Note: All unknown characters are mine! Elvish speech is in ` '! Slash between Legolas/Aragorn. Rated R for minor violence and mentioned rape.
Infighting
Part 13
Seiren awoke to the sounds of a fight between Legolas and Aragorn. He feigned sleep, as he flicked his eyes around the cave, until they came to rest on the two figures glaring at each other.
`We should go after Motarasu!' Legolas shouted angrily in Elvish.
Aragorn make a scoffing sound. `Seiren is not ready to face him again, Legolas. And we should let our friends know that we are all right,' the human said pointedly.
`We don't have time, for right now Motarasu and his minions have suffered a major setback. We can defeat them now,' the blond elf snapped.
`And what of Seiren?' Aragorn questioned softly. `Do you honestly think he could bear seeing Motarasu again so soon?'
Legolas scowled, knowing that Aragorn had a point. `My father has a saying, Aragorn: "If you fall off of a horse, you should get right back on, lest you become scared." Seiren will be fine!'
`No thanks to you!' Aragorn knew he'd struck a nerve, but he was too angry to care. `With you gallivanting off to confront Motarasu, how could you possibly help him?'
Seiren stood slowly, and whispered, `Stop it.' He hated this, that they were fighting over him. Neither Aragorn or Legolas heard him, as they continued.
`Should I be worried that you and Seiren might get together?' Legolas hissed. He didn't know what was wrong with him. Ever since he'd lashed out at Motarasu like that, he'd become angry and more quick to act than think.
Seiren turned pale. He'd never thought of Aragorn like that, and judging from the look on the king of Gondor's face, neither had he. The red-haired elf silently slipped towards the entrance, and paused to look back.
`Are you out of your mind, Legolas?' Aragorn asked incredulously. `What's wrong with you?'
`Stop it, stop it, stop it!' Seiren shouted, his voice growing louder each time, as blue light enveloped him.
Legolas and Aragorn turned as one to look at the elf, who stood there, an expression of tremendous sadness and pain on his face.
`Seiren,' Legolas gasped. He turned pale, as did Aragorn.
`The last thing I meant to do is make the two of you fight,' Seiren whispered sadly. `I'll go back to Rivendell by myself, so that you will be happy again, Legolas. Do not worry about me, for I shall be all right.' The elf felt a tear running down his face, before he turned and ran out of the cave, leaving Saeru behind for the two lovers to ride.
Aragorn and Legolas shot each other a `Look what you've done now!' glare.
`We have to find him,' Aragorn said, waiting to see what Legolas would say.
Legolas nodded silently. `God, he must have heard everything I said,' the blond elf said hoarsely, as he followed his best friend. Aragorn was right behind him, but paused when he saw the Elvish horse.
`Let's take Saeru, Legolas,' Aragorn told the elf.
`Good idea.' The two vaulted onto Saeru, with Legolas behind Aragorn. He clung tightly to his lover's waist, as they rode after Seiren.
Seiren tore through the bushes, and heard the sounds of the Elvish horse behind him. The elf stood out in his light blue outfit, as he continued walking.
`Seiren, I'm sorry,' Legolas whispered. Seiren didn't even look at his best friend.
Aragorn said, `We both are.' Amethyst eyes met his grey ones.
`I don't want to cause any more problems,' Seiren softly murmured.
`You have never caused any problems, my friend,' Legolas said honestly. `And I made you a promise. You won't go through this alone, Seiren.'
A smile hesitantly lit up Seiren's face. `Are you certain of that, Legolas? I seem to recall knocking you out once when you wished to fight,' the elf said quietly.
`I remember,' Legolas muttered. `But your heart was in the right place. Come, my friend. We will go to Rivendell together.'
`There is only one horse,' Seiren pointed out.
`And elves are light,' Aragorn interjected. `Climb on.'
Seiren was taken aback, before he slowly climbed on behind Legolas, and held his best friend tightly. Once he had a firm grasp, Aragorn signaled the Elven stallion to gallop towards Rivendell.
