A/n: Here's my second major slash story!!!! It's a Legolas/Haldir.
I lub slash!!! Well, this was described as my ideal slash pairing,
soooo... yea!!!! It involves insanity, the bad kind. It's a bit dark,
bit moody.
I already know the ending, and the whole thing will hopefully make you hate me for doing something so cruel to Leggy and Haldir, yet addict you to the plot. Or just make you hate me. I will probably be abandoning my other works for this, I'm really into it. Review me or else I won't continue!!!! Byex!
Labyrinth Chapter One: Enter the Maze
Don't speak. Don't sing. Don't scream.
Do not make a sound.
Legolas rocked back and forth on the ground, his hair dirty and his eyes glazed. The mantra pounded in his head.
Don't you say a word.
Footsteps, footsteps. Scraping.
Legolas shuddered.
His knuckles scraped against the stone and made it crimson.
Don't you dare make a sound.
His knuckles were raw with pain. Legolas kept scraping, ignoring a fly that had settled on his arm. His mouth was set in a white line. His eyes were wide and white as milk.
His face was pale as the moon.
He didn't make a sound.
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Thranduil sighed and rubbed his temples. He looked up at the face of his wife, Eilphdi. Her hair was a deep, glossy gold, and her eyes were the same color. She was often called Thoron, for she was rarely as gentle as her namesake. Right now, though, she was a mess.
Her eyes were weary, and her hair was knotted and frizzed. Her face was lined with worry, and the frown that seemed to be her normal expression of late was harsher for want of smiles.
Thranduil glanced at his desk. "Did he talk today?" he asked, knowing the answer. Eilphdi shook her head, and let it drop.
He sighed again, a frown creasing his brow. "What was he doing when you first saw him today?"
"Rubbing his knuckles bloody against the flagstones. Vala, melda, what are we going to do? Something is frightening him horribly. Did you get even the smallest hint?" Eilphdi looked so pleading that Thranduil felt like weeping in frustration.
"No," he whispered hoarsely. "Not a whisper."
Eilphdi bowed her head once more. "Then there is nothing for it." Thranduil nodded, grief a heavy crown for him to bear.
"We must send him to the Lady and pray she has an answer."
Legolas had been growing quieter and quieter since he had turned one hundred. On his two hundredth birthing day, he had stopped talking completely. Now he seemed to going quietly mad.
Nothing they did stopped what was happening to him. They tried to remove the people that troubled him, tried to spend time with him, and tried to give him suitable playmates. They tried to keep him sheltered. But no matter what they did, he would not speak. Soon, he began to behave as though he were terrified when anyone who was not his mother or father approached him.
Now, Thranduil could not go near him without alarming him, and Eilphdi had been 'rejected' from his senses long ago. He did not appear to recognize her. They had given up hope.
Only the Lady offered some slim hope of recovery for the Prince.
Only her.
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A/n: REAAAAAAALY short. ^^;. Lalalala... er... erm... well... aye, I be a wee bit strange.
Muse#1: 'Daft' 's the word.
Hey!!!!
Muse#1: :P
Ahem. Anyway. Well, reviews please. And I lub you all!!!!!
Except if you don't review. Then I hate your guts.
:)
~Nightbird*Songbird
I already know the ending, and the whole thing will hopefully make you hate me for doing something so cruel to Leggy and Haldir, yet addict you to the plot. Or just make you hate me. I will probably be abandoning my other works for this, I'm really into it. Review me or else I won't continue!!!! Byex!
Labyrinth Chapter One: Enter the Maze
Don't speak. Don't sing. Don't scream.
Do not make a sound.
Legolas rocked back and forth on the ground, his hair dirty and his eyes glazed. The mantra pounded in his head.
Don't you say a word.
Footsteps, footsteps. Scraping.
Legolas shuddered.
His knuckles scraped against the stone and made it crimson.
Don't you dare make a sound.
His knuckles were raw with pain. Legolas kept scraping, ignoring a fly that had settled on his arm. His mouth was set in a white line. His eyes were wide and white as milk.
His face was pale as the moon.
He didn't make a sound.
******************************************************************
Thranduil sighed and rubbed his temples. He looked up at the face of his wife, Eilphdi. Her hair was a deep, glossy gold, and her eyes were the same color. She was often called Thoron, for she was rarely as gentle as her namesake. Right now, though, she was a mess.
Her eyes were weary, and her hair was knotted and frizzed. Her face was lined with worry, and the frown that seemed to be her normal expression of late was harsher for want of smiles.
Thranduil glanced at his desk. "Did he talk today?" he asked, knowing the answer. Eilphdi shook her head, and let it drop.
He sighed again, a frown creasing his brow. "What was he doing when you first saw him today?"
"Rubbing his knuckles bloody against the flagstones. Vala, melda, what are we going to do? Something is frightening him horribly. Did you get even the smallest hint?" Eilphdi looked so pleading that Thranduil felt like weeping in frustration.
"No," he whispered hoarsely. "Not a whisper."
Eilphdi bowed her head once more. "Then there is nothing for it." Thranduil nodded, grief a heavy crown for him to bear.
"We must send him to the Lady and pray she has an answer."
Legolas had been growing quieter and quieter since he had turned one hundred. On his two hundredth birthing day, he had stopped talking completely. Now he seemed to going quietly mad.
Nothing they did stopped what was happening to him. They tried to remove the people that troubled him, tried to spend time with him, and tried to give him suitable playmates. They tried to keep him sheltered. But no matter what they did, he would not speak. Soon, he began to behave as though he were terrified when anyone who was not his mother or father approached him.
Now, Thranduil could not go near him without alarming him, and Eilphdi had been 'rejected' from his senses long ago. He did not appear to recognize her. They had given up hope.
Only the Lady offered some slim hope of recovery for the Prince.
Only her.
******************************************************************
A/n: REAAAAAAALY short. ^^;. Lalalala... er... erm... well... aye, I be a wee bit strange.
Muse#1: 'Daft' 's the word.
Hey!!!!
Muse#1: :P
Ahem. Anyway. Well, reviews please. And I lub you all!!!!!
Except if you don't review. Then I hate your guts.
:)
~Nightbird*Songbird