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((Some Years Later.))
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((Mirkwood))
"I do not wish to go to Rivendell."
"Why, Legolas?"
The youngest son of Thranduil shrugged. The king sighed as he halted his packing before turning to face his child.
"It is nothing too important."
"Nothing too important? 'Tis an important occasion young Legolas."
"It's a feast in celebration for Estel's return to the throne, is it not?"
"Yes," Thranduil began slowly. "But it is also to honor his betrothal."
Legolas's head snapped up, looking at his father directly in the eyes. "His what?"
"You did not know?"
The young prince suddenly felt very dizzy, he gripped on a branch of a nearby tree, resting the majority of his weight on it. His throat suddenly became very parched and dry. He swallowed hard as his vision started to go out of focus and blur slightly.
"Legolas?"
His father's voice seemed distant and muffled. Legolas rested his forehead on the smooth bark of the tree. His breathing was becoming quick and shallow. His chest was starting to tighten.
"Legolas?" the voice continued with much concern and yet it sounded even further away than before.
A whirling noise started to drown out the remainder of Thranduil's voice and suddenly everything went black. Tharanduil was just about to reach for his son's shoulder before the young elf fainted. Moving quickly, the king managed to catch his child before he fell to the ground. Suddenly afraid, Thranduil called for all his servants to alert the healers. He rested a hand on Legolas's cold, clammy cheek.
"Dear valar, let it not be grief that consumes him."
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"Father?"
Thranduil turned around, breathing a sigh of relief as he saw his son blink wearily back at him. Slowly, the young prince rose into a sitting position, resting his back on the bedpost. Thranduil moved forward sitting beside Legolas.
"Who is it?"
"Who is who?"
"Who is Estel's-" he trailed off, he couldn't bring himself to finish the question he so desperately wanted to be answered.
"Oh." He grimaced, maybe now was not a good time to tell him.
"Father."
"It is Arwen."
The older elf felt his son tense beneath him. His heart broke, and he knew, as much as he would deny it, that his youngest son was in love with the man.
Legolas clenched his eyes shut. He should have known it would be the beautiful Evenstar. His body shuddered as he attempted to hold his grief inside. He had not cried in many centuries, especially not in front of his father.
"Let it out, Legolas." Wise Thranduil advised. "Do not bottle it up, my child."
With the permission of his father, Legolas began to weep softly at first before sobbing uncontrollably into Thranduil's shoulder. The father/son moment was soon interrupted as hordes of healers began re-entering the room as word of the prince's wake got around. Thranduil was soon ushered out into the hallway while the healer's attempted to 'cure' Legolas.
Thranduil rested his forehead on the closed, wooden door of Legolas's room, eyes closed. For one heart-breaking moment he had thought he had lost Legolas. For an instant he had thought his youngest son was to die in his arms. The healers would find no cure for his beloved child, as his 'cure' was hundreds of miles away, bound to another.
"Aragorn," the king spoke out loudly to nobody. "What have you done to him?"
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((Rivendell))
Aragorn stood alone on the balcony of his room, looking down at the panicking elves scattering around with their last minute ideas for the wedding. He sighed. It wasn't one of relief and contentment, but one of confusion and, strangely enough, pain. It had seemed like just yesterday when he was simply Estel, son of Elrond but now, now he was Aragorn, son of Arathorn, heir of Isuldir and Gondor's one true king.
He didn't quite understand. He always wanted to know who he really was, where he came from, but now that he did, he wished Elrond had never told him. Maybe ignorance was bliss. To top it all off, he was to marry the Evenstar, the perfect elf-maiden who was willing to give up her immortality to live one life by his side. He should have been grateful, he should have been honored, he should have felt lov,e but he felt none of these things.
But he should be complete right? He knew his heritage, his future. He had a beautiful wife who was loyal and devoted, who would produce him many heirs, but the man still felt unfinished. He felt there were still pieces missing from his 'perfect' life. It had all happened to fast. Before he knew it, the wedding was days away and Aragorn could not help but feel incredibly trapped and lost.
