He is Mine Now
Disclaimer: refer to chapter 1
Chapter 2 – Frustration
"This is absolutely ridiculous, Arwen!" Legolas yelled as he turned around and started walking back to the Palace, again.
"I love you, Legolas. Please stop! I need you. Please don't run away from me!" she pleaded.
He looked behind him and saw Arwen coming after him. So he ran as fast as he could to get to his guest room. He knew if he could get there before she did, he would be safe for awhile...'Safe?' he thought to himself, 'from an Elleth?' What was he thinking? He felt rather embarrassed. It was bruising his ego, somewhat. However, she caught up with him before he got the door locked. She pushed him into the room, followed him inside, slammed and bolted the door behind her and cornered him. Grabbing him, she threw him up against a wall, and put her arms up on either side of him against said wall, to try and prevent his escape.
"Where do you think you are going, kind Sir? Are you trying to get away from me, again? Give it up, Legolas. You can run, but I will always catch you, my love. You should know that by now." He looked at her through disbelieving eyes.
"But what about Aragorn?" Legolas tried reasoning with her. "He cares for you. You have to think of him."
"Oh yes. We still have to deal with him, don't we," she answered him.
"That's not what I meant, Arwen!" Legolas snapped at her. He was staring at her apprehensively, just wishing he was anywhere else but here with Arwen. The Elleth was obsessed with him and there was no changing her mind. He wondered when and where she had acquired such strength. It was probably from the same place where she had received her cunningly evil personality. Once again, he really didn't want to know.
"I do not think I like you anymore, Arwen, although I hardly think that needs mentioning. We played together as children, but look at you now. You have really changed and not for the better."
"Well, I am more attractive than I was before, am I not?" she asked, flirting with him.
"I suppose," Legolas replied, afraid to cross her at the moment.
"You suppose?" Arwen asked, raising her eyebrows at him., very disappointed with his answer.
"Yes, you are," Legolas replied, trying to sound a little more interested.
Arwen smiled seductively at him and slowly reached in towards him for a kiss.
Legolas had nowhere to go. He tried to pull his head back, and accidentally hit it against the wall, almost knocking himself out.
"Oh, Legolas, are you all right? I didn't hurt you, did I? I am so sorry if I did!" She grabbed him to steady him, and he tried to pull away from her. Once again, she overpowered him . He felt like he was such a weakling compared to her.
"Now what should I do with you, Legolas, while I go to my room to gather my clothes and belongings?" she asked him, staring mischievously at the blond Elf still in front of her. That expression of hers gave him the chills. She looked quickly around the room.
"I know," she grinned. Arwen grabbed him again and shoved him into his wardrobe. Then she shut and locked the door on him.
"Arwen, stop this right now!" Legolas demanded. "Let me out of here immediately, My Lady! You cannot make me do or go where I do not wish to. I am not your slave, Arwen!" he yelled at her through the door kicking and banging on it.
"No, I know that Legolas. You are not going to be my slave, my pet. You are going to be my love. There is so much about me to love. You will see. I am sorry if you are not happy at the moment, but you will become so. You do belong to me, now, and I have to keep an eye on you so that you do not escape. We will have lots of time to get acquainted. That is if I can keep my hands off of you," she grinned.
Legolas hoped so very much that she wasn't being serious. But considering the situation, he knew that she really was.
"You know," she mused, "being an Elleth really has its advantages. A male will not hurt a female. None that I have ever known, anyway. Unless perhaps the Elleth is evil, which I am not."
Evil Elleth? Arwen? Legolas rolled his eyes and sighed in frustration, biting his tongue so as to not make matters any worse on that particular subject. "I might make an exception with you, Arwen. I belong to no one except myself."
"You would not dare. You are lying. If you would lay a hand on me in this place, you would be fighting all of the Ellyn here in Rivendell, my Adar and brothers included. Probably even Aragorn. Just try it and see what happens. You would end up in the dungeons, Your Highness, awaiting trial," Arwen threw at him.
"Is that not what you have in mind for me, anyway!?" Legolas snapped back at her.
They were making each other furious. Arwen lowered her voice and spoke in an icy tone," behave, Legolas. I have rope."
