Hi! thanks for your reviews, it makes me really happy to know that you all like my story! i hope i'm making a good job of developing Thandiul, and i really hope you all hate him! please, enjoy chapter 6!
disclaimer: No, i don't own the lord of the rings characters (god, i would love to!), i'm just borrowing them!
Legolas lay face down on his bed, his blond hair fanned along the soft pillows. It was just before sunrise, and he had barely slept.
"I must go and see Elrond", he though, getting up to wash himself before the second round."I cannot imagine that he, or indeed my father shall be happy by my running away from the ball last night."
Legolas stode slowly down the corridor, for although he did not want to be late for the meeting, he didn't want to be absurdly early.
Far along the passageway, he heard a door creak open, and faint footsteps emerged. Legolas dove behind a nearby curtain.
"I must not be seen", he thought silently,"To strole around the palace at this hour is highly suspicious to an elder."
To his surprise, the footsteps that he heard were not those of a servant. The were lighter, more feminine.
"Do i go to see Legolas now?", Arwen stood in front of the curtain, completely unaware of Legolas's presence."Surely he shall not be awake at this hour......i may disturb him.....and yet, i am anxious to find out where he went to last night. I am worried about him, he is not his usual self."
Behind the curtain, Legolas flushed. Arwen was looking for him. Him, Legolas. Suddenly Legolas realised that this was the perfect opportunity to tell Arwen about his uncle. He could tell her about the...the...the rape. He shuderred when he thought about it. It was not something that he wished to broadcast, but he knew that if he didn't tell someone soon, he would go crazy, and, he had to warn Arwen. Taking a deep breath, he drew the curtain firmly back.
"Arwen", he began. But she was there no longer, she had moved further down the passageway.
Not wanting to give up just as he had summoned the courage to finally tell someone, he ran lightly after the female elf. He found her almost straight away - outside Thandiul's door.
"What's she doing there?", he whispered from around the corner.
Arwen exhaled slowly, and knocked quietly on Thandiul's door.
"If there is anyone who would know what's wrong with Legolas, it would be his uncle", she reasoned with herself, for she was not entirely sure that this was the right thing to do.
"Come in!", an impatient voice sounded from within the chamber.
Arwen felt herself begin to blush. She cursed herself furiously, and exhaled once more.
"It's me", she said softly,"Arwen."
At once the tone of Thandiul's voice changed, the sweet surrupy sound now oozing from his mouth.
"Come in my dear Arwen", he cried, rushing at once to open the door."What brings you here to see me at this early hour?"
Arwen entered the chamber, gazing up at Thandiul.
"I am concerned for Legolas", she replied, sitting down in one of the wicker chairs next to the door."He has been acting rather strangely lately, i was wondering if you would know what was wrong with him."
Thandiul's eyes darkened as he heard the name of his nephew slip from Arwen's tongue.
"Legolas?", he said darkly, averting his gaze from Arwen's, refusing to meet eyes with her."He has seemed no different to me....but, then again, maybe that is because i am his uncle."
He reached over to shut the door.
Legolas remained both silent and petryified, he stood frozen to the spot just around the corner from Thandiul's chamber. He heard a sound from behind him. He was completely trapped now. He looked round for a place to hide. Footsteps grew closer and closer, and Legolas grew more agitated.
Then, he saw it! A tiny little box like shape, just inches away from where he was standing. If he could squeeze in there, no one would be able to see him. He whipped round, and dashed for the hole, praying that he would remain unseen. But it was not to be.
Thandiul put his head out the door to close it over, and he saw the edges of Legolas's blond hair fly around. He knew as soon as he saw the hair that it belonged to Legolas. He smiled coldly as he swung the door shut.
"He has told her something......or was about to tell her something", he muttered inwardly."Not to worry though, i shall question him about it later."
He swung the heavy oaken door shut. Silence filled the corridor as Legolas lay, cramped in the tiny little space, waiting for the walker to pass by.
The walker, was in fact, Elrond.
"Where is she?", he muttered under his breath,"I have something i wish to ask her."
He continued on down the corridor.
"Heavens!", he exclaimed,"I should be in my chambers! Tis almost time for the meeting about the next round! I must go! Blasted Arwen! She shall have to wait."
Elrond scurryed down the passageway, and Legolas let out a sigh of relief.
He eased himself from the tiny space, thankful for breath again. After a few thourough gasps, he hurried after Elrond. The elf lord was right, Arwen would have to wait until later, the tournament awaited him.
