AN: don't own LOTR, full disclaimers in chappie 1
It was almost dawn when Turion awoke. His visit to the ranger the night before had been most rewarding. There was a noise outside his door. Opening it, he found one of his orcs there.
"Well?"
"My lord, he's coming round." the orc replied, cowering away. The elf didn't reply as he went back into his chambers, leaving the orc to scurry away. Minutes later, the door opened again, and Turion left to go to his brother's bedside.
......
The sun was just starting to appear over the distant horizon when Legolas awoke. He knew immediately that something was wrong. The last thing he remembered was being attacked by orcs, and Aragorn being hit by the arrows - where was he, anyway? They had been overpowered by the orcs, but now here he was waking up in a small warm chamber, well furnished and comfortable? He started to sit up, decided it wasn't a good idea, and lay back down.
He forced himself to sit up a few minutes later as the door opened. It can't be! he thought as the blonde elf turned to face him, smiling.
"Turion? I must be dreaming"
"No, I'm here. Lie down, you've taken a nasty blow." he replied as he crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed. "It's a wonder you're awake at all from what my servants tell me. How do you feel?"
"You're alive - but how did you get away from the spiders? Why didn't you come back? You never even sent word to us."
"There will be time later for all those questions, and I'll answer them all then. But right now I'm more concerned with you. How do you feel?" he repeated.
"Where's Aragorn? The man that was with me, where is he?"
Turion sighed. "You're still as stubborn as ever I see. He's quite safe, but he took a worse beating than you did - my surgeons are seeing to him at the moment. He'll be alright though, don't worry about him." He stood up and crossed the room to the window.
"The reason I never came back was because I didn't think i was the right time. I didn't think our father would welcome me back after so long."
Legolas sat up again. "What do you mean? How could he now welcome you back - you're his first born - the grief almost killed him when you died. When we thought you did, I mean. I know that when he looks at me, he's thinking about you. Anyone can see that it haunts him."
Turion turned his back to the window to look at his brother. "I never knew. When nobody came to find me, I assumed you all wanted rid of me. It might sound crazy, but I've had two hundred years to think about it, and.."
"And you've convinced yourself of that." Legolas interrupted. "You don't know how wrong you are. We searched for you for months, and when everyone else gave up hope, I still searched, for years. You have to come back with me. And to be honest, I'm glad you're back - I really don't want to be heir to the throne!"
Turion smiled. "You never did have much interest in running everything. Nice to know some things never change." he paused, and looked out the window again. "But I can't come back."
"I can't believe you're saying this! You're finally found alive after two hundred years, and you won't even come home? Why?"
"That, I can't explain." Turion replied. "You wouldn't understand."
Legolas stood up, holding the back of a chair for support. "Why would I not understand? We used to share everything. You've changed so much, it's like I hardly know you now. Where is Aragorn? I need to see him."
"No! You're not leaving this room."
"What? I leaving now, I need to check on my friend. Why are you suddenly so angry?" Legolas replied as he headed for the door. Turion moved between him and the door.
"I said, you are not leaving this room."
"Get out of my way, Turion." Legolas moved to step round his brother to get to the door. Turion grabbed his arm roughly.
"No. You were right when you said I'd changed. The real reason I never came back it because I've been waiting for this day. Do you remember that hobbit story we heard when we were children? About one twin born evil, the other good? Well it looks like you're the good one. You always have been - you could never do any wrong, you were everyone's favourite. Not any more. I am going back, but not as me. Now you can either live out the rest of your days in comfort, or, well, let's not think about the other option shall we?"
"You're crazy."
"Seems you've made your choice."
He banged twice on the door, and a group of orcs came in. Turion finally released his grip on his brother's arm, and pushed him towards the waiting orcs. Before he could regain his balance, Legolas fell right into the largest one.
"Take him down to his friend. And don't take any chances - if he's changed as little as I think he has, he'll be very hard to keep locked up. I'll be down to say goodbye later, 'brother'" he called as the orcs led Legolas roughly down the dark corridor, the drugs he had been given stopping him from fighting back.