"Anyway, it will not be that bad, my love. I will treat you right, my dearest."
"Quit calling me that," he replied.
Legolas felt so overwhelmed and confused by this situation. He wasn't sure if he should be screaming or laughing. He was so angry with Arwen and a little of the fear he felt before was back. He honestly did not remember her being anything like this at all. Perhaps she was spoiled and used to having he own way, considering she was Lord Elrond's daughter. But she had never been mean, grabby, pushy and possessive before, to his knowledge. He needed to get away from her and this situation, now.
So she left him there in his room and hurried down the corridor to her bedchamber for her things, then she returned to his room as quickly as she could. "Legolas," she asked, "are your belongings still on your horse?" He did not reply. "Are you still in there?" she asked again. There was still no answer. She unlocked and slowly opened the door to his small prison, and stepped back a couple of paces. The look on Legolas' face frightened even her. There was anger, puzzlement and fear in his eyes all at once. He bolted out of the wardrobe, pushed her down, and raced out of the room. Arwen quickly arose, tackled him in the corridor outside of his room, and brought him down hard, knocking the wind out of him.
Glorfindel was walking down the corridor on his way to Lord Elronds' study at that particular moment. When he came upon them, he just stopped and stared down at them..
"What are you two doing?" he curiously asked.
"Playing?" Arwen helpfully suggested. Glorfindel bought it.
"All right," Glorfindel shrugged. "Just do not break anything." That sort of thing seemed to happen around there a lot, so he did not find anything odd about it. "Oh, yes, and if your brothers come along tell them the same thing. They have been too quiet today, and I am sure a scuffle will ensue before long. Goodbye. Have a good night." Then Glorfindel continued on his way, leaving them to their fun. Legolas just lay there moaning. He didn't even have enough breath left in him to ask for help.
Arwen helped Legolas out of the Palace to the courtyard where Aragorn was sitting on a bench still waiting for them to return. He had been so lost in thought about Arwen and Legolas that he hadn't even thought about going into the Palace after them. He knew Legolas would be all right. He went to meet them on their way out. There Arwen dropped Legolas on the ground. He was panting, choking, and was still having trouble breathing. Aragorn helped him up. "What did you do to him?" Aragorn asked her, concerned about Legolas.
"All I did was tackle him as he was running. I can't help it if he cannot defend himself against me. All the better for me," she answered him with a smile.
"Please, Arwen, don't do this. It is crazy. I cannot let you do this ..." Aragorn replied with a very determined air. Aragorn was very hurt, and he still wanted her so much. "Arwen, if you go off with him, will I ever see you again?" His voice was much softer and less certain than before.
"Well, probably not, being human and all. Unless I decide to come and visit my family in the next 100 years or so. You are Dunedain, right? You should still be alive. But if you want to see me...or Legolas...again, it will have to be here. I do not come here very often, as you know, and I will not be staying at Caras Galhadon anytime soon.
"I will become the King of Gondor and Anor one day, hopefully, and I was hoping perhaps to have you as my bride."
"What, My Lord Aragorn? Are you jesting?"she asked him. "Marry a mortal and die here, rather than go to Valinor and live forever? There is no choice in the matter. Aragorn, you are a nice man, but I have wonderful things in mind for Legolas...and myself, too, of course."
Poor Aragorn was near heartbreak, "How could you do this to me?"
"You don't even know me Ranger. It is not like we were promised to each other, Aragorn. You will find some beautiful, wanton woman who wants to share your throne with you. And you will have lots of beautiful babies who will not be Elves, will not live forever, and will never be going to Valinor. I am sorry, I am sure you will have a beautiful wife and a wonderful life together. But Legolas is a Prince, and I am a Princess....well, a Lady, anyway. That is close enough so we were meant for each other. We were meant to be together. Can't you see that? Oh, and would you be so kind as to tell my Adar and my Muindyr that I love them and will miss them? I don't think they will understand, so I must leave."
Aragorn had been holding Legolas up all this time, and finally Legolas came around and was able to breathe and stand properly on his own, again. He shook his head, and slowly walked over by Aragorn's side. "Aragorn, I think I'm going to need some help to get out of this situation. I think the two of us could take her on. She is very strong. Even for an Elf."
