Note: I have decided to make everybody happy in this story. This fic will
end before any A/L SLASH begins, and after Legolas and Aragorn are older
(but not LOTR older). But the sequels will show it blossoming into more.
Right now, they're a little too young for romance. None of these characters
belong to me! Enjoy. Takes place a few days later.
Mischief Makers
Part 3
Legolas and Aragorn snuck along the hall, heading towards the kitchen. They were silent, as only elves could be, as they walked, avoiding detection. The two young elves carried cloth sacks with them.
'We're going to be in big trouble if Lord Elrond finds out,' Legolas whispered softly in Elvish. 'Are you sure this is ok?'
Aragorn sighed. Why was the blonde elf such a worrier? 'Yes, Legolas. Don't worry so much; I do this all the time.'
The two entered the kitchen and quickly went to work, grabbing some soft fruit, a few eggs, and some not-too-hard vegetables. They stuffed the fruits and vegetables into their sacks, but took greater care with the eggs, wrapping them in clothes before gently placing them into smaller pouches which hung on their belts. Aragorn was much more enthusiastic about it than Legolas was. He looked over at the younger elf, who held an armful of tomatoes.
'Let's go,' Legolas pleaded, as he shoved them into his sack, and swung it over his shoulder. He looked around nervously, fearful that someone would come and see them.
Aragorn nodded. The two ran out of the kitchen, leaving behind a mess. Aragorn led the way to a secret exit out of Rivendell. Both he and Legolas quickly ran through it, and found themselves in the forest, carrying the bags of food.
Legolas questioned, 'Now what?'
'Follow me,' Aragorn instructed. Legolas did so, as Aragorn took him deep into the forest, to where his secret hideout was. Legolas was a tiny bit nervous about being so far from Rivendell, but he hid his fear. He didn't want Aragorn to think that he was a baby. But he was relieved when they finally stopped by a really tall tree.
'Here,' Aragorn said. He handed his bag to Legolas. 'Hand this to me when I get up in the tree.'
Legolas took the bag and watched Aragorn climb up into the tree. He obediently handed the bags to Aragorn, one at a time, and Aragorn stored them in the small fort he'd made.
'Come on up, Legolas,' Aragorn called softly.
Legolas began climbing the tree faster than Aragorn had, his Elven grace and agility aiding him. He reached Aragorn's side in no time at all.
Aragorn was faintly impressed. 'This is my fort, Legolas.' He gestured to the wooden sort-of treehouse, which had been built by his older foster brothers. It was just the right size for Aragorn and Legolas, for it was not very tall. Instead of being fastened to the tree, the treehouse was snug in its branches, and held together by small iron pins.
'Wow!' Legolas exclaimed softly, as he gazed around the treehouse.
Aragorn peered out of the window. 'They're coming! Quick, open your sack!'
Legolas hurriedly untied his sack, as Aragorn ripped his open. Elladan and Elrohir were walking along the road, and would very shortly pass under them. Aragorn grinned at Legolas, as each took a handful of ammunition.
'This'll teach them!' Aragorn crowed. His older brothers were always trying to act so superior, even though they weren't much older than him. He kept his sack next to him, so that he could grab food to throw quickly.
Legolas nodded slowly, as he positioned himself by another window. He wasn't so sure about this, but Aragorn had said that it was ok. His sack was also next to him.
'Now!' Aragorn shouted. Eggs and tomatoes splattered down on Elrohir and Elladan. The brothers cried out in shock, before looking at each other.
Fruit followed after that; soft peaches and grapes, with a few oranges.
'Cut it out!' Elladan cried. 'Aragorn! I'm telling father on you!' Aragorn took advantage of Elladan's open mouth to throw a grape in it.
Legolas let out a quiet laugh when he saw Elladan's reaction. Elrohir whirled around, trying to figure out where his younger foster brother was hiding. Then he remembered the tree house. 'Of course, Elladan! He's in the tree house!'
Legolas gulped. 'Uh oh,' he said, looking at Aragorn.
Aragorn turned slightly pale. 'Um… we'd better get out of here!' He quickly went over to the biggest window, and stepped through it. 'C'mon, Legolas! Before they catch us!'
