A/N: Yes, it's me! Sorry my writing's so irregular but I'm going through third year exams right now (I'm so young, *sigh*) so everything's fucked, but hey, its all good. Holidays are 20 sleeps away! Yaaaaaaay! I think I might get this finished before then, but I have so many little plans running round my brain yelling, "Look at me, look at me! I'm a thought for a story!!!!" Then I'll work on two sides as well, because I had such plans for that, and it's been about a year since I wrote a chapter, literally!
Bob: Oh how we've watched her grow!
That's right people, when I started writing here I was an ickle 13 year old! Imagine!
As always thanks to Ilye, the best Beta in the world and teen long friend, love you baby!!!!!
Enough, on with the show!
Haldir gasped; he was virtually frozen to the spot. The fear that had multiplied inside of him during the short time since he had first laid eyes on his tormentor was immeasurable, and he was shaking uncontrollably.
'You!' he managed to stutter. He repositioned himself so that he was kneeling on the bed, his back against the wall.
'Is that any way to greet an old friend?' Rhoan asked him in an innocent voice. However, the glint in his black eyes told Haldir that he was anything but.
'What do you mean by this, by coming here?' Haldir's voice broke a little as he said it. Rhoan smirked.
'I merely thought it pleasant if we had a little… reunion, so to speak - pick up where we so hurriedly left off.'
'What you did to me back then was unforgivable...you stole the most part of my childhood away from me. I wont let you do it again!' He paused. 'All I have to do is scream and this place will be crawling with guards.'
Rhoan sneered and leaned casually on Legolas' desk by the door. 'You really think so? All the guards are drunk and the party - I use the word 'party' loosely - and even then the music would drown out any scream to come from your pretty mouth.' He stopped to ponder something, then added, 'Please note that I also use the word 'music' loosely.'
Haldir panicked, for Rhoan had seen through his bluff. He had to steer the subject, find an escape route. The window seemed to be the only option, but Rhoan would follow him and then he would be alone in the dark with the madman.
'What sort of music do you like, then?' he asked franticly, Rhoan smiled, but it was not a pleasant one.
'Oh, I don't know really… the pleas of the innocent have always sounded beautiful to my ears.' He advanced on Haldir, causing him to move further back onto the bed. Haldir was quite literally on his back now.
'I am hardly an innocent now, sir, and am no longer a child,' he stuttered. He couldn't bring himself to say 'Rhoan' and the dark-haired elf's sadistic grin had grown when he was called sir.
'But in so many ways you are, Haldir, in so many ways you are. Look at yourself: you are so skittish, and your face has yet to lose its innocent childlike roundness.' He was on the bed now too, and a hand went out to grab Haldir's collar. 'You are the embodiment of innocence, and I crave it.'
'Please, don't, I'll do anything, but please not this again, I still think of last time...' Haldir's eyes were closed and his voice pleading. A few tears had already escaped and were slowly running down his face.
'That's right, baby boy, beg," Rhoan said, licking one of the salty drops away. 'But that doesn't mean I'll give in to you.' He licked again, this time at Haldir's quivering lower lip. 'However tempting your offer may be.'
'Why always me?'
'There must be something about you, Little Star, something about your taste...' He bit down hard on Haldir's neck, causing the young elf to cry out in pain and a crimson trickle to run down into the collar of his shirt. 'Now, we can't have that, can we? Red spoiling your lovely white clothes...take them off.'
Haldir didn't move, so Rhoan struck him hard on the face.
'I said take them off! Don't make me get angry with you, elfling.' His voice had a warning tone to it that made Haldir think of a parent reprimanding a very small child. He did as he was told, pulling his tunic over his head and unbuttoning his shirt. His face burned, and not only because of the slap.
'Good boy!' Rhoan laughed mockingly, his forefinger running along the scar on Haldir's chest he had caused a thousand years ago. 'Ah, look, my calling card...' he seemed to say absentmindedly. 'Open your eyes, boy!'