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It was almost dawn when Turion awoke. His visit to the ranger the night before had been most rewarding. There was a noise outside his door. Opening it, he found one of his orcs there.
"Well?"
"My lord, he's coming round." the orc replied, cowering away. The elf didn't reply as he went back into his chambers, leaving the orc to scurry away. Minutes later, the door opened again, and Turion left to go to his brother's bedside.
......
The sun was just starting to appear over the distant horizon when Legolas awoke. He knew immediately that something was wrong. The last thing he remembered was being attacked by orcs, and Aragorn being hit by the arrows - where was he, anyway? They had been overpowered by the orcs, but now here he was waking up in a small warm chamber, well furnished and comfortable? He started to sit up, decided it wasn't a good idea, and lay back down.
He forced himself to sit up a few minutes later as the door opened. It can't be! he thought as the blonde elf turned to face him, smiling.
"Turion? I must be dreaming"
"No, I'm here. Lie down, you've taken a nasty blow." he replied as he crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed. "It's a wonder you're awake at all from what my servants tell me. How do you feel?"
"You're alive - but how did you get away from the spiders? Why didn't you come back? You never even sent word to us."
"There will be time later for all those questions, and I'll answer them all then. But right now I'm more concerned with you. How do you feel?" he repeated.
"Where's Aragorn? The man that was with me, where is he?"
Turion sighed. "You're still as stubborn as ever I see. He's quite safe, but he took a worse beating than you did - my surgeons are seeing to him at the moment. He'll be alright though, don't worry about him." He stood up and crossed the room to the window.
"The reason I never came back was because I didn't think i was the right time. I didn't think our father would welcome me back after so long."
Legolas sat up again. "What do you mean? How could he now welcome you back - you're his first born - the grief almost killed him when you died. When we thought you did, I mean. I know that when he looks at me, he's thinking about you. Anyone can see that it haunts him."
Turion turned his back to the window to look at his brother. "I never knew. When nobody came to find me, I assumed you all wanted rid of me. It might sound crazy, but I've had two hundred years to think about it, and.."
"And you've convinced yourself of that." Legolas interrupted. "You don't know how wrong you are. We searched for you for months, and when everyone else gave up hope, I still searched, for years. You have to come back with me. And to be honest, I'm glad you're back - I really don't want to be heir to the throne!"
Turion smiled. "You never did have much interest in running everything. Nice to know some things never change." he paused, and looked out the window again. "But I can't come back."
"I can't believe you're saying this! You're finally found alive after two hundred years, and you won't even come home? Why?"
"That, I can't explain." Turion replied. "You wouldn't understand."
Legolas stood up, holding the back of a chair for support. "Why would I not understand? We used to share everything. You've changed so much, it's like I hardly know you now. Where is Aragorn? I need to see him."
"No! You're not leaving this room."
"What? I leaving now, I need to check on my friend. Why are you suddenly so angry?" Legolas replied as he headed for the door. Turion moved between him and the door.
"I said, you are not leaving this room."
"Get out of my way, Turion." Legolas moved to step round his brother to get to the door. Turion grabbed his arm roughly.
"No. You were right when you said I'd changed. The real reason I never came back it because I've been waiting for this day. Do you remember that hobbit story we heard when we were children? About one twin born evil, the other good? Well it looks like you're the good one. You always have been - you could never do any wrong, you were everyone's favourite. Not any more. I am going back, but not as me. Now you can either live out the rest of your days in comfort, or, well, let's not think about the other option shall we?"
"You're crazy."
"Seems you've made your choice."
He banged twice on the door, and a group of orcs came in. Turion finally released his grip on his brother's arm, and pushed him towards the waiting orcs. Before he could regain his balance, Legolas fell right into the largest one.
"Take him down to his friend. And don't take any chances - if he's changed as little as I think he has, he'll be very hard to keep locked up. I'll be down to say goodbye later, 'brother'" he called as the orcs led Legolas roughly down the dark corridor, the drugs he had been given stopping him from fighting back.
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