Note: None of these are my characters! Elvish speech is in ''. No, Legolas is not going to try to commit suicide in this fic. If you want to read a Legolas suicide fic, read these fics: 'Reclaiming A Lost Soul', 'Shadows of Memories', and 'The Crying Soul'. Major angst warning! This is an A/L slash fic! That means a male/male pairing. Takes place a few months after Aragorn left, and contains flashbacks. R Rating for assault! Does anyone know which of the twins (Elladan and Elrohir) is the eldest? If so, please tell me in a review.
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Part 12
Legolas was out practicing his archery early one morning. It was the only thing that kept him from focusing entirely on how much he missed Aragorn. The skilled archer notched another arrow and let it fly towards the target, which was taller than the Elf was.
He wore only his green leggings, for even though it was early, it was very hot. His discarded shirt and tunic were on a bench. Legolas' bare chest hid just how truly strong he was, for it was deceptively small.
A smile of satisfaction appeared when Legolas hit the target's center. He felt eyes upon him, but chose to ignore it for now. Another arrow was sent into the target, and split the previous arrow.
Elladan watched the beautiful Elf continuing his archery practice. He silently walked towards Legolas, planning to speak with him alone, now that Elrohir wasn't with the younger Elf for once.
Annoyance swept through Elladan. Why was Elrohir constantly with Legolas, he wondered. Could his twin want the pretty one for himself? No, Elladan thought. Elrohir would have told him if he wanted Legolas, for his brother never hid anything from him.
Elrohir was inside, having another conversation with his father. It was very similar to the one they'd had shortly after Aragorn had left Rivendell for the North.
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Flashback
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Elrond sat reading a few letters at his table, when Elrohir quietly entered the room. The Elven lord looked up to acknowledge his son, and was surprised at the tense expression on Elrohir's face.
'Sit down, my son,' Elrond invited, concerned.
Elrohir sat in the nearest chair, and looked his father directly in the eyes. 'Father, I need to tell you something.'
Elrond nodded slowly.
'I believe Elladan wishes to take Legolas to his bed, and planned for Aragorn and Legolas to argue as they did,' Elrohir said bluntly. 'I have no proof, other than I have seen him watching the young one whenever Legolas is near him. And he has an angry expression in his eyes as well.'
'I see,' Elrond said slowly, as he leaned back in his wooden chair thoughtfully. He was well aware of Elladan's preference for bedding males, and did not disapprove, but to lure Legolas into a bed? The Elven lord did not approve of that. 'You will watch over him, Elrohir?' Elrond questioned, knowing that his son would, for Elrohir had spared Legolas from Elladan's wrath when they had been younger.
Elrohir nodded. 'Of course. But I…I do not mean to presume to give you an order, Father, but I believe you should speak with Elladan. He has never forgotten his anger at Legolas for all the tricks that were played on him.'
Elrond's face remained impassive, though a twinkle was in his eyes. 'I intended to do so.'
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End Flashback
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Legolas' blond hair had grown much faster, and it was now back to normal. Though he did not wear it in his customary braids today, for Legolas enjoyed the feel of the wind plucking at his loose, flowing hair. He turned as he heard a stick snap.
'Tis you, Elladan,' Legolas said. He looked the other Elf straight in the eyes. Elladan smiled, and Legolas did not think it was a very nice smile.
'Who did you expect?' Elladan questioned, smiling tightly. Legolas had already begun to regain his confidence. He'd blossomed under the positive attention from Elrond, and the friendship that Legolas had established with Elrohir. The difference was astounding, considering that only a few months ago, the blond Elf had been meek and quiet.
Legolas offered one of his own smiles. 'I thought you might be Elrohir, for he said that he would spar with me later.' He set the bow down absentmindedly.
Elladan continued advancing on the other Elf, who did not seem to notice. Legolas walked over to the target and began removing his arrows. When he turned, he frowned, for Elladan was nearly pressing him against the target, which prevented Legolas from stepping away.
Legolas questioned, 'What are you doing, Elladan? Are you playing a game of some sort?' The younger Elf knew that Elladan played all kinds of games, which he did not fully understand.
'Tis no game,' Elladan hissed, as he pushed Legolas back against the target, and brought a hand up to touch the archer's face. His warm breath brushed over Legolas' lips, and the younger Elf tensed. He was stunned when Elladan suddenly kissed him roughly, his hands holding Legolas firmly against the target.
Legolas brought his hands up and shoved the older Elf away from him instantly. 'Don't,' he said angrily, glaring at Elladan.
