Title: When Magic Interfered
By mortalbeinganggip@centrin.net.id
Rating: PG-13 ...for safety reason
Disclaimer: Tolkien's. Not mine
Summary: Thranduil met a lady and fell in love with her. Things went bad when she revealed her true identity. But why was it always Legolas that got into trouble?
Warning: AU. Mild slash...later
English is not my mother language. Sorry for the false in grammar and lack of vocabulary.
Feedback: Pleeeeeeease!
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WHEN MAGIC INTERFERED
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CHAPTER I
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It was peaceful time in Middle-Earth. All was well after the One Ring was destroyed along with Sauron and his evil followers. The remaining fellowship returned to their homes. Everything was once again in perfect harmony, until ....
"You did WHAT?" A voice roared with rage. Legolas Greenleaf. On a bad day. The elf-king had summoned him to his chamber to discuss about something. Something he would not expect to come in times like these. Especially, from his father.
"I said, I met her a couple of months ago," King Thranduil repeated slowly as if talking to a child. There was a long pause, waiting for the other elf's response. When there was not any, he continued, "I think, I fell in love with her...." That was it. The prince could not help but to stare at his sire, jaw dropped in dismay. A couple of months? Only a couple of months, and he fell in love? That was fast. Usually, elves needed more time to develop certain feelings. And, Thranduil was not the most emotional and sensitive being. All creature of Middle-Earth knew.
"Legolas?" Seeing how badly he reacted, Thranduil felt a bit guilty. He was anxious that Legolas would be angry. Of course he would, for what kind of a father was he? A father who sought comfort in the arms of a woman, while his son was battling the Dark Lord?
No reply came out.
A knock on the door cracked the odd silence between them.
"Come in."
A guard named Lennan rushed in. He bowed deeply. "My Lord! The Lady has arrived. She is waiting in the main hall."
"Ah! She's here. Thank you, Lennan. You may leave," said Thranduil, unable to restrain his smile. Mirth flickered within his blue eyes. His inner light seemed to shine brighter than ever. Unexpected, the king grabbed his son's arm and dragged him along the way, ignoring the sounds of protest. He was too happy for that.
'She's here! She's here!' Those thoughts kept running round and round in his mind.
They strode along the corridor in hurry, almost running. "Ai! Ada, ...slow down!" A bit irritated, Legolas gasped. He nearly tripped himself for the third time.
Thranduil seemed not noticing. His heart beat grew more and more intense as they were closer to the main hall.
Precisely in front of the door of the main hall, Thranduil stopped in a sudden, then tried to calm down. Uneasiness floated in the air, Thranduil was sweating profusely. 'Curious', thought Legolas. Was it nervousness? If the prince remembered correctly, he saw the same symptom once, when Aragorn confessed his feeling to Arwen. Well, ...but that was Aragorn. This was Thranduil, for the love of the Valar. Even meeting Mandos himself would not make him so nervous. Very strange, indeed. Who was this lady, anyway? 'Was she good enough for my ada?' thought Legolas.
It was taking too long, Legolas had nearly lost his patience.
"Oh, Elbereth!" Seeing that Thranduil was not going to make a move, Legolas pushed the door and shoved the king inside, although not too hard.
There, in the center of light, stood a soft figure clad in dark green outfit. She was looking the other way, offering a beautiful sight of her long dark hair arranged in a simple thick braid. Contrast to Thranduil's light blond. Gently, Legolas elbowed his father's side, mouthing 'go on'.
Despite his nervousness, Thranduil stepped forward to welcome the guest.
"Ahem! Uh, ...welcome to ...um, ...g.good morn, Lady!" To this, Legolas only rolled his eyes. 'What was the old elf trying to do?'
She turned and smiled. "Good morn, my Lord!" Beautiful tanned skin seemed like glowing. A pair of amber orbs shone even brighter than sunlight upon their presence. "How fare you? And who might this pretty young elf be? Ah, my Lord! Surely, you haven't grown weary of me-this simple peasant woman-that you started falling for another?" A pained look on her face, but with lips trembled from restraining a smile. Legolas' eyes grew wide, shocked.
"Organa! I.I did not ...." Thranduil stuttered. But then, realization struck him after seeing the lady chuckled. "You, ...you jest!" Melodious laughter rang, light and clear. She had strange sense of humour. Similar to that of the twin lords of Imladris. Probably, Thranduil liked her because of it. True, there was no great love between Mirkwood and Rivendell. Elladan and Elrohir were exceptional. Especially to Legolas. They were dear to him.
