Arwen refused to travel to Lorien alone in case of ambush, so Legolas
agreed to ride with her on Arod, Legolas' trusty steed. He stayed to the
road meaning he could ride quickly but keep Arod steady, he did not want to
hurt the babe Arwen carried. *his* babe. He said it to himself slowly. "My
child" but his voice was lost in the wind.
***
Aragorn noticed that Arwen was not present at the breakfast table later that morn. He *also* noticed that Legolas was not present either. He tensed suddenly. Twice now. Twice he had seen them kiss. But it could just be the atmosphere. Something was greatly troubling Arwen at this time and Aragorn comforted her the best he could, but even he knew that Arwen and the prince had been friends since they were elflings. Nothing could come between them now. But he wished it would. He spoke to no one and let himself slip into though. After breakfast he went for a quiet walk around the Homely House. He ambled over to the stables to fins Arod missing but Arwen's steed was standing patiently and, apparently, a little miffed that she had been left behind. Aragorn felt something inside him burn. He knew he had never felt it before, even as a child. Jealousy. Why was he jealous of his betrothed and his best friend. He felt a light hand on his shoulder.
"Would you like to tell me why my daughter and Prince Legolas have gone to Lorien?" asked Elrond softly.
"I- I would not know" Aragorn stammered. Lorien?
"Well neither would I, but I have a fair idea it has to do with the mirror. You are troubled Aragorn son of Arathorn. What lays heavy on your soul?"
"It is naught" Aragorn shrugged.
"But I sense it is more than naught. Would you care to join me in my study?" Elrond led Aragorn away.
Aragorn looked about at the splendour of the room. It had a high, dome ceiling with detailed Elven carvings of long forgotten stories of faeries and dragons. Elrond's soft voice brought him back to reality.
"Tell me what troubles you Aragorn." Elrond said gently yet firmly.
"I-" Aragorn caught himself. He wasn't about to run to his betrothed's father and tell tales. He bit his lip.
"Aragorn I am no fool. I know something has happened between Arwen and yourself whether you could help it or not. I do not know what exactly but I sense it."
The ranger took a deep breath. "I do not feel comfortable talking about it my Lord." He hesitated slightly. "It is betrayal."
"You are troubled by betrayal or you feel it betrayal telling me about it?" Elrond leaned over the desk.
"Both."
Elrond nodded understandingly. "So I am guessing it involves Arwen in some way."
"Indeed"
"And Prince Legolas?"
Aragorn felt himself pale. It was a tell tale sign if ever there was one.
"That is a yes then. I will not pry for your business from here is your own and what ever has happened can be forgiven and forgotten if you wish. Or it may not. I leave it in your responsible hands" Elrond paused and then continued as if he had just remembered something. He leaned closer to Aragorn and lowered his voice. "You realise Lady Arwen is with child?"
Aragorn was close to a cardiac arrest. He felt himself jump in his skin. He paled again, his eyes wide with shock. "I.well-no I- she didn't- she never- I was not informed." Aragorn tried to steady himself but he had never felt so uncomfortable in his life.
Elrond himself looked a little shocked to find Aragorn did not know. "I think she was shocked herself. Poor child. I believe that is what has been laying on her mind. Please do not ask her yet Aragorn. Let her be. She will tell you when she feels ready."
With that Aragorn stood and left the room. He wished Lorenna a good morning with no expression. He willed his heart to start beating again soon or he felt he may pass out from shock
***
Legolas and Arwen were only a few leagues from Lorien. The day was almost behind them and Legolas did not wish to stay the night in the woods surrounding them. The darkness was cold and evil. Even Legolas could find no comfort in these trees. Something moved to Legolas' right. He heard it, but did not see it, even with his keen eyes, the trees blocked all sight from him. Something suddenly made Arod rear up, whinnying in fear. Arwen sat in silent fear as Arod jumped around frantically. Legolas whispered to the steed in their tongue but Arod wasn't listening. The prince felt himself suddenly be flung from the horses back hitting the ground with no noise. Arwen followed but Legolas got to his feet quick enough to catch her before she hit the ground. Arod made such a commotion, both the elves turned to talk to him. Soon he was under control, Legolas helped Arwen onto the steed and was about to jump up himself when he found himself staring down the point of an arrow.
