A/N: This is the sequel to Kleine Taube. It takes place about 6 moths
to one year from the ending of the other story. The ending of that story
will be told through flashbacks. This will mostly be an A/L but a few new
pairings will come into play if I feel like putting them in there or if
somebody asks for them. Arwen's mystery lover will be revealed as soon as I
can find an appropriate place to put him in. Please R&R.=^.^=
Warning: This starts out sweet and fluffy and funny, at least I hope it's funny, and then it gets dark and angsty and evil. Remember how I made Legolas suffer in the last one. It gets much worse in this one. Oh!!! I can't believe how evil I'm going to be. I can't wait till I get to write the ending.R&R.=^.^=
Disclaimer: I do not own LotR. Don't sue me I have nothing worth the layer fees. This goes for all the chapters that come after this too.
Legolas Greenleaf, prince of Mirkwood, walked down the corridor to the dining hall. He had been back for almost a year but had yet to go back to Mirkwood to see his family. His father had understood and left him to recover surrounded by his most trusted friends. And his love.
He had made good progress, or so people had said. If they had known the whole truth they would have been far more surprised at the fact. He had thought hard about not telling his friends. He had hated lying to them, but he couldn't stand the shame of them knowing.
What would they think of him? Would they despise him for being weak, be compassionate and understand, or pity him? Their pity was what he feared the most. He didn't want pity; he wanted understanding and help. He was sure that if they pitied him he would surely go crazy with frustration.
It didn't matter though, he would tell them when he wanted to. Until then he would spend time with them and make up for years lost. He may be immortal, but they were not. With a smile on his face he entered the great hall. There was a guest sitting at the table. He looked oddly familiar but Legolas paid him no heed.
Sitting down in his customary place, Legolas greeted his friend warmly. He was soon drawn into a lively conversation with Gimli about the ethics of kissing trees. "I swear to you Gimli, elves do not kiss trees."
"Then what were you doing last Saturday down by the river? I could have sworn that you were kissing that tree."
Red blossomed across Legolas' face as he remembered. He and Aragorn had been making out by the lazy brook that romantic poets had labelled a river. From any angle it probably had looked like he was kissing the tree that they were propped up against.
He now knew why Gimli had drawn him into this conversation; him and the rest of the fellowship had been trying to get them to admit their relationship. It wasn't that he or Aragorn were embarrassed, it was just that they knew that the people of Gondor would disagree. That and the fact that nobody knew that Aragorn and Arwen weren't getting married. So, with that in mind he answered the only way he could.
"I was kissing the tree."
Gimli started snickering and, if possible Legolas' face grew even redder. He had chosen one of the worst moments to state that. The strange man had just stood up to say something important it seemed, and he had just blurted out, quite loudly, that he had been kissing a tree . He was acutely aware of the faces that all turned to stare at him. Some were disapproving; others were simply trying not to burst out laughing. He knew that he would never live this down.
He glared at his friends and love; Aragorn decided to take pity on him and stood clearing his throat.
"I have an announcement to make. One that I have been debating about for a long time. I have decided that it is time for you to know. It is not my right to tell you this but I believe it would stop further embarrassment and I do not think Legolas should continue living a lie." Smiling at his love the King of Gondor winked at Gimli and turned to face all assembled, " I am happy to announce that Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood has taken upon himself to continue one of the lesser known traditions of the elves. Yes, that is right my friends, he is marrying a tree."
"What!" Legolas almost screamed forgetting to be graceful in his indignation. "I am not marrying a tree!"
His exclamations were lost in the laughter of all whom inhabited the hall. He turned an icy glare to Aragorn, which would have frozen the fires of Mount Doom, and smirked as his friend quelled under his gaze and his laughter slowly tapered off. Widening his smile at the expression of dread the king now wore he completed the gesture by letting out a laugh of his own and turned to his friends at the table.
"I assure you," he paused, waiting for the people there to quiet for he did not wish to shout, "I am not marrying a tree. Aerionna and I are just good friends. I would no sooner marry her than I would Aragorn."
