Title: Antatar: Prince of Death
Rating: Pg-13
Series/Sequel: Sequal to Kleine Taube and second chapter of Antatar.
Summary: See part 1.
Warning: Swearing and other stuff.
Disclaimer: I really hope no one's actually stupid enough to think I own LotR. I wish I did. But I don't. Don't sue, all you'll get is well, nothing.=^.^=
A/N: I must admit, I wasn't actually planning on finishing this story. I had the next chapter almost completed and my computer crashed and I lost all of it. It really bummed me out. I was ready to just give up writing. But then Gwen Darrow9, Sorry if that's spelled wrong) e-mailed me and I find myself wanting to write more. Well, on with the story. Please R&R.=^.^=
Walking down the corridors at a brisk pace the king of Gondor found himself at the entryway to the gardens. Blinking he glanced around and wondered at how he had gotten here, he had been meaning to end up in Legolas' chambers. Deciding that his visit to Legolas could wait he continued on his way.
The gardens were beautiful, though they in no way came close to the splendor of Imladris'*, they still had a magnificence of their own. Flowers of every type and color grace the ground and decorated the archways.
Even when he had first arrived here and they were still a mostly new addition he had found them calming and a perfect place to let is mind muse on lesser and not so lesser things.
Speaking, or thinking in this case, of not so lesser things he needed to come to a decision on Orgollica's proposition. Legolas would no doubt be opposed to it, but it would bring great wealth to his country and solve many issues of money.
Yet it would only benefit him if people weren't too opposed to the idea. Slavery had always been a touchy subject, and to bring it to a place where it had been abolished for countless years** would surely raise conflict.
There was also his "father" *** whom he was sure would most definitely not agree with the idea. The same went for the rest of his family. Elves never had understood the need, or reason for it. Lastly but definitely not least there was Legolas. The prince would most likely hate him forever for even considering the idea. Well Legolas was neither his boss nor his conscience and he would do as he pleased. Things were going to change around here, after he found out who was kissing in the bushes.
Sneaking towards the dark foliage almost as quietly as an elf he strained his ears to see if he could gleam the knowledge of the mystery lovers from their voices.
"Oh! Yes, . . . yes, please. . . more."
He'd heard that voice before. Could it be Arwen? Surely the elf princess wouldn't be doing such a disgraceful thing as this. Apparently not. Yes, that was definitely he cloak on the ground. A small smile found its way to his face, now he would finally find out who her mystery lover was.
Climbing a nearby tree he shimmied across a branch and peered down, trying to catch a glimpse at who was sharing a bush with his ex-fiancé, A bit of white caught his eye, and a beard? Arwen, apparently, had a thing for men. More moaning could be heard from her and she started shaping words again.
"Oh, I love you so much. Please, oh please, harder. Yes, hmm. . . oh Gandalf.
*Rivendell (forgive me if I spelled Imladris wrong)
**I'm guessing they haven't had slavery there for awhile. I'm not sure and if I'm wrong then that's why this stories an AU.
***Elrond fostered him and I find I reasonable for Aragorn to still think of him as a father. The quotations should explain themselves, though I'm sure not in the way they're supposed to. You'll all find out later.
A/N: Please don't kill me. Sorry for the shortness. 500 Legolas treats to anyone who guessed Gandalf.=^.^=
Rating: Pg-13
Series/Sequel: Sequal to Kleine Taube and second chapter of Antatar.
Summary: See part 1.
Warning: Swearing and other stuff.
Disclaimer: I really hope no one's actually stupid enough to think I own LotR. I wish I did. But I don't. Don't sue, all you'll get is well, nothing.=^.^=
A/N: I must admit, I wasn't actually planning on finishing this story. I had the next chapter almost completed and my computer crashed and I lost all of it. It really bummed me out. I was ready to just give up writing. But then Gwen Darrow9, Sorry if that's spelled wrong) e-mailed me and I find myself wanting to write more. Well, on with the story. Please R&R.=^.^=
Walking down the corridors at a brisk pace the king of Gondor found himself at the entryway to the gardens. Blinking he glanced around and wondered at how he had gotten here, he had been meaning to end up in Legolas' chambers. Deciding that his visit to Legolas could wait he continued on his way.
The gardens were beautiful, though they in no way came close to the splendor of Imladris'*, they still had a magnificence of their own. Flowers of every type and color grace the ground and decorated the archways.
Even when he had first arrived here and they were still a mostly new addition he had found them calming and a perfect place to let is mind muse on lesser and not so lesser things.
Speaking, or thinking in this case, of not so lesser things he needed to come to a decision on Orgollica's proposition. Legolas would no doubt be opposed to it, but it would bring great wealth to his country and solve many issues of money.
Yet it would only benefit him if people weren't too opposed to the idea. Slavery had always been a touchy subject, and to bring it to a place where it had been abolished for countless years** would surely raise conflict.
There was also his "father" *** whom he was sure would most definitely not agree with the idea. The same went for the rest of his family. Elves never had understood the need, or reason for it. Lastly but definitely not least there was Legolas. The prince would most likely hate him forever for even considering the idea. Well Legolas was neither his boss nor his conscience and he would do as he pleased. Things were going to change around here, after he found out who was kissing in the bushes.
Sneaking towards the dark foliage almost as quietly as an elf he strained his ears to see if he could gleam the knowledge of the mystery lovers from their voices.
"Oh! Yes, . . . yes, please. . . more."
He'd heard that voice before. Could it be Arwen? Surely the elf princess wouldn't be doing such a disgraceful thing as this. Apparently not. Yes, that was definitely he cloak on the ground. A small smile found its way to his face, now he would finally find out who her mystery lover was.
Climbing a nearby tree he shimmied across a branch and peered down, trying to catch a glimpse at who was sharing a bush with his ex-fiancé, A bit of white caught his eye, and a beard? Arwen, apparently, had a thing for men. More moaning could be heard from her and she started shaping words again.
"Oh, I love you so much. Please, oh please, harder. Yes, hmm. . . oh Gandalf.
*Rivendell (forgive me if I spelled Imladris wrong)
**I'm guessing they haven't had slavery there for awhile. I'm not sure and if I'm wrong then that's why this stories an AU.
***Elrond fostered him and I find I reasonable for Aragorn to still think of him as a father. The quotations should explain themselves, though I'm sure not in the way they're supposed to. You'll all find out later.
A/N: Please don't kill me. Sorry for the shortness. 500 Legolas treats to anyone who guessed Gandalf.=^.^=