"Scum" growled the Orc, owner of the arrow, in his black tongue. His breath swept over Legolas and made him feel ill.
Legolas reacted immediately. He knocked an arrow into his bow and fired it into the centre of the Orc's head before his companions noticed anything had happened. Legolas quickly knocked off six more arrows and six more Orcs hit the ground. But the prince soon realised he was out numbered. The Orcs closed in around the pair.
"Scum comes with us." Hissed an Orc close to Legolas.
"Scum? You have the mind to call my race scum?" Legolas felt hatred for these creatures, more than he ever had.
"Saruman wants you."
"Never!"
The Orcs advanced on Legolas but stopped when Arwen cried out. They gave each other satisfied glances. "Oooh. Two rats. Aye Saruman will be proud."
"No!" Legolas burst out. "Leave her." He looked at Arwen who was pale as death. "Take me. I am a Prince. It is *me* your master wishes to have. Not her. I will not put up a fight. You can kill me now if you wish. Let her go." He narrowed his eyes at the Orc's.
The stupid creature smiled. "Prince eh? Very nice." The hilt of his sword crashed into the back of Legolas' skull with an awful thud. The prince crumpled to the ground.
"Legolas!" wailed Arwen. She looked at the Orc who was holding the sword. "Amin feuya ten' lle" she spat angrily. She looked at Legolas quickly when she realised the orc's were letting her go free. She whispered to Legolas. "Legolas bein cunn uin menel. Tenna' ento lye omenta." she was cut off by a fierce growl from the Orc by Arod's side. With one last sorrow filled glance, Arwen rode off towards Lorien. Leaving her love to the hands of Saruman.
A/N: aren't I cruel? Lol. I know this chap is kinda rushed. But today I was bursting with ideas. What Arwen is basiclly saying to Legolas at the end here is that he is a fair prince of the heavens and that they will se each other again soon. Basclly.
***
Aragorn noticed that Arwen was not present at the breakfast table later that morn. He *also* noticed that Legolas was not present either. He tensed suddenly. Twice now. Twice he had seen them kiss. But it could just be the atmosphere. Something was greatly troubling Arwen at this time and Aragorn comforted her the best he could, but even he knew that Arwen and the prince had been friends since they were elflings. Nothing could come between them now. But he wished it would. He spoke to no one and let himself slip into though. After breakfast he went for a quiet walk around the Homely House. He ambled over to the stables to fins Arod missing but Arwen's steed was standing patiently and, apparently, a little miffed that she had been left behind. Aragorn felt something inside him burn. He knew he had never felt it before, even as a child. Jealousy. Why was he jealous of his betrothed and his best friend. He felt a light hand on his shoulder.
"Would you like to tell me why my daughter and Prince Legolas have gone to Lorien?" asked Elrond softly.
"I- I would not know" Aragorn stammered. Lorien?
"Well neither would I, but I have a fair idea it has to do with the mirror. You are troubled Aragorn son of Arathorn. What lays heavy on your soul?"
"It is naught" Aragorn shrugged.
"But I sense it is more than naught. Would you care to join me in my study?" Elrond led Aragorn away.
Aragorn looked about at the splendour of the room. It had a high, dome ceiling with detailed Elven carvings of long forgotten stories of faeries and dragons. Elrond's soft voice brought him back to reality.
"Tell me what troubles you Aragorn." Elrond said gently yet firmly.
"I-" Aragorn caught himself. He wasn't about to run to his betrothed's father and tell tales. He bit his lip.
"Aragorn I am no fool. I know something has happened between Arwen and yourself whether you could help it or not. I do not know what exactly but I sense it."
The ranger took a deep breath. "I do not feel comfortable talking about it my Lord." He hesitated slightly. "It is betrayal."