"I'm glad you are all punctual this morn", Elrond gave Legolas a warning glance.
Legolas replied with a blank stare, for he had no idea why Elrond seemed not to like him.
"Now, i will tell you of your task. By passing from the last round, you have shown to me your ability in combat, and discipline. Now, you must show me your intelligence. I shall give each of you a riddle. If you can solve your riddle, come to me and tell me your answer. If you get it right, i shall enter you for the next round. You shall only recieve one chance, and the first three to solve their riddle correctly shall go through. Any questions?"
This statement was met with stunned silence.
"No", Elrond replied, as he retreived some pieces of paper from his desk."Then here are your riddles."
Legolas stared at the piece of paper that elrond had dropped into his had. There were several fine lines of elven script, translating to mean...
'Tis a magical time for the elves of the wood...
Tell me it's proper name so you should...
Next comes a not a vowel, but a letter from sun,
that and in your name there is only but one.
Lastly we hang shining bright in the air,
And so solve my puzzle and answer if you dare.'
Legolas continued to look blankly at the slip of paper, he had no idea what any of it ment- not yet anyway.
"Go!", commanded Elrond,"Hence, go forth and solve thy riddle, and return only when you have the answer. I wish you all luck, my competitors."
The company turned, and left the room.
"Do you have any idea what this means?", Sir Jiyuer, the elf from Rivendell turned to Legolas in confusion.
It was only then that Legolas noticed that there was a different riddle on every slip of paper.
"I cannot help you", he whispered in return,"For my riddle is different from your own. I am sorry, but you will have to work it out alone."
Jiyuer sighed. "I feared it would be so. Good luck to all of you."
Ruyston, the Prince from the Grey Havens smiled at the Rivendell elf."Good luck to you too, and to you Legolas, and you also, Thandiul, brother of Thranduil."
Legolas returned the smile, and the thanks, but Thandiul did not. He simply stayed silent.
"I think i will return to my chamber to think this through", Legolas bid farewell to the others as he walked slowly down the corridor.
Thandiul watched the others for a few seconds, and then padded after Legolas.
The prince did not hear his uncle creep up behind him. He flicked his wrist to open his bedroom door, when Thandiul took his chance. He flashed his hand across Legolas's mouth, clamping it down tightly, before forcing the door open. Roughly, he threw Legolas inside before locking himself in too.
Legolas braced himself as his head slammed into the wall. He brought his hand slowly to his temple, wiping away the blood.
"Why did you do that?", he said, unsure whether to be angry or fearful of his uncle.
"This morning!", his uncle snarled,"You told Arwen about it. You told her what i did to you!", he approached Legolas, who could see the thirst for the kill in his uncle's eyes.
"I swear", Legolas stammered fearfully, as he drew himself back,"I told her nothing......nothing."
"Maybe so", his uncle spat,"But you were going to tell her, weren't you?!"
Legolas remained silent, for indeed he would have told Arwen that very morning if Thandiul had not been around.
"I thought so!", Thandiul reached out, and struck his nephew across the face."Did i not tell you what i would do if you told anyone?"
"Y..es...", Legolas said through his thick tears that were now pouring down his face."You told me i would be exiled......."
"Indeed i did", his uncle's expression changed suddenly, a cruel smile now spearing upon his face."But, i think exile is a little strong for this offence, do you not?"
Legolas sat up."Then......you will leave?"
His uncle only laughed, as he approached his panic stricken nephew."You know i cannot do that Legolas. I cannot let your offence go unpunished." He stoked his hand down Legolas's soft face.
Legolas shrank back in fear, he knew excatly what was going on in his uncle head......but he was powerless to do anything about it.
Thandiul pretended to be considerate, he tried to gain Legolas's trust, but it wasn't working.
"You know what you have to do Legolas......or i will have you exiled........", he whispered in his nephew's ear as he moved closer.
Legolas sobbed, he tried to move away from this mad man, but his uncle had pinned him to the ground. All the memories of that night long ago flushed into his memories, clearly, he was not healed yet.
"Lie down Legolas", he uncle whispered.
Legolas felt himself fall to the ground, he was powerless to provent it. The pearly tears ran down his blood stodden face, and his own bright elven eyes conected with his uncle's pale grey ones, as his body was once more pressed against his uncle's own. Once again, the smell of one of his closest realtives descended upon his body, and Legolas felt faint, the memories pounding against his brain. The elf tried to numb the pain of the past, but he failed, and he sank onto the floor fully, not an once of strength left to fight the evil man.