"Why, your Highness! Did you really think I am serious? As if I have ever been." She clasped her hands in front of her chest, grinning and blinking rapidly. The king stared blankly at her. A muffled laughter coming from behind his back snapped him to reality. Legolas could not hold from laughing. She was hilarious. Thranduil glared dagger at his son, only to make the young elf laugh harder. Considering that this maniacal period of psychotic disorder cannot be cured even by the hands of Elrond, it was best to leave it alone. It would stop, eventually.
*****After a while*****
Bright was the day, as voices of mirth coloured the air. Even, the sky smiled at the two beings walking in the palace garden. Two so different, but also similar in some ways. A woman and an elf. The lady and the king, ...umm, no, that's the prince. Legolas, still giggling madly. Thranduil was not the most patient elf in Middle-Earth. He had just left, face reddened, away from them at the time the 'voices of mirth' started to annoy him. And that 'voices of mirth' had not stopped yet, or may never stop. Ever ....
"Did you see his face? It was priceless!" Legolas managed to choke out words between his giggles.
"Now, now, my prince! Let us not get too excited! We shall not find Lord Thranduil, if you do not calm yourself." A sigh came out of her lips. It was hard to find an elf that did not want to be found. What was it with him? Why was he acting so immature? "Where is he?" Exasperated. And THIS six-foot toddler was not helping at all.
"You should not have to worry so. He will return." At looooong last, Legolas was able to regain his composure, although due to lack of air because of the 'gleeful' episode, he looked rather undignified.
"How can I not worry? He left because of me. Because of my jest. I think, he is angry with me." She was on the edge of tears.
"No, he is not," said Legolas softly, trying to comfort her.
"Yes, he is." Louder.
"He is not."
"HE IS!!!" Now, her whole attitude really betrayed her ages.
"Why must you be so childish?" asked the prince in a weary sigh. Surely, he was not going to win this nonsensical debate. It happened before. His older brothers, Elladan, Elrohir, Arwen, and uncounted times with Aragorn. He never won.
"Childish? CHILDISH?!? I am not!!! I certainly shall not stand here and do nothing when being called CHILDISH by a YOUNGSTER!!!" Flame of rage burned the dampness of her teary eyes. 'Elf boy was going too far'.
Legolas' blue orbs widened unnaturally big for his delicate face. "A youngster?" He restrained a chuckle before it went to an outburst. "I am not young, believe me. Do not judge a book by its cover. Looks can deceive. I can assure you I am older than you."
"Older than me? Lad, I am nearly reach the fourth decade of my life. Now, tell me, how can you be older than me?" asked the lady, arms crossed in front of her chest.
"You mean, you are nearly forty?" Legolas frowned. She nodded and smiled smugly. "Lady, you are not even half my age." A matter of fact. After hearing the statement, her smile faded.
"Oh?" Then, came the thought. "Oooooh...." She blinked and smiled sheepishly, "Forgive me, good sir, for I am not aware of that." Of course, he was no human. She knew it for certain. She just forgot. "Please, do not be angry with me, sir!"
"Who says I am angry? And do not call me 'sir'. I have a name, you know." A bit exasperated.
"Oh, yes, of course, ...umm, mister ...uhh." Jaw dropped, she realized that Thranduil never actually finished the introduction. Her amber eyes looked at the elf.
"Ai, Eru! How silly of me!" His light laughter rang beautifully. "I believe I have not introduce myself. I am Legolas, Thranduil's youngest son." He bowed slightly.
"It is an honour to meet you, Your Highness. I am Organa Lafayette. I came from a village, not far from the woods."
"Well then, Lady Organa, would you mind assisting me in finding my father? It is getting late, and I am sure he would not be happy if he should miss lunch." A not-happy-Thranduil was disaster. After a moment, Legolas walked back to the palace. He knew that Thranduil had very limited hiding places. If he was not in the garden, he would be in his room or the throne room. No one dared to enter unless permitted. Few, but good hiding places.
"I shall help you. I too want to find the king." She followed the prince eagerly. A smile rose on her face. But there was something clouded her eyes that keen sight of elves did not see.
Shadow. Darkness. And evil.
TBC
Note:
This was supposed to be dark. Please tell me if it isn't.
About Organa, I'm sure you know who she is by now. The name was so obvious due to lack of creativity.
And one more thing, about Legolas' older brothers, does anyone know? Or, is Legolas an only child?
