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 Twenty Five: Escape
Legolas talked with Elrond some more, making sure he was in well enough health before checking on Galadriel again. He had a plan. He gently roused Galadriel, she woke up.
"Oh hello Legolas..." she murmured, then stood, planting a light kiss on Legolas' cheek.
"My Queen, I think having Elrond rot in the cellar is a waste"
This was a bold move on his part, and his insides were wrung out in anxiety. But she merely nodded, thinking it over.
"You are right Legolas, can we kill him?"
"...I was thinking something more harsh, I want him as my manservant"
"Oh? ...But then again, Elrond would be perfectly humiliated. You are so thoughtful Legolas"
She seemed slightly drugged by the sleep. He was a little bewildered by it all, but his plan had worked...so far. He pulled Elrond up, the Lord wondering what was happening. He was then changed into new clothes and washed up, after that, Galadriel looked him over.
"You are too kind to him" she said, almost disdainfully.
"A Lord deserves everything" sneered Legolas, winking quickly to Elrond, who bowed his head in submission.
"Legolas! You've taught him so well!" she almost squealed.
Elrond raised his head a little bit to look at Galadriel. She grew angry and smacked his head to the ground.
"Bow before your Queen"
Elrond bit his lip, and whispered.
"Yes My Queen"
His heart frothed in fury, she would never be his Queen. Galadriel seemed a little crazy as Legolas noted from her performance in the past few days. He would take comfort in this fact, he had found a crack in her. He hauled Elrond to his feet.
"Stand servant" he snapped, and Galadriel went away, seeming preoccupied.
"I hope my performance was not so harsh Elrond" said Legolas softly.
"No" said Elrond.
"It was perfect" he gingerly touched the bloody gash on his head.
"We need to clean that" said Legolas.
"Don't trouble yourself, I'm fine" said Elrond.
"You are my charge Elrond, even if you are a Lord!"
Legolas snapped and led Elrond to a room, taking care of the wound. Elrond waited patiently as Legolas took care of him.
"You're not taking care of yourself" muttered Legolas, the tension finally falling from him.
Elrond smirked.
"Don't lecture me child"
Legolas pulled the string tightly, making Elrond yelp.
"Legolas!"
"Oh? Did I hurt you Elrond?" asked Legolas in mock concern.
He finished stitching the wound, and broke the string with his fingers.
"You needn't pull so hard!"
Elrond's hand went up to touch his head which Legolas promptly smacked away.
"Legolas! Are you my mother?!"
Elrond was getting a little annoyed at the whole affair. Legolas bit down a smile.
"I did not mean to, I-"
Elrond smiled.
"No no, it's alright Legolas. I was just a little frustrated" Legolas grinned.
"You look quite dashing with that mark on your head though"
"Legolas!"
"My apologies" said Legolas, coughing slightly.
"Somehow I don't think you mean that"
"How can you say?" asked Legolas smiling.
"It's written all over your face young Greenleaf, even three-thousand years of experience is nothing compared to my time here"
"Age before beauty of course Lord Elrond"
"Are you so vain over your hair Legolas? I'm amazed that you are able to fight orcs, and not complain about one lock being out of place."
They mocked each other, having a very amusing time.