Chapter Twelve: Pegasus
The two stared into each other's eyes, trying to size up the situation.
Legolas reached out his hand and was about to make contact when a yell froze him in his tracks.
"No!" A voice screamed, "Legolas! Do not move!"
The Prince froze, unsure of the meaning for Arcon was not threatening him with any weapon but only offering his hand as in tradition when two armies oppose each other in battle.
Varyar ran with all his spirit towards the pair and Arcon knew his mind.
"No!" Arcon screamed, "Do not throw away all we have worked for!" The mad Elf pulled the blade out from its hiding place.
Seeing his enemy's action, Legolas pulled out his twin dangers. The clang of the metals meeting echoed and all who stood there thinking themselves about to go to war could only stare in confusion. The events that played out in front of them made no sense.
"Let me pass!" Varyar yelled as he tried to cut through the crowd. "Let me through."
They parted for him. Varyar witnessed the duo fighting back and forth, Arcon desperate just to touch Legolas and break the skin. Only a small cut was necessary.
However, Legolas was holding his own against his enemy.
Desperate, Varyar finally reached the combatants and threw himself at Arcon.
"I knew you would betray me!" Arcon spat, "You are nothing now. Not a friend or advisor."
"I may be none of those things, but I will not be underhanded any longer. I will not be your pawn!" Varyar and Arcon held each other at bay.
Legolas knew he had to do something. He had to help!
Finding an opening, he launched himself at Arcon. The lunge was successful and his blade pierced his enemy through the stomach. Stunned, Arcon fell to his knees finding no strength any longer in his legs.
No words were spoken as the elf finally collapsed and died.
None were needed for all had revealed itself.
Varyar and Legolas peered at one another waiting for what would happen now.
"You may kill me if you wish." Varyar whispered to Legolas. After all he had done, that punishment would be light compared to what he felt he deserved.
The Prince stared at his would be opponent and looked at him with new eyes for facts had come into play that he could never had anticipated.
"No, for I cannot kill my own kin." Legolas said firmly and gave his friend a small smile.
Varyar looked up with shocked eyes. It was the first time Legolas had ever referred to him as family. His great weight had been lifted and the secret he had held in his heart since his mother's death was finally lifted.
Thranduil, the great King of Eryn Lasgalen sat with his two sons. They were together and peace was once more found in these great woods of the north. Varyar was accepted into the royal family, however by Varyar's will and many others, Legolas remained heir to the throne. Now the young Prince could rest easier, for if something were to happen to him in battle, he would have someone to take up his duties and put on his robes.
The murders of elves and men were stopped.
Harmony had returned to the lands of Gondor and Aragorn return to his kingdom to rule.
As for Eryn Lasgalen, there was one more adventure for the elves to face towards the setting sun in the west.
Fin
A/N: Thank you for all the reviews and encouragement. They really mean a lot.
I have a new story about Legolas' childhood in the dark of Mirkwood in the works and should be appearing on a screen near you shortly as keep an eye out.