TORTURE BY TODDLER
By Vilya74
Disclaimer: I still have not successfully negotiated the rights to any of Tolkien's characters (although it is just a matter of time, really), so I'm just borrowing them for my own pleasure, and hopefully yours. I will try to return them with only such wear and tear as may be reasonable under the circumstances. Of course, I will determine the circumstances (mwahaha [evil laugh and such]).
Thank you to everyone who reviewed Mischief. I have been planning to write a sequel ever since, but it is only now taking shape. I am also working on Fair Folk and Redemption at this time, so please bear with me if I do not post as often as I would like.
Summary: Who was behind all those incidents in Imladris? Legolas is protesting his innocence, but are those blue eyes hiding something? Could it be Aragorn, the future king? And will they be able to endure their punishment? After all, it was designed by the Elf of the Eyebrows of Dooooooom.
Chapter I: The Council of Elrond
Of course, it all began when they innocently came upon Lord Elrond, trussed up in a tree, early one morning. And it should have ended there, but Fate, or something akin to it, had Other Ideas.
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"Prince Legolas, the Council will hear you now." The words were like death sentences in themselves, and the Prince who had faced thousands of Orcs in his life without fear in his heart, now could not stop the trepidation that knotted his stomach and made his hands sweat. His only consolation was found in the anxious look on his friend's face. At least he would not face whatever punishment lay in store for him alone. And it would serve Aragorn right if he should suffer twice as much. After all, the whole thing was his idea.
"Legolas Thranduillion, crown prince of Mirkwood, how do you plead?" Lord Elrond's voice boomed across the hall, and Legolas felt certain that the acoustics had been designed to make any accused feel small and insignificant.
"N't g'lty, M'lor," mumbled Legolas, eyes downcast.
"Speak up when you address the Council!" This time it was Lord Glorfindel whose voice thundered over Legolas' head. He had to clear his throat twice before he could say clearly:
"Not guilty, My Lord."
A long silence followed his words, and then everyone on the Council started talking at once.
"Silence!" The single word from Lord Elrond brought order to the proceedings. "Do you deny that the suffering which befell half this Council came about as a direct result of your actions?"
"Well, it wasn't entirely our fault, we only ..."
"Did you, or did you not initiate the course of events that lead to the incident that took place last Friday?" Lord Elrond's eyebrows, newly grown, raised alarmingly.
"Well, actually..." Legolas still valiantly tried to deny full culpability.
"YES or NO, Prince Legolas?" The eyebrows had now hit the roof, and Legolas knew better than to tempt fate any further.
"Yes, my Lord," he said with his head bowed. Perhaps the Council would go easier on him if he looked suitably repentant.
"Do you have anything to say in your own defense?"
His thoughts were in turmoil. Where could he start, and how much could he reveal without causing further embarrassment. He had gone over the events of the last few months a thousand times, but still he could not explain it all. He sighed and decided to look his doom straight in the face.
"No my Lord. Only that we never meant to cause harm to anyone and did not foresee this outcome. I am truly sorry for the hurt we caused and will accept the ruling of this Council." Sincerity exuded from every pore and no elf maid could have looked more innocent and virtuous at that moment.
Lord Elrond seemed unimpressed by this show of guileless rectitude. "Very well. You will hear the Council's verdict tomorrow at noon. In the mean time you will be confined to your quarters. Is that understood?"
"Yes, my Lord." Relieved to be dismissed from the chamber, Legolas could not dispel the feeling of dread.
Walking back to his chambers, where he knew Aragorn would shortly join him, he allowed his memories to take him back to the day his friend had made the oh-so-innocent-sounding suggestion. He grimaces as he recalls his enthusiastic response. No use pretending it was Aragorn who dumped him in this mess. He sighs and shakes his head mournfully. If only...
tbc
By Vilya74
Disclaimer: I still have not successfully negotiated the rights to any of Tolkien's characters (although it is just a matter of time, really), so I'm just borrowing them for my own pleasure, and hopefully yours. I will try to return them with only such wear and tear as may be reasonable under the circumstances. Of course, I will determine the circumstances (mwahaha [evil laugh and such]).
Thank you to everyone who reviewed Mischief. I have been planning to write a sequel ever since, but it is only now taking shape. I am also working on Fair Folk and Redemption at this time, so please bear with me if I do not post as often as I would like.
Summary: Who was behind all those incidents in Imladris? Legolas is protesting his innocence, but are those blue eyes hiding something? Could it be Aragorn, the future king? And will they be able to endure their punishment? After all, it was designed by the Elf of the Eyebrows of Dooooooom.
Chapter I: The Council of Elrond
Of course, it all began when they innocently came upon Lord Elrond, trussed up in a tree, early one morning. And it should have ended there, but Fate, or something akin to it, had Other Ideas.
*******
"Prince Legolas, the Council will hear you now." The words were like death sentences in themselves, and the Prince who had faced thousands of Orcs in his life without fear in his heart, now could not stop the trepidation that knotted his stomach and made his hands sweat. His only consolation was found in the anxious look on his friend's face. At least he would not face whatever punishment lay in store for him alone. And it would serve Aragorn right if he should suffer twice as much. After all, the whole thing was his idea.
"Legolas Thranduillion, crown prince of Mirkwood, how do you plead?" Lord Elrond's voice boomed across the hall, and Legolas felt certain that the acoustics had been designed to make any accused feel small and insignificant.
"N't g'lty, M'lor," mumbled Legolas, eyes downcast.
"Speak up when you address the Council!" This time it was Lord Glorfindel whose voice thundered over Legolas' head. He had to clear his throat twice before he could say clearly:
"Not guilty, My Lord."
A long silence followed his words, and then everyone on the Council started talking at once.
"Silence!" The single word from Lord Elrond brought order to the proceedings. "Do you deny that the suffering which befell half this Council came about as a direct result of your actions?"
"Well, it wasn't entirely our fault, we only ..."
"Did you, or did you not initiate the course of events that lead to the incident that took place last Friday?" Lord Elrond's eyebrows, newly grown, raised alarmingly.
"Well, actually..." Legolas still valiantly tried to deny full culpability.
"YES or NO, Prince Legolas?" The eyebrows had now hit the roof, and Legolas knew better than to tempt fate any further.
"Yes, my Lord," he said with his head bowed. Perhaps the Council would go easier on him if he looked suitably repentant.
"Do you have anything to say in your own defense?"
His thoughts were in turmoil. Where could he start, and how much could he reveal without causing further embarrassment. He had gone over the events of the last few months a thousand times, but still he could not explain it all. He sighed and decided to look his doom straight in the face.
"No my Lord. Only that we never meant to cause harm to anyone and did not foresee this outcome. I am truly sorry for the hurt we caused and will accept the ruling of this Council." Sincerity exuded from every pore and no elf maid could have looked more innocent and virtuous at that moment.
Lord Elrond seemed unimpressed by this show of guileless rectitude. "Very well. You will hear the Council's verdict tomorrow at noon. In the mean time you will be confined to your quarters. Is that understood?"
"Yes, my Lord." Relieved to be dismissed from the chamber, Legolas could not dispel the feeling of dread.
Walking back to his chambers, where he knew Aragorn would shortly join him, he allowed his memories to take him back to the day his friend had made the oh-so-innocent-sounding suggestion. He grimaces as he recalls his enthusiastic response. No use pretending it was Aragorn who dumped him in this mess. He sighs and shakes his head mournfully. If only...
tbc