By mortalbeinganggip@centrin.net.id
Rating: PG-13 ...for safety reason
Disclaimer: Tolkien's. Not mine
Summary: Thranduil met a lady and fell in love with her. Things went bad when she revealed her true identity. But why was it always Legolas that got into trouble?
Warning: AU. Mild slash...later
English is not my mother language. Sorry for the false in grammar and lack of vocabulary.
Feedback: Pleeeeeeease!
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WHEN MAGIC INTERFERED
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CHAPTER I
=========
It was peaceful time in Middle-Earth. All was well after the One Ring was destroyed along with Sauron and his evil followers. The remaining fellowship returned to their homes. Everything was once again in perfect harmony, until ....
"You did WHAT?" A voice roared with rage. Legolas Greenleaf. On a bad day. The elf-king had summoned him to his chamber to discuss about something. Something he would not expect to come in times like these. Especially, from his father.
"I said, I met her a couple of months ago," King Thranduil repeated slowly as if talking to a child. There was a long pause, waiting for the other elf's response. When there was not any, he continued, "I think, I fell in love with her...." That was it. The prince could not help but to stare at his sire, jaw dropped in dismay. A couple of months? Only a couple of months, and he fell in love? That was fast. Usually, elves needed more time to develop certain feelings. And, Thranduil was not the most emotional and sensitive being. All creature of Middle-Earth knew.
"Legolas?" Seeing how badly he reacted, Thranduil felt a bit guilty. He was anxious that Legolas would be angry. Of course he would, for what kind of a father was he? A father who sought comfort in the arms of a woman, while his son was battling the Dark Lord?
No reply came out.
A knock on the door cracked the odd silence between them.
"Come in."
A guard named Lennan rushed in. He bowed deeply. "My Lord! The Lady has arrived. She is waiting in the main hall."
"Ah! She's here. Thank you, Lennan. You may leave," said Thranduil, unable to restrain his smile. Mirth flickered within his blue eyes. His inner light seemed to shine brighter than ever. Unexpected, the king grabbed his son's arm and dragged him along the way, ignoring the sounds of protest. He was too happy for that.
'She's here! She's here!' Those thoughts kept running round and round in his mind.
They strode along the corridor in hurry, almost running. "Ai! Ada, ...slow down!" A bit irritated, Legolas gasped. He nearly tripped himself for the third time.
Thranduil seemed not noticing. His heart beat grew more and more intense as they were closer to the main hall.
Precisely in front of the door of the main hall, Thranduil stopped in a sudden, then tried to calm down. Uneasiness floated in the air, Thranduil was sweating profusely. 'Curious', thought Legolas. Was it nervousness? If the prince remembered correctly, he saw the same symptom once, when Aragorn confessed his feeling to Arwen. Well, ...but that was Aragorn. This was Thranduil, for the love of the Valar. Even meeting Mandos himself would not make him so nervous. Very strange, indeed. Who was this lady, anyway? 'Was she good enough for my ada?' thought Legolas.
It was taking too long, Legolas had nearly lost his patience.
"Oh, Elbereth!" Seeing that Thranduil was not going to make a move, Legolas pushed the door and shoved the king inside, although not too hard.
There, in the center of light, stood a soft figure clad in dark green outfit. She was looking the other way, offering a beautiful sight of her long dark hair arranged in a simple thick braid. Contrast to Thranduil's light blond. Gently, Legolas elbowed his father's side, mouthing 'go on'.
Despite his nervousness, Thranduil stepped forward to welcome the guest.
"Ahem! Uh, ...welcome to ...um, ...g.good morn, Lady!" To this, Legolas only rolled his eyes. 'What was the old elf trying to do?'
She turned and smiled. "Good morn, my Lord!" Beautiful tanned skin seemed like glowing. A pair of amber orbs shone even brighter than sunlight upon their presence. "How fare you? And who might this pretty young elf be? Ah, my Lord! Surely, you haven't grown weary of me-this simple peasant woman-that you started falling for another?" A pained look on her face, but with lips trembled from restraining a smile. Legolas' eyes grew wide, shocked.
"Organa! I.I did not ...." Thranduil stuttered. But then, realization struck him after seeing the lady chuckled. "You, ...you jest!" Melodious laughter rang, light and clear. She had strange sense of humour. Similar to that of the twin lords of Imladris. Probably, Thranduil liked her because of it. True, there was no great love between Mirkwood and Rivendell. Elladan and Elrohir were exceptional. Especially to Legolas. They were dear to him.