Legolas followed Aragorn through the window, and across the tree tops. 'Wait up, Aragorn!' he cried. Aragorn was leaving him slightly behind. He yelped as someone caught his foot. Legolas twisted around, and saw that it was Elladan. Fear ceased him instantly as he squeaked.
Elladan gazed down at the small blond elf. 'You're not Aragorn. Who are you?' He scowled at the struggling elf.
"Did you catch him, Elladan?' Elrohir asked, as he came out on the branch as well.
Legolas began to twist and squirm in the older elf's grasp. 'Let me go!'
'Legolas!' Aragorn shouted. He headed back towards where he had last seen the younger elf.
Elladan changed his grip from Legolas's foot to his arms. 'Grab his feet, Elrohir, so we can get him out of this tree and find out what a strange elf is doing here. We may have to torture him for information.' Legolas started to cry as Elrohir grabbed his feet, and the two older elves carried him out of the tree.
Elrohir scowled at Elladan. 'You're scaring him, brother.' He let go of Legolas's feet, and placed a gentle hand on the young elf's shoulder.
Aragorn was angry when he saw Legolas crying. Elladan was yelling questions at the blond elf, was sobbing too hard to answer coherently. Elrohir was yelling back at Elladan for frightening the obviously young elf. Aragorn yelled, 'Leave him alone!' He jumped out of the tree, and raced over. 'Let him go, Elladan.'
Elladan turned at Aragorn's voice. 'Who is he, Aragorn?' Elladan demanded.
'He is Legolas, son of King Thranduil, ruler of Mirkwood. You'd better let him go before Elrond catches you bullying him,' Aragorn said.
Elrohir frowned at Aragorn, as he realized just how sticky the juice all over him was. 'You'd better have a good explanation for this, Estel.'
'Legolas is staying here for about six months, Elrohir. Lord Elrond and King Thranduil decided it," Aragorn told his foster brother.
'I see.' Elrohir looked at Elladan. 'Let the prince-ling go, Elladan.'
Elladan shoved Legolas away from him, scowling. 'Stay out of my way, child,' Elladan snarled. He didn't like being taken off guard by two younger elves. He also didn't like having food thrown at him, and getting all sticky.
Legolas sniffled. Aragorn put his hand on Legolas's shoulder. 'It's ok, Legolas. Elladan is just a big bully,' Aragorn said softly in Elvish.
Elladan flushed when he heard that. 'I didn't mean to make him cry, Aragorn,' he mumbled.
Elrohir chuckled softly. "We'd better return to Rivendell. All of us,' he said pointedly. 'Father is not going to like our appearance, Elladan.'
'Tis Aragorn's fault,' Elladan pointed out. 'So we'll just tell father the truth.'
'No, you won't,' Aragorn said, smirking. 'Unless you want me to tell father that you physically assaulted the youngest prince of Mirkwood, who is a guest in Rivendell.'
Legolas's eyes lit up with understanding. He was glad that he'd tucked a little something in his tunic pocket before he and Aragorn had left the kitchen.
Elladan sputtered. The severity of his crime outweighed what Aragorn had done. He growled and glared at his younger 'brother'. Elrohir hid a smile. Aragorn was a clever one, he thought fondly. They lagged behind silently.
Legolas and Aragorn took the lead, and Legolas shot Aragorn a shy grin, as he showed him what he had in his pocket. Aragorn's eyes widened, and he nodded to the silent question in Legolas's eyes. Legolas whirled suddenly and flung the tomato directly at Elladan.
It struck Elladan directly on the face. The elf roared and ran after the now giggling younger elves. Elrohir followed behind him quickly, to prevent Elladan from killing them.
Aragorn grabbed Legolas by the hand and cut through to his shortcut into Rivendell. Once inside the palace, they ran to their room and closed the door, locking it behind them.
Legolas and Aragorn exchanged looks.
'I was so… scared,' Legolas said, as he laughed.
'Well done,' Aragorn chuckled. 'I think you've learned something today, Legolas. Breaking rules can be fun.'
Legolas nodded shyly. 'I haven't had that much fun in years.' He bit his lower lip, still shaking with laughter. 'He looked really mad.'
Aragorn nodded with satisfaction. Legolas was finally starting to get over his shyness, Aragorn thought. Which was a good thing, considering what he planned to do to Elladan next.
