Malthenpeg
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Author's Notes: I'm going to be taking some general
liberties (and a few major ones) on LotR as this goes along. The
characters, at least their appearances, are based more upon the movie than
the books.
Hope you like it!
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Two
Legolas pulled free from Aragorn's grip with a wrenching
twist. He stepped back a few paces to stare at his human friend, ignoring
the sun full in his face. The ranger noticed for the first time that the
elf's pupils closed to a sharp slits.
"Legolas... why?" Aragorn asked, this time softer. The
elf turned his face away from him, focusing on a patch of grass near his
foot. Aragorn's fingers grasping his face, his chin, forced him to look up,
"Why would you do this to yourself?" Legolas wrested away again, turning
his back on his friend. Aragorn's eyes trailed up and down his back, at first
staring only at the pattern of marks spread across it, and then at the body
they adorned. Lean muscles twitched beneath the spotted skin, and he wished
he had taken a moment to savor the feel of that silky flesh beneath his
fingertips, "Why?"
Slumping shoulders accompanied a heavy sigh. Legolas
turned a little, a look of wildness in his eyes the likes of which Aragorn
had never seen in a wood-elf. Not dangerous, just completely and totally
wild.
"You would not understand..."
How could he hope to explain to Aragorn his actions?
He could not even come to admit to and explain his breaking of the rule to
any of his own kin.
He remembered reading about the Rite of Tad'ail in his
studies of the Old Magic, spells known only to the Elves and the Istari.
He read of it, and found it fascinating. A Rite, when evoked, that would
endow one with the form of an animal. How wonderful, he thought, to take
the form of a great bird of prey. He had always been fascinated with
flight...
Going to Tiriel, his closest friend and mentor, with
questions had proved a mistake. The older elf just stared at him as if he
were daft, then dragged him before his father and bade him ask the same
questions. He did, and the look on Thranduil's face was stormy; he dismissed
Legolas' friend and asked his son to sit. The prince obeyed, curious as to
what trouble his inquisitiveness had stirred up now.
"Legolas, why do you want to know about this ritual?
What interest do you have in it?"
"Just curious, father." He was still young, barely out
of his long childhood, and everything was of interest to him. The lord of
Mirkwood acknowledged this, and tried to keep his annoyance to a
minimum.
"It is forbidden to practice. That is all you need to
know."
"Why?"
The single most dreaded word in Mirkwood since Legolas
had learned to talk. His favorite word. The prince questioned everything,
less now that he was of some age, but as an elfling, ah! Dodging the young
prince had become a sport among the court scholars. This was a question that
could not be avoided, the king knew this. Ignoring it could only lead to
disaster. He sighed deeply and began to speak with the gravity of
providence.
"The Rite of Tad'ail is a guarded secret in the knowledge
of performing it. You should never have come across it. I shall speak to
Tiriel about being more vigilant in his monitoring your studies in the library.
And I shall reprimand you right now of searching where you should not. In
order to discover the scroll containing that particular magic, you must have
exerted considerable effort."
Legolas looked away from his father, knowing that the
king knew his youngest son too well for him to even attempt to make an excuse.
Indeed, the prince had carefully watched and waited until Tiriel's guard
was down before slinking over to the room containing books and scroll cases
he, as well as virtually all others, was forbidden to touch. He then proceeded
to hunt for whatever deep secrets the room hid. He had been an idiot to run
to Tiriel with the scroll, asking about it, when he was not supposed to be
in the room in the first place, but such is the foolishness of excited
youth.
"I'll have to have that room warded if you cannot learn
to keep your prying fingers from where they don't belong. Until then, I warn
you against thinking farther on the Rite. It has caused enough pain in this
House."
Legolas burned to know what was meant by his father's
statement, but chose wisely not to ask. The king had great love for his youngest,
but waning patience. He'd been getting into trouble more and more often;
nothing major except for one small skirmish with a single orc that scared
the skin off the young elf, but enough to intensify the glare of the ancient
lord upon his son.
He was dismissed, and Tiriel called before the king.
Though he had been cautioned, and he knew whatever his father had to say
to his friend and teacher would ensure the end of his snooping, he could
not put the idea of becoming a bird and gaining the gift of flight from his
mind....
