Title: Free me, brother!
Author: Mellas Fenixxes
Summary: When Legolas was a baby, he was found by Denethor. He grew up with Boromir, who was of the same age, and Faramir. Reaching 17 years, Legolas finally found out he was no real part of this family and left. After some time, a wizard gives him the a task he must fulfil. And with it, he will have to destroy his past. AU
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Adventure/Angst
A/N: Finally I've updated again! Please enjoy this one cause I don't think I'm going to update anytime soon. I mean that I'll do my best, but next week we have two repetitions a day!!! The HORROR! Yep, I'm still at school. Oh no, don't wanna think of school! shakes head
Das Blume: I wish I had spotted Jack Sparrow around here!!! That guy is SO funny! And Will Turner too! ^ ^ I just love Pirates of the Caribbean, one of my favorite movies! Yay! Papiamentu is a language spoken on these islands here. The funny thing is, every island has another form of writing and speaking and nowhere else in the world ppl speak this language or even know that this language exists. That's why I don't wanna learn it! What am I going to do with this language?? I want espanol!!! Cruelly honest children, hey, I can use that! Could be funny! Thank you for helping me again! You're fantastic! (Don't think too high of yourself now ;)) But honestly I really appreciate your help! Thank you, Thank you, Thank you! Please enjoy this chapter!
Koriaena: I don't know for sure if elves grow up more slowly than humans, but it could be a possibility yes. Still I don't think it would fit in this story. Please don