Disclaimer: I own nothing Tolkien created.
Passing Shadows
Rating - R
Warnings - Not slash but mentions of rape and Elf torture.
A/N:
Mistal, Autumn Priestess: And I would never really try to. I'm still pleased you're reading this. I hope you won't be too angry with whoever did that to Legolas. No actually, I'll hold him down and you hit him!! Enjoy the chapter.
Elenillor: Thank you. I didn't realise my chapters were that long. Usually they never go above 10 pages. I think it's good that you think they're short, I'm really not that sure. Thanks again for the advice on the . . . I hadn't realised it before but I'm pleased they look better. Enjoy the chapter. Thanks for reviewing.
angelbird12241: Thanks. Here's more.
Legolas4me: I'm glad you like it. Don't worry there'll be plenty more about the attacker later in the fanfic. I'm sure Thranduil will find out soon - can Legolas really hide something like that from his father?? (maybe.) Keep reading, I promise you'll find out the truth very soon. . .
Evenstar: Thanks. Good for you. Like I said, if you're pleased with something and you enjoy writing then you should just put it up. That's what I did with this one, I never realised it would be this popular. Keep reading.
wadeva: okay, well, firstly, if you murder me you'll never know who did this to Legolas and secondly I'm just not worth it, save your energy for being angry at the person that attacked Legolas. Anyway, I'm glad you like it, although I was about to move to another country when I was reading the beginning of your review but that goodness you were only joking. . . right?? Keep reading.
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Ch 3 Nightmares
** A/N: Okay the order of events not the same as the movie so just go along with it. It should make sense. **
Elrond had spent all day trying to keep everyone happy. It had taken a lot. The Dwarves weren't happy with their rooms and asked to be moved deeper inside the house away from the bright sun. Elrond could never understand how they could live without seeing the light for years on end. It made no sense to the race of Elves. Still it was his duty to make sure everyone staying in Rivendell was happy and so he quickly issued orders for the Dwarves to receive whatever they wanted, a big mistake as he spent the next hour trying to calm distraught servants after many insults from the Dwarves.
As soon as Elrond thought he could have some time alone a report of Orcs near the boarders of Rivendell came in and he was pulled into a meeting to discuss the next step in security. Something he had never liked anyway and liked even less with the rest of the problems of Rivendell pressing down on him.
After a very brief lunch he had spent a good few hours talking with Gandalf about the state of Middle Earth and the future of the Ring bearer and the Elves. After a heated discussion about men and their unreliability Elrond broke the bad news about the Ring not being able to stay in Rivendell. He regretted it but it was time the old Wizard knew the truth.
When that was over Elrond made up his mind to go and see Legolas like he had promised himself. Unfortunately it wasn't that easy. Frodo, the young Hobbit under his care (A/N: as if you didn't know) was asking to see him. He spent some time trying to calm the Frodo and tell him that everything was going to be alright. Then he went to find Frodo's uncle, Bilbo, who was already staying in Rivendell. This took more time than anything as even in his old age the Hobbit had a tendency to go exploring in Rivendell, something that often resulted in getting lost and meaning someone had to go and find him. This was something Elrond was just too busy for that day.
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Legolas meanwhile was trying to not think about the night before. He had spent a long time thinking about what he should do next. He decided that he would have to trust Elrond both to keep his secret and make sure his father never found out. Despite this thought right then all he wanted was for his father to sit on the edge of the bed and rock him to sleep while he cried. Just like he had done when Legolas was a child. He wanted to feel safe and warm in his father's arms. However, he knew that wasn't possible.
Suddenly Legolas felt very alone, more so than he had done for a long time. He allowed himself to lie down on the bed. It wouldn't hurt, after all he had spent the night on the ground outside Imladris and for a Prince who was used to staying in the palace that was a big change and something he wasn't really used to.
He welcomed the warm blankets that covered the bed and the feeling of freshness against him. He had spent almost an hour in the bathroom trying to get the dirt off himself, both the mud and blood and the feel of the attacker touching his body. The latter was harder to get rid of.
Legolas forced himself not to think about it, he couldn't allow his mind to wander, not again. Instead he concentrated on the now, where he was and what Elrond had said to him about being safe. He was safe in Rivendell, now more then ever, no doubt Elrond had doubled the guards around Imladris since the threat of Orcs had grown and rumours that the Ring of Power was back. Yes, he was safe here. No one would hurt him, Elrond had promised that. Why then did he feel like he was in danger? Earlier on with Taron it had been worse. Someone he had known for years made him uneasy, he couldn't understand why. He eventually came to the conclusion that everything that had happened had made him jumpy, after all he had been afraid of Elrond as well and there certainly was no need to be as far as he knew.
