Author Notes: This is my first Lotr fanfic so I am still testing here and there _^. As everyone know, I am a very poor girl therefore there is no way I can actually own something as sophisticated as Lotr.
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The Double Cross Chapter 2
Nighttime, Northern Mirkwood
Legolas Greenleaf stood on his balcony, looking down at the garden beneath him. The night air was cool and had a nice scent of the forest. He sighed wearily as he was about leave this wonderful place, his home. Soon, he'll be heading toward Rivendell where a great assembly will be taking place. In it, different people from different races will be joining. Middle Earth will never be the same based on the decisions made. He as the son of the King of Northern Mirkwood, Thranduil will be participating; acting both as the representative and as well as the messenger for his father. However, no matter how many times he traveled, he still dreads the feeling of leaving here. He turned around and began to enter his room. Moonlight poured into the room, giving his room a silvery touch. Although Elves don't need rest, laying on his bed helps him to calm down, to concentrate and to get prepare for upcoming events.
Legolas took off his shirt, letting the moon shine on him. He had a habit of not wearing anything on top during his sleep because he likes the feeling of the wind blowing on him. It felt as if the wind is hugging and comforting him, giving him a sense of peace. He laid on his bed, listening to the wind gently blowing. After putting his hands at the back of his head, Legolas slowly drifted off to sleep.
It was the slight difference in the air that woke him in the first place. His intuition kicked in and moved out of the way before an unknown object hit the end of his bed. He sat up on his bed, gripping his knife that lay on his desk tightly, he observed. The moon no longer illuminated the room. From what he could see, it looked like a wooden box with some kind of cravings on it. He first considered the possibility of it having something to do with the Dark Lord but dismissed it since His men can never make it through the Mirkwood without being noticed,-not to mention himself also. Now on full alert, Legolas moved toward the weird object.
BANG!!
Something heavy collided hard with his body, forcefully and successfully pinned him onto his bed. From the dark, he can see that it was a female body, a soaking wet female body to be exact. The woman was moaning and groaning and was shaking her head to try to be more awake. She was wearing something that resembles a coat; it was made some kind of shiny, smooth fabric that had a powerful smell. She got something on her hand…a whip!
Not giving the woman anytime to be sober, Legolas pushed her off from him and flipped her beneath him. He twisted her wrist forcing her to let go of her weapon. Cutting off the straps of the backpack on her back; he threw the pack out of the balcony. Who knows what she put in her bag, he is definitely not taking any chance for her to get anything out of it. Not until he determine whether she is a friend of foe.
"What the hell!!" the woman exclaimed in pain. From the sound of her voice, Legolas knew that if he immobilizes her quickly, he would lose his moment. However, the woman was not weak either. She got out of his hold before he could stop her. They were struggling now, with the woman trying to get the crazy 'rapist' off from her and with Legolas trying to immobilize her. They were in a tacit competition and both of them refuse to lose.
Legolas knew he can talk to her now, and then decide what to do with her. However, his ego refused him to do so. He will win the competition first; then talk to her after she has lost. They were rolling on the bed now, fighting like a child. They kicked the box off the bed, it hit the floor so loud that it probably even woke up the dead. But the two people responsible took no notice of it.
"Prince Legolas!!"
Someone had kicked open the door, lights flow into the room.
Legolas and the woman froze at the verge of trying to kill each other.
Silence…
Both turned their heads toward the open doorway unconsciously. There were at least twelve Royal Guards standing there. Each of them had their mouth opened in a surprise 'O', looking extremely ludicrous. Even so, he could not comprehend the reason for making that expression.
Legolas turned back to his own situation. He had her pinned down onto his bed. With his legs intertwined with hers, he prevented any chance of himself getting kicked. The woman had lost her ability to move anymore, except her hands, that is. Now, in the light, Legolas took a good look at the woman in front of him for the first time.
The coat the woman wore was now torn apart, revealing her undergarment. Her braided black hair looked as if a tornado had blown through it. Her hands were gripping his shoulder tightly as if her life was depended on it, which is true to some extend. She was panting hard from all the struggle and wrestling she went through. He, himself was not much better, his chest had been punched and scratched by her for several times and faint colours of red were starting to appear on his chest. Her wet body had smudged water droplets onto his body and onto his hair, giving him a sweaty look.
Then it clicked.
Just when the situation couldn't get any worse, King Thranduil decided that exact moment to step into Legolas' room.
"What is going...!" The King looked at Logolas with a blank expression for a moment, blinking and rubbing his eyes to confirm it is really his son. After convincing himself that he really is his son, he calmly signaled the Royal Guards to exit. King Thranduil gave a look to Legolas before closing the door gently behind him.
Damn.
"Excuse me, but can you get off me?"
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This is the end of the first chapter. I hope you'll enjoy it. Please humor me and review so I know what you think about it!!