With that stated he bowed to the diners and excused himself from the room. Making his way through the stone halls of the castle he allowed himself to reflect on the past, a luxury not usually had after the time spent with Antatar and the various masters he had had.
As his eyes wandered over the elegant tapestries decorating the otherwise unadorned walls, his mind wandered over the memories of his captivity, and of the friends he made during that time. Traurig was both a happy and a sad one. He remembered their first meeting his friend as well as if it had happened just a few seconds ago instead of years.
****************** Flashback ******************
Screams carried through the thin walls of the house, stealing what little sleep the lone occupant of the room was allowed. He winced at the sounds of agony drifted to his sensitive ears. Antatar had captured another one. This one was innocent he could tell, a talent he was not proud of and wished he didn't have.
After spending the better half of a year in this forsaken place it was easy to figure such things. Those who had been through it before knew that screaming only goaded him on and it was best to be quiet even if it did anger him. Some would still scream but not as loudly or as vigorously. Even if it didn't help most were to deadened or accepting of their captivity to care enough to give voice to their bodies' pain.
Trying ineffectively to drown out the pitiful sounds he called up a song to sing to take his mind off things. The words froze on his lips as he heard near silent footsteps heading his way. Cocking his ear towards the door he discerned louder footsteps of guards, one set that sounded like it was carrying something heavy. Perhaps a body?
His musings were cut short as the door was flung open to reveal his master and two guards, a body slung over one of their shoulders. Wincing in sympathetic pain as he saw the state of said body he turned his attention back to the man now standing in front of him.
"Why such the sad look upon your face Taube? You should be happy, I have brought you a friend to play with. His name is Traurig, I'm sure you two will get along fine. You both have so much in common. For instance, you both have the joy of being my guests among other things."
Legolas twisted his lips into a sneer at this comment and against all warnings from his brain he spat into his captor's face. His head snapped back as he was backhanded across the face, a bruise already forming on his pale skin. He was brought eye to eye with Antatar by sharp jerking at his hair forcing him to look into the dark red of his eyes . "I see I have not completely broken your spirit then. That is all right, I would not wish for that. For although your body is enjoyable it is not all I want from you. I would not do something like that again though. For now not only will you be punished but so shall he."
Jerking a thumb back to indicate the unconscious form still being held by the guard he pivoted to his right and with measured steps sauntered to the door. Stopping just short of his goal he turned to the man standing as well at attention as he could under the extra weight and barked out in a sharp, stern voice orders on what to do with the captive.
Legolas turned his gaze to the beam of sunlight gleaming through the slit in the wall of above him and sighed wishing for things he could not have. Distracted by his thoughts he barely registered the fact that Traurig had been laid down next to him. As it was he didn't care enough to give it a second thought.
His attention was sharply called by the sudden choked sob coming from behind him. Turning as well as he could with the chains wrapped around his wrists and ankles he watched the man, no boy, for a few seconds before reaching out with both arms to embrace him and offer what comfort he could.
The body stiffened before relaxing in his arms and continuing to cry. Murmuring nonsensical words and singing snatches off soft lullabies he stroked the boy's hair. Clenching his eyes shut in anger at their captor he moved closer and held the child close, his voice a soothing balm to wary ears.
************************ End Flashback ************************
Legolas was brought to present by soft sobs so similar to the ones in his memory he barely recognised them as real and not figments of his imagination. Turning the corner into a courtyard he almost tripped over the young girl lying on the stones.
Jumping up she wiped her eyes and started to apologise. Waving his hand to stop her from continuing he lifted her lowered face to look ate her. He curled his lips back in distaste when he saw the fresh bruise forming on her face. "Who did this to you?" he asked waving his free hand in the general direction of her face.
Her reply was stuttered and spoken so softly even his sensitive ears had to strain to hear it. He fixed with his most no nonsense look and asked to repeat herself. "It was my fault M'lord. I deserved it."
Cutting her off he repeated himself. "Who?"
Hesitating she once again lowered her voice to answer in the most unexpected manner.
"The king."
