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Power in the Shadows
(This one has nothing to do with my other Legolas FanFictions)
Type: Legolas Fic
Rating: R (Graphic war scenes; Inhumane Punishments)
Copyright: I don't own most of this.
Archive: I would be honored :)
Summary: AU-NO RING- Men and Elves in a battle for power, but there is an evil that manipulates the war in the shadows. Can Men and Elves stop the ultimate source of power? Or will the war destory them all?
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Chapter 21
Never Again
Even though Legolas left the twins behind, they did not let this drown their hopes of getting through to Legolas. They instead intended to try and earn his trust. They knew Legolas was conflicting with himself in the inside, and he needed to be helped before something Legolas didn't want happen.
But instead of finding Legolas themselves, Legolas came to them. He was looking at them, not showing any kind of emotion, but they could tell that he wanted to speak just by returning.
"Do you accept our invitation?" Elrohir asked.
"Yes," Legolas replied. "I think I would like to talk about it now..."
"Good," Elladan said, giving Legolas a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "But shall we find some place more private?"
"How about the Dining Hall?" Elrohir asked.
"That sounds like an excellent plan, brother," Elladan replied, trying to lift the heavy mood.
The elves casually walked to the Dining Hall and sat at the main long table. A servant came and asked them if they would require refreshments, and Elladan requested drinks for them all. When they arrived the conversation started, and the mood became more serious.
"Aduialaha and I had just befriended one another," Legolas told them out of the blue. "He became my only family... since the accident."
Elladan nodded his head, telling Legolas that he was doing good.
"He had never really thought much of me before no more than a month ago. He never noticed me... none did. I was the son that no one knew about. I constantly heard people speak of Thranduil's three sons, but I, the fourth, was never mentioned in their conversations. Not even my own father knew me," Legolas said, hands gripped tightly around his glass, lowering his head.
"Why?" Elrohir asked. "Why did people treat you in such a way?"
"I don't know," Legolas replied. "But Aduialaha suspected that I reminded Thranduil of my mother."
"You do bear quite a resemblance," Elladan replied, looking Legolas' face closely.
"So you don't think your father could bare to look at you?" Elrohir asked.
"He is not my father," Legolas replied, coldly. "But to answer your question, yes, that is what I have suspected."
"But why?" Elladan asked, not understanding why Thranduil would want to avoid his only remaining connection with his wife.
"And it probably didn't help that I was the one who brought my brother's body home for burial," Legolas said, not really listening to the two anymore. "I could tell in Thranduil's eyes that he blamed me."
"It is not your fault, Legolas!" Elladan told him, inching closer and almost demanding that Legolas understand what he was telling him. "It was out of Aduialaha's love for you that saved you. He loved you so much he gave his life for yours. You cannot waste his gift to you by blaming yourself for all eternity."
"You don not know what you speak of!" Legolas said, looking up from his glass, his pale face turning an angry red. "Do you know the last words that left my brother's mouth was? He... he..."
"Tell us, Legolas," Elrohir said, know that they were making progress.
"He told me that I looked like our mother," Legolas yelled, his lip quivering. "How do you think I can live with myself, knowing that my old family would look at me and regret it because of the painful memories?"
"Legolas!" Elladan yelled. "You are the one who does not understand! I would give anything for a face that resembles our mother! You are a gift and they have shown that they do not deserve you to be part of their family!"
"What are you saying?" Legolas asked.
"You have not been given credit where it is do," Elrohir replied. "They are so caught up in their own problems they fail to recognize what a gift you are."
"I am no gift," Legolas told them. "I am a demon to them! They can't stand me! I am ugly and do not deserve to go on in this world!"
"Stop it!" A voice from the other side of the room yelled.
It was the voice of Arwen...
"Stop this madness, Legolas," Arwen added on, walking quickly to him.
She reached him and anger spilled from her eyes like molten lava.
"You are not an ugly demon that only brings foul memories," she said. "You are beautiful in every aspect."
"I will not listen to this," Legolas told her and began to walk off.
"You could be scarred and dismemebered, but you will never be anything but beautiful, Legolas!" She yelled to his back.
Legolas stopped, turning and looking her in the eyes.
"I cannot believe that," he told her.
"Then you must have little faith," Elladan told him. "Because my sister has spoke nothing but the truth."
Legolas remained silent... how could he be sure they weren't lying to him...
He didn't know what to say... but he wasn't alone anymore...
He would never be alone... never again...
(A/N: Well... more bad news...
Hidden Archives of Middle-Earth denied me also... BUT I am not mad at all because they gave me a very logical reason why. It is because my story is too much of an A/U. I am very thankful that they told me this. I'm not sure if this is the same reason the other people denied me, but I don't care about those snobs anymore. They even complimented me on my writing, and said that it would definitely had been accepted if they characters were more like they were.
