A Life Worth Living
"Remembering"
A/N: Wow......it's been a long time!!!!! I haven't updated in forever!!!! I'm so sorry!!! Schools been a big pain, homework every night.....you all know the routine. Any ways...I hope to get updating faster, and I'm sorry you've all had to wait so long!! This story is OOC, and no matter what you all think, no slash what so ever... I want to thank all of you who have reviewed, and not just this story! Thank you so much!! Now....please enjoy chapter two, and remember, life is always worth living....
Disclaimer: I have no ownership over LOTR....It's so sad......really it is.......
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"Legolas?" he asked me.
"Yes Aragorn?" I had been on my way to the stables to fetch my horse Thalion, for I was to be leaving Rivendell in less than an hour.
"Would you mind a companion?" he asked.
"Why would I need one my friend?" I knew where this was going. Aragorn was my best friend, more like a brother really, the truth was I didn't want him to come with me. He didn't need to know why I was going home after all these years. I didn't want him to learn about my past...
"Well, I'm going with you," he answered, not really answering my question.
"I'm leaving soon Aragorn, and your not even ready," I argued, even though I knew was stupid and pointless.
"That's where your wrong Legolas. I packed last night, and my horse is ready to go."
"You are too stubborn my friend," I said as I led my horse from his stall, Aragorn doing the same. "I never said you could accompany me, I'm going to Mirkwood alone."
"Of course you are Legolas, and I'm coming with you."
"Ah Aragorn, what am I to do with you?" Aragorn just grinned and followed me out of the stables.
*Later that day*
We had set off before the sun reached its highest peak, and were well on our way. We rode for what seemed like years, and with each stride of our horses, my stomach lurched, knowing that in a few days time, I'd be home. And being home ment facing my father...
We argued about which path to take, childish really, but I didn't care. I wanted to just cut through the High Pass, but Aragorn wanted to go south and over Caradhras.... something to do with seeing Arwen in Lothlorien....It's amazing what love does to your head...
"Why do you want to go through the High Pass?" he asked me.
"The sooner we get there, the sooner we can leave!" I replied, starting to get annoyed, "We can go visit Arwen afterwards." Eventually, I won, and we decided to make a day of climbing the next day, so we made camp that night. We camped under the shelter of the trees, and watched the stars till late in the evening...
"Legolas, how long has it been since you've been home?" Aragorn asked. He was laying on his cloak, next to the dying fire, obviously on the verge of sleeping. I was up in the trees, against the trunk of a large oak, staring into the darkness.
"A long time my friend," was all I said, but Aragorn was already asleep, "a very long time."
*FLASHBACK*
"Helliun, you must be the worst archer I've ever seen," I laughed at my friend, as he missed yet another target. We were at the edge of some secluded trees, shooting at targets we had built. Helliun was my best friend as a child. He was an inch taller than me, and had brown hair instead of the natural golden blond of the Mirkwood kin. His mother had been from Rivendell, and had met his father at one of Elronds many celebrations.
"At least I don't have air for brains," he replied jokingly. He and I had always joked around about how he was never a good fighter, and that I never remembered what day of week it was. Helliun had always been a discoverer, and I had always been the archer. It's how it always was, and how it always would be...or so we thought...
"So, is that what you really think of me?" I asked sarcastically. He never got to finish.
"LEGOLAS! LEGOLAS YOU COME HERE THIS INSTANT!" we heard my father bellow. This wasn't good....This was not good.
"Helliun, run, get out of here!" I yelled at him. I didn't want him getting hurt.
"Legolas, what is going on?" he asked me in total confusion.
"I can't explain! Just go....NOW!!!!" He hesitated, but eventually he ran off, deeper into the woods. I was about to run as well, but never got the chance.
"Don't you dare think of running away! You will pay for what you've done!" He yelled. I was confused....I hadn't done anything. Unless....
"Father! I didn't..." But I was cut off, because I was then pinned against a tree, by the throat.
"Do not lie to me! I am the king!! You've disobeyed me! You must be punished!" he said, as I was punched in the stomach.
"Ada! Please...I didn't do anything!" I cried.
"Really? Then where did all of this come from?" he asked as he pulled out a bag of afalas, and other medicine from his robe. It was the medicine I had hidden.
"Isil gave it to me!" I answered quickly. Big mistake. Isil was a healer in my father's palace, and definitely the most beautiful, and I visited her often. I helped her mix medicines and things.
"Well it just so happens I visited ever healer in my palace, and none, not even Isil, had given you any medicine of the sort!" His eyes were red, and bloodshot. He had been drinking again, and he was as mad as ever.
"I...WILL...NOT...HAVE...A....THIEF....AS....A....SON!!" he screamed, hitting me aside the head between each word.
"ADA! I'm sorry!" I cried, tears now flowing, and mixing with the blood on my face.
"SO YOU ADMIT IT!?" he roared, throwing me hard against the ground. I just laid there, hoping he'd leave me, hoping that he'd had enough, but he wasn't done.
"GET UP! GET UP YOU PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A SON! GET UP!!!" he yelled at me, kicking me in the ribs, breaking at least 3 of them.
After trying for what seemed to be hours, I got up, clutching my side, and faced my father. Anger, hatred, sadness, and pity filled my entire body. There was nothing I could do against him. He was bigger, and stronger, but my pride kept me there, staring at him. I stared right in his eyes, glaring the whole time...
"You know what ada?" I sneered, a small trickle of blood fell from the corner of my lips, "as far as I am concerned, your highness, you are not my father...and I am NOT your son." And I ran as best as I could into the forest, leaving my father there to ponder my last words to him, and have not been back since...
*END FLASHBACK*
A/N: So......what did you think? Did you like it? Was it stupid? Let me know!! Review!!!!! Thanks so much!!!
