Title: The Lost Chronicles

Authors: Bloom United

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Warnings: Slash, character death, incest, strong violence at some parts.

This is SLASH, which means male/male pairings in this case, so if you dislike it you're most welcome to hit back button right away. If you do decide to stay please read this, there will be some INCEST included, we cannot tell just how much right away but it will be some. There will also be HET and again we can't tell you how much but slash will be the main story base. CHARACTER DEATH is included too and as you can see this is AU and probably OOC. So if you don't tolerate or just don't like any of those you're free to go or continue.

Disclaimer: The genius Tolkien owns everything, characters and all, and if he knew what we're doing he'd cry, very, very hard...

Summary: In the night at Helms Deep something tragic happens that changes everyone's lives, including King Elessar's and Mirkwood's heir prince. AU and quite a lot of OOC, this is SLASH! The Lost Chronicles begin…

Few stories left intact during the years. As the legends are passed on from one generation to another they are changed by ones imagination. The Lord of the Rings isn't one of the few, little pieces of the puzzle were chipped through the year and lost. Well, not entirely lost. Maybe the entire truth was too horrible for all the fairy tales that followed, maybe we read a softer version, in which the horrific content is deleted. No one can know for sure, there are theories of course, but the exact truth? Perhaps it was lost indeed, we know better than that though. You may call this guessing and after all maybe it is, but you choose what to believe. And we believe in one thing, it is never all.

CHAPTER 1: BLINDED BY DESPAIR

The night of the battle at Helms Deep

It was a hard battle, anyone could tell, many spoke that they don't stand a chance but they fought nonetheless. We couldn't even call it a battle; after all they were in a war, this time it was a war for humankind, for the lives of Middle-earth.

The leader of the elven army was now battling almost alone on the high walls of Helms Deep. He saw dead bodies of filthy orcs mingled with pure elven ones all around him, some elves there he knew his whole life and yet he couldn't falter.

He continued to fight using all of his skills he managed to collect. Somehow he felt like he was going to die that night. He felt that they were losing while his sword automatically slided through the flesh surrounding him. The elf was left all by him self. The ones that stood by his side failed some time ago. As his own thoughts and exhaustion started overwhelming him he noticed a light of hope. One of his kind was right at his back. The Prince was holding a sword and swinging it around as if it was made of wood. As the leader tried to turn and thank the other, the elven the prince swung the sword on him and was blocked. Haldir couldn't believe his eyes as he faced the blue, suddenly cold ones, the eyes he knew his whole life. He felt he was going to be killed, but not by his own kind.

He decided to believe that it was only confusion what made his friend swing at him, it was night after all, and raining, it is possible he simply didn't recognise him. His hopes however were ruined at once as Legolas looked him straight in the eye and swung again. Haldir blocked it once again and tried to reason his friend,"Legolas! Peace! It is only I, Haldir!"

Legolas's angry gaze, yes, angry, it was anger in his eyes, pure anger shone out of them and his steely gaze didn't break at all as he retorted in a hissed whisper, "I know."

"What is wrong?" followed the answer which caused the prince to strike harder.

"I am tired of you playing me like an orc! Do not lie anymore. I am no fool! I saw the way you two looked at each other!" screamed Legolas striking between his words as the orcs watched confused.

"You are talking of Aragorn! There is nothing between us anymore, it was a long time ago, I do not know what you have heard or seen but it is forbidden." answered Haldir in a calm voice.

Legolas's strikes softened because he was only doing this to pour his entire wrath on Haldir and intimidate him. As he softened, Haldir's blocks softened too and he concentrated his attacks on orcs.

"You still love him. I know! You are trying to take him away!" continued Legolas stubbornly but this time swinging on orcs.

Haldir sighed and stabbed one orc to death as he responded, "I may love him, for I won't lie to you Legolas, I do love him still, but we will never be together again! I wouldn't try to take him away."

The elven prince glanced at the other elf suspiciously and then spoke, "But, you still love him, you love him and I know you would grab the first opportunity to be with him despite me or anyone else for that matter!" All calmness was gone and Legolas was full of anguish once again. He slain an orc with that kind of force that made Haldir freeze, and yet he couldn't close his mouth as the prince already claimed Aragon as his own.

"No, Legolas! Listen to your words! This isn't you! What would your father---"

"LEAVE my father out of this. I thought I could trust you, but I was wrong."

"Have you been talking to Aragorn? And what does this have to do with you?" Haldir added suspiciously "Are you in love with him?" he asked.

