Yaay! I finally managed to write a new chapter (along with two new
fics and the last chapter of another) on the nine-hour train ride home from
my grandparent's in New Brunswick. I'm so very proud. It kind of went
insane on me, but it's not my fault!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, although I'd like to.
To my reviewers:
Eck: It's a bit longer than the last one. Sorry it it's still not long enough. I'm doing my best!
Megan: There. I updated. Stop harassing me! I love you.
KaladynAmberelf: Don't worry. Leggy doesn't die. Although he does go pretty insane.
And now, for the story:
*****
"Legolas," Thranduil greeted his son, masking his fear. "Please, come in."
"Of course," Legolas agreed, shutting the door quietly behind him. Thranduil closed his eyes and exhaled softly before moving to the other side of the bed.
"What brings you here, my son?" he asked carefully.
"Something has come to my attention," Legolas announced, playing along.
"And what might that be?"
"You left dinner terribly early this evening, father," Legolas answered coldly. "As well as last night. In fact, I have seen very little of you for some time. It would seem you have been avoiding me."
"Do not be ridiculous, Legolas," Thranduil argued. "Why would I avoid my own son?"
"Why indeed, father?" Legolas questioned in a whisper. "Could it be because of this?" Without any warning, he slammed his fist with all his force into his father's stomach. Thranduil stepped back, doubled over and winded, but gave not so much as a hiss of pain.
"Why?" he finally gasped, the only sound he made.
"Why?" Legolas repeated, looking mildly surprised. "Nobody would wish to be ignored by their father." He grabbed Thranduil's arm and twisted it behind his back. He held his father in a breath-cutting grip, crushing his ribs. "You would not like it if I ignored you, now would you, father?" Legolas hissed in Thranduil's ear. When Thranduil didn't answer, he gripped him harder. "Would you?"
"Yes," Thranduil finally gasped in reply. Legolas cast him to the floor. He sat there, breathing heavily. "But that is not what I speak of. Why did you change, why did you let yourself succumb to evil? You are of the Eldar, Legolas. How did you become this monster?"
"How dare you speak to me in such a manner?" Legolas demanded. "Your own son."
"You are not my son," Thranduil answered. With a suppressed cry of rage, Legolas kicked his father in the left temple. "You are not my son," Thranduil repeated weakly, oblivious to the blood running down his face.
"Stop it," Legolas ordered sharply.
"My son was good, both of mind and heart," Thranduil continued. "You are a horrible monster, you bring pain and darkness and evil."
"I am giving you a final warning. Stop!" Legolas ordered, holding up his knife threateningly.
"You are not my son," Thranduil stated with a strength he did not feel as the hilt of the knife came down upon his head and all went black.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, although I'd like to.
To my reviewers:
Eck: It's a bit longer than the last one. Sorry it it's still not long enough. I'm doing my best!
Megan: There. I updated. Stop harassing me! I love you.
KaladynAmberelf: Don't worry. Leggy doesn't die. Although he does go pretty insane.
And now, for the story:
*****
"Legolas," Thranduil greeted his son, masking his fear. "Please, come in."
"Of course," Legolas agreed, shutting the door quietly behind him. Thranduil closed his eyes and exhaled softly before moving to the other side of the bed.
"What brings you here, my son?" he asked carefully.
"Something has come to my attention," Legolas announced, playing along.
"And what might that be?"
"You left dinner terribly early this evening, father," Legolas answered coldly. "As well as last night. In fact, I have seen very little of you for some time. It would seem you have been avoiding me."
"Do not be ridiculous, Legolas," Thranduil argued. "Why would I avoid my own son?"
"Why indeed, father?" Legolas questioned in a whisper. "Could it be because of this?" Without any warning, he slammed his fist with all his force into his father's stomach. Thranduil stepped back, doubled over and winded, but gave not so much as a hiss of pain.
"Why?" he finally gasped, the only sound he made.
"Why?" Legolas repeated, looking mildly surprised. "Nobody would wish to be ignored by their father." He grabbed Thranduil's arm and twisted it behind his back. He held his father in a breath-cutting grip, crushing his ribs. "You would not like it if I ignored you, now would you, father?" Legolas hissed in Thranduil's ear. When Thranduil didn't answer, he gripped him harder. "Would you?"
"Yes," Thranduil finally gasped in reply. Legolas cast him to the floor. He sat there, breathing heavily. "But that is not what I speak of. Why did you change, why did you let yourself succumb to evil? You are of the Eldar, Legolas. How did you become this monster?"
"How dare you speak to me in such a manner?" Legolas demanded. "Your own son."
"You are not my son," Thranduil answered. With a suppressed cry of rage, Legolas kicked his father in the left temple. "You are not my son," Thranduil repeated weakly, oblivious to the blood running down his face.
"Stop it," Legolas ordered sharply.
"My son was good, both of mind and heart," Thranduil continued. "You are a horrible monster, you bring pain and darkness and evil."
"I am giving you a final warning. Stop!" Legolas ordered, holding up his knife threateningly.
"You are not my son," Thranduil stated with a strength he did not feel as the hilt of the knife came down upon his head and all went black.