He shared a grin with Legolas, who grinned back.
It was in that exact moment that they became friends.
To be continued
Mischief Makers
Part 3
Legolas and Aragorn snuck along the hall, heading towards the kitchen. They were silent, as only elves could be, as they walked, avoiding detection. The two young elves carried cloth sacks with them.
'We're going to be in big trouble if Lord Elrond finds out,' Legolas whispered softly in Elvish. 'Are you sure this is ok?'
Aragorn sighed. Why was the blonde elf such a worrier? 'Yes, Legolas. Don't worry so much; I do this all the time.'
The two entered the kitchen and quickly went to work, grabbing some soft fruit, a few eggs, and some not-too-hard vegetables. They stuffed the fruits and vegetables into their sacks, but took greater care with the eggs, wrapping them in clothes before gently placing them into smaller pouches which hung on their belts. Aragorn was much more enthusiastic about it than Legolas was. He looked over at the younger elf, who held an armful of tomatoes.
'Let's go,' Legolas pleaded, as he shoved them into his sack, and swung it over his shoulder. He looked around nervously, fearful that someone would come and see them.
Aragorn nodded. The two ran out of the kitchen, leaving behind a mess. Aragorn led the way to a secret exit out of Rivendell. Both he and Legolas quickly ran through it, and found themselves in the forest, carrying the bags of food.
Legolas questioned, 'Now what?'
'Follow me,' Aragorn instructed. Legolas did so, as Aragorn took him deep into the forest, to where his secret hideout was. Legolas was a tiny bit nervous about being so far from Rivendell, but he hid his fear. He didn't want Aragorn to think that he was a baby. But he was relieved when they finally stopped by a really tall tree.
'Here,' Aragorn said. He handed his bag to Legolas. 'Hand this to me when I get up in the tree.'
Legolas took the bag and watched Aragorn climb up into the tree. He obediently handed the bags to Aragorn, one at a time, and Aragorn stored them in the small fort he'd made.
'Come on up, Legolas,' Aragorn called softly.
Legolas began climbing the tree faster than Aragorn had, his Elven grace and agility aiding him. He reached Aragorn's side in no time at all.
Aragorn was faintly impressed. 'This is my fort, Legolas.' He gestured to the wooden sort-of treehouse, which had been built by his older foster brothers. It was just the right size for Aragorn and Legolas, for it was not very tall. Instead of being fastened to the tree, the treehouse was snug in its branches, and held together by small iron pins.
'Wow!' Legolas exclaimed softly, as he gazed around the treehouse.
Aragorn peered out of the window. 'They're coming! Quick, open your sack!'
Legolas hurriedly untied his sack, as Aragorn ripped his open. Elladan and Elrohir were walking along the road, and would very shortly pass under them. Aragorn grinned at Legolas, as each took a handful of ammunition.
'This'll teach them!' Aragorn crowed. His older brothers were always trying to act so superior, even though they weren't much older than him. He kept his sack next to him, so that he could grab food to throw quickly.
Legolas nodded slowly, as he positioned himself by another window. He wasn't so sure about this, but Aragorn had said that it was ok. His sack was also next to him.
'Now!' Aragorn shouted. Eggs and tomatoes splattered down on Elrohir and Elladan. The brothers cried out in shock, before looking at each other.
Fruit followed after that; soft peaches and grapes, with a few oranges.
'Cut it out!' Elladan cried. 'Aragorn! I'm telling father on you!' Aragorn took advantage of Elladan's open mouth to throw a grape in it.
Legolas let out a quiet laugh when he saw Elladan's reaction. Elrohir whirled around, trying to figure out where his younger foster brother was hiding. Then he remembered the tree house. 'Of course, Elladan! He's in the tree house!'
Legolas gulped. 'Uh oh,' he said, looking at Aragorn.
Aragorn turned slightly pale. 'Um… we'd better get out of here!' He quickly went over to the biggest window, and stepped through it. 'C'mon, Legolas! Before they catch us!'
Legolas followed Aragorn through the window, and across the tree tops. 'Wait up, Aragorn!' he cried. Aragorn was leaving him slightly behind. He yelped as someone caught his foot. Legolas twisted around, and saw that it was Elladan. Fear ceased him instantly as he squeaked.