Legolas felt speechless, he went too far, but just as he gathered himself to answer another strong voice broke in, "NAN BARAD! Nan barad! Nan barad! Haldir, nan barad!"

As Aragorn yelled this he locked his eyes with Haldir for a moment, in that moment thousand words were exchanged between their gaze, love and compassion, consolation, emotions so strong flew through that one look. Haldir smiled lightly to his love and Aragorn did the same at the sight of his beloved still standing strong, then he continued with the battle and a tie of their gaze was broken.

Legolas saw all of it, and felt and read every unspoken word that was. He couldn't stand the thought of it any longer, orcs were still hurling all around but a big numb sensation formed in his mind. He didn't particularly care about the orcs, or wether he'd be killed, no, all he cared about now, all his strength and devotion in that moment was formed into anger he felt for Haldir. He took everything from him and he had to pay. Legolas moved, his steps precariously light, he walked to the spot where Haldir was still fighting. An orc ran to his side but he merely noticed when he stabbed him, he just moved on, his anger taking away his clear mind.

Haldir was dodging, hitting and stabbing everywhere he could, the large amount of orcs that surrounded him was somewhat smaller but there were still many to kill. He had no time to look around and so he didn't see Legolas approaching. He saw him at last when he stood right in from of him, dangerous and feral he looked, his eyes were clouded with ferocity of anger. At that moment Haldir felt only one thing, a feeling he hadn't felt a long time, he was afraid.

"L-Legolas, calm down, I-I'm sure that Aragorn would have chosen you if things were different--"Legolas still didn't move, Haldir knew why he had to be afraid, he knew it all too well.

The orcs were now swarming all over, one swung at Haldir and the elf killed him but there were more. Legolas got angrier with every moment as he watched how Haldir avoided every blow, he wanted to see him hurt. Finally to his satisfaction Haldir was wounded and he squirmed in pain, he let out a gasp and his lips formed one name, a name Legolas easily read, he whispered Aragorn.

That was one final step over the brink of wrath Legolas felt, like a wolf when spotted his prey he ran to Haldir and while his fiend was still standing despite the wound he stabbed him on the back, in that moment he felt only pleasure for hurting him, hurting him oh so bad. He didn't care that stabbing his friend on the back was cowardice, only the gratification mattered.

Haldir's breath caught in his throat, his mind immediately flew to Aragorn, calling him, the elf knew his time has come. With all the strength he managed to collect he slowly turned around, and to his utter horror he saw Legolas, so after all, he had to pay. He understood then, when he saw Legolas's eyes, he understood why he did it and smiled, but the pain was too great to keep smiling. The elven prince saw his fiend smile; he saw life slowly emerging out of the body, fëa leaving, then was when the numbness was gone. Legolas felt terrified at once, he killed his own friend, he saw him dying. His mind was a mess; the only rational solution was to flee for the graveness of his crime was too dire, and so he did.

An impulse of panic slashed through Aragorn's mind. "Haldir..." escaped his lips.

He blocked an orc, stabbed him, turned around on his heel and ran where he knew his love was. Despite the rain he felt exactly where Haldir was. They had a special bound; between a million elves he could choose his love without seeing their faces. There wasn't a time in his life when his limbs felt so heavy and his heart so bleeding. And there he was, his lover, standing with his back turned to Aragorn, his sword dropping out of his hand and blood irrigating his armour. As the elf started to fall Aragorn ran and kneeled behind him catching his light body like he used to. Haldir's long, blonde hair rested on Aragorn's shoulder as his lips opened wide.

The Lothlorien elf let out a gasp of pain, his vision started to blur but despite all that, despite all the pain he still recognised Aragorn. He was holding him, he was there and that was all that mattered, in that moment death seemed so lovely and yet so cruel. He would die in the arms of his beloved, watching his handsome face covered with tears mixed in blood for the last time. But, he would die. And that meant that he would part forever from him, even in death they couldn't be together for none knew where mortal souls passed when the bodies of their masters were no longer capable of holding them inside. Another stab of pain reminded him that his time was short. His vision was almost completely clouded, a soothing voice started to call him, he did not recognize it but he knew who it was and why it was calling him. All the lights dimmed, the clear voice was now the only brightness left, yet he felt the strong arms of his beloved still holding him. The Halls were ready, and so with his last breath he breathed in everything that he held dear on that world, every colourful scent and memory. In that moment fëa left his body and passed to another world, a world where only light and beauty dwells, heavens without despair or grief.