He was still thinking about these things when he began to drift into sleep. It was unintentional and he wasn't sure if it would happen when he first went to rest, he had only really left to get away from Elrond's questions. Now though he found himself falling into a grateful sleep.
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Elrond walked into the room to find Legolas lying on the bed, his eyes unfocused and unblinking. He smiled, he was asleep. Elrond had come prepared with some herbs to help him sleep but obviously he didn't need it. Elrond sat on the bed for a moment and looked at the young Prince, he looked fairly peaceful now, it was hard to understand why anyone would ever want to hurt something so beautiful. Elrond could understand why Thranduil wanted to keep his son near him. He almost looked like he wasn't built to be a warrior but Elrond knew that appearances were deceptive and that Legolas was the best archer in Mirkwood and probably Imladris as well.
This was what Elrond didn't understand. Legolas was a skilled fighter not just with the bow but also with his sword, which Elrond knew he always carried along with the twin daggers. Legolas was also fairly strong for a young Elf. It should have been no problem to keep his attacker away from him or at least injure him but Legolas didn't say anything about hurting his attacker or even putting up a fight. Elrond knew that Legolas fought back, he could tell by the wounds on his hands that Legolas had tried to fight his attacker. The question was why didn't he succeed? Then again Legolas had fought with his guards when he arrived and that could explain the marks but Elrond didn't believe for one moment that his guards would hurt the Prince even if they didn't know who he was. He did hope that Legolas had fought with the Elf that attacked him. He didn't make it easy for him.
Elrond looked into those deep blue eyes and even when Legolas was asleep there was a sense of fear in them. Elrond thought he could also see a hint of happiness that he was safe, however it was still disguised under that stone face that Legolas seemed to have mastered in the past few years.
Elrond was so tempted to wake him when he heard Legolas murmur his father's name lightly in his sleep. Elrond wondered whether he should mention any of this to Thranduil but it was against him promise and like he said it was his healer's duty to keep quiet. He couldn't tell Thranduil unless Legolas asked him to and Elrond seriously doubted that he would. It still amazed him that Thranduil kept his son so close, Legolas was certainly capable of taking care of himself, although he knew that didn't matter to Thranduil. All that mattered was keeping his son alive. Strangely though Legolas seemed to like the fact his father took so much trouble to make him safe.
Elrond decided that there was no point in him staying there, he was probably just going to make Legolas uneasy when he saw him so he got up quietly and covered Legolas with a blanket before leaving. He silently closed the door and left Legolas to sleep, he decided to make sure he saw Legolas again that evening but for now he left.
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There was someone lurking in the shadows away from the fire. Legolas could sense it, he could feel someone behind him. He heard the rustling but before he could do anything someone was jumping on him, holding him down, making sure he couldn't speak. He tried to cry out but just tasted blood as he bit his own lip. The rough hands wouldn't let him go, they were holding tighter. Then he felt the blade on his neck and instantly stopped struggling for fear of the blade cutting his throat.
He once again tried to scream as rough hands grabbed him and pushed him once again to the floor. He felt someone hitting him but he no longer cared that he couldn't do anything, he just wanted it to be over, wanted the man to get off him. The kicks got harder until Legolas couldn't feel anything.
That was when it stopped. Then nothing but a searing pain. . .
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Legolas sat bolt upright in bed. He found himself covered in a blanket, he didn't know where it came from but right then he was glad, it seemed like a safety blanket keeping the cold out and keeping him warm. He tried to stop his body shaking. He laid back down, suddenly feeling completely exhausted. He closed his eyes trying to get rid of those images but when he did it just seemed to get worse, flashes of the Elf on top of him kept going though his mind.
He sat up once again and looked out through the open window, it was just starting to get dark outside. It surprised him that he had slept that long. He hadn't expected to sleep at all but he was glad for it.
Legolas got up and walked though the corridors trying his best to avoid the people that often walked through the halls of Imladris at night. He had never really explored the place and got lost several times before finding a young servant to tell him the way back to the main part of the building. He saw the girl walking quickly down the hall and ran after her.
"Excuse me." He shouted making the girl turn quickly to face him.
"My Lord." She bowed quickly, seemingly embarrassed that she hadn't heard him coming. "Can I help you?"
"This is embarrassing I was walking and I got lost. Could you show me the way back to the living quarters?" He asked, his eyes taking in her appearance.
"Of course, and there's no need to be embarrassed, I get lost all the time and I've worked he for years." She laughed awkwardly trying to avoid his eyes, he could tell that she was uncomfortable but he didn't know whether it was because of his status or the large bruises that covered his face and hands.
