Note: All unknown characters are mine! The rest are J.R.R. Tolkien's
creation! Elvish speech is in ' '. This story is not factual from here on
out, if anything is known about Legolas's mother.
Questions, No Answers
Part 10
The small group of four entered Rivendell, laughing and talking with each other.
Falcon was being supported by both Melody (on his right) and Legolas (on his left), for using his magic twice within the same hour had taken its toll on him.
Aragorn walked next to Legolas.
He was pretty much back to normal, though both he and Melody had dirt over most of their bare skin. Their clothes were also in a sorry shape, having been ripped on the rocks as the two had been dragged through the water by the severe current.
On the way back, however, they had stopped by the place where Legolas and Falcon had fought over the dark figures, so they could retrieve what arrows were not broken.
Lord Elrond stood waiting for them in front of his castle, hiding his smile of triumph at the group of friends.
'I am glad to see that you are all safe,' he told them in Elvish. Elrond then turned to Melody and Aragorn. 'I insist that the two of you see the Healers and change clothes, before you do anything else. Some important guests have arrived.' His sharp eyes caught the look between each pair of lovers.
Melody and Aragorn reluctantly walked away, leaving Legolas and Falcon standing before Lord Elrond.
Legolas had Falcon's arm around his shoulders, as the other elf leaned on him for support.
Falcon sighed softly. 'And this is what comes of using magic too often, Legolas. I'm sorry,' he said quietly. 'Magic is very weakening.'
"Tis not your fault," Legolas protested.
Elrond looked at Falcon, concerned. 'You both should rest, for you look tired and weary. I have some business to attend to, but if you wouldn't mind helping Lord Falcon, Legolas…'
Legolas nodded. "I shall," he said quietly.
"I had clean clothes sent to both of your rooms, for my servants are doing the washing today," Elrond informed them. "Falcon has the room next to yours, Legolas."
Both thanked the Elven lord, and they set off together.
Legolas assisted Falcon to his room.
"Thank you," Falcon told him. "I shall wash my face before I rest, however."
"Tis I who should thank you," Legolas said seriously. "You saved Aragorn's life."
Falcon smiled. "I'm just glad that I could help him, Legolas. Aragorn is as noble as Melody claimed he was."
He sat on the bed, looked at Legolas and chuckled softly.
"What's so funny?" Legolas asked, puzzled.
Falcon reached out and gently removed a twig from the other elf's hair. He held it up.
"I suppose I have a few of those as well," Falcon murmured. "I shall have to wash my hair."
"And I mine. I will see you later, then, if you're sure you can manage," Legolas said.
Falcon nodded. "I'll be better once I get some rest. Magic is draining in its own way."
Legolas bid him farewell, before he left the room.
He headed towards the room he shared with Aragorn, knowing that his lover was probably still at the Healers.
Both blonde elves had similar thoughts running through their minds, as they each took a bath and cleansed themselves all over.
Why do we look so much alike, Falcon wondered. I feel as if I've known him for a very long time. I don't understand this at all.
He immersed himself in the water, using soap to wash away the dirt and grime. Falcon then started on his dirty, tangled hair. It took him quite a while, for he was very tired.
Legolas let the warm water sluice over him, soothing away his muscle pains. He had unbraided his hair, and it hung out freely.
Why do I have the feeling I've met Falcon before, he mused. It was disconcerting to him. We are so much alike, even personality wise. The only physical difference that is known so far are our eyes, and the fact that I wear braids, while he does not. And Falcon possesses magic, which I do not.
Legolas sighed and began to clean himself all over, in case Aragorn arrived soon.
Falcon finishing scrubbing his hair, and ducked his head under to rinse it off. He then stepped out of the bathing pool, and put on the dressing robe.
He wearily walked over to his bed again, and used some of the cloths on the chair to dry himself off, before he turned to the clothes Lord Elrond had placed in his room.
The blue shirt and yellow tunic went on first, as Falcon slowly dressed. He pulled on the dark green leggings before he sank onto the bed.
Falcon was too exhausted to worry about his hair.
Therefore, his Elvish senses did not pick up the shadowy figures that were converging on his location.
Little did Legolas know as he dressed that he was wearing the exact same clothes.
He had just finishing combing his hair and re-braiding it when he heard a muffled cry.
It came from the room next door.
Falcon was so weak right now, that he knew he would be lucky if he got out of this alive.
The shadowy figures had him pinned down on his bed.
"Are you the Lord of the Misty Forest?" one hissed, brandishing its claw.