Aragorn stared in the elf's pupils as the light has left them, the light that kept Aragorn himself alive for all these years. A tear escaped the man's lashes, landed on his lover's dead cheek and continued to slide to his pointy ears, clearing the blood and dirt on its way. That drop of sorrow was followed by another one, and another one, and more until the man himself couldn't see the difference between the rain that was falling on Haldir's body and the rain that was caused by his pain. Another slash crossed his mind, but this one wasn't caused by Haldir, it was caused by a blade of revenge. A sudden anger possessed his trembling body as he made a promise to himself, that he was going to kill every last orc in this battle with his own hands. That will be the only way that he could be certain that he has killed his love's assassin and made complete revenge. "The murderer will die under my hand and no other." Promised Aragorn silently as he ran to the ladder with his mad strength on its maximum and a razor look that didn't need a sword to cut through flesh. For the first time that night Aragorn and Legolas merged by their feelings, they were ready to go to the end for the ones they love.

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The Gates of Mordor, the ending of the Last Battle

Orcs, death, blood, clearness, freedom, relief and victory were the words that swirled around in the mind of the mighty one of the nine companions that moved from Rivendell on a quest. Aragorn stood in front of the fiery Gates of Mordor and saw it all crumbling down, he saw orcs fleeing and the Eye falling down, he saw evil perishing in the dark abyss from where it came. He saw it all. They won and the mission he set up to do was completed. Frodo was safe as well as his other seven companions, except for Boromir whose spirit left the boundaries of Middle-earth some time ago. One might think this all was a great reason to be joyed and merry, for everything was now done, and yet, this was not the case at the soon-to-be the great king of men.

A day of the coronation would be a joyous day for anyone, anyone who had their loved and beloved on their sides. But, Aragorn was a different tale. There wasn't a way that the person who he tarnished and respected and most of all, loved the most in the whole world would and could be there. He was almost dreaming with his eyes wide open as he remembered Haldir's blonde hair shining as the sun itself, his gracious outlines and every curve of his body that the man now felt on his fingertips moving in front of him. He could picture the elf as if he was standing right in front of him, and he was. It couldn't be, no, and it wasn't. "Aragorn? Are you alright? It is over..." gently whispered Legolas. No, in Aragorn's eyes Legolas could never be Haldir, only merely a replacement. But he couldn't know surely because his heart was feeling the blade that stabbed Haldir still and he was not ready to forget that so soon.

"I, I'm fine." The man finally stuttered, with one look in his eyes Legolas knew he was not. The elf decided to let it go and smiled lightly, though he felt a pang in his heart for he suspected the man's thoughts but he understood, every wound was still fresh and it would take time.

"Good, for you should be." Legolas continued but Aragorn didn't pay much attention to him, he was in his own world now, maybe it would be best to leave for now, the prince concluded. While quietly walking away he glanced at his secret love once more, despite all the blood and mud and scars from the battle, he still looked glorious. Legolas smirked, and as he was completely lost in his musings about how even more beautiful the man would be when he would take off that shirt too, he almost stumbled down on something that 'suddenly' appeared out of the thin air. That 'something' turned out to be Gimli and he glared at his elven friend, "What? Now you're trying to step on me because you know I bested you again in our little competition?" he added with an amusing tone.

"On contraire, Gimli, I was trying to show a simple sample for you to understand easier the difference between my achievement and yours. My, high achievement, beat your, short achievement, in a way I almost stepped at you just now. But your, short achievement, because of its stubbornness just refuses to accept my, high achievement, as better. And, yes, an Oliphant still counts as ten." Answered Legolas without taking a breath for not to give the dwarf a chance to answer. As he looked down on his stunned friend the elf turned around and walked away with tears in his eyes for he has not yet forgave Haldir for his love and the pain he caused to Aragorn, nor himself for killing one of the best people he would ever meet, nor the way he just treated the person who only meant him well.

Gimli was still standing in the same spot, looking as his friend left. He hadn't talked to him like this since the beginning of the quest, something was wrong and he would not rest (as usual) until he finds out what it is that's bothering his best friend.

Legolas walked aimlessly around the battlefield, through dead orcs and men, he had a lot to think about now that the war was over. He feared that moment and it came now, he had to face all of his sins that were suppressed in the time of war for his own and others well being, but he could suppress them no more. The night at Helms Deep kept resurfacing over and over again in his mind, the crime he made, it seemed, would never leave him alone until he is punished for it.