There was a knock on the door before it swung open. Aragorn turned to see his foster father standing before him. His face, like all other elves, held very little emotion, a trait Aragorn still had yet to master. They said nothing as they just stared at one another, as if mentally exchanging thoughts.
"Aragorn." The Elven lord finally said. Aragorn. That name still seemed strange to the man. He grew up as Estel, and now abruptly he was 'Aragorn.' "I know how you must feel. So let me just tell you, there is still time."
Aragorn stared blankly back. Still time for what? However, he didn't orally ask the question, not wanting to sound stupid in front of the man he once called father.
Elrond sighed. He hated when the man was like this, whenever he was lost or confused he would never ask questions or wonder why this was happening. He'd just do it, without another thought. Now was the time for Aragorn to stand, to demand answers and refuse to do matters without reason. How was he supposed to help him if he did not ask for it? Defeated, Elrond turned to leave the room before briefly pausing at the doorway.
"I hope you find what you are looking for."
Then the Elven lord disappeared, leaving behind an even more puzzled Aragorn.
"What am I looking for?" he quietly asked himself in the silence of his room.
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(( Mirkwood ))
"I refuse to let you go!" King Thranduil's mighty voice thundered loudly, echoing across the entire palace as passing elves winced. However, the one elf that stood defiantly in front of the Mirkwood king did not even flinch.
"I want to go." His voice was softer, his tone less harsh, but held irreproachable defiance.
"You will not." Thranduil, lowered his voice slightly. "I can not let you."
"Why?"
"You almost died, Legolas!"
The younger elf turned away, ashamed. "What would Estel think if I did not turn up to one of the most important days of his life?"
"What would he say if you collapsed right then and there?"
Legolas gritted his teeth. He suddenly discovered where he had inherited his stubbornness. "He is my friend."
Thranduil looked at Legolas, his dark blue eyes scrutinizing the little emotion Legolas showed. "Is he?"
"Yes." Legolas replied plainly. "What else could we be?"
"Legolas, how stupid do you think I am?" The young prince wisely chose not to answer. "Do you know why you fell unconscious?" Still Legolas said nothing. "Because of grief. The one thing besides a steel blade in battle that can kill an elf. And do you know what is the cause of grief, Legolas?"
Legolas swallowed hard, still refusing to meet his father's gaze. "A broken heart."
"Aye," Thranduil nodded, his voice was kinder, gentler and warmer as he rested a reassuring hand on his son's shoulder. "A broken heart." He repeated.
Legolas could not longer ignore it, especially not with the answer staring him right in the face.
He loved Estel.
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((Rivendell))
"Lord Elrond, news from Mirkwood."
Aragorn's eyes pricked at the sound of Mirkwood. A messenger elf knelt before the Elven lord, handing over the message. Elrond soon dismissed the messenger and began to read, in silence. After a few moments Aragorn could no longer stand the suspense.
"What does it say?" his lone voice echoed the hall, where the last minute decorations were being put up.
Elrond raised a dark eyebrow, before a smile of amusement spread across his face. "Tis nothing important, Aragorn. Just the list for who is attending the ceremony."
The impatient man waited but Elrond said nothing more. "Who is coming?" The annoyance in his voice was clear.
"King Thranduil." Elrond paused. "And," Aragorn took a step forward, as Elrond glanced at the message again. "Oh, yes how could I forget." The man took another step forward. "Prince Legolas."
Aragorn had to use all of his self-control to prevent himself from jumping up and down screaming with joy. It would not be especially appropriate. However, the Rivendell lord managed to see the contentment radiate from his adopted son.
"You look pleased."
"I-I I am." The man stammered quickly. "He is my friend, I have not seen him for many years. I was hoping he would come."
Elrond raised his eyebrow questioningly. "So was I." He finally said, eyeing the future Gondor king with silent amusement.
There was still time.
