Disclaimer: Of course I do own Legolas!....*sigh* in the perfect world however, not the real world :)
"What are you doing here?" asked Legolas, his eyes still closed.
"I've only come to say hello to my favorite son," said Thranduil, in suspiciously kind voice. Legolas finally opened his eyes. He saw that his father was exactly the way he remembered him to be. His father was handsome, beautiful in a dangerous kind of way. He was like a many colored, jewel snake, beatiful yet can kill you in one strike.
"I am your only son," said Legolas, harshly. "I was hoping that if I am dying, I would at least do it away from you."
"Such harsh words to a father," said Thranduil. He looked mockingly hurt but Legolas saw in his eyes the dangerous, angry glint. Legolas stayed silent.
"Well?" pressed Thranduil. "What are you going to do about me?" Legolas thought, I want to kill you. Thranduil laughed, a huge belly laugh as if he had just heard Legolas' thoughts.
"Even what you think isn't safe from me," said Thranduil harshly. "So you want to kill me, is that right? I fed you, I clothed you, I kept you sheltered."
"You're my father! Isn't that what fathers do?" cried Legolas. "Besides, if I had the choice I would have lived on the streets then stay with you." Thranduil's hand moved quickly and struck Legolas across the face. Legoals winced and took a few steps back. For the next minute, Thranduil hit Legolas and Legolas' old instincts of clenching his teeth and trying to ignore the pain returned. Legolas looked at Thranduil angrily.
"Is that as hard as you can hit?" asked Legolas. He was so angry that he barely felt the blows that were brought upon him. Thranduil struck him so hard that Legoals felt himself starting to black out but he kept himself firmly grounded in where he was. The stars in his vision faded and all that were left was his father.
"Well then?" demanded Thranduil. "Kill me then." Legolas saw in his hand a ivory handled dagger appear. This was a evil place, Legolas decided. Where else would an object to hurt someone appear so readily? Legolas stared at the dagger for a full five minutes, then threw it on the ground.
"That's what I thought," said Thranduil, laughing. "You always were a gutless coward. You can't even kill me if you tried, Legolas. That would be going against your own blood and that's illegal."
"I won't kill you," said Legolas, calmly. "I'll just make sure that you never hurt anyone again."
Aragorn did not know how long he sat there, holding Legolas' cold hands in his own. Then, he opened his eyes, startled to feel blood. He pushed up Legolas' sleeves and found in horror that there were bruises and blood up and down his arms, like prints of rose and violet petals. Whatever was happening in Legolas' mind right now was hurting him. Aragorn bit his lip so hard that it started to bleed. He started to weep silently, tears rolling down his face and onto Legolas' stained tunic. He held Legolas' hand so hard that his own cramped.
*hee hee, i'm gonna leave it at a sort of cliffhanger thingymajigabob. But i will write as soon as I can go back home! I'm still stuck in an internet cafe and both people on both sides of me are smoking like they can't live without it. Ack, i'm getting secondhand smoke! pray for me people! ewww.......
"What are you doing here?" asked Legolas, his eyes still closed.
"I've only come to say hello to my favorite son," said Thranduil, in suspiciously kind voice. Legolas finally opened his eyes. He saw that his father was exactly the way he remembered him to be. His father was handsome, beautiful in a dangerous kind of way. He was like a many colored, jewel snake, beatiful yet can kill you in one strike.
"I am your only son," said Legolas, harshly. "I was hoping that if I am dying, I would at least do it away from you."
"Such harsh words to a father," said Thranduil. He looked mockingly hurt but Legolas saw in his eyes the dangerous, angry glint. Legolas stayed silent.
"Well?" pressed Thranduil. "What are you going to do about me?" Legolas thought, I want to kill you. Thranduil laughed, a huge belly laugh as if he had just heard Legolas' thoughts.
"Even what you think isn't safe from me," said Thranduil harshly. "So you want to kill me, is that right? I fed you, I clothed you, I kept you sheltered."
"You're my father! Isn't that what fathers do?" cried Legolas. "Besides, if I had the choice I would have lived on the streets then stay with you." Thranduil's hand moved quickly and struck Legolas across the face. Legoals winced and took a few steps back. For the next minute, Thranduil hit Legolas and Legolas' old instincts of clenching his teeth and trying to ignore the pain returned. Legolas looked at Thranduil angrily.
"Is that as hard as you can hit?" asked Legolas. He was so angry that he barely felt the blows that were brought upon him. Thranduil struck him so hard that Legoals felt himself starting to black out but he kept himself firmly grounded in where he was. The stars in his vision faded and all that were left was his father.
"Well then?" demanded Thranduil. "Kill me then." Legolas saw in his hand a ivory handled dagger appear. This was a evil place, Legolas decided. Where else would an object to hurt someone appear so readily? Legolas stared at the dagger for a full five minutes, then threw it on the ground.
"That's what I thought," said Thranduil, laughing. "You always were a gutless coward. You can't even kill me if you tried, Legolas. That would be going against your own blood and that's illegal."
"I won't kill you," said Legolas, calmly. "I'll just make sure that you never hurt anyone again."
Aragorn did not know how long he sat there, holding Legolas' cold hands in his own. Then, he opened his eyes, startled to feel blood. He pushed up Legolas' sleeves and found in horror that there were bruises and blood up and down his arms, like prints of rose and violet petals. Whatever was happening in Legolas' mind right now was hurting him. Aragorn bit his lip so hard that it started to bleed. He started to weep silently, tears rolling down his face and onto Legolas' stained tunic. He held Legolas' hand so hard that his own cramped.
*hee hee, i'm gonna leave it at a sort of cliffhanger thingymajigabob. But i will write as soon as I can go back home! I'm still stuck in an internet cafe and both people on both sides of me are smoking like they can't live without it. Ack, i'm getting secondhand smoke! pray for me people! ewww.......