Chapter One: Only Mirkwood

Rating: T

Summary: Bilbo and his friend Gandalf are concerned for Frodo. Obviously staying in the Shire drowned him in his angst and depression. Sending him from the Shire seems to be their best option.

Warnings: Slash, BoyxBoy, YAOI, FrodoLegolas, Fregolas

Disclaimer: J. R. R. Tolkien owns LotR; I own Hallaer and THIS plot line, dolls.

Author: .Planned

Update Date: 02/04/09

Story Title: In the Arms of an Angel

Originally: Only One –in the rough draft-

Legolas nodded absently as his father chattered away about the next heir to the throne being Legolas' son. Legolas, by all means, has never intended on having children. He just didn't find people that attractive. No one ever caught his attention. Lady Arwen Undomiel had for a brief moment until he'd discovered she was in love and they were somehow related. And, to make matters worse, Lady Arwen was the lover of Estel. When Legolas discovered this, he was sick. He had even briefly thought about his best friend's woman. Disgusting.

So, here he was, nodding to his father's words. He tuned in towards the end of Thranduil's lecture.

"-an heir you must bring to me! I care not if you marry a male or female, but you promise me an heir!" he was proclaiming. Legolas' insides churned. DAMN! He'd just promised to find himself a mate and give his father a grandson! ~Nice job, ~ he mentally mocked himself. He pulled out a grin for his father.

"Of course, Adar," he said softly. Thranduil nodded his satisfactory. Of course. The King of Mirkwood then shooed Legolas off, saying the Princeling needed to pack and ready his horse if he was to get to Rivendell in three days' time.

Legolas nodded and walked to the stables, pondering his father's words. 'Male or female,' he'd said. Well, at least he did not automatically assume his son was straight. This left Legolas to ponder. Was he straight? After a moment of thought he concluded that, no, he was not straight, for he'd caught himself checking out Estel on a number of occasions. Hopefully, Estel had not noticed it, or passed it off as Elvish scrutiny.

~Oh yes, ~ thought Legolas as he readied his horse. ~A lover. How fun and… Oh, I'm going to hate this, am I not? ~

Legolas jumped onto his horse. He needed no clothing, as he had resided in Rivendell a fair number of times and had left clothes there for his follow up trips. This time, he could only hope, would be the last of its kind: A search for a lover. Sighing, he urged his horse to run quickly out of Mirkwood. He paid his people no mind as his horse galloped from the city. Faster, faster, faster. He nudged the horse's sides and did not stop his running until he could no longer see his home. He gently petted his horse and told the boy nice things about how good he ran from Mirkwood. He nudged its sides again and the horse began to trot towards Rivendell.

"Legolas!" Thranduil boomed. Legolas recoiled. He knew what was coming. Another Lecture.

"Adar," Legolas greeted.

"How've you been doing with… You know," Thranduil said. Legolas turned a bored gaze on the man.

"I do not care to find myself a lover, Adar. I am perfectly fine how I am. Alone and single."

This, of course, did not settle well with Thranduil. Of course not. He only wanted his son to give him a grandson. No big deal, right? WRONG! "Legolas, Ion, please do not be like this or I shall be forced to take measures into my own hands!" Legolas' eyes narrowed into slits. Of course, it would be so like Thranduil to interfere with his sons' lives. He would in the end and Legolas sensed he already had. There was no use arguing. Thranduil would get his way in the end. As always and the result of this would be Legolas wedded to some fool who was in love with him but he could not care less about said spouse.

"You already have, I presume, Adar," Legolas replied coolly.

Thranduil narrowed his eyes this time. Through gritted teeth, the silver haired king replied, "Yes, Ion, I have. I have arranged for you to stay in Rivendell for a while until you find a lover!"

Legolas seethed. That was really all he could do. He really could do nothing else without hurting his father. Besides, why would Thranduil be giving him a choice if he had already made plans? To piss him off, and it had worked, quite obviously, actually. He had made the plans to ensure HIS ideas were reached. He did not care for Legolas' feelings but instead proceeded based on his own feelings. Well, damn him to Mordor and back! Maybe then he would be more considerate!!!

"Then why bother asking?" spat Legolas. And with those words, Thranduil proceeded into a lecture. The very same lecture Legolas had foreseen and decided to tune out.