Nobody could comprehend what would have happened had Alagos not stopped when he heard his father approaching. Silently walking around the corner he waited and he knew that he was save as his father made no sign to go further then to Legola's room.
He dared not to blink while his mind raced. 'He would hear them' was Alagos only thought and with it his heart began to pound so hard that he feared his father might hear it. Just then he noticed that he had closed his eyes and stopped breathing. He sucked in the precious air as softly as he could and opened his eyes slowly.
Now that they were opened once more he saw his father reflected in one of the windows in front of him. There he stood in all his pride and cruel glory. Golden hair reaching down to his hips, delicately pointed ears that would hear even the slightest rustle and his eyes. Oh those eyes. Icy blue and piercing, making you freeze in fear. He could never look into them
as he feared that he would never be able to stand the cold glare.
After mere moments Thranduil was down the floor. The last thing Alagos saw was that his fathers hands were in tight fists and that his mouth was nothing more than a thin line.
He knew...
Alagos fought with himself. One part wanted nothing more then to run into Legolas' room, bringing his beloved brother far away from his own father but the other rational part of him knew that this was indeed no great idea as his brother would be worried sickly.
Instead he decided to tell Aragorn after the dinner maybe he knew how to get Legolas out of Mirkwood without his father being able to stop or later find him.
Silently he walked to his own chambers to think.
*
"Aragorn...you have not much time left!" an exhausted but happy Legolas told his lover who was curled up beside him. "See I only needed 45 minutes" Aragorn joked then getting out of bed. Quickly putting on his clothes he gave Legolas a kiss that said more then a
thousands words could. Then he left the room to meet up with his father and the king of Mirkwood and while wandering trough the wonderful halls he could not get that sinking feeling out of his heart.
Shrugging it off he went on, till he came to his destination. The kings private dining room. It was made of white marble with silver leafs neatly carved into it the ceiling and the walls around him. He could even see them on the floor though they were not as bright as the other one's.
Aragorn silently wondered if they were made of Mithrill when he saw them sparkle in the sun.
The table he spotted his foster father on was made of oak and was polished so much that he could see his reflection on it. Bowing down in front of the king he noticed that something had changed in the elves behaviour.
Never before had he seen such an ice cold stare as the king looked at him. Then he sat down.
*
Alagos paced trough his room still having found no way to prevent Legolas from being killed. He closed his eyes and sighed for the thousandth time this day. Yes this time Legolas made it. He finally made his father so angry that Alagos did not doubt would kill him and Legolas was absolute oblivious to the fact.
'Think faster' Alagos commanded himself, then after what seemed like an eternity to him he had an idea but if it would work was yet to find out.
*
Aragorn was glad that he was shooed out of the room by Lord Elrond as he could not stand that icy glare anymore. Wondering what he might have done wrong he wandered trough the halls, almost colliding with a very troubled Alagos.
"What is troubling you my dear friend?" he asked Legolas' older brother. "Oh Aragorn I was waiting for you please come with me!" Aragorn wasn't much interested as nothing was more interesting than his love. "Aragorn! It is urgent! Legolas might get hurt!" Now THAT was definitely catching the kings attention.
Without hesitation he followed Alagos to his chambers.
"What will happen to my fair prince?" Aragorn asked, curiosity lacing trough his voice and without any hesitation Alagos begun, "Before you visited Legolas I was with him
and I left because
I heard you coming and I was about to go to my room. I heard other footsteps which I identified as my father's
one's and..."Alagos couldn't speak further, fearing that someone could hear them. "Go on my friend" Aragorn urged him on and
Alagos continued in a hushed whisper, "he heard you and you don't know my father...I fear that this time he might kill Legolas!"
Alagos hoped that Aragorn would understand and to his relief he did.
"I believe you because I saw that icy glare your father gave me the whole time and now I know why he did, though do I have no idea on how to hold him back." Aragorn's mind was racing. He knew that the king of Mirkwood was indeed capable of doing this. He remembered the fair elven maiden on the floor just because she brought the wrong flowers and he could only guess what was in for Legolas now that his father found out about their love.
"We cannot hold him back! Legolas has to go with you! You must bring him to Lothlorién as my father would easily find him in Rivendell!" Aragorn sat back going trough everything that Alagos had dropped onto his shoulders. They had to flee and that soon or otherwise his love might get hurt by the one who is supposed to save him with his life...