"Well I have an excuse at least." Legolas laughed.
"It's your first time in Rivendell?" She asked, seemingly slightly more comfortable.
"No, just the first time I've ever decided to explore it's halls in the night. I'm sure Lord Elrond would not like to come searching for me so I should at least make an effort." He laughed once more. She seemed to become uneasy again at the mention of her Lord's name.
"I'll show you the way back. I'm going that way." She said walking swiftly and taking a left turn.
"So is there some way to find a way out of here?" Legolas said trying to make conversation after a few moments of uneasy silence.
"No, you just have to guess and hope that you have it right." She smiled.
"I'll try and remember that next time instead of having to ask innocent women."
"There's no need to think that you're bothering me my Lord." She said suddenly becoming very uneasy again.
"Call me Legolas." He said looking over at her.
"My Lord I couldn't it's really not my place." She said quickly, looking over at him as though he had said something awful.
"I insist. Besides if you carry on addressing me wrongly it is better that you used my name." Legolas said lightly.
"My Lord?" She asked, she seemed terrified that Legolas would tell her off.
"I'm not your Lord. I think you should reserve that title for Lord Elrond. I am 'Your Majesty' and seeing as I don't really like being called that and it seems far too grand for me I think Legolas would be better suited." Legolas said smiling at the girl.
At first she looked startled, worried about what she had just been told but her concern soon faded into a smile.
"Yes . . .your Majesty." She laughed. "Just follow the corridor down and you'll find the main living quarters."
"Thank you. Where would I find Elrond at this time of night?"
"He will either be in his room, the first on the right or in his study, just keep going along the corridor until you get to the main entrance then take the left corridor and it's the door at the end of the corridor. Good night Your Majesty." She smiled and walked off in the opposite direction.
Legolas smiled after her. He only just realised how tired he was, he hadn't realised it but he had walked right around the house. He walked the short distance to Elrond's room and knocked gently hoping he wasn't disturbing the Elven Lord. There was no answer so Legolas walked down the corridor to Elrond's study. He didn't even know why he was going there. He didn't want to talk to Elrond about what had happened and yet he didn't want to be left alone, the corridors seemed cold and frightening now he was alone, he hated sounding like a child pleading for his father but he felt safer when he was around Elrond. Not that he would ever tell him that.
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Passing Shadows
Rating - R
Warnings - Not slash but mentions of rape and Elf torture.
A/N:
Mistal, Autumn Priestess: And I would never really try to. I'm still pleased you're reading this. I hope you won't be too angry with whoever did that to Legolas. No actually, I'll hold him down and you hit him!! Enjoy the chapter.
Elenillor: Thank you. I didn't realise my chapters were that long. Usually they never go above 10 pages. I think it's good that you think they're short, I'm really not that sure. Thanks again for the advice on the . . . I hadn't realised it before but I'm pleased they look better. Enjoy the chapter. Thanks for reviewing.
angelbird12241: Thanks. Here's more.
Legolas4me: I'm glad you like it. Don't worry there'll be plenty more about the attacker later in the fanfic. I'm sure Thranduil will find out soon - can Legolas really hide something like that from his father?? (maybe.) Keep reading, I promise you'll find out the truth very soon. . .
Evenstar: Thanks. Good for you. Like I said, if you're pleased with something and you enjoy writing then you should just put it up. That's what I did with this one, I never realised it would be this popular. Keep reading.
wadeva: okay, well, firstly, if you murder me you'll never know who did this to Legolas and secondly I'm just not worth it, save your energy for being angry at the person that attacked Legolas. Anyway, I'm glad you like it, although I was about to move to another country when I was reading the beginning of your review but that goodness you were only joking. . . right?? Keep reading.
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Ch 3 Nightmares
** A/N: Okay the order of events not the same as the movie so just go along with it. It should make sense. **
Elrond had spent all day trying to keep everyone happy. It had taken a lot. The Dwarves weren't happy with their rooms and asked to be moved deeper inside the house away from the bright sun. Elrond could never understand how they could live without seeing the light for years on end. It made no sense to the race of Elves. Still it was his duty to make sure everyone staying in Rivendell was happy and so he quickly issued orders for the Dwarves to receive whatever they wanted, a big mistake as he spent the next hour trying to calm distraught servants after many insults from the Dwarves.
As soon as Elrond thought he could have some time alone a report of Orcs near the boarders of Rivendell came in and he was pulled into a meeting to discuss the next step in security. Something he had never liked anyway and liked even less with the rest of the problems of Rivendell pressing down on him.