Elladan gazed down at the small blond elf. 'You're not Aragorn. Who are you?' He scowled at the struggling elf.
"Did you catch him, Elladan?' Elrohir asked, as he came out on the branch as well.
Legolas began to twist and squirm in the older elf's grasp. 'Let me go!'
'Legolas!' Aragorn shouted. He headed back towards where he had last seen the younger elf.
Elladan changed his grip from Legolas's foot to his arms. 'Grab his feet, Elrohir, so we can get him out of this tree and find out what a strange elf is doing here. We may have to torture him for information.' Legolas started to cry as Elrohir grabbed his feet, and the two older elves carried him out of the tree.
Elrohir scowled at Elladan. 'You're scaring him, brother.' He let go of Legolas's feet, and placed a gentle hand on the young elf's shoulder.
Aragorn was angry when he saw Legolas crying. Elladan was yelling questions at the blond elf, was sobbing too hard to answer coherently. Elrohir was yelling back at Elladan for frightening the obviously young elf. Aragorn yelled, 'Leave him alone!' He jumped out of the tree, and raced over. 'Let him go, Elladan.'
Elladan turned at Aragorn's voice. 'Who is he, Aragorn?' Elladan demanded.
'He is Legolas, son of King Thranduil, ruler of Mirkwood. You'd better let him go before Elrond catches you bullying him,' Aragorn said.
Elrohir frowned at Aragorn, as he realized just how sticky the juice all over him was. 'You'd better have a good explanation for this, Estel.'
'Legolas is staying here for about six months, Elrohir. Lord Elrond and King Thranduil decided it," Aragorn told his foster brother.
'I see.' Elrohir looked at Elladan. 'Let the prince-ling go, Elladan.'
Elladan shoved Legolas away from him, scowling. 'Stay out of my way, child,' Elladan snarled. He didn't like being taken off guard by two younger elves. He also didn't like having food thrown at him, and getting all sticky.
Legolas sniffled. Aragorn put his hand on Legolas's shoulder. 'It's ok, Legolas. Elladan is just a big bully,' Aragorn said softly in Elvish.
Elladan flushed when he heard that. 'I didn't mean to make him cry, Aragorn,' he mumbled.
Elrohir chuckled softly. "We'd better return to Rivendell. All of us,' he said pointedly. 'Father is not going to like our appearance, Elladan.'
'Tis Aragorn's fault,' Elladan pointed out. 'So we'll just tell father the truth.'
'No, you won't,' Aragorn said, smirking. 'Unless you want me to tell father that you physically assaulted the youngest prince of Mirkwood, who is a guest in Rivendell.'
Legolas's eyes lit up with understanding. He was glad that he'd tucked a little something in his tunic pocket before he and Aragorn had left the kitchen.
Elladan sputtered. The severity of his crime outweighed what Aragorn had done. He growled and glared at his younger 'brother'. Elrohir hid a smile. Aragorn was a clever one, he thought fondly. They lagged behind silently.
Legolas and Aragorn took the lead, and Legolas shot Aragorn a shy grin, as he showed him what he had in his pocket. Aragorn's eyes widened, and he nodded to the silent question in Legolas's eyes. Legolas whirled suddenly and flung the tomato directly at Elladan.
It struck Elladan directly on the face. The elf roared and ran after the now giggling younger elves. Elrohir followed behind him quickly, to prevent Elladan from killing them.
Aragorn grabbed Legolas by the hand and cut through to his shortcut into Rivendell. Once inside the palace, they ran to their room and closed the door, locking it behind them.
Legolas and Aragorn exchanged looks.
'I was so… scared,' Legolas said, as he laughed.
'Well done,' Aragorn chuckled. 'I think you've learned something today, Legolas. Breaking rules can be fun.'
Legolas nodded shyly. 'I haven't had that much fun in years.' He bit his lower lip, still shaking with laughter. 'He looked really mad.'
Aragorn nodded with satisfaction. Legolas was finally starting to get over his shyness, Aragorn thought. Which was a good thing, considering what he planned to do to Elladan next.
He shared a grin with Legolas, who grinned back.
It was in that exact moment that they became friends.
To be continued