Title - Deceived
Author - Rdtale

Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I making any money off any of these characters.

I'm back! Thanks so much for the reviews! Yeah, yeah. I know that I took forever to get this part out.

First my computer goes bye bye and then my account wouldn't let me in, followed by me losing the floppy that I save this on.

Anyways, something good came out of this. I had
a chance to work on another fic. I only have the outline, but it looks like its gonna be a good one.

Now on with the show !!!

(************) - Means Flashback


Legolas watched as Arwen strode closer. He had awoken and found himself held in a dark, stone
room and had discovered that his attacker was Aragorn's companion.

Controlled by his anger, the human had attacked him and ignored Arwen's order to stop.

Boromir now lay on the cold floor, unconscious or dead.

"I warned you, Legolas." Arwen's eyes were cold, unmerciful. "Aragorn is mine. You did not heed my words and so
now I have to make you listen."

The elven maiden now stood right in front of Legolas. She leaned forward, until her face was inches from his.

"You will not get in my way again." she whispered softly, her eyes flashing with evil intent.

A Wave of dizziness assaulted Legolas's senses. His vision wavered and he felt a powerful force overtake him. It was a
dark energy that assaulted him, blinding him to all but the incredible pain.

It slowly wrapped itself around his essence, smothering the brilliant light of his elven soul.

Unwilling to let himself be overcome, Legolas fought back. He gathered all his strength and attempted to push the
cloying darkness back.

He could not let it win, because then he would truly be lost.





The princess of Rivendell coldly observed as the blond elf struggled to escape her clutches. He was very
strong, even for an elf, but he would eventually falter . . . and in that moment of weakness, she would strike.

The magic she used against him was very old and very powerful.

Arwen was known to her people as the Evenstar. Beautiful, elegent, and - unkown to them - deadly. She had spent her
childhood in complete ignorance, protected by her father and by her brothers; kept from the ways of the world.

But in their attempt to protect her, they had left her vulnerable.

Then she had been shown the truth. Her mind had been opened and her eyes the vast possibilities. And with that truth
came power. Arwen lovingly fingered the delicate necklace, which hung around her pale neck.

The Evenstar. Her Evenstar.

With a start, Arwen realized that the attack on her seemingly helpless victim had not been successful. Although the elf
before her lay limp against the handcuffs, body limp and unresponsive, his mind had not been penetrated.

His strength surpassed her original calculations. Not many had been able to resist her will. The pitiful specimen that now
lay on the floor was proof of that. The man called Boromir had been ridiculously easy to persuade; to bend to her will. She
had taken his already strong emotions of jealousy and the need to protect his companions and twisted them for her own
purposes.

Her eyes fell on the strong willed elf that lay before her.

It was a minor setback.

At her call, two elves entered the room. They were both tall, dark and completely under her control. She did not need
her magic to rule them. Instead of controling their minds she had learned their secrets, and used them to her
advantage.

"Take him to the darkroom."

The two elves looked at each other and then at the prisoner. Both stepped forward to do her bidding. One unlocked
the metal manacles, while the other caught the elf before he could hit the ground. Together they dragged him out of
the room.

Smiling in anticipation, Arwen followed.

She walked into a room completely enshrouded in darkness so deep that it was almost palpable. It smelled of death
and a feeling of distant pain hovered in the air.

Arwen, not affected by the complete absence of light, walked forward. She could feel the presence of Legolas. He was once again awake.

The beautiful daughter of Elrond reached for a leather rod and held it carefully in her pale hands. She ran her long fingers across the length of it.

Without warning she flicked it forcefully through the air. It land directly on her victim's back, leaving a trail of angry
wounds in its wake.

Legolas cried out as the cruel whip descended.

Again . . .

Again . . .

Again.




Aragorn stalked through the royal halls. Sensing his frustration, servants scurried out of his way.
Oblivious to their reaction Aragorn continued walking, his thoughts in shambles.

'He' had left.

Without saying farewell he had left. Not a word. Not even a note. Of course Aragorn did not have any claim over
the beautiful elf's actions, but he had thought that they had been slowly growing closer.

And then there was the kiss.

In a forest glade they had shared a moment between them. A sweet kiss, and perhaps a hint of something more.

Now all that was left was a painful ache and a sense of loss and loneliness.

While his mind had been agonizing over what might have been, he had been walking steadily in one direction.

Unknowingly his feet had led him to the quarters once occupied by Legolas.

Aragorn had only been there once before, two weeks after their first meeting . . .

* * * * * * * Flashback * * * * * * *

"I won't be long, wait here."

Aragorn watched as the blond elf left the room. After hours of archery practice Legolas had stopped off at his
room to change out his soiled clothing.

Alone in the elf's sitting room, Aragorn observed his surroundings.

Unlike his own finely furnished quarters, Legolas's rooms were small and simply furnished. The sitting room he was
currently occupying was not much more than a sectioned off space connected to the kitchen. It was sparcel
furnished with a small, but intricately carved table and a couple of seats.

As the rays of sun in the room shifted, Aragorn noticed a glint of light coming a nearby shelf. Glancing through the
doorway to make sure that Legolas was still out of sight, the man stood up and headed towards the curious
object. As he got closer, he noticed that it was a small crystaline figure, resting on soft padding. A delicately curled
leaf, slightly tinted green.

"What are you doing?"

He whirled around at the sound of the sharp voice. Standing in the doorway was the golden haired, blue eyed, elf. He
had changed his clothing and tied his sun kissed locks back from his face. Cerulean eyes regarded him warily.

"I . . I was only . . " Aragorn was at loss for words.

Advancing on the startled man, Legolas looked passed him and to the shelf he had been observing.

The elf's eyes softened slightly.

"It is the only thing that my parents left me. Nie gave it to me on my thirteenth birthday." Seeing the questioning look directed his way Legolas spoke,
again, "Nie was the one who raised me. She's . ." As if sensing he had revealed too much Legolas stopped. He took a deep breathe before speaking with forced cheerfulness.
"We should go. Lord Elrond requested our presence this evening.

Together they exited the room.

* * * * * * * End Flashback * * * * * * *

Entering the room, Aragorn looked forlornly around. Everything was in place. The small table, chairs and high shelves containing books and a small crystal figure-

Crystal figure?

Frowning, Aragorn picked up the delicate object.

In the small time that he had known Legolas, Aragorn had seen that to Legolas the past was very important. This last memento of the parents he'd lost so long ago was his most
precious possession. He would have never left it behind.

At least not willingly.


TO BE CONTINUED


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