A blue light flickered around them, much to Aragorn's surprise. He looked over his shoulder and saw that Seiren was murmuring something in Elvish, as his light flowed around him.
`What's he doing, Legolas?' the human questioned.
Legolas shot him a merry grin. `Speeding up the journey, my love. We'll reach Rivendell in not time, now.' He gently pressed his face against his lover's back, as he remembered the hurtful things he'd said. `Forgive me, Estel,' he whispered in the human's ear. `I don't know what came over me.'
Aragorn nodded slowly, but he was worried about Legolas. He decided to ask Seiren about it later.
The three reached Rivendell in less than an hour, and were shocked at the sight that they saw before them.
Gimli, the Hobbits, and Gandalf were fighting against Motarasu's minions at Rivendell's borders.
The three dismounted when they were close enough to help, and went to work.
Legolas chanted a spell, and threw a dazzling ball of light at the lead attackers. Aragorn drew Anduril, and leapt into the fray, dodging and slicing. Seiren assisted Frodo, Merry, Pippin, and Sam by conjuring up his own fire spells.
Their attention was focused on the fight, as Aragorn slit the throat of yet another dark creature.
`Duck!' Seiren shouted to Frodo, before he sent a lightning blast over the kneeling Frodo and struck the creature directly behind him.
Gimli hacked at them, fighting side by side with Aragorn. Gandalf was using magic as well. Everyone was so busy that no-one noticed when Motarasu appeared in a flicker of black light.
The dark lord searched and found the elf he was looking for. "Seiren..." he hissed. He hungered for another taste of the elf, as he advanced on the unaware Seiren. Only a handful of his dark creations were still alive, but Motarasu didn't care.
Seiren felt the dark magic of a spell seconds after it was cast. Seconds later, he suddenly found himself immobilized and trapped inside a magical barrier. `Legolas! Aragorn!' he shouted, not being able to keep the fear out of his voice, as he realized who held him prisoner.
The lovers turned at once, and saw that Seiren was hovering in the air next to Motarasu. They ran towards him at once, as did the rest of the Fellowship. All were close enough to hear Motarasu's cruel words.
"If it isn't the little elf whore," Motarasu sneered. "Come back for more?" he taunted, as he passed his hand through the magical barrier and touched the elf's face, before stepping closer. `I've marked you as mine, Seiren. It is the best way to destroy your Elven soul and Light, and force you into the darkness.' His hands then began to move down the imprisoned elf's body.
Shame crept into Seiren's eyes as he struggled to in vain to get free from Motarasu's touch. Aragorn had been right, the red-haired elf knew. He had not been ready to face this human again. Fear erupted in him, and a dazzling blue aura of light surrounded him, as Seiren's amethyst eyes pleaded silently as they looked at the Fellowship. `No... more...' Seiren whispered. `Please...'
`Get your hands off him, Motarasu! I refuse to let you touch him like that again!' Legolas snapped. His white light had flickers of dark gray in it, as it swirled around him and rushed towards the dark lord, who was knocked backwards by a few feet.
Those that Seiren had rescued exchanged a look, as comprehension dawned on them and they turned towards the dark lord, guilt, horror, and anger in their eyes. Guilt that they had left Seiren behind, even with the elf's assistance, leaving him to a fate that some believed was worse than death, horror that even the evil Motarasu could do something like that to such a gentle and caring elf, and anger that he was implying that he would do so again. They begged to differ.
They turned as one to attack Motarasu. Pippin, Sam, Frodo, and Merry held their daggers tightly. Gimli brandished his axe, and Gandalf prepared a spell.
Legolas and Aragorn exchanged a look of combined fury and anger, as they prepared to launch an attack, along with their infuriated friends. Aragorn saw the unspoken cry in Seiren's face, as Motarasu grabbed him again, and he growled lowly. Legolas began conjuring a spell, which grew brighter as it was finally prepared.