Legolas was not a bad elf, his heart and soul were pure, his whole life he had been doing nothing but good; defending his country, his friends, his people, sacrificing himself, always putting everyone else's need in front of his own. And now, when he made one mistake, one bad thing, one sin on his impeccable record it was as if the world was falling down. The elf's dreams were filled with his crime, it tortured him night and day, and he feared how it will torture him now when he had nothing on his mind to worry. Legolas knew he had to face it one day, when he faces his misdeed he will know how to repent and what to do. But he couldn't, he just couldn't face it yet. He felt tremendously guilty, he always loved and respected Haldir and in a moment of blind rage for love all was gone.

In his sorrow he felt something twitching his sleeve, he turned in self defence. "Hey, Legolas, it is just me! Merry!" cheerfully said the hobbit.

Legolas thanked the Valar. At last someone happy and honest, he was tired of speaking with people who were not ready for conversations, and he was also tired of being all by himself with his thoughts. That little hand pulled him out of his dark thoughts by his sleeve.

"What is it Merry?" Legolas asked hopefully for he was more than happy to finally have a normal adult or not so adult conversation with someone. As the elf looked at him with his full concentration Merry hesitated "Well, Legolas, we've been friends for a while and you've got to know our culture as same as we have yours---"

"What is it, Merry?" interrupted Legolas worryingly.

"Well, and you know our flaws comparing to your people---"nervously continued the hobbit.

"Please, get to the point, Merry; you are starting to worry me." Interrupted again Legolas but this time interested. He might not be the only one who did something to one of his friends, but still he was worried about the rest of the hobbits.

"Well, you know us long enough to be aware of our tradition of having… a second lunc---"his stomach was the one that interrupted him this time.

Legolas burst into laughter, part bitter part roaring, for he was not sure if he should be happy that this was not serious, or guilty because of his thoughts.

Merry was just standing with his cheeks blushing not knowing how to read that.

"May I know what caused your laughter so I could join, young prince?" Came Gandalf's friendly voice from behind them.

"Merry finds the previous war exhausting so he needs to indemnify his supplies. Again." Smiled back young elf joking his way out of another one.

"So that is the case. Come, young hobbit, we can---. "

Legolas stopped listening, another thing drew his attention. Aragorn was standing in the distance, looking in his direction. Could he know?

Gandalf watched as the beautiful young elf moved away from them. His lithe figure slowly slipped away, barely touching the ground, the old wizard watched it, he always admired the elves and their beauty. He knew they were the most wonderful beings ever and after all these ages he still loved to watch how miraculous they are, especially this young elf. "Who could not love him?" murmured Gandalf into his chin.

"What was that Gandalf?" asked Merry and looked expectantly at the old Maiar, Gandalf looked back at the young hobbit and quickly regained his composure as he continued,"Yes, yes, we can go to fetch you and Pippin some food, come on now, quickly." He rushed away with beaming Merry closely following his step.

Legolas still stood there, his gaze transfixed to Aragorn who had turned his head away a while ago, the elf couldn't stop watching how magnificent and proud king Elessar looked right at that moment. It was evident that he was still grieving but to Legolas who was blinded by love, Aragorn would look extraordinary beautiful with his face covered in orcs vomit. It is true that elves never really cared about outside beauty, it attracted them, of course, but as they all were already by themselves fair they looked to the other things first.

But Aragorn was a man, and although he lived with elves never was one. The blonde figure whose hair was playing on the breeze was starting to be irresistible to him. The one elf who he didn't notice enough before, the one he felt so cruel about few moments earlier looked like one of the Valar as he laughed from his heart. But, the elf felt Aragorn's gaze on him and turned around. The man watched him a few moments and then turned his head away. Legolas started coming towards him then.

"Came back from the land of dead?" noticed Legolas with a bitter smile hanging of his lips.

"Yes, I am sorry, Legolas. I was rude." Said Aragorn while his eyes dropped from Legolas's face because he couldn't bear to look at him.

"No need to be… I know what you've been through..." answered the prince with sympathy in his voice.

"You do?" reacted Aragorn a bit louder than he should.

"Yes, it was your people, and your friends among elves the orcs slaughtered." added Legolas.

"Oh…" calmed Aragorn.

"The people you love…" whispered Legolas trying not to give away anything.

Aragorn stared at him several moments not sure how to react, he could give away himself without any need to. In the other hand, if he did Legolas might help him release his pain and forget Haldir.

Legolas wasn't sure what he was doing. "I know…" he repeated the words he said little over a month ago to Haldir in halftone.

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Ada- dad

Adar- father

Fëa- spirit

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