What did you think? Part 7 out soon! Thanks for reading!
disclaimer: No, i don't own the lord of the rings characters (god, i would love to!), i'm just borrowing them!
Legolas lay face down on his bed, his blond hair fanned along the soft pillows. It was just before sunrise, and he had barely slept.
"I must go and see Elrond", he though, getting up to wash himself before the second round."I cannot imagine that he, or indeed my father shall be happy by my running away from the ball last night."
Legolas stode slowly down the corridor, for although he did not want to be late for the meeting, he didn't want to be absurdly early.
Far along the passageway, he heard a door creak open, and faint footsteps emerged. Legolas dove behind a nearby curtain.
"I must not be seen", he thought silently,"To strole around the palace at this hour is highly suspicious to an elder."
To his surprise, the footsteps that he heard were not those of a servant. The were lighter, more feminine.
"Do i go to see Legolas now?", Arwen stood in front of the curtain, completely unaware of Legolas's presence."Surely he shall not be awake at this hour......i may disturb him.....and yet, i am anxious to find out where he went to last night. I am worried about him, he is not his usual self."
Behind the curtain, Legolas flushed. Arwen was looking for him. Him, Legolas. Suddenly Legolas realised that this was the perfect opportunity to tell Arwen about his uncle. He could tell her about the...the...the rape. He shuderred when he thought about it. It was not something that he wished to broadcast, but he knew that if he didn't tell someone soon, he would go crazy, and, he had to warn Arwen. Taking a deep breath, he drew the curtain firmly back.
"Arwen", he began. But she was there no longer, she had moved further down the passageway.
Not wanting to give up just as he had summoned the courage to finally tell someone, he ran lightly after the female elf. He found her almost straight away - outside Thandiul's door.
"What's she doing there?", he whispered from around the corner.
Arwen exhaled slowly, and knocked quietly on Thandiul's door.
"If there is anyone who would know what's wrong with Legolas, it would be his uncle", she reasoned with herself, for she was not entirely sure that this was the right thing to do.
"Come in!", an impatient voice sounded from within the chamber.
Arwen felt herself begin to blush. She cursed herself furiously, and exhaled once more.
"It's me", she said softly,"Arwen."
At once the tone of Thandiul's voice changed, the sweet surrupy sound now oozing from his mouth.
"Come in my dear Arwen", he cried, rushing at once to open the door."What brings you here to see me at this early hour?"
Arwen entered the chamber, gazing up at Thandiul.
"I am concerned for Legolas", she replied, sitting down in one of the wicker chairs next to the door."He has been acting rather strangely lately, i was wondering if you would know what was wrong with him."
Thandiul's eyes darkened as he heard the name of his nephew slip from Arwen's tongue.
"Legolas?", he said darkly, averting his gaze from Arwen's, refusing to meet eyes with her."He has seemed no different to me....but, then again, maybe that is because i am his uncle."
He reached over to shut the door.
Legolas remained both silent and petryified, he stood frozen to the spot just around the corner from Thandiul's chamber. He heard a sound from behind him. He was completely trapped now. He looked round for a place to hide. Footsteps grew closer and closer, and Legolas grew more agitated.
Then, he saw it! A tiny little box like shape, just inches away from where he was standing. If he could squeeze in there, no one would be able to see him. He whipped round, and dashed for the hole, praying that he would remain unseen. But it was not to be.
Thandiul put his head out the door to close it over, and he saw the edges of Legolas's blond hair fly around. He knew as soon as he saw the hair that it belonged to Legolas. He smiled coldly as he swung the door shut.
"He has told her something......or was about to tell her something", he muttered inwardly."Not to worry though, i shall question him about it later."
He swung the heavy oaken door shut. Silence filled the corridor as Legolas lay, cramped in the tiny little space, waiting for the walker to pass by.
The walker, was in fact, Elrond.
"Where is she?", he muttered under his breath,"I have something i wish to ask her."
He continued on down the corridor.
"Heavens!", he exclaimed,"I should be in my chambers! Tis almost time for the meeting about the next round! I must go! Blasted Arwen! She shall have to wait."
Elrond scurryed down the passageway, and Legolas let out a sigh of relief.
He eased himself from the tiny space, thankful for breath again. After a few thourough gasps, he hurried after Elrond. The elf lord was right, Arwen would have to wait until later, the tournament awaited him.
"I'm glad you are all punctual this morn", Elrond gave Legolas a warning glance.