Falcon remained silent, so the creature sliced deeply across his face.
It knew that if he was the lord they sought, the wound would start to heal.
It did, and the creatures hissed in pleasure.
Falcon cursed softly in Elvish as two creatures each grabbed a hold of his wrists and hauled him to his feet.
"Where are you taking me?" he questioned.
They didn't answer.
Legolas burst in the room with his sword drawn.
Falcon was relieved to see the blonde archer. "Legolas!" he shouted.
Legolas ran over and began attacking the creatures, who let go of the lord.
Falcon fell to the ground and could only watch as Legolas fended the creatures off by himself.
Lord Elrond ran in, along with King Thranduil.
The two aided Legolas, as they drove the figures away.
One paused and glared directly at Falcon
"We will have you, Lord of the Forest, sooner or later. You know what we want," it hissed, before it fled.
King Thranduil walked over to the fallen figure, and offered him a hand.
Falcon took it gratefully, and the Elven king pulled the younger elf to his feet.
Thranduil froze in shock as he took a good look at Falcon.
"Legolas?" he questioned.
Falcon shook his head. "Thank you for saving me, Lord Elrond, Prince Legolas, and…" He looked at the elf who stood before him. "I have not made your acquaintance, but I thank you as well."
"You're welcome," King Thranduil said slowly.
Part of him was wondering, could it be? Could he have returned after so long?
Legolas was surprised by his father's reaction. He hid it, however, when he saw the gash across Falcon's face. "You are injured," Legolas said.
"Tis nothing," Falcon told him. "It will heal in a few moments."
Thranduil, Legolas, and Elrond watched as it truly did fade and heal over.
"Impressive," Elrond said. "But I do not believe that you should stay in here tonight. Why are those beings after you?"
Falcon's face became impassive. "I do not wish to insult you, Lord Elrond, but tis a private matter."
Legolas frowned, as did the older elves.
Thranduil asked thoughtfully, "Why did they call you the 'Lord of the Forest'?"
"Because that is who I am," Falcon answered, knowing it was not a true answer. He just did not wish to endanger anyone else with the secret he was burdened with.
Elrond told the others that he needed to finish his business meeting, and walked off.
He had not anticipated that those creatures would be after the younger elf. Elrond was at a loss as to why they were chasing after Falcon. It was obvious that the 'true' youngest son of Thranduil was a secret keeper, just like his twin.
To be continued
Questions, No Answers
Part 10
The small group of four entered Rivendell, laughing and talking with each other.
Falcon was being supported by both Melody (on his right) and Legolas (on his left), for using his magic twice within the same hour had taken its toll on him.
Aragorn walked next to Legolas.
He was pretty much back to normal, though both he and Melody had dirt over most of their bare skin. Their clothes were also in a sorry shape, having been ripped on the rocks as the two had been dragged through the water by the severe current.
On the way back, however, they had stopped by the place where Legolas and Falcon had fought over the dark figures, so they could retrieve what arrows were not broken.
Lord Elrond stood waiting for them in front of his castle, hiding his smile of triumph at the group of friends.
'I am glad to see that you are all safe,' he told them in Elvish. Elrond then turned to Melody and Aragorn. 'I insist that the two of you see the Healers and change clothes, before you do anything else. Some important guests have arrived.' His sharp eyes caught the look between each pair of lovers.
Melody and Aragorn reluctantly walked away, leaving Legolas and Falcon standing before Lord Elrond.
Legolas had Falcon's arm around his shoulders, as the other elf leaned on him for support.
Falcon sighed softly. 'And this is what comes of using magic too often, Legolas. I'm sorry,' he said quietly. 'Magic is very weakening.'
"Tis not your fault," Legolas protested.
Elrond looked at Falcon, concerned. 'You both should rest, for you look tired and weary. I have some business to attend to, but if you wouldn't mind helping Lord Falcon, Legolas…'
Legolas nodded. "I shall," he said quietly.
"I had clean clothes sent to both of your rooms, for my servants are doing the washing today," Elrond informed them. "Falcon has the room next to yours, Legolas."
Both thanked the Elven lord, and they set off together.
Legolas assisted Falcon to his room.
"Thank you," Falcon told him. "I shall wash my face before I rest, however."
"Tis I who should thank you," Legolas said seriously. "You saved Aragorn's life."
Falcon smiled. "I'm just glad that I could help him, Legolas. Aragorn is as noble as Melody claimed he was."
He sat on the bed, looked at Legolas and chuckled softly.
"What's so funny?" Legolas asked, puzzled.
