I have no idea what you are talking about!"

"Don't lie to me!" He hissed into her ear. "I saw you with him yesterday. Here, in this very bed!" He brought the knife up and pressed it to her throat.

She gasped when she felt the cold steel of the blade against her throat, "Legolas… it was nothing! I swear it!"

"How long has it been going on?!" He demanded, pressing the knife harder into her throat.

"Forgive me… it was an accident! It meant nothing to me! I love you Legolas!!" Aliana cried desperately, tears beginning to dampen the silk covering her eyes.

"HOW LONG?!" Legolas screamed into her face, he was furious the she was lying right to his face.

She sobbed loudly as the blade began cutting her skin, "100 years..."

Legolas choked on the sob that was rising up in his throat, he could feel the tears start welling up in his eyes. 100 years?! His love had been betraying him behind his back for over 100 years?! His angel?! 100 years?! "Oh God…" He gasped pathetically. "100… 100 years?" He could feel the room revolving around him… he felt as though he was in a nightmare… his perfect world had been turned upside down…

"I'm sorry… I'm sorry Legolas, I never meant to hurt you! I love you… I love you so much!" Aliana cried desperately as blood began trickling down her exposed throat, staining her white dress.

He gritted his teeth and stared at the face of the elf under him, his tears falling, mixing with her blood.  "The bed that you have betrayed me in shall be your death bed, you whore!!!" He screamed and pressed the knife harder into her throat and slit it deeply. Blood from her main artery splattered onto his long blond hair… contaminating it. He sat there and watched with a smile on his face as her body withered beneath him. He smiled hearing her choke on her own blood… and laughed quietly when all life passed out of her.

He got off her slowly and wiped her blood from his face… only smearing it more. He wiped the blood off of his blade on the sheets and returned his dagger to its proper holder. His eyes twinkling as the white sheets turned red with blood… as the white rose petals were stained red…

He turned and walked out of the room with the largest satisfied smile on his lips.

Legolas stared at his arm and realized the five new slashes on his arm before he knew it. He hated himself… he wanted to die. He had taken the life of two elves… yes, they never did find out who the arrow belonged to. The arrow that lodged itself between the eyes of Orlias… Legolas' "best friend".

"DAMMIT!!!!" Legolas shouted into the rain. "Why?" He asked miserably to no one in particular "Why does everyone hate me? Why do I hate myself??!!" His head hung as he looked at the blood mix with rain… it felt good… it felt good to see the blood flow out of his arm.

He had cried that night… the night he took the life of Aliana. He cried when he realized that he hated himself… not because he killed her… but because he convinced himself that his friends, family and self hated him. He loathed himself. And the tears shed for Gandalf reminded him of the last time he cried. That fateful night…

"LEGOLAS?! LEGOLAS, WHERE ARE YOU?!" He heard a voice call from below. He did not need to look to see who it was. He already knew that it was the Ranger… it was Aragorn, the only human who knew the story. The story of his Aliana. He was the only person alive who knew it, besides himself.

Legolas sighed to himself and realized that he would never relieve the memory of Aliana. He hated her… which caused him to hate himself. Which saddest part was that he actually loved hating himself, he loved hurting himself. He smiled when he looked upon his arm, smiled because he felt brave when he did this…

He pulled his shirt sleeve down to cover his new wounds, which had already began to heal and stood up. He looked down at the ranger who was frantically searching for his best friend. Legolas jumped off his branch he was standing on and landed noiselessly behind Aragorn. He tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention, the ranger yelped in surprise.

Legolas laughed bitterly, "Not too bright for a ranger."

Aragorn smiled, despite himself and ignoring the spiteful tone of the elf, "Not while in the presence of an elf. Where have you been my friend?"

"Oh I was just… thinking." Legolas smiled. His skills of lying had increased greatly over the years, he was proud to know that he could lie his way out of anything, and have people believe him.

Aragorn eyed him suspiciously, "You've been crying."

"Nay… it's just the rain… it's affecting my eyes, 'tis all."

Aragorn shook his head, not believing the elf. "Let me see your arms Legolas."

The elf couldn't control the shocked expression flashing over his face, "Aragorn! What is wrong with you? I'm fine!" The elf stalked past the ranger and walked back to the camp, leaving Aragorn standing in the rain as he watched the elf walk away.

"This is going to stop." Aragorn vowed to himself. "One way or another, I'm going to stop this all."

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ok… that was just the beginning to let you know the past life of our friendly elf… I think I'm going to make our elf demented… ::laughs evilly:: as I said… this is going to turn into a slash. :-D… please tell me what you think of this so far… be kind, I'm a wuss so I don't take well to flames haha, bye!