'Legolas will make you pay for this,' Haldir said between gritted teeth.
'Are you sure? I'm not - right now his dear friends are, shall we say, cheering him up over the loss of his newest bed partner.
Tell me, was he any good? Can he make you scream as much as I can?'
'I don't believe you,' Haldir hissed, hoping his fears that it might be true didn't show up in his voice.
'See for yourself,' Rhoan said, rather bored, and held out his right hand. A small ball of energy gathered itself there and in it came the image of the prince being indeed very cheered up by his loyal subjects. Haldir closed his eyes again and moaned in distress.
'I don't believe it, it's an illusion!'
'But can you be sure?'
Haldir opened his brilliant, glistening hazel eyes and looked straight into Rhoan's great black empty ones, before throwing his arms around the Elf and sobbing into his chest.
'Shhh, there there, I told you Legolas was bad news, remember? I warned you not to love him,' Rhoan whispered soothingly, but the expression on his face would have made any living thing terrified. He was grinning almost comically and staring into space, but the look in his ageless eyes was smug, self assured and triumphant. If he had stopped talking then he might have taken Haldir willingly, but as it was, he didn't.
'Besides, it isn't as though the prince of Mirkwood would give up the throne for a silly little border guard with an infatuation, is it?'
Haldir tore himself away from Rhoan.
'But he has.'
'What?' the smile faded from Rhoan's face.
'He has, he's given up the throne. He gave it up for me, he loves me.'
'Lies, Haldir, lies!'
Haldir saw through Rhoan's flustered voice in an instant. He threw out his hands and slapped the dark-haired Elf across the face, scratching down with his nails.
'You're the liar! You deceived me, you deceived me again!'
Rhoan felt his face, and felt the blood. 'So my little kitten does have little claws!' he laughed. 'Yes, I deceived you, like I did last time - remember the lake Haldir? Your first kiss? Of course you do...'
'I was young, you have no right to use that against me! You are a crook and a liar and a rapist!'
'Haldir, your words hurt me! Now, roll over!'
'NO! Go away, Rhoan, I cant stand you! What is your problem! I could have fallen in love with you back then, you know that? I almost did, you would have had me anyway! But now I cant even look at you!'
'Haldir, you're irritating me now...'
'I HATE YOU, YOU'RE SCUM!'
'RIGHT!' Rhoan flattened himself against Haldir pinning him down; Haldir screamed in one final attempt to rouse someone, just before Legolas came crashing through the door.
'GET YOUR HANDS OFF HIM, YOU MONSTER!' Legolas screamed out before grabbing Rhoan off of him and throwing him onto the floor. 'You don't know how long I've waited to get my Star's revenge on you, Rhoan, you have no idea!' Legolas' fist collided with Rhoan's face in a colossal shower of blood. Rhoan cried out and tried in vain to struggle away from the bigger elf.
'Get off me, elfling scum!' he hissed up at him. Legolas laughed bitterly, and looked over to Haldir.
It happened all too quickly. The revulsion that they saw in each other, the wine was still coursing in their veins; it gave Rhoan all the time he needed to knock Legolas off him and run out the door. Luckily, Curonlas and some Mirkwood guards were just coming up the corridor.
'Right,' Curonlas said, wishing he was looking through sober eyes. 'Let's get this sorted out,shall we?'
Ah, the second last chapter, eh? Cool….
Guess what, guess what?!?!?! My B-day on the 6th July!!!!! Small gifts and/or cards excepted (lol) I shall be pristine fifteen!
(one more year and it's legal!).
Also, and I can feel a million LOTR troopers who hate HP glaring at me as I type (spesh Ilye, who's leading the angry mob pitchfork in hand) but if you do like Harry Potter will you do me a fave and read my fic "Poisoned Letters"? Ta muchly.
Love, peace and Sour skittles
Elendor
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