TBC
A/N2: So how'd you like the beginning? Please review or I won't continue. It's 2:30 and once again I can't sleep. Pity me. I'm sure reviews will help though. Um, yeah. Hope you liked it.=^.^=
Warning: This starts out sweet and fluffy and funny, at least I hope it's funny, and then it gets dark and angsty and evil. Remember how I made Legolas suffer in the last one. It gets much worse in this one. Oh!!! I can't believe how evil I'm going to be. I can't wait till I get to write the ending.R&R.=^.^=
Disclaimer: I do not own LotR. Don't sue me I have nothing worth the layer fees. This goes for all the chapters that come after this too.
Legolas Greenleaf, prince of Mirkwood, walked down the corridor to the dining hall. He had been back for almost a year but had yet to go back to Mirkwood to see his family. His father had understood and left him to recover surrounded by his most trusted friends. And his love.
He had made good progress, or so people had said. If they had known the whole truth they would have been far more surprised at the fact. He had thought hard about not telling his friends. He had hated lying to them, but he couldn't stand the shame of them knowing.
What would they think of him? Would they despise him for being weak, be compassionate and understand, or pity him? Their pity was what he feared the most. He didn't want pity; he wanted understanding and help. He was sure that if they pitied him he would surely go crazy with frustration.
It didn't matter though, he would tell them when he wanted to. Until then he would spend time with them and make up for years lost. He may be immortal, but they were not. With a smile on his face he entered the great hall. There was a guest sitting at the table. He looked oddly familiar but Legolas paid him no heed.
Sitting down in his customary place, Legolas greeted his friend warmly. He was soon drawn into a lively conversation with Gimli about the ethics of kissing trees. "I swear to you Gimli, elves do not kiss trees."
"Then what were you doing last Saturday down by the river? I could have sworn that you were kissing that tree."
Red blossomed across Legolas' face as he remembered. He and Aragorn had been making out by the lazy brook that romantic poets had labelled a river. From any angle it probably had looked like he was kissing the tree that they were propped up against.
He now knew why Gimli had drawn him into this conversation; him and the rest of the fellowship had been trying to get them to admit their relationship. It wasn't that he or Aragorn were embarrassed, it was just that they knew that the people of Gondor would disagree. That and the fact that nobody knew that Aragorn and Arwen weren't getting married. So, with that in mind he answered the only way he could.
"I was kissing the tree."
Gimli started snickering and, if possible Legolas' face grew even redder. He had chosen one of the worst moments to state that. The strange man had just stood up to say something important it seemed, and he had just blurted out, quite loudly, that he had been kissing a tree . He was acutely aware of the faces that all turned to stare at him. Some were disapproving; others were simply trying not to burst out laughing. He knew that he would never live this down.
He glared at his friends and love; Aragorn decided to take pity on him and stood clearing his throat.
"I have an announcement to make. One that I have been debating about for a long time. I have decided that it is time for you to know. It is not my right to tell you this but I believe it would stop further embarrassment and I do not think Legolas should continue living a lie." Smiling at his love the King of Gondor winked at Gimli and turned to face all assembled, " I am happy to announce that Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood has taken upon himself to continue one of the lesser known traditions of the elves. Yes, that is right my friends, he is marrying a tree."
"What!" Legolas almost screamed forgetting to be graceful in his indignation. "I am not marrying a tree!"
His exclamations were lost in the laughter of all whom inhabited the hall. He turned an icy glare to Aragorn, which would have frozen the fires of Mount Doom, and smirked as his friend quelled under his gaze and his laughter slowly tapered off. Widening his smile at the expression of dread the king now wore he completed the gesture by letting out a laugh of his own and turned to his friends at the table.
"I assure you," he paused, waiting for the people there to quiet for he did not wish to shout, "I am not marrying a tree. Aerionna and I are just good friends. I would no sooner marry her than I would Aragorn."
With that stated he bowed to the diners and excused himself from the room. Making his way through the stone halls of the castle he allowed himself to reflect on the past, a luxury not usually had after the time spent with Antatar and the various masters he had had.
