Author: Arinya
Rating:R
Summary: Sam is forced to retell all the things that happened after the Fellowship had succeeded in destroying the Ring. All the members of the Fellowship have their own problems. Darkness returns, and Love struggles to conquer all. But as the problems mount up to a peak, can they survive? And can Sam bear telling his audience the true story?
Chapter Three: The Bitter Victory
Ada: father
Two Weeks Before Sam's Arrival
"Legolas!" came a bellow.
The young elf went to his father, dread filling his heart.
"Yes ada?"
"Have you chosen a wife yet?"
"No"
"When will you?"
"I have no intention of doing so ada" said Legolas.
Fear gripped his heart as he spoke and Thrandruil's rage was ill-concealed.
"Do you expect me to send envoys to ten royal families telling them of my son's stupidity in failing to choose a bride?"
He stood up from his throne and Legolas tried not the waver.
"I do not love any of them" he said.
"Love" said Thranduil.
"Love" he repeated again.
"Did you kill your mother out of love Legolas?"
The elf flinched.
"She died in love for you. Love does nothing. Love does not matter. I want you to choose a wife by sundown, or punishment ensues Legolas." threatened Thranduil.
Legolas did not disbelieve his father. He had been punished many times before. But now, he knew it would be much worse. His father was determined to force him to have a wife. He wanted his blood to be carried on. Any elven maid would do, he knew his father wouldn't care, as long as she bore him a male child. He wept bitterly once leaving the throne room. It was not fair, but what could he do? No. He had been controlled and pushed by his father for all the centuries of his life. This time, this one time he would win, no matter what. Legolas was to run. Run away from the most vicious battle he was fighting, but this action of fleeing would not make him lose. No, it would dictate that he had finally won over his father.
That night, King Thranduil confronted his son.
"Have you chosen?"
Legolas saw his father...no, the king. He was tall, grey. His skin, fair in a complete light, was shadowed by the elaborate arches and banners that hung over the windows in the hallway. His eyes were black. Small pieces of obsidian, both hard and sharp. They stared at Legolas, questioning, threatening. His eyes were like the rest of him, stone. Cold, hard stone that could not be broken. Legolas drew up his strength and courage, and spoke words that would bring upon him pain like no other.
"I do not intend to"
In one swift motion, Thranduil punched Legolas in the jaw. He stumbled back, stunned and put his hand to his mouth, blood dribbled and he swallowed.
"You disgust me" said the king and without emotion, jerked Legolas back and punched him again in the chest multiple times. Legolas coughed hackingly and fell to the ground.
"I want the blood of Mirkwood's kings to live forever, and what do you do? You disgrace me and the others before me. If you do not choose a bride, I will choose one for you. I pity your mother for having given birth to such a weak and insolent son, she died in childbirth for someone who is too stupid to do what is good for the kingdom"
Legolas' eyes burned with embarrassment, anger, and hate. He pulled himself off the floor to face the king.
"Do not dare insult her! She was my mother! She loved me, and you unfortunatly. It was not I that killed her, but the lust she saw in your eyes when giving birth-!"
He was smacked backwards by the hard hand of Thranduil.
"Do not ever speak to me in that manner" he said coldly and pushed Legolas up against the wall.
"I will not be spoken to in my own palace." he held Legolas' arms upagainst the wall as the elf struggled to no avail.
Legolas did not acknowledge him and recieved enormous pressure set on his arm as his own father crushed it underneath his own phenomenal strength. Legolas cried out in pain as he felt and heard the bone in his right arm break.
"Do you understand me Legolas?" the older elf asked.
His arms were let go and Legolas slid to the floor in pain, clutching his broken arm.
"Do you understand me?" his father asked again and stomped on the broken arm, smashing it down against the floor.
Legolas' cry rang in the dark hallway, his eyes stung in pain. He screamed as he felt the broken bone shattering into smaller peices, and his father looked on.
"I" said Legolas in ragged breaths as Thranduil removed his foor slowly.
He waited impatiently.
"I hate you" said Legolas and scrambled to his feet, fleeing for his life.
King Thranduil did nothing but stand there and watch his son disappear.
"As I you" he said and left to sit on his throne, a lone King.