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((Some Years Later.))
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((Mirkwood))
"I do not wish to go to Rivendell."
"Why, Legolas?"
The youngest son of Thranduil shrugged. The king sighed as he halted his packing before turning to face his child.
"It is nothing too important."
"Nothing too important? 'Tis an important occasion young Legolas."
"It's a feast in celebration for Estel's return to the throne, is it not?"
"Yes," Thranduil began slowly. "But it is also to honor his betrothal."
Legolas's head snapped up, looking at his father directly in the eyes. "His what?"
"You did not know?"
The young prince suddenly felt very dizzy, he gripped on a branch of a nearby tree, resting the majority of his weight on it. His throat suddenly became very parched and dry. He swallowed hard as his vision started to go out of focus and blur slightly.
"Legolas?"
His father's voice seemed distant and muffled. Legolas rested his forehead on the smooth bark of the tree. His breathing was becoming quick and shallow. His chest was starting to tighten.
"Legolas?" the voice continued with much concern and yet it sounded even further away than before.
A whirling noise started to drown out the remainder of Thranduil's voice and suddenly everything went black. Tharanduil was just about to reach for his son's shoulder before the young elf fainted. Moving quickly, the king managed to catch his child before he fell to the ground. Suddenly afraid, Thranduil called for all his servants to alert the healers. He rested a hand on Legolas's cold, clammy cheek.
"Dear valar, let it not be grief that consumes him."
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"Father?"
Thranduil turned around, breathing a sigh of relief as he saw his son blink wearily back at him. Slowly, the young prince rose into a sitting position, resting his back on the bedpost. Thranduil moved forward sitting beside Legolas.
"Who is it?"
"Who is who?"
"Who is Estel's-" he trailed off, he couldn't bring himself to finish the question he so desperately wanted to be answered.
"Oh." He grimaced, maybe now was not a good time to tell him.
"Father."
"It is Arwen."
The older elf felt his son tense beneath him. His heart broke, and he knew, as much as he would deny it, that his youngest son was in love with the man.
Legolas clenched his eyes shut. He should have known it would be the beautiful Evenstar. His body shuddered as he attempted to hold his grief inside. He had not cried in many centuries, especially not in front of his father.
"Let it out, Legolas." Wise Thranduil advised. "Do not bottle it up, my child."
With the permission of his father, Legolas began to weep softly at first before sobbing uncontrollably into Thranduil's shoulder. The father/son moment was soon interrupted as hordes of healers began re-entering the room as word of the prince's wake got around. Thranduil was soon ushered out into the hallway while the healer's attempted to 'cure' Legolas.
Thranduil rested his forehead on the closed, wooden door of Legolas's room, eyes closed. For one heart-breaking moment he had thought he had lost Legolas. For an instant he had thought his youngest son was to die in his arms. The healers would find no cure for his beloved child, as his 'cure' was hundreds of miles away, bound to another.
"Aragorn," the king spoke out loudly to nobody. "What have you done to him?"
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((Rivendell))
Aragorn stood alone on the balcony of his room, looking down at the panicking elves scattering around with their last minute ideas for the wedding. He sighed. It wasn't one of relief and contentment, but one of confusion and, strangely enough, pain. It had seemed like just yesterday when he was simply Estel, son of Elrond but now, now he was Aragorn, son of Arathorn, heir of Isuldir and Gondor's one true king.
He didn't quite understand. He always wanted to know who he really was, where he came from, but now that he did, he wished Elrond had never told him. Maybe ignorance was bliss. To top it all off, he was to marry the Evenstar, the perfect elf-maiden who was willing to give up her immortality to live one life by his side. He should have been grateful, he should have been honored, he should have felt lov,e but he felt none of these things.
But he should be complete right? He knew his heritage, his future. He had a beautiful wife who was loyal and devoted, who would produce him many heirs, but the man still felt unfinished. He felt there were still pieces missing from his 'perfect' life. It had all happened to fast. Before he knew it, the wedding was days away and Aragorn could not help but feel incredibly trapped and lost.