After a very brief lunch he had spent a good few hours talking with Gandalf about the state of Middle Earth and the future of the Ring bearer and the Elves. After a heated discussion about men and their unreliability Elrond broke the bad news about the Ring not being able to stay in Rivendell. He regretted it but it was time the old Wizard knew the truth.
When that was over Elrond made up his mind to go and see Legolas like he had promised himself. Unfortunately it wasn't that easy. Frodo, the young Hobbit under his care (A/N: as if you didn't know) was asking to see him. He spent some time trying to calm the Frodo and tell him that everything was going to be alright. Then he went to find Frodo's uncle, Bilbo, who was already staying in Rivendell. This took more time than anything as even in his old age the Hobbit had a tendency to go exploring in Rivendell, something that often resulted in getting lost and meaning someone had to go and find him. This was something Elrond was just too busy for that day.
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Legolas meanwhile was trying to not think about the night before. He had spent a long time thinking about what he should do next. He decided that he would have to trust Elrond both to keep his secret and make sure his father never found out. Despite this thought right then all he wanted was for his father to sit on the edge of the bed and rock him to sleep while he cried. Just like he had done when Legolas was a child. He wanted to feel safe and warm in his father's arms. However, he knew that wasn't possible.
Suddenly Legolas felt very alone, more so than he had done for a long time. He allowed himself to lie down on the bed. It wouldn't hurt, after all he had spent the night on the ground outside Imladris and for a Prince who was used to staying in the palace that was a big change and something he wasn't really used to.
He welcomed the warm blankets that covered the bed and the feeling of freshness against him. He had spent almost an hour in the bathroom trying to get the dirt off himself, both the mud and blood and the feel of the attacker touching his body. The latter was harder to get rid of.
Legolas forced himself not to think about it, he couldn't allow his mind to wander, not again. Instead he concentrated on the now, where he was and what Elrond had said to him about being safe. He was safe in Rivendell, now more then ever, no doubt Elrond had doubled the guards around Imladris since the threat of Orcs had grown and rumours that the Ring of Power was back. Yes, he was safe here. No one would hurt him, Elrond had promised that. Why then did he feel like he was in danger? Earlier on with Taron it had been worse. Someone he had known for years made him uneasy, he couldn't understand why. He eventually came to the conclusion that everything that had happened had made him jumpy, after all he had been afraid of Elrond as well and there certainly was no need to be as far as he knew.
He was still thinking about these things when he began to drift into sleep. It was unintentional and he wasn't sure if it would happen when he first went to rest, he had only really left to get away from Elrond's questions. Now though he found himself falling into a grateful sleep.
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Elrond walked into the room to find Legolas lying on the bed, his eyes unfocused and unblinking. He smiled, he was asleep. Elrond had come prepared with some herbs to help him sleep but obviously he didn't need it. Elrond sat on the bed for a moment and looked at the young Prince, he looked fairly peaceful now, it was hard to understand why anyone would ever want to hurt something so beautiful. Elrond could understand why Thranduil wanted to keep his son near him. He almost looked like he wasn't built to be a warrior but Elrond knew that appearances were deceptive and that Legolas was the best archer in Mirkwood and probably Imladris as well.
This was what Elrond didn't understand. Legolas was a skilled fighter not just with the bow but also with his sword, which Elrond knew he always carried along with the twin daggers. Legolas was also fairly strong for a young Elf. It should have been no problem to keep his attacker away from him or at least injure him but Legolas didn't say anything about hurting his attacker or even putting up a fight. Elrond knew that Legolas fought back, he could tell by the wounds on his hands that Legolas had tried to fight his attacker. The question was why didn't he succeed? Then again Legolas had fought with his guards when he arrived and that could explain the marks but Elrond didn't believe for one moment that his guards would hurt the Prince even if they didn't know who he was. He did hope that Legolas had fought with the Elf that attacked him. He didn't make it easy for him.
Elrond looked into those deep blue eyes and even when Legolas was asleep there was a sense of fear in them. Elrond thought he could also see a hint of happiness that he was safe, however it was still disguised under that stone face that Legolas seemed to have mastered in the past few years.
Elrond was so tempted to wake him when he heard Legolas murmur his father's name lightly in his sleep. Elrond wondered whether he should mention any of this to Thranduil but it was against him promise and like he said it was his healer's duty to keep quiet. He couldn't tell Thranduil unless Legolas asked him to and Elrond seriously doubted that he would. It still amazed him that Thranduil kept his son so close, Legolas was certainly capable of taking care of himself, although he knew that didn't matter to Thranduil. All that mattered was keeping his son alive. Strangely though Legolas seemed to like the fact his father took so much trouble to make him safe.