"Help you? Why should I help you? You are stealing the woman I love," Aragorn snapped at him.
"I think it is actually the other way around. I am not trying to steal her. She is trying to steal me. And I do not love her, Aragorn, you know that."
"You do not have to. She loves you. That is good enough reason not to want to help you. You have caused enough damage. You are a grown Elf, Legolas. Fight your own battles."
"That is just it. I am not sure I can win this one all alone. Will you not help me, mellon nin?" Legolas asked hopefully. .
Aragorn looked at the Elf for a moment, considering. "No. Sorry," the young Ranger hesitated.
"Are you not my friend?" Legolas asked him.
"Of course I am," Aragorn pleasantly replied.
Then Aragorn hit Legolas and knocked him down.
"What was that for?" Legolas asked, rubbing his jaw. "Why do you not take your frustrations out on Arwen? She is the the objection of your affections, not me," The Elf suggested.
"Well, I cannot hit a Lady, now, can I."
"A Lady?" Legolas chuckled. The Elf stood up and got knocked back down. "Why did you hit me again?" he asked, once again rubbing his jaw as he stood.
"Yes, a Lady. And you are what is coming between us. So you are the next best thing to beat on. Besides, I would like to mess up that 'gorgeous' face of yours that she seems to like so much. And it is fun watching you fall, as well." So he hit Legolas again. Then Legolas tried to crawl away from him, so Aragorn picked him up and hit him again, knocking him on the ground once more.
"Stop it, Aragorn! That is enough! I am starting to understand what it is that Arwen does not like about you. She could probably sense how abusive you can be."
Legolas stood up quickly and scooted backwards out of Aragorn's reach. Then Estel started walking towards him to the Elf's chagrin. "Remember, Aragorn; this is Arwen's doing, not mine. I do not love her, and now I do not like her, either."
Aragorn stopped where he was and left Legolas alone. "I do not like either of you very much, right now. I am now aware of how close I came to getting involved with Arwen. Well, I like to think I was, anyway. She is frightening. I am actually glad that you are the one who holds her affections, now, Legolas, and not myself. I hope you have a wonderful life, my friend. Just the two of you," Aragorn grinned.
Aragorn was having fun playing around with Legolas like this, and not taking this situation very seriously.
"No, Aragorn, you cannot mean it! You do not intend to help me out of this ridiculous situation I am in? How can I call you friend," Legolas replied bitterly to Aragorn..
"Well, I will come after you eventually, you know, but I think you need some time away from here for a while; away from me."
"What? Aragorn? What do you mean? You may not be able to find us; to find me...how can you do that? Aragorn?"
It looked like Aragorn was not going to help his friend. He was still too angry for that. He had a fairly good idea where they were going and knew he would have to rescue Legolas soon. Who knew what terrible torments Arwen might have in store for his best friend? It almost made Aragorn laugh considering the mood he was in at the moment.
Arwen came up from behind them and struck Legolas over the head with her boot while he was pleading with Aragorn for help.
"Hey, Arwen, there is no need for that. You might have hurt him," Aragorn yelled at her. She then quickly tied the Elf's hands behind him with her rope while he was on the ground. She hauled the blond Elf over her shoulder and threw him over his horse about the time Aragorn reached her. Then she pushed Aragorn down out of her way, looked around on the leaf-strewn pathway she and her beloved were soon to take, and bent down to retrieve Legolas' pack.
"We will take his horse. I like it," she said to the Ranger about the time he got up and headed for Legolas to make sure he was all right. "And do not try to follow us, Aragorn, because you cannot have him back...he is mine now. It was very nice to meet you," she said to the young Ranger very sweetly, smiling at him as she climbed on her mount and rode off with Legolas, without so much as a goodbye glance, leaving nothing but a trail of dust behind them.
What an awful day for Aragorn this had turned out to be; both his best and his worst. He became Aragorn and lost his potential Lady.. He wondered how he was going to explain this to Lord Elrond as he watched Arwen and Legolas ride away.
To Be Continued...