Falcon reached out and gently removed a twig from the other elf's hair. He held it up.
"I suppose I have a few of those as well," Falcon murmured. "I shall have to wash my hair."
"And I mine. I will see you later, then, if you're sure you can manage," Legolas said.
Falcon nodded. "I'll be better once I get some rest. Magic is draining in its own way."
Legolas bid him farewell, before he left the room.
He headed towards the room he shared with Aragorn, knowing that his lover was probably still at the Healers.
Both blonde elves had similar thoughts running through their minds, as they each took a bath and cleansed themselves all over.
Why do we look so much alike, Falcon wondered. I feel as if I've known him for a very long time. I don't understand this at all.
He immersed himself in the water, using soap to wash away the dirt and grime. Falcon then started on his dirty, tangled hair. It took him quite a while, for he was very tired.
Legolas let the warm water sluice over him, soothing away his muscle pains. He had unbraided his hair, and it hung out freely.
Why do I have the feeling I've met Falcon before, he mused. It was disconcerting to him. We are so much alike, even personality wise. The only physical difference that is known so far are our eyes, and the fact that I wear braids, while he does not. And Falcon possesses magic, which I do not.
Legolas sighed and began to clean himself all over, in case Aragorn arrived soon.
Falcon finishing scrubbing his hair, and ducked his head under to rinse it off. He then stepped out of the bathing pool, and put on the dressing robe.
He wearily walked over to his bed again, and used some of the cloths on the chair to dry himself off, before he turned to the clothes Lord Elrond had placed in his room.
The blue shirt and yellow tunic went on first, as Falcon slowly dressed. He pulled on the dark green leggings before he sank onto the bed.
Falcon was too exhausted to worry about his hair.
Therefore, his Elvish senses did not pick up the shadowy figures that were converging on his location.
Little did Legolas know as he dressed that he was wearing the exact same clothes.
He had just finishing combing his hair and re-braiding it when he heard a muffled cry.
It came from the room next door.
Falcon was so weak right now, that he knew he would be lucky if he got out of this alive.
The shadowy figures had him pinned down on his bed.
"Are you the Lord of the Misty Forest?" one hissed, brandishing its claw.
Falcon remained silent, so the creature sliced deeply across his face.
It knew that if he was the lord they sought, the wound would start to heal.
It did, and the creatures hissed in pleasure.
Falcon cursed softly in Elvish as two creatures each grabbed a hold of his wrists and hauled him to his feet.
"Where are you taking me?" he questioned.
They didn't answer.
Legolas burst in the room with his sword drawn.
Falcon was relieved to see the blonde archer. "Legolas!" he shouted.
Legolas ran over and began attacking the creatures, who let go of the lord.
Falcon fell to the ground and could only watch as Legolas fended the creatures off by himself.
Lord Elrond ran in, along with King Thranduil.
The two aided Legolas, as they drove the figures away.
One paused and glared directly at Falcon
"We will have you, Lord of the Forest, sooner or later. You know what we want," it hissed, before it fled.
King Thranduil walked over to the fallen figure, and offered him a hand.
Falcon took it gratefully, and the Elven king pulled the younger elf to his feet.
Thranduil froze in shock as he took a good look at Falcon.
"Legolas?" he questioned.
Falcon shook his head. "Thank you for saving me, Lord Elrond, Prince Legolas, and…" He looked at the elf who stood before him. "I have not made your acquaintance, but I thank you as well."
"You're welcome," King Thranduil said slowly.
Part of him was wondering, could it be? Could he have returned after so long?
Legolas was surprised by his father's reaction. He hid it, however, when he saw the gash across Falcon's face. "You are injured," Legolas said.
"Tis nothing," Falcon told him. "It will heal in a few moments."
Thranduil, Legolas, and Elrond watched as it truly did fade and heal over.
"Impressive," Elrond said. "But I do not believe that you should stay in here tonight. Why are those beings after you?"
Falcon's face became impassive. "I do not wish to insult you, Lord Elrond, but tis a private matter."
Legolas frowned, as did the older elves.
Thranduil asked thoughtfully, "Why did they call you the 'Lord of the Forest'?"
"Because that is who I am," Falcon answered, knowing it was not a true answer. He just did not wish to endanger anyone else with the secret he was burdened with.
Elrond told the others that he needed to finish his business meeting, and walked off.
He had not anticipated that those creatures would be after the younger elf. Elrond was at a loss as to why they were chasing after Falcon. It was obvious that the 'true' youngest son of Thranduil was a secret keeper, just like his twin.
To be continued