Several things happened at once, as Motarasu grabbed a hold of Seiren's throat, lifting the elf high into the air.
To be continued
Infighting
Part 13
Seiren awoke to the sounds of a fight between Legolas and Aragorn. He feigned sleep, as he flicked his eyes around the cave, until they came to rest on the two figures glaring at each other.
`We should go after Motarasu!' Legolas shouted angrily in Elvish.
Aragorn make a scoffing sound. `Seiren is not ready to face him again, Legolas. And we should let our friends know that we are all right,' the human said pointedly.
`We don't have time, for right now Motarasu and his minions have suffered a major setback. We can defeat them now,' the blond elf snapped.
`And what of Seiren?' Aragorn questioned softly. `Do you honestly think he could bear seeing Motarasu again so soon?'
Legolas scowled, knowing that Aragorn had a point. `My father has a saying, Aragorn: "If you fall off of a horse, you should get right back on, lest you become scared." Seiren will be fine!'
`No thanks to you!' Aragorn knew he'd struck a nerve, but he was too angry to care. `With you gallivanting off to confront Motarasu, how could you possibly help him?'
Seiren stood slowly, and whispered, `Stop it.' He hated this, that they were fighting over him. Neither Aragorn or Legolas heard him, as they continued.
`Should I be worried that you and Seiren might get together?' Legolas hissed. He didn't know what was wrong with him. Ever since he'd lashed out at Motarasu like that, he'd become angry and more quick to act than think.
Seiren turned pale. He'd never thought of Aragorn like that, and judging from the look on the king of Gondor's face, neither had he. The red-haired elf silently slipped towards the entrance, and paused to look back.
`Are you out of your mind, Legolas?' Aragorn asked incredulously. `What's wrong with you?'
`Stop it, stop it, stop it!' Seiren shouted, his voice growing louder each time, as blue light enveloped him.
Legolas and Aragorn turned as one to look at the elf, who stood there, an expression of tremendous sadness and pain on his face.
`Seiren,' Legolas gasped. He turned pale, as did Aragorn.
`The last thing I meant to do is make the two of you fight,' Seiren whispered sadly. `I'll go back to Rivendell by myself, so that you will be happy again, Legolas. Do not worry about me, for I shall be all right.' The elf felt a tear running down his face, before he turned and ran out of the cave, leaving Saeru behind for the two lovers to ride.
Aragorn and Legolas shot each other a `Look what you've done now!' glare.
`We have to find him,' Aragorn said, waiting to see what Legolas would say.
Legolas nodded silently. `God, he must have heard everything I said,' the blond elf said hoarsely, as he followed his best friend. Aragorn was right behind him, but paused when he saw the Elvish horse.
`Let's take Saeru, Legolas,' Aragorn told the elf.
`Good idea.' The two vaulted onto Saeru, with Legolas behind Aragorn. He clung tightly to his lover's waist, as they rode after Seiren.
Seiren tore through the bushes, and heard the sounds of the Elvish horse behind him. The elf stood out in his light blue outfit, as he continued walking.
`Seiren, I'm sorry,' Legolas whispered. Seiren didn't even look at his best friend.
Aragorn said, `We both are.' Amethyst eyes met his grey ones.
`I don't want to cause any more problems,' Seiren softly murmured.
`You have never caused any problems, my friend,' Legolas said honestly. `And I made you a promise. You won't go through this alone, Seiren.'
A smile hesitantly lit up Seiren's face. `Are you certain of that, Legolas? I seem to recall knocking you out once when you wished to fight,' the elf said quietly.
`I remember,' Legolas muttered. `But your heart was in the right place. Come, my friend. We will go to Rivendell together.'
`There is only one horse,' Seiren pointed out.
`And elves are light,' Aragorn interjected. `Climb on.'
Seiren was taken aback, before he slowly climbed on behind Legolas, and held his best friend tightly. Once he had a firm grasp, Aragorn signaled the Elven stallion to gallop towards Rivendell.
A blue light flickered around them, much to Aragorn's surprise. He looked over his shoulder and saw that Seiren was murmuring something in Elvish, as his light flowed around him.
`What's he doing, Legolas?' the human questioned.
Legolas shot him a merry grin. `Speeding up the journey, my love. We'll reach Rivendell in not time, now.' He gently pressed his face against his lover's back, as he remembered the hurtful things he'd said. `Forgive me, Estel,' he whispered in the human's ear. `I don't know what came over me.'
Aragorn nodded slowly, but he was worried about Legolas. He decided to ask Seiren about it later.
The three reached Rivendell in less than an hour, and were shocked at the sight that they saw before them.
Gimli, the Hobbits, and Gandalf were fighting against Motarasu's minions at Rivendell's borders.
The three dismounted when they were close enough to help, and went to work.
Legolas chanted a spell, and threw a dazzling ball of light at the lead attackers. Aragorn drew Anduril, and leapt into the fray, dodging and slicing. Seiren assisted Frodo, Merry, Pippin, and Sam by conjuring up his own fire spells.
Their attention was focused on the fight, as Aragorn slit the throat of yet another dark creature.
`Duck!' Seiren shouted to Frodo, before he sent a lightning blast over the kneeling Frodo and struck the creature directly behind him.
Gimli hacked at them, fighting side by side with Aragorn. Gandalf was using magic as well. Everyone was so busy that no-one noticed when Motarasu appeared in a flicker of black light.
The dark lord searched and found the elf he was looking for. "Seiren..." he hissed. He hungered for another taste of the elf, as he advanced on the unaware Seiren. Only a handful of his dark creations were still alive, but Motarasu didn't care.
Seiren felt the dark magic of a spell seconds after it was cast. Seconds later, he suddenly found himself immobilized and trapped inside a magical barrier. `Legolas! Aragorn!' he shouted, not being able to keep the fear out of his voice, as he realized who held him prisoner.
The lovers turned at once, and saw that Seiren was hovering in the air next to Motarasu. They ran towards him at once, as did the rest of the Fellowship. All were close enough to hear Motarasu's cruel words.
"If it isn't the little elf whore," Motarasu sneered. "Come back for more?" he taunted, as he passed his hand through the magical barrier and touched the elf's face, before stepping closer. `I've marked you as mine, Seiren. It is the best way to destroy your Elven soul and Light, and force you into the darkness.' His hands then began to move down the imprisoned elf's body.
Shame crept into Seiren's eyes as he struggled to in vain to get free from Motarasu's touch. Aragorn had been right, the red-haired elf knew. He had not been ready to face this human again. Fear erupted in him, and a dazzling blue aura of light surrounded him, as Seiren's amethyst eyes pleaded silently as they looked at the Fellowship. `No... more...' Seiren whispered. `Please...'
`Get your hands off him, Motarasu! I refuse to let you touch him like that again!' Legolas snapped. His white light had flickers of dark gray in it, as it swirled around him and rushed towards the dark lord, who was knocked backwards by a few feet.
Those that Seiren had rescued exchanged a look, as comprehension dawned on them and they turned towards the dark lord, guilt, horror, and anger in their eyes. Guilt that they had left Seiren behind, even with the elf's assistance, leaving him to a fate that some believed was worse than death, horror that even the evil Motarasu could do something like that to such a gentle and caring elf, and anger that he was implying that he would do so again. They begged to differ.
They turned as one to attack Motarasu. Pippin, Sam, Frodo, and Merry held their daggers tightly. Gimli brandished his axe, and Gandalf prepared a spell.
Legolas and Aragorn exchanged a look of combined fury and anger, as they prepared to launch an attack, along with their infuriated friends. Aragorn saw the unspoken cry in Seiren's face, as Motarasu grabbed him again, and he growled lowly. Legolas began conjuring a spell, which grew brighter as it was finally prepared.
Several things happened at once, as Motarasu grabbed a hold of Seiren's throat, lifting the elf high into the air.
To be continued