Still deep in thought he nodded and left the room, hoping to find his father back in his chambers. He always helped his foster son but would he help him with that, too? After all bringing Legolas away from Mirkwood would cause quite a scene and in the worst way it could cause a war between their two kingdoms…
He dared not to blink while his mind raced. 'He would hear them' was Alagos only thought and with it his heart began to pound so hard that he feared his father might hear it. Just then he noticed that he had closed his eyes and stopped breathing. He sucked in the precious air as softly as he could and opened his eyes slowly.
Now that they were opened once more he saw his father reflected in one of the windows in front of him. There he stood in all his pride and cruel glory. Golden hair reaching down to his hips, delicately pointed ears that would hear even the slightest rustle and his eyes. Oh those eyes. Icy blue and piercing, making you freeze in fear. He could never look into them
as he feared that he would never be able to stand the cold glare.
After mere moments Thranduil was down the floor. The last thing Alagos saw was that his fathers hands were in tight fists and that his mouth was nothing more than a thin line.
He knew...
Alagos fought with himself. One part wanted nothing more then to run into Legolas' room, bringing his beloved brother far away from his own father but the other rational part of him knew that this was indeed no great idea as his brother would be worried sickly.
Instead he decided to tell Aragorn after the dinner maybe he knew how to get Legolas out of Mirkwood without his father being able to stop or later find him.
Silently he walked to his own chambers to think.
*
"Aragorn...you have not much time left!" an exhausted but happy Legolas told his lover who was curled up beside him. "See I only needed 45 minutes" Aragorn joked then getting out of bed. Quickly putting on his clothes he gave Legolas a kiss that said more then a
thousands words could. Then he left the room to meet up with his father and the king of Mirkwood and while wandering trough the wonderful halls he could not get that sinking feeling out of his heart.
Shrugging it off he went on, till he came to his destination. The kings private dining room. It was made of white marble with silver leafs neatly carved into it the ceiling and the walls around him. He could even see them on the floor though they were not as bright as the other one's.
Aragorn silently wondered if they were made of Mithrill when he saw them sparkle in the sun.
The table he spotted his foster father on was made of oak and was polished so much that he could see his reflection on it. Bowing down in front of the king he noticed that something had changed in the elves behaviour.
Never before had he seen such an ice cold stare as the king looked at him. Then he sat down.
*
Alagos paced trough his room still having found no way to prevent Legolas from being killed. He closed his eyes and sighed for the thousandth time this day. Yes this time Legolas made it. He finally made his father so angry that Alagos did not doubt would kill him and Legolas was absolute oblivious to the fact.
'Think faster' Alagos commanded himself, then after what seemed like an eternity to him he had an idea but if it would work was yet to find out.
*
Aragorn was glad that he was shooed out of the room by Lord Elrond as he could not stand that icy glare anymore. Wondering what he might have done wrong he wandered trough the halls, almost colliding with a very troubled Alagos.
"What is troubling you my dear friend?" he asked Legolas' older brother. "Oh Aragorn I was waiting for you please come with me!" Aragorn wasn't much interested as nothing was more interesting than his love. "Aragorn! It is urgent! Legolas might get hurt!" Now THAT was definitely catching the kings attention.
Without hesitation he followed Alagos to his chambers.
"What will happen to my fair prince?" Aragorn asked, curiosity lacing trough his voice and without any hesitation Alagos begun, "Before you visited Legolas I was with him
and I left because
I heard you coming and I was about to go to my room. I heard other footsteps which I identified as my father's
one's and..."Alagos couldn't speak further, fearing that someone could hear them. "Go on my friend" Aragorn urged him on and
Alagos continued in a hushed whisper, "he heard you and you don't know my father...I fear that this time he might kill Legolas!"
Alagos hoped that Aragorn would understand and to his relief he did.
"I believe you because I saw that icy glare your father gave me the whole time and now I know why he did, though do I have no idea on how to hold him back." Aragorn's mind was racing. He knew that the king of Mirkwood was indeed capable of doing this. He remembered the fair elven maiden on the floor just because she brought the wrong flowers and he could only guess what was in for Legolas now that his father found out about their love.
"We cannot hold him back! Legolas has to go with you! You must bring him to Lothlorién as my father would easily find him in Rivendell!" Aragorn sat back going trough everything that Alagos had dropped onto his shoulders. They had to flee and that soon or otherwise his love might get hurt by the one who is supposed to save him with his life...
Still deep in thought he nodded and left the room, hoping to find his father back in his chambers. He always helped his foster son but would he help him with that, too? After all bringing Legolas away from Mirkwood would cause quite a scene and in the worst way it could cause a war between their two kingdoms…