"You are troubled by betrayal or you feel it betrayal telling me about it?" Elrond leaned over the desk.
"Both."
Elrond nodded understandingly. "So I am guessing it involves Arwen in some way."
"Indeed"
"And Prince Legolas?"
Aragorn felt himself pale. It was a tell tale sign if ever there was one.
"That is a yes then. I will not pry for your business from here is your own and what ever has happened can be forgiven and forgotten if you wish. Or it may not. I leave it in your responsible hands" Elrond paused and then continued as if he had just remembered something. He leaned closer to Aragorn and lowered his voice. "You realise Lady Arwen is with child?"
Aragorn was close to a cardiac arrest. He felt himself jump in his skin. He paled again, his eyes wide with shock. "I.well-no I- she didn't- she never- I was not informed." Aragorn tried to steady himself but he had never felt so uncomfortable in his life.
Elrond himself looked a little shocked to find Aragorn did not know. "I think she was shocked herself. Poor child. I believe that is what has been laying on her mind. Please do not ask her yet Aragorn. Let her be. She will tell you when she feels ready."
With that Aragorn stood and left the room. He wished Lorenna a good morning with no expression. He willed his heart to start beating again soon or he felt he may pass out from shock
***
Legolas and Arwen were only a few leagues from Lorien. The day was almost behind them and Legolas did not wish to stay the night in the woods surrounding them. The darkness was cold and evil. Even Legolas could find no comfort in these trees. Something moved to Legolas' right. He heard it, but did not see it, even with his keen eyes, the trees blocked all sight from him. Something suddenly made Arod rear up, whinnying in fear. Arwen sat in silent fear as Arod jumped around frantically. Legolas whispered to the steed in their tongue but Arod wasn't listening. The prince felt himself suddenly be flung from the horses back hitting the ground with no noise. Arwen followed but Legolas got to his feet quick enough to catch her before she hit the ground. Arod made such a commotion, both the elves turned to talk to him. Soon he was under control, Legolas helped Arwen onto the steed and was about to jump up himself when he found himself staring down the point of an arrow.
"Scum" growled the Orc, owner of the arrow, in his black tongue. His breath swept over Legolas and made him feel ill.
Legolas reacted immediately. He knocked an arrow into his bow and fired it into the centre of the Orc's head before his companions noticed anything had happened. Legolas quickly knocked off six more arrows and six more Orcs hit the ground. But the prince soon realised he was out numbered. The Orcs closed in around the pair.
"Scum comes with us." Hissed an Orc close to Legolas.
"Scum? You have the mind to call my race scum?" Legolas felt hatred for these creatures, more than he ever had.
"Saruman wants you."
"Never!"
The Orcs advanced on Legolas but stopped when Arwen cried out. They gave each other satisfied glances. "Oooh. Two rats. Aye Saruman will be proud."
"No!" Legolas burst out. "Leave her." He looked at Arwen who was pale as death. "Take me. I am a Prince. It is *me* your master wishes to have. Not her. I will not put up a fight. You can kill me now if you wish. Let her go." He narrowed his eyes at the Orc's.
The stupid creature smiled. "Prince eh? Very nice." The hilt of his sword crashed into the back of Legolas' skull with an awful thud. The prince crumpled to the ground.
"Legolas!" wailed Arwen. She looked at the Orc who was holding the sword. "Amin feuya ten' lle" she spat angrily. She looked at Legolas quickly when she realised the orc's were letting her go free. She whispered to Legolas. "Legolas bein cunn uin menel. Tenna' ento lye omenta." she was cut off by a fierce growl from the Orc by Arod's side. With one last sorrow filled glance, Arwen rode off towards Lorien. Leaving her love to the hands of Saruman.
A/N: aren't I cruel? Lol. I know this chap is kinda rushed. But today I was bursting with ideas. What Arwen is basiclly saying to Legolas at the end here is that he is a fair prince of the heavens and that they will se each other again soon. Basclly.