Elrond decided that there was no point in him staying there, he was probably just going to make Legolas uneasy when he saw him so he got up quietly and covered Legolas with a blanket before leaving. He silently closed the door and left Legolas to sleep, he decided to make sure he saw Legolas again that evening but for now he left.
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There was someone lurking in the shadows away from the fire. Legolas could sense it, he could feel someone behind him. He heard the rustling but before he could do anything someone was jumping on him, holding him down, making sure he couldn't speak. He tried to cry out but just tasted blood as he bit his own lip. The rough hands wouldn't let him go, they were holding tighter. Then he felt the blade on his neck and instantly stopped struggling for fear of the blade cutting his throat.
He once again tried to scream as rough hands grabbed him and pushed him once again to the floor. He felt someone hitting him but he no longer cared that he couldn't do anything, he just wanted it to be over, wanted the man to get off him. The kicks got harder until Legolas couldn't feel anything.
That was when it stopped. Then nothing but a searing pain. . .
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Legolas sat bolt upright in bed. He found himself covered in a blanket, he didn't know where it came from but right then he was glad, it seemed like a safety blanket keeping the cold out and keeping him warm. He tried to stop his body shaking. He laid back down, suddenly feeling completely exhausted. He closed his eyes trying to get rid of those images but when he did it just seemed to get worse, flashes of the Elf on top of him kept going though his mind.
He sat up once again and looked out through the open window, it was just starting to get dark outside. It surprised him that he had slept that long. He hadn't expected to sleep at all but he was glad for it.
Legolas got up and walked though the corridors trying his best to avoid the people that often walked through the halls of Imladris at night. He had never really explored the place and got lost several times before finding a young servant to tell him the way back to the main part of the building. He saw the girl walking quickly down the hall and ran after her.
"Excuse me." He shouted making the girl turn quickly to face him.
"My Lord." She bowed quickly, seemingly embarrassed that she hadn't heard him coming. "Can I help you?"
"This is embarrassing I was walking and I got lost. Could you show me the way back to the living quarters?" He asked, his eyes taking in her appearance.
"Of course, and there's no need to be embarrassed, I get lost all the time and I've worked he for years." She laughed awkwardly trying to avoid his eyes, he could tell that she was uncomfortable but he didn't know whether it was because of his status or the large bruises that covered his face and hands.
"Well I have an excuse at least." Legolas laughed.
"It's your first time in Rivendell?" She asked, seemingly slightly more comfortable.
"No, just the first time I've ever decided to explore it's halls in the night. I'm sure Lord Elrond would not like to come searching for me so I should at least make an effort." He laughed once more. She seemed to become uneasy again at the mention of her Lord's name.
"I'll show you the way back. I'm going that way." She said walking swiftly and taking a left turn.
"So is there some way to find a way out of here?" Legolas said trying to make conversation after a few moments of uneasy silence.
"No, you just have to guess and hope that you have it right." She smiled.
"I'll try and remember that next time instead of having to ask innocent women."
"There's no need to think that you're bothering me my Lord." She said suddenly becoming very uneasy again.
"Call me Legolas." He said looking over at her.
"My Lord I couldn't it's really not my place." She said quickly, looking over at him as though he had said something awful.
"I insist. Besides if you carry on addressing me wrongly it is better that you used my name." Legolas said lightly.
"My Lord?" She asked, she seemed terrified that Legolas would tell her off.
"I'm not your Lord. I think you should reserve that title for Lord Elrond. I am 'Your Majesty' and seeing as I don't really like being called that and it seems far too grand for me I think Legolas would be better suited." Legolas said smiling at the girl.
At first she looked startled, worried about what she had just been told but her concern soon faded into a smile.
"Yes . . .your Majesty." She laughed. "Just follow the corridor down and you'll find the main living quarters."
"Thank you. Where would I find Elrond at this time of night?"
"He will either be in his room, the first on the right or in his study, just keep going along the corridor until you get to the main entrance then take the left corridor and it's the door at the end of the corridor. Good night Your Majesty." She smiled and walked off in the opposite direction.
Legolas smiled after her. He only just realised how tired he was, he hadn't realised it but he had walked right around the house. He walked the short distance to Elrond's room and knocked gently hoping he wasn't disturbing the Elven Lord. There was no answer so Legolas walked down the corridor to Elrond's study. He didn't even know why he was going there. He didn't want to talk to Elrond about what had happened and yet he didn't want to be left alone, the corridors seemed cold and frightening now he was alone, he hated sounding like a child pleading for his father but he felt safer when he was around Elrond. Not that he would ever tell him that.
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