"Remembering"
A/N: Wow......it's been a long time!!!!! I haven't updated in forever!!!! I'm so sorry!!! Schools been a big pain, homework every night.....you all know the routine. Any ways...I hope to get updating faster, and I'm sorry you've all had to wait so long!! This story is OOC, and no matter what you all think, no slash what so ever... I want to thank all of you who have reviewed, and not just this story! Thank you so much!! Now....please enjoy chapter two, and remember, life is always worth living....
Disclaimer: I have no ownership over LOTR....It's so sad......really it is.......
~*~
"Legolas?" he asked me.
"Yes Aragorn?" I had been on my way to the stables to fetch my horse Thalion, for I was to be leaving Rivendell in less than an hour.
"Would you mind a companion?" he asked.
"Why would I need one my friend?" I knew where this was going. Aragorn was my best friend, more like a brother really, the truth was I didn't want him to come with me. He didn't need to know why I was going home after all these years. I didn't want him to learn about my past...
"Well, I'm going with you," he answered, not really answering my question.
"I'm leaving soon Aragorn, and your not even ready," I argued, even though I knew was stupid and pointless.
"That's where your wrong Legolas. I packed last night, and my horse is ready to go."
"You are too stubborn my friend," I said as I led my horse from his stall, Aragorn doing the same. "I never said you could accompany me, I'm going to Mirkwood alone."
"Of course you are Legolas, and I'm coming with you."
"Ah Aragorn, what am I to do with you?" Aragorn just grinned and followed me out of the stables.
*Later that day*
We had set off before the sun reached its highest peak, and were well on our way. We rode for what seemed like years, and with each stride of our horses, my stomach lurched, knowing that in a few days time, I'd be home. And being home ment facing my father...
We argued about which path to take, childish really, but I didn't care. I wanted to just cut through the High Pass, but Aragorn wanted to go south and over Caradhras.... something to do with seeing Arwen in Lothlorien....It's amazing what love does to your head...
"Why do you want to go through the High Pass?" he asked me.
"The sooner we get there, the sooner we can leave!" I replied, starting to get annoyed, "We can go visit Arwen afterwards." Eventually, I won, and we decided to make a day of climbing the next day, so we made camp that night. We camped under the shelter of the trees, and watched the stars till late in the evening...
"Legolas, how long has it been since you've been home?" Aragorn asked. He was laying on his cloak, next to the dying fire, obviously on the verge of sleeping. I was up in the trees, against the trunk of a large oak, staring into the darkness.
"A long time my friend," was all I said, but Aragorn was already asleep, "a very long time."
*FLASHBACK*
"Helliun, you must be the worst archer I've ever seen," I laughed at my friend, as he missed yet another target. We were at the edge of some secluded trees, shooting at targets we had built. Helliun was my best friend as a child. He was an inch taller than me, and had brown hair instead of the natural golden blond of the Mirkwood kin. His mother had been from Rivendell, and had met his father at one of Elronds many celebrations.
"At least I don't have air for brains," he replied jokingly. He and I had always joked around about how he was never a good fighter, and that I never remembered what day of week it was. Helliun had always been a discoverer, and I had always been the archer. It's how it always was, and how it always would be...or so we thought...
"So, is that what you really think of me?" I asked sarcastically. He never got to finish.
"LEGOLAS! LEGOLAS YOU COME HERE THIS INSTANT!" we heard my father bellow. This wasn't good....This was not good.
"Helliun, run, get out of here!" I yelled at him. I didn't want him getting hurt.
"Legolas, what is going on?" he asked me in total confusion.
"I can't explain! Just go....NOW!!!!" He hesitated, but eventually he ran off, deeper into the woods. I was about to run as well, but never got the chance.
"Don't you dare think of running away! You will pay for what you've done!" He yelled. I was confused....I hadn't done anything. Unless....
"Father! I didn't..." But I was cut off, because I was then pinned against a tree, by the throat.
"Do not lie to me! I am the king!! You've disobeyed me! You must be punished!" he said, as I was punched in the stomach.
"Ada! Please...I didn't do anything!" I cried.
"Really? Then where did all of this come from?" he asked as he pulled out a bag of afalas, and other medicine from his robe. It was the medicine I had hidden.
"Isil gave it to me!" I answered quickly. Big mistake. Isil was a healer in my father's palace, and definitely the most beautiful, and I visited her often. I helped her mix medicines and things.
"Well it just so happens I visited ever healer in my palace, and none, not even Isil, had given you any medicine of the sort!" His eyes were red, and bloodshot. He had been drinking again, and he was as mad as ever.
"I...WILL...NOT...HAVE...A....THIEF....AS....A....SON!!" he screamed, hitting me aside the head between each word.
"ADA! I'm sorry!" I cried, tears now flowing, and mixing with the blood on my face.
"SO YOU ADMIT IT!?" he roared, throwing me hard against the ground. I just laid there, hoping he'd leave me, hoping that he'd had enough, but he wasn't done.
"GET UP! GET UP YOU PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A SON! GET UP!!!" he yelled at me, kicking me in the ribs, breaking at least 3 of them.
After trying for what seemed to be hours, I got up, clutching my side, and faced my father. Anger, hatred, sadness, and pity filled my entire body. There was nothing I could do against him. He was bigger, and stronger, but my pride kept me there, staring at him. I stared right in his eyes, glaring the whole time...
"You know what ada?" I sneered, a small trickle of blood fell from the corner of my lips, "as far as I am concerned, your highness, you are not my father...and I am NOT your son." And I ran as best as I could into the forest, leaving my father there to ponder my last words to him, and have not been back since...
*END FLASHBACK*
A/N: So......what did you think? Did you like it? Was it stupid? Let me know!! Review!!!!! Thanks so much!!!