Note from author:
Hello people! This is a new branch in the Fanfiction world for me, since all I really do are Beyblade and other Anime stories, but I have suddenly gotten back into Lord of the Rings. So, I decided to take a chance and broaden my horizons and write a fic. I'm heavy into Legolas angst and torture so this of course will be angst side.
I don't really know much about Lord of the Rings, other than what I have read in the books and from what I can get out of my 'Visual Guide to the Peoples and Places of Middle Earth'. So, please bear with me and enjoy!
Warning: Beware neglecting and abuse of a child!
Title: Behind Blue Eyes
Prolog
A body hit the colored stones of the small room, limbs covered in blood lay limply upon the cold floor, blood seeping from many wounds. Long, golden hair falls around the youthful face, shielding the tears coming from pain- filled eyes of a silver-blue color. Breathing heavily the youth cowers away from the large shadow as it falls upon his shaking form. The shadow of his father, large, larger than most of his people brings nothing but pain and terror and to the young boy that is something to fear.
" Get up boy." The voice snarls, large hands grip the collar of his Elvish shirt and hauls the limp body up to his eye-level. Seeing the tears of pain and sadness he become enraged again. Viciously shaking the youth by the shoulders he watching in satisfaction as the head jerks back and forth from the rough action and smiles when he hears a soft snap. The youth in his hands gives a soft cry and his eyes roll into the back of his skull. Dropping the body of his son to the floor once more he turns sharply away and stalks from the room, leaving the young Prince where he was dropped. The door closes loudly behind him and the eyes open, watching wearily encase the tormentor came back.
Where he was dropped the youth stayed, eyes screwing shut when a wave of pain washes over him again, causing his ribs to constrict in agony. His neck hurt as well as the muscle connecting to his shoulder, which had been strained when he was brutally shaken. Breathing through the pain, he slowly crawled over to the small pile of worn blankets where he curled up into a miserable ball, weeping softly. Not from the pain his body was in but the pain his heart was enduring.
His father never in his, in elvish standard, young years have his father raised his hand to his only son. But recently every time his father even gazed upon him it was in hatred and the young prince hadn't felt a touch from his father without pain. Closing his eyes Legolas slowly let the weariness in his hurting limbs die off and allowed his mind to drop off into a void of dreams. Using this state he begins to heal himself, slowly but effective enough so that the young prince can function the next day without giving away anything. The last thing the youth wanted was to have someone know about the pain and fear his father inflicted upon him. Focusing all his energy on healing Legolas dreamed about the next day, the day his uncle and half-cousin would visit.
ID: Well it was supposed to be in Italics, but if it wasn't I'm sorry. I still can't figure out how to get that to work. If you know please tell me! Anyway, yes Thranduil and Elrond are brothers in my world. So, yeah. Go onto the next chapter please!
Hello people! This is a new branch in the Fanfiction world for me, since all I really do are Beyblade and other Anime stories, but I have suddenly gotten back into Lord of the Rings. So, I decided to take a chance and broaden my horizons and write a fic. I'm heavy into Legolas angst and torture so this of course will be angst side.
I don't really know much about Lord of the Rings, other than what I have read in the books and from what I can get out of my 'Visual Guide to the Peoples and Places of Middle Earth'. So, please bear with me and enjoy!
Warning: Beware neglecting and abuse of a child!
Title: Behind Blue Eyes
Prolog
A body hit the colored stones of the small room, limbs covered in blood lay limply upon the cold floor, blood seeping from many wounds. Long, golden hair falls around the youthful face, shielding the tears coming from pain- filled eyes of a silver-blue color. Breathing heavily the youth cowers away from the large shadow as it falls upon his shaking form. The shadow of his father, large, larger than most of his people brings nothing but pain and terror and to the young boy that is something to fear.
" Get up boy." The voice snarls, large hands grip the collar of his Elvish shirt and hauls the limp body up to his eye-level. Seeing the tears of pain and sadness he become enraged again. Viciously shaking the youth by the shoulders he watching in satisfaction as the head jerks back and forth from the rough action and smiles when he hears a soft snap. The youth in his hands gives a soft cry and his eyes roll into the back of his skull. Dropping the body of his son to the floor once more he turns sharply away and stalks from the room, leaving the young Prince where he was dropped. The door closes loudly behind him and the eyes open, watching wearily encase the tormentor came back.
Where he was dropped the youth stayed, eyes screwing shut when a wave of pain washes over him again, causing his ribs to constrict in agony. His neck hurt as well as the muscle connecting to his shoulder, which had been strained when he was brutally shaken. Breathing through the pain, he slowly crawled over to the small pile of worn blankets where he curled up into a miserable ball, weeping softly. Not from the pain his body was in but the pain his heart was enduring.
His father never in his, in elvish standard, young years have his father raised his hand to his only son. But recently every time his father even gazed upon him it was in hatred and the young prince hadn't felt a touch from his father without pain. Closing his eyes Legolas slowly let the weariness in his hurting limbs die off and allowed his mind to drop off into a void of dreams. Using this state he begins to heal himself, slowly but effective enough so that the young prince can function the next day without giving away anything. The last thing the youth wanted was to have someone know about the pain and fear his father inflicted upon him. Focusing all his energy on healing Legolas dreamed about the next day, the day his uncle and half-cousin would visit.
ID: Well it was supposed to be in Italics, but if it wasn't I'm sorry. I still can't figure out how to get that to work. If you know please tell me! Anyway, yes Thranduil and Elrond are brothers in my world. So, yeah. Go onto the next chapter please!