As his eyes wandered over the elegant tapestries decorating the otherwise unadorned walls, his mind wandered over the memories of his captivity, and of the friends he made during that time. Traurig was both a happy and a sad one. He remembered their first meeting his friend as well as if it had happened just a few seconds ago instead of years.
****************** Flashback ******************
Screams carried through the thin walls of the house, stealing what little sleep the lone occupant of the room was allowed. He winced at the sounds of agony drifted to his sensitive ears. Antatar had captured another one. This one was innocent he could tell, a talent he was not proud of and wished he didn't have.
After spending the better half of a year in this forsaken place it was easy to figure such things. Those who had been through it before knew that screaming only goaded him on and it was best to be quiet even if it did anger him. Some would still scream but not as loudly or as vigorously. Even if it didn't help most were to deadened or accepting of their captivity to care enough to give voice to their bodies' pain.
Trying ineffectively to drown out the pitiful sounds he called up a song to sing to take his mind off things. The words froze on his lips as he heard near silent footsteps heading his way. Cocking his ear towards the door he discerned louder footsteps of guards, one set that sounded like it was carrying something heavy. Perhaps a body?
His musings were cut short as the door was flung open to reveal his master and two guards, a body slung over one of their shoulders. Wincing in sympathetic pain as he saw the state of said body he turned his attention back to the man now standing in front of him.
"Why such the sad look upon your face Taube? You should be happy, I have brought you a friend to play with. His name is Traurig, I'm sure you two will get along fine. You both have so much in common. For instance, you both have the joy of being my guests among other things."
Legolas twisted his lips into a sneer at this comment and against all warnings from his brain he spat into his captor's face. His head snapped back as he was backhanded across the face, a bruise already forming on his pale skin. He was brought eye to eye with Antatar by sharp jerking at his hair forcing him to look into the dark red of his eyes . "I see I have not completely broken your spirit then. That is all right, I would not wish for that. For although your body is enjoyable it is not all I want from you. I would not do something like that again though. For now not only will you be punished but so shall he."
Jerking a thumb back to indicate the unconscious form still being held by the guard he pivoted to his right and with measured steps sauntered to the door. Stopping just short of his goal he turned to the man standing as well at attention as he could under the extra weight and barked out in a sharp, stern voice orders on what to do with the captive.
Legolas turned his gaze to the beam of sunlight gleaming through the slit in the wall of above him and sighed wishing for things he could not have. Distracted by his thoughts he barely registered the fact that Traurig had been laid down next to him. As it was he didn't care enough to give it a second thought.
His attention was sharply called by the sudden choked sob coming from behind him. Turning as well as he could with the chains wrapped around his wrists and ankles he watched the man, no boy, for a few seconds before reaching out with both arms to embrace him and offer what comfort he could.
The body stiffened before relaxing in his arms and continuing to cry. Murmuring nonsensical words and singing snatches off soft lullabies he stroked the boy's hair. Clenching his eyes shut in anger at their captor he moved closer and held the child close, his voice a soothing balm to wary ears.
************************ End Flashback ************************
Legolas was brought to present by soft sobs so similar to the ones in his memory he barely recognised them as real and not figments of his imagination. Turning the corner into a courtyard he almost tripped over the young girl lying on the stones.
Jumping up she wiped her eyes and started to apologise. Waving his hand to stop her from continuing he lifted her lowered face to look ate her. He curled his lips back in distaste when he saw the fresh bruise forming on her face. "Who did this to you?" he asked waving his free hand in the general direction of her face.
Her reply was stuttered and spoken so softly even his sensitive ears had to strain to hear it. He fixed with his most no nonsense look and asked to repeat herself. "It was my fault M'lord. I deserved it."
Cutting her off he repeated himself. "Who?"
Hesitating she once again lowered her voice to answer in the most unexpected manner.
"The king."
TBC
A/N2: So how'd you like the beginning? Please review or I won't continue. It's 2:30 and once again I can't sleep. Pity me. I'm sure reviews will help though. Um, yeah. Hope you liked it.=^.^=