Title: To Be Perfect Or Not
Author: Edward Uwnhai Silverfang
Type: FPS
Pairing: Legolas/Gimli
Rating: G
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me, only the story line.
Beta: LadyHawksShadow
Summary: While traveling to the havens with Gimli, Legolas thinks about his father.
Author's Note: I'm joining this to a series of fic's all written listening to a song, this one was 'Perfect' by Simple Plan. This doesn't necessarily mean the story carries a similar essence to the song or some other such, it just means I was listening to it and it inspired me to write this story.
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Legolas stood, hand resting on the stern balustrade and looking out at the great expanse of water in every direction, with his dwarf sleeping fitfully bellow; for the first time since setting sail. He thought over his life, and he vividly remembered every time he had reported something to his father and had seen the disappointment in his eyes.
Thranduil was a hard elf to please, his father had been the same way with him, he considered every failure of his children to be one of his own, and Legolas couldn't seem to get the knack of being perfect.
Some of his biggest failures came to mind, even the ones his father had never discovered, but Legolas kept score; he always did. Gollum escaping him, losing hope at Helm's Deep, leaving his father to fend for Mirkwood without his help to frolic all across Arda, even though it was a noble deed as far as everyone else was concerned.
His father still considered it a personal insult, and then leaving to found an Elven haven in Ithilien and even taking a number of elves from his father's lands. He had tired hard. When younger, he had thought of Thranduil as his hero, but nothing lasts forever.
He had been sorry, always apologizing to his father for so many years of his long life, but Thranduil had never understood, and had come close to disinheriting him when he had confessed to him that Gimli was his lover. Thranduil had only told him to leave, go to Ithilien and never face Thranduil again till the dwarf was gone.
But here Legolas was, taking 'the dwarf' with him the havens. Wouldn't father just be so pleased when he docked? Legolas sighed, hunching down so he sat leaning against the railing, his head resting on his legs. He huffed to try and dislodge the golden hair that persisted in tickling his face.
It didn't work.
Annoyed, he took the offending strands and pushed them behind his ears. He looked up as he heard the loud tread of his lover as his dwarf stopped in front of him. Gimli huffed this time, took Legolas' hand in his own and pulled the elf into a standing position, then tugged him down bellow deck where he tried to curl up with the prince.
"It's hard to sleep with you not here and near to throwing a tantrum up there. Sleep," he ordered. Legolas couldn't help but smile benignly and relaxed as ordered, why fret over something that was impossible to change? Between Gimli and his family, he would choose Gimli a million times over. Let Thranduil fret and stalk around bellowing at him with his considerable lungs, it wouldn't budge Legolas on this decision. Gimli was his dwarf, and he was Gimli's elf.
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