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This is dedicated to One Winged Angel's Lover, for she was the only person on this planet to send me a Valentine's card!
Fred: Errrrr
Bob: Weeeeeell….
Fred: must have got lost in the post…
Elendor: Yeah, whatever…
And also to Lady of Legolas, who don't leave me alone for five minutes, therefore I have to get my ass in gear to give her another chapter!
And my lovely Ilye, because without her I'd likely to be dead six feet under, for helping me when no one else would or could, and for generally being a great person!
To the gang at school who DIDN'T fall out with me, I owe those guys my life, thank you.
And why am I being so mushy? Here's your answer:
Happy Valentine's Day.
No One Cared
Chapter something or other (Sixteen! Ilye)
Haldir splashed water on his face; he had truly not meant to fall asleep, never mind sleep for such a long time. He wondered if Legolas thought he'd run off, then smiled to himself when he realised that Legolas would probably not have noticed he was gone. Still bouncing around Gandalf, no doubt.
Haldir had almost laughed himself to death when he had told Legolas who was there. Legolas had ran off and jumped on Gandalf's back, and the look on Gandalf's face…
He walked out of the bathroom and almost had a heart attack when he saw someone else in the room.
"Oh! Curonlas, what are you doing here?" he asked. The younger elf looked up and smiled.
"Just came to chat…"
"I locked the door…" Haldir said, beginning to get worried. He mentally slapped himself - why would he get worried over the weaker, younger elf? If Curonlas dared to try anything, he could easily overpower him and tie him up, then run…
Curonlas gave him a really evil-looking grin. "It still is locked. There's more than one way to enter a room, you know."
Haldir's head spun towards the window and saw it hanging open. 'Well, I'm going to feel safe sleeping tonight,' he though to himself, and turned back to look at the Elf sitting on his bed…Legolas' bed.
"Don't you know how to knock?"
"For some reason people never open the door to me…"
Haldir smirked; he could believe that.
"Look, I'm busy just now, can you come back later?" he told, rather than asked, the other Elf sternly.
Curonlas pouted. "Oh, but I have no one else to play with, Bunny. I'm all aloney. The girls are all after your brothers, the guys all went out hunting this morning when I was arranging my party, Ravenne is off somewhere doing naughty things and Legolas is running around after Gandie. Pleeeeeeeaaaaase?"
Curonlas fluttered his eyelashes and Haldir sighed. "I'm not having sex with you, Curonlas"
"There is so much more you can do without having to actually have sex, Bunny - it'll be fun! You've got to loosen up a bit!"
"No!" Haldir yelled at him. He had lost his temper with the young Elf; how many times did he have to be told?! "I am not like you, Curonlas, and I do not want to do anything like that with you! You really ought to learn to care about other people's feelings!"
Curonlas' shocked face soon turned to one of anger. "Care about others? CARE ABOUT OTHERS? Why should I? NO ONE CARED ABOUT ME! My father's one step away from insanity, and before you came Legolas was just like me. HE only cared for himself, he didn't care for anyone else. Do you know what it's like to be forever in your brother's shadow?" He snapped back at Haldir, glaring at him, then he raised his hands and started to count off check points.
"I'm not as funny as him, as smart as him, as good looking as him, as quick as him, as fierce as him, as good in bed as him, as brave as him, as bloody well loved and adored as him... Do you know what that's like? Do you?" he stopped, and smirked. "No, of course you don't, because you're too pure and good to experience JEALOUSY. You've never been made to feel guilty over the simple fact that you lived and your mother died! I bet you've never wished you were dead!"
"WHAT DO YOU KNOW?" Haldir screamed at him.
Curonlas sneered, there was some foreign emotion in his eyes. It wasn't a hateful look, but Haldir couldn't place it. But then again, he had never been looked at with pure, raw jealousy before.
"Oh really? Haldir didn't have the golden childhood we all thought he had? Lorien not as pure and good as you would have us believe?"
That was enough for Haldir. He had had it up to here with the boy, and he was about to snap. "YOU HAVE NO IDEA! YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ME! I'VE GOT SECRETS THAT WOULD MAKE YOUR SKIN CRAWL!"
It seemed that Curonlas was also going to snap. His light blue eyes flashed dangerously dark before he got off the bed to face Haldir "HAVE YOU EVER KILLED SOMEONE? HAVE ANY OF YOUR BROTHERS TOLD YOU THAT THEY WISH YOU WEREN'T BORN? HAVE YOU EVER SAT AT THE EDGE OF YOUR BED WITH A KNIFE IN YOUR HAND ONLY TO REALIZE THAT YOU'RE TOO CHICKEN TO END IT ALL?"
"MAYBE I HAVE!"
They stood staring each other out, chests heaving, anger and hate glistening in both pairs of eyes. Only anger and hate wasn't the only thing glistening in the blue pair.
Curonlas fell to the ground sobbing, and Haldir looked on in amazement. Curonlas cried? Wonders would never cease.
He went over to the Elf prince, who suddenly seemed so much younger and vulnerable. He sat beside Curonlas and patted his back awkwardly. He had never seen another Elf cry but himself, and he vigilantly prayed to whoever was listening that Curonlas wouldn't take his head up from his arms, because he knew how heartbreaking it was to see an Elf in such distress. He saw it every time his brothers tried to help him.
It took a minute for him to realise that Curonlas was mumbling through his sobs to him.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'll never ever bother you again, I'm sorry, don't tell, don't tell on me, don't tell I cried, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Valar forgive me, please…"
"Shhh..." Haldir put his arm around the younger Elf and let him cry all he wanted. Curonlas eventually cried himself to sleep. Haldir picked him up and lay him down on the bed, then pulled a chair up next to him and unwillingly fell asleep as well.
And that was how Legolas found them an hour later.
He picked up his sketchbook and drew his two favourite boys in the world together. They looked so peaceful; if only they could get on with one another. He wasn't going to ask how they got into this situation. For all his words, he loved his little brother, and without him he didn't know what he would do without the little minx trying to wind him up.
He put down his book when he was done and went to the bathroom to get a cloth; he dampened it and wiped the tear streaks from his brother's face, because heaven forbid that his little brother ever found out that Legolas knew he cried.
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I'm not sure why I wrote this, as it was not going to be in the fic at all, but I was drawing Curonlas the other day and fell in love with him, do you get what I mean? He's a poor little boy really…*sniff*
Next chapter should be longer. Give me a little time, as it will be hard to write; its going to be a horrible, cruel one and I'm sad to say that this story may not have a happy ending.
I'm thinking about the prequel now….hmmmmm….
Love you all as always
Elendor
Xxx