"Why, your Highness! Did you really think I am serious? As if I have ever been." She clasped her hands in front of her chest, grinning and blinking rapidly. The king stared blankly at her. A muffled laughter coming from behind his back snapped him to reality. Legolas could not hold from laughing. She was hilarious. Thranduil glared dagger at his son, only to make the young elf laugh harder. Considering that this maniacal period of psychotic disorder cannot be cured even by the hands of Elrond, it was best to leave it alone. It would stop, eventually.
*****After a while*****
Bright was the day, as voices of mirth coloured the air. Even, the sky smiled at the two beings walking in the palace garden. Two so different, but also similar in some ways. A woman and an elf. The lady and the king, ...umm, no, that's the prince. Legolas, still giggling madly. Thranduil was not the most patient elf in Middle-Earth. He had just left, face reddened, away from them at the time the 'voices of mirth' started to annoy him. And that 'voices of mirth' had not stopped yet, or may never stop. Ever ....
"Did you see his face? It was priceless!" Legolas managed to choke out words between his giggles.
"Now, now, my prince! Let us not get too excited! We shall not find Lord Thranduil, if you do not calm yourself." A sigh came out of her lips. It was hard to find an elf that did not want to be found. What was it with him? Why was he acting so immature? "Where is he?" Exasperated. And THIS six-foot toddler was not helping at all.
"You should not have to worry so. He will return." At looooong last, Legolas was able to regain his composure, although due to lack of air because of the 'gleeful' episode, he looked rather undignified.
"How can I not worry? He left because of me. Because of my jest. I think, he is angry with me." She was on the edge of tears.
"No, he is not," said Legolas softly, trying to comfort her.
"Yes, he is." Louder.
"He is not."
"HE IS!!!" Now, her whole attitude really betrayed her ages.
"Why must you be so childish?" asked the prince in a weary sigh. Surely, he was not going to win this nonsensical debate. It happened before. His older brothers, Elladan, Elrohir, Arwen, and uncounted times with Aragorn. He never won.
"Childish? CHILDISH?!? I am not!!! I certainly shall not stand here and do nothing when being called CHILDISH by a YOUNGSTER!!!" Flame of rage burned the dampness of her teary eyes. 'Elf boy was going too far'.
Legolas' blue orbs widened unnaturally big for his delicate face. "A youngster?" He restrained a chuckle before it went to an outburst. "I am not young, believe me. Do not judge a book by its cover. Looks can deceive. I can assure you I am older than you."
"Older than me? Lad, I am nearly reach the fourth decade of my life. Now, tell me, how can you be older than me?" asked the lady, arms crossed in front of her chest.
"You mean, you are nearly forty?" Legolas frowned. She nodded and smiled smugly. "Lady, you are not even half my age." A matter of fact. After hearing the statement, her smile faded.
"Oh?" Then, came the thought. "Oooooh...." She blinked and smiled sheepishly, "Forgive me, good sir, for I am not aware of that." Of course, he was no human. She knew it for certain. She just forgot. "Please, do not be angry with me, sir!"
"Who says I am angry? And do not call me 'sir'. I have a name, you know." A bit exasperated.
"Oh, yes, of course, ...umm, mister ...uhh." Jaw dropped, she realized that Thranduil never actually finished the introduction. Her amber eyes looked at the elf.
"Ai, Eru! How silly of me!" His light laughter rang beautifully. "I believe I have not introduce myself. I am Legolas, Thranduil's youngest son." He bowed slightly.
"It is an honour to meet you, Your Highness. I am Organa Lafayette. I came from a village, not far from the woods."
"Well then, Lady Organa, would you mind assisting me in finding my father? It is getting late, and I am sure he would not be happy if he should miss lunch." A not-happy-Thranduil was disaster. After a moment, Legolas walked back to the palace. He knew that Thranduil had very limited hiding places. If he was not in the garden, he would be in his room or the throne room. No one dared to enter unless permitted. Few, but good hiding places.
"I shall help you. I too want to find the king." She followed the prince eagerly. A smile rose on her face. But there was something clouded her eyes that keen sight of elves did not see.
Shadow. Darkness. And evil.
TBC
Note:
This was supposed to be dark. Please tell me if it isn't.
About Organa, I'm sure you know who she is by now. The name was so obvious due to lack of creativity.
And one more thing, about Legolas' older brothers, does anyone know? Or, is Legolas an only child?