Mike: I just finished Blood and Gold. Being the oh so organized person I am I found it before I found Armand so I just finished it and now I'm reading Armand…Lestat kicks ass too. They completely screwed up the story line in the queen of the damned movie, it would have been so much better if they'd kept to it…no matter how hot Lestat was…coincidentally the same guy who was going to be Aragorn in the movie…I've decided I belong to Daniel and Armand(mostly Armand) lol and my friend Sophie said she belongs to Lestat and Nikki. Anyways…after that obsession…getting on…it's just been sooo long since I've come across someone who reads the vampire chronicles…kinda sad isn't it? Since they're all bestsellers? Sorry…

Thanks a million for all the awesome reviews…I'm so glad you guys actually like my story :) I don't like it that much. I used to write Vampire Chronicle stories and band stories….and I'm so completely devoted to Angst. So pardon me…it's not as good as it could be I guess. But anyone who wants to put it on their site is welcome, as long as they post my e-mail address.

Legolas hadn't moved. He was still in the same position he had been in for fifteen minutes at least. Tingling in his lower limbs signaled that it had been too long since he had moved and sighing, the Prince slowly began to straighten out, a small groan escaping his lips. The anger still lingered and without stopping to think he reached out and took a glass vial from the small round table beside the bed. Elrond had prepared a sleeping draught for him the previous evening.

Legolas raised the vial above his head momentarily, with the intention of sending it to join the vase that now lay shattered on the floor. For reasons unknown he stopped, though he kept a firm grip around the cool surface. His had shook as the force of his grip increased and then with a muffled crinkling sound the vial broke. Legolas let out a sharp wince as the jagged shards tore at his skin and threw down the vial in defeat. A warm sensation in the palm of his hand alerted him to the fact that blood now streamed down his hand in small rivulets. The drops made no noise as they hit the floor and spread themselves into a shape akin to a flower. The Prince watched the progress for a moment silently before realizing that he needed to stop the bleeding.

Curses rolled of his tongue in a steady stream as he glanced around the room in search of something with which to bind it. Finding nothing he raised his hand slightly and then began to examine the injuries. The most significant of the gashes ran down the palm of his hand. The vibrant red blood was a startling contrast against the alabaster of his skin and he wrinkled his nose as a small pulse of pain emanated from it.

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Elrond stared with obvious anger at the men before him. They were bound tightly and the two Elves who held them showed no sign of relenting their tight hold on the mortals. " How came you to Imladris." Elrond demanded, fury flashing within his ancient eyes.

" That is none of your business." The man on the right sneered. His dirty brown hair was matted against his forehead and dirt covered his skin, so much so that it was barely possible to see the skin underneath. Elrond crossed his arms impatiently.

" It would perhaps be in your interest to cooperate because unless I can get knowledge of the present situation my realm faces from you I will simply kill you and talk to your comrade. If that fails then I am sure to find another arrival eventually." The words did nothing to change the man's apparent disrespect but Elrond could see a fear in the second man's eyes and smiled. Confusion showed clearly across the two men's faces. "Earello." He said addressing the tall brunette Elf who held the first man. The Elf nodded in acknowledgment. " Take him away…I wish to speak with the other one first."

" Of course Lord Elrond." Was the answer and then the Elf twisted the man back around and pulled him out of the room. The door slammed shut behind them with a thud. The remaining man looked up at Elrond fearfully.

" Now I believe you to be much more intelligent than your friend, and I was hoping that perhaps you can make the right choice, not only for me but for yourself…"

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"Swallow your pride brother and apologize." Elrohir pushed Aragorn gently towards Legolas' door. Aragorn looked back at him pleadingly. The younger Twin feigned ignorance and smiled sweetly. "Come now, you know you desire his company…just a few simple words."

" But Elrohir-" But Aragorn was cut off by a muffled crash from within the chamber. Both heads whipped around towards the door, face wrought with worry. " Legolas?!" Aragorn called out reaching for a handle.

" Go away, leave me to myself." Came the strained reply.

" I'll fetch father…" Aragorn began to nod at Elrohir but stopped.

" No, I will see to this. He'd only become more angered if we brought in our father…or his father for that matter…"

" Aye…thou art showing wisdom I thought never to befall one such as you." Aragorn raised an eyebrow.

" And what exactly do you imply by such words? If I cared more for you than I do for Legolas I would pursue the matter further but Legolas is the more important Elf." Elrohir sighed.

" It appears my judgement was premature, if you assume I would be insulted by that." And then with a laugh Elrohir left. Sighing Aragorn turned and wrapped his hand around the door handle. Praying that Legolas had not locked the door he turned it ever so slowly. Letting out a sigh of relief when it turned a complete rotation he pushed the door open gently and peered into the room.

The first thing his eyes rested on was the remnants of the vase. Raising an eyebrow he stepped into the room fully and caught sight of the broken vial and the small patterns of blood on the floor. "Legolas?!" He called out. The bathroom door was closed and Aragorn immediately sought it out. It opened without trouble and it was there that Aragorn found Legolas perched on the window seat, carefully wrapping a linen bandage around his left hand. His deep blue eyes flashed immediately in the Ranger's direction and he let out a frustrated sigh.

" I thought I asked to be left alone!" He said. Aragorn went and sat down beside him.

" I came to apologize, what I said was completely uncalled for." Legolas turned to look at him once more but did not speak. " I truthfully had no idea what I was going to finish my threat with…I could not think of anything I could do to harm you…I'm truly sorry." He hung his head, eyes closed and was pleasantly surprised when he felt a pair of soft lips on his own.

" It was not your fault completely…I can be somewhat of a…" Legolas' voice trailed off leaving the sentence unfinished. Aragorn smiled softly.

" What happened to your hand?" He asked reaching out for the part of Legolas in question.

" Tis nothing, I merely cut myself in a childish fit of anger…I broke some of the items in the room, one shattered whilst in the palm of my hand…it is nothing my Elven abilities cannot heal on their own…"

" I'd feel more at ease if perhaps I can-"

" Trust me, all is well…" Legolas smiled and then kissed him once more before leaning back against him. Aragorn sighed and stroked the long blond hair lovingly before placing a kiss atop the golden crown.

I know I know I know, short chapter I'm sorry **ducks all objects flying in her direction** I'll try to make the next one longer