I love you Hidden Archives of Middle-Earth! ;)
More chapters coming! I am planing on another fic that is not A/U, and of course it will be Legolas based. ^^ )
Power in the Shadows
(This one has nothing to do with my other Legolas FanFictions)
Type: Legolas Fic
Rating: R (Graphic war scenes; Inhumane Punishments)
Copyright: I don't own most of this.
Archive: I would be honored :)
Summary: AU-NO RING- Men and Elves in a battle for power, but there is an evil that manipulates the war in the shadows. Can Men and Elves stop the ultimate source of power? Or will the war destory them all?
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Chapter 21
Never Again
Even though Legolas left the twins behind, they did not let this drown their hopes of getting through to Legolas. They instead intended to try and earn his trust. They knew Legolas was conflicting with himself in the inside, and he needed to be helped before something Legolas didn't want happen.
But instead of finding Legolas themselves, Legolas came to them. He was looking at them, not showing any kind of emotion, but they could tell that he wanted to speak just by returning.
"Do you accept our invitation?" Elrohir asked.
"Yes," Legolas replied. "I think I would like to talk about it now..."
"Good," Elladan said, giving Legolas a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "But shall we find some place more private?"
"How about the Dining Hall?" Elrohir asked.
"That sounds like an excellent plan, brother," Elladan replied, trying to lift the heavy mood.
The elves casually walked to the Dining Hall and sat at the main long table. A servant came and asked them if they would require refreshments, and Elladan requested drinks for them all. When they arrived the conversation started, and the mood became more serious.
"Aduialaha and I had just befriended one another," Legolas told them out of the blue. "He became my only family... since the accident."
Elladan nodded his head, telling Legolas that he was doing good.
"He had never really thought much of me before no more than a month ago. He never noticed me... none did. I was the son that no one knew about. I constantly heard people speak of Thranduil's three sons, but I, the fourth, was never mentioned in their conversations. Not even my own father knew me," Legolas said, hands gripped tightly around his glass, lowering his head.
"Why?" Elrohir asked. "Why did people treat you in such a way?"
"I don't know," Legolas replied. "But Aduialaha suspected that I reminded Thranduil of my mother."
"You do bear quite a resemblance," Elladan replied, looking Legolas' face closely.
"So you don't think your father could bare to look at you?" Elrohir asked.
"He is not my father," Legolas replied, coldly. "But to answer your question, yes, that is what I have suspected."
"But why?" Elladan asked, not understanding why Thranduil would want to avoid his only remaining connection with his wife.
"And it probably didn't help that I was the one who brought my brother's body home for burial," Legolas said, not really listening to the two anymore. "I could tell in Thranduil's eyes that he blamed me."
"It is not your fault, Legolas!" Elladan told him, inching closer and almost demanding that Legolas understand what he was telling him. "It was out of Aduialaha's love for you that saved you. He loved you so much he gave his life for yours. You cannot waste his gift to you by blaming yourself for all eternity."
"You don not know what you speak of!" Legolas said, looking up from his glass, his pale face turning an angry red. "Do you know the last words that left my brother's mouth was? He... he..."
"Tell us, Legolas," Elrohir said, know that they were making progress.
"He told me that I looked like our mother," Legolas yelled, his lip quivering. "How do you think I can live with myself, knowing that my old family would look at me and regret it because of the painful memories?"
"Legolas!" Elladan yelled. "You are the one who does not understand! I would give anything for a face that resembles our mother! You are a gift and they have shown that they do not deserve you to be part of their family!"
"What are you saying?" Legolas asked.
"You have not been given credit where it is do," Elrohir replied. "They are so caught up in their own problems they fail to recognize what a gift you are."
"I am no gift," Legolas told them. "I am a demon to them! They can't stand me! I am ugly and do not deserve to go on in this world!"
"Stop it!" A voice from the other side of the room yelled.
It was the voice of Arwen...
"Stop this madness, Legolas," Arwen added on, walking quickly to him.
She reached him and anger spilled from her eyes like molten lava.
"You are not an ugly demon that only brings foul memories," she said. "You are beautiful in every aspect."
"I will not listen to this," Legolas told her and began to walk off.
"You could be scarred and dismemebered, but you will never be anything but beautiful, Legolas!" She yelled to his back.
Legolas stopped, turning and looking her in the eyes.
"I cannot believe that," he told her.
"Then you must have little faith," Elladan told him. "Because my sister has spoke nothing but the truth."
Legolas remained silent... how could he be sure they weren't lying to him...
He didn't know what to say... but he wasn't alone anymore...
He would never be alone... never again...
(A/N: Well... more bad news...
Hidden Archives of Middle-Earth denied me also... BUT I am not mad at all because they gave me a very logical reason why. It is because my story is too much of an A/U. I am very thankful that they told me this. I'm not sure if this is the same reason the other people denied me, but I don't care about those snobs anymore. They even complimented me on my writing, and said that it would definitely had been accepted if they characters were more like they were.
I love you Hidden Archives of Middle-Earth! ;)
More chapters coming! I am planing on another fic that is not A/U, and of course it will be Legolas based. ^^ )