There was a knock on the door before it swung open. Aragorn turned to see his foster father standing before him. His face, like all other elves, held very little emotion, a trait Aragorn still had yet to master. They said nothing as they just stared at one another, as if mentally exchanging thoughts.
"Aragorn." The Elven lord finally said. Aragorn. That name still seemed strange to the man. He grew up as Estel, and now abruptly he was 'Aragorn.' "I know how you must feel. So let me just tell you, there is still time."
Aragorn stared blankly back. Still time for what? However, he didn't orally ask the question, not wanting to sound stupid in front of the man he once called father.
Elrond sighed. He hated when the man was like this, whenever he was lost or confused he would never ask questions or wonder why this was happening. He'd just do it, without another thought. Now was the time for Aragorn to stand, to demand answers and refuse to do matters without reason. How was he supposed to help him if he did not ask for it? Defeated, Elrond turned to leave the room before briefly pausing at the doorway.
"I hope you find what you are looking for."
Then the Elven lord disappeared, leaving behind an even more puzzled Aragorn.
"What am I looking for?" he quietly asked himself in the silence of his room.
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(( Mirkwood ))
"I refuse to let you go!" King Thranduil's mighty voice thundered loudly, echoing across the entire palace as passing elves winced. However, the one elf that stood defiantly in front of the Mirkwood king did not even flinch.
"I want to go." His voice was softer, his tone less harsh, but held irreproachable defiance.
"You will not." Thranduil, lowered his voice slightly. "I can not let you."
"Why?"
"You almost died, Legolas!"
The younger elf turned away, ashamed. "What would Estel think if I did not turn up to one of the most important days of his life?"
"What would he say if you collapsed right then and there?"
Legolas gritted his teeth. He suddenly discovered where he had inherited his stubbornness. "He is my friend."
Thranduil looked at Legolas, his dark blue eyes scrutinizing the little emotion Legolas showed. "Is he?"
"Yes." Legolas replied plainly. "What else could we be?"
"Legolas, how stupid do you think I am?" The young prince wisely chose not to answer. "Do you know why you fell unconscious?" Still Legolas said nothing. "Because of grief. The one thing besides a steel blade in battle that can kill an elf. And do you know what is the cause of grief, Legolas?"
Legolas swallowed hard, still refusing to meet his father's gaze. "A broken heart."
"Aye," Thranduil nodded, his voice was kinder, gentler and warmer as he rested a reassuring hand on his son's shoulder. "A broken heart." He repeated.
Legolas could not longer ignore it, especially not with the answer staring him right in the face.
He loved Estel.
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((Rivendell))
"Lord Elrond, news from Mirkwood."
Aragorn's eyes pricked at the sound of Mirkwood. A messenger elf knelt before the Elven lord, handing over the message. Elrond soon dismissed the messenger and began to read, in silence. After a few moments Aragorn could no longer stand the suspense.
"What does it say?" his lone voice echoed the hall, where the last minute decorations were being put up.
Elrond raised a dark eyebrow, before a smile of amusement spread across his face. "Tis nothing important, Aragorn. Just the list for who is attending the ceremony."
The impatient man waited but Elrond said nothing more. "Who is coming?" The annoyance in his voice was clear.
"King Thranduil." Elrond paused. "And," Aragorn took a step forward, as Elrond glanced at the message again. "Oh, yes how could I forget." The man took another step forward. "Prince Legolas."
Aragorn had to use all of his self-control to prevent himself from jumping up and down screaming with joy. It would not be especially appropriate. However, the Rivendell lord managed to see the contentment radiate from his adopted son.
"You look pleased."
"I-I I am." The man stammered quickly. "He is my friend, I have not seen him for many years. I was hoping he would come."
Elrond raised his eyebrow questioningly. "So was I." He finally said, eyeing the future Gondor king with silent amusement.
There was still time.
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