The Elf snarled in anger, and lashed out with his foot, knocking Legolas to the ground. Elladan knelt over him, but Legolas struck back with his fist, and blood spurted from the older Elf's nose.
Legolas snapped, 'Stop it, Elladan! I mean it!' This game wasn't very funny, he thought.
Elladan brought his own hand back and slapped Legolas hard, before he straddled the younger Elf. One hand slid into the green leggings, and a cry of outrage sounded. Legolas instantly realized that this was no game. He twisted under Elladan, and used all of his strength to shove the stronger and older Elf off of him, before quickly leaping to his feet.
The archer breathed hard, and glared at Elladan. 'How dare you!' he cried. Legolas brought back his right hand and smacked the older Elf so hard that his hand hurt. His eyes were narrowed angrily.
Elladan smirked, 'You let Aragorn do more to you than that, princeling.'
Legolas paled, as he realized that Elladan had seen him and Aragorn together when they'd... He grabbed up his belongings and raced for the castle, as fast as he could.
Elladan let Legolas go for now. He'd had a bit more fun than he'd expected, and the younger Elf had a perfect body. Elladan had felt that when he'd pressed himself against Legolas.
Elrohir and Elrond were stunned when they heard a door slam. The two shared a look, before standing and hurrying down to where they thought that the slam had come from.
Legolas flung himself onto the bed in the room he'd shared with Aragorn. His bow, arrows, shirt, and tunic had been dropped onto the floor.
Aragorn, I miss you so much… When are you coming home, the Elf wondered. And why is Elladan acting so…strange? The blond Elf brought a hand up to his stinging face.
Elrohir knocked on the door, with his father beside him. 'Legolas?' he questioned.
'Come in,' Legolas muttered, recognizing Elrohir's voice.
Elrond and Elrohir both entered, and closed the door behind them.
Legolas sat up when he saw Lord Elrond was with his friend. 'Is there any news of Aragorn?' he inquired hopefully.
Elrond shook his head. 'I'm sure we'll hear something soon,' he reassured the young one.
The Elven lord and Elrohir both sat on the bed next to Legolas, who tensed slightly.
Elrohir saw the hand that Legolas had pressed over his cheek, and reached out to remove it. The son of Elrond was surprised when his young friend flinched. 'What has happened, Legolas?'
The hand was slowly removed, and Elrohir gasped at the slap-mark. The imprint of a hand was clearly shown on Legolas' pale skin. The twin brother of Elladan knowingly placed his hand into the print, and was not surprised when it was a perfect match. 'Elladan… he slapped you,' Elrohir stated. 'Did he do anything else?'
Legolas slowly nodded.
Elrond clenched his teeth. He'd told Elladan to leave Legolas alone.
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Flashback
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'You wanted to see me, Father?' Elladan questioned neutrally, as the servant who had brought him the message walked away.
Elrond stood and slowly walked around the table, and over to his son. 'Yes, Elladan. It has come to my attention that you have an interest in Legolas.'
Elladan frowned, for he had not said anything to anyone. 'So?' he finally said.
'I want to make it clear to you that Legolas is off-limits,' Elrond said sternly. 'I know of the string of broken hearts that you have left in your desire, and you will not pursue Legolas.'
'Aragorn is!' Elladan cried. 'It's not fair if he can and I cannot!' The injustice of it all fueled Elladan's anger. Though he just wanted to bed Legolas, that was all. He did not love anyone except for himself.
Elrond was not surprised to hear that, but hid it from his son. 'Aragorn is currently in the North, Elladan. Should I hear that you approached Legolas, I will punish you. My word is law.'
'Yes, Father,' Elladan muttered resentfully. He would just have to be a little more careful with his plans.
Elrond knew that Elladan would disobey him anyway, so he had gotten Elrohir's word that he would protect Legolas as best as he could, and report anything unusual to him. The young, blond Elf was like another son to Elrond, and he did not want to see him get hurt.
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End Flashback
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Elrohir scowled. 'What else did he do?'
'I… He tried to… but I got away from him,' Legolas said finally. 'Barely.'
Fury appeared on both Elrond's face and Elrohir's.
Legolas saw it and sighed. 'I'm all right; he didn't do anything. It was just a game to him, anyway.'
'I'm sorry, Legolas,' Elrond said. 'I will make certain that he troubles you no longer.'
'All right,' Legolas murmured. 'But if he approaches me again, I will not hesitate to defend myself. I did not want to kill him, for he is your son, Lord Elrond.'
And Legolas wished that Aragorn was here.
To be continued