Legolas replied with a blank stare, for he had no idea why Elrond seemed not to like him.
"Now, i will tell you of your task. By passing from the last round, you have shown to me your ability in combat, and discipline. Now, you must show me your intelligence. I shall give each of you a riddle. If you can solve your riddle, come to me and tell me your answer. If you get it right, i shall enter you for the next round. You shall only recieve one chance, and the first three to solve their riddle correctly shall go through. Any questions?"
This statement was met with stunned silence.
"No", Elrond replied, as he retreived some pieces of paper from his desk."Then here are your riddles."
Legolas stared at the piece of paper that elrond had dropped into his had. There were several fine lines of elven script, translating to mean...
'Tis a magical time for the elves of the wood...
Tell me it's proper name so you should...
Next comes a not a vowel, but a letter from sun,
that and in your name there is only but one.
Lastly we hang shining bright in the air,
And so solve my puzzle and answer if you dare.'
Legolas continued to look blankly at the slip of paper, he had no idea what any of it ment- not yet anyway.
"Go!", commanded Elrond,"Hence, go forth and solve thy riddle, and return only when you have the answer. I wish you all luck, my competitors."
The company turned, and left the room.
"Do you have any idea what this means?", Sir Jiyuer, the elf from Rivendell turned to Legolas in confusion.
It was only then that Legolas noticed that there was a different riddle on every slip of paper.
"I cannot help you", he whispered in return,"For my riddle is different from your own. I am sorry, but you will have to work it out alone."
Jiyuer sighed. "I feared it would be so. Good luck to all of you."
Ruyston, the Prince from the Grey Havens smiled at the Rivendell elf."Good luck to you too, and to you Legolas, and you also, Thandiul, brother of Thranduil."
Legolas returned the smile, and the thanks, but Thandiul did not. He simply stayed silent.
"I think i will return to my chamber to think this through", Legolas bid farewell to the others as he walked slowly down the corridor.
Thandiul watched the others for a few seconds, and then padded after Legolas.
The prince did not hear his uncle creep up behind him. He flicked his wrist to open his bedroom door, when Thandiul took his chance. He flashed his hand across Legolas's mouth, clamping it down tightly, before forcing the door open. Roughly, he threw Legolas inside before locking himself in too.
Legolas braced himself as his head slammed into the wall. He brought his hand slowly to his temple, wiping away the blood.
"Why did you do that?", he said, unsure whether to be angry or fearful of his uncle.
"This morning!", his uncle snarled,"You told Arwen about it. You told her what i did to you!", he approached Legolas, who could see the thirst for the kill in his uncle's eyes.
"I swear", Legolas stammered fearfully, as he drew himself back,"I told her nothing......nothing."
"Maybe so", his uncle spat,"But you were going to tell her, weren't you?!"
Legolas remained silent, for indeed he would have told Arwen that very morning if Thandiul had not been around.
"I thought so!", Thandiul reached out, and struck his nephew across the face."Did i not tell you what i would do if you told anyone?"
"Y..es...", Legolas said through his thick tears that were now pouring down his face."You told me i would be exiled......."
"Indeed i did", his uncle's expression changed suddenly, a cruel smile now spearing upon his face."But, i think exile is a little strong for this offence, do you not?"
Legolas sat up."Then......you will leave?"
His uncle only laughed, as he approached his panic stricken nephew."You know i cannot do that Legolas. I cannot let your offence go unpunished." He stoked his hand down Legolas's soft face.
Legolas shrank back in fear, he knew excatly what was going on in his uncle head......but he was powerless to do anything about it.
Thandiul pretended to be considerate, he tried to gain Legolas's trust, but it wasn't working.
"You know what you have to do Legolas......or i will have you exiled........", he whispered in his nephew's ear as he moved closer.
Legolas sobbed, he tried to move away from this mad man, but his uncle had pinned him to the ground. All the memories of that night long ago flushed into his memories, clearly, he was not healed yet.
"Lie down Legolas", he uncle whispered.
Legolas felt himself fall to the ground, he was powerless to provent it. The pearly tears ran down his blood stodden face, and his own bright elven eyes conected with his uncle's pale grey ones, as his body was once more pressed against his uncle's own. Once again, the smell of one of his closest realtives descended upon his body, and Legolas felt faint, the memories pounding against his brain. The elf tried to numb the pain of the past, but he failed, and he sank onto the floor fully, not an once of strength left to fight the evil man.
What did you think? Part 7 out soon! Thanks for reading!