Note: None of these are my characters! This fic is supposed to be funny! Most characters are not themselves... Why is everyone after Legolas? That's a good question... I thought it was funny, myself... A/L shounen ai!

Forgotten

Part 2

Legolas wept into his hands, for his lover had left him behind.

Lord Elrond of Rivendell happened to come by, and heard the young elf crying miserably.

`What is that racket?' Elrond muttered in Elvish, before spotting the trapped blond elf. `What's wrong, Legolas?' the half-elf purred when he spotted the silvery tears running down the beautiful Elven prince's face.

Legolas took a shaky breath before he began talking, sobs making it hard to understand clearly. `Aragorn was gone and the o-others t-trapped me in this net and they f-forgot about me. A-and then when Aragorn c-came b-back, all of t-them left again. B-but they all f-forgot me.'

Elrond scowled in fury, before drawing his sword and slicing the weeping elf free. He decided to confront his foster son, but right now, Elrond decided to focus on the heartbroken Legolas, who had sap in his hair, and on his skin and clothes. His green eyes were swollen from crying, and tears streaks covered his face.

`Come, Legolas. Let me take you back to Rivendell to get cleaned up, and then we will see why the others abandoned you.'

Legolas nodded, sniffling, and set off with Elrond, who dropped one of his arrows by the sliced net as a calling card for Aragorn.

The Elven lord comforted the younger elf, hiding an inner smirk. Now he could have Legolas all to himself.

Legolas was too distraught about being left behind that he didn't even realize what Elrond was up to.

So the two elves went to Rivendell.

Meanwhile, the others arrived back at the camp to find Legolas gone.

"He's gone!" Aragorn yelled.

"Duh-uh," Frodo said.

Gimli said, "Maybe the Orcs got him."

"Or Galadriel," Pippin piped up.

"Or Saruman," Boromir said thoughtfully.

Merry frowned. "No one else is after Legolas. Who am I supposed to name?"

No-one paid attention to what he said.

Sam said, "Well, we were after him and we caught him, only we sorta forgot to let him go. But I found one of his arrows." The Hobbit held up the arrow that Elrond had left behind.

"Or Elrond could have him," Gandalf said grandly. "Really, Samwise Gamgee. Even a fool of a Took could tell the markings on that arrow are the royal markings of Rivendell," the wizard said scornfully.

"Um... I didn't know," Pippin muttered.

"I know," Gandalf muttered, rolling his eyes. "Why me?" he moaned, wondering why he was stuck with these strange people.

Aragorn snatched the arrow from Sam's hand. "This is Elrond's arrow!" he shouted. "Elrond took Legolas!"

Frodo smirked. "Brilliant, `Einstein'. Gandalf just said that."

Aragorn suddenly felt very stupid. "Don't call me Einstein!"

"It's one of your nicknames," Merry said, confused. "Like Strider and Dunadan and..."

"Aragorn, son of Arathorn, heir of Isildur, Estel" Sam recited.

"And stupid," Gimli snickered.

"Don't forget lover boy," Boromir said, grinning.

Aragorn turned slightly red.

"What about love? That's what Legolas calls him. And dear one and..."

"ENOUGH!" Aragorn bellowed.

The Hobbits burst into tears, startled. Gimli, Boromir, and Gandalf comforted them, giving evil eyes to the Man who'd made them cry.

Aragorn felt ashamed of himself for scaring the Hobbits, and then he finally got his mind back to Legolas.

"I'm going to Rivendell!" Aragorn shouted. He ran off, and promptly tripped over the end of his cloak. "I'm coming, my darling!"

"You're falling, stupid..." Boromir smirked as the heir of Isildur struck the ground hard.

Aragorn stood, brushed the dirt off, and tried his dramatic exit again. "Wait for me, Legolas!" He exited with dignity this time, and raced to Rivendell.

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Rivendell

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Legolas was beginning to relax, now, and took his mind off of the pain he'd suffered at being forgotten by the one he loved.

After arriving at Rivendell, he'd been allowed to take a bath and get fresh, clean leggings. His hair was now clean and dripped little drops of water as he brushed it. Elrond had somehow forgotten a shirt, though, Legolas mused.

Elrond approached the younger elf where he sat on the balcony, carrying a bottle of wine and two cups. He also had a small mind-control potion, a gift from Galadriel.

`Care for a drink, Legolas?' he asked, feigning sympathy.

Legolas nodded. `The wine of Rivendell is among the best.' A bird sang overhead, and the blond elf turned to look at it in worship.

While his back was turned, Elrond slipped the clear potion in Legolas's glass. He then poured the wine, and handed the drugged one to the exquisite creature in front of him.

Legolas took the glass, and sipped from it absentmindedly. His thoughts had returned to Aragorn. How could the one he loved just leave him like that? Maybe Aragorn was in love with another, the elf mused.

Elrond was impatient for the blond elf to drain his cup. `Do you not like the wine?' he questioned, looking slightly hurt.

Legolas felt guilty and immediately drank deeply from the cup, nearly emptying it. At the Elven lord's encouragement, he finished it.

Legolas immediately began to feel strange.

`Are you all right?' Elrond questioned gently, testing the potion.

Legolas's eyes clouded over slightly. `Yes... Master...'

Elrond smiled in triumph. `Come with me,' he ordered, as he stood and began leading the drugged elf to his rooms. Once both were in, Elrond locked the door.

Legolas was panicking on the inside. Why oh why had he come to Rivendell, he silently screamed, as the Elven lord scooped him up and placed him on his bed.

`No...' Legolas whispered, as Elrond started to remove some of his own clothes.

The buttons were caught, so the Elven lord wound up ripping his shirt and tunic off.

Elrond shrugged. `I hated that color anyway.' He straddled the helpless young elf, whose eyes were flickering from normal to drugged.

Aragorn tore through Rivendell as soon as he arrived, searching for his lover.

Of course, Aragorn thought. Elrond would take Legolas to his rooms!

Aragorn kicked in the door and froze when he saw his foster father on top of Legolas's smaller body.

`What the hell are you doing!' Aragorn yelled, as he ran over and pulled Elrond off of Legolas. He gazed at his lover, who had strange, clouded eyes.

`Nothing,' Elrond lied. `I just thought I saw a tick in his hair.'

Aragorn threw a doubtful look at his foster father, before turning back to his lover.

`M-master?' Legolas whimpered, before focusing on Aragorn. He screamed when he saw the human beside him, and backed away, cringing in fear.

`What's wrong, Legolas?' Aragorn questioned. `It's me!'

Legolas threw him a hurt and angry look. `You run with everybody else and forget me, leaving me in that net and I get tricked into coming here and your father drugs me and tries to...' The blond elf burst into tears and ran out of the room, and eventually, out of Rivendell.

Aragorn stayed long enough to teach `dear old dad' a lesson. After the human ran off, a faint groan could be heard from Elrond's rooms, where the older elf lay on the floor, with blood spurting out of his nose. Numerous bruises covered the Elven lord now, and Elrond sincerely hoped that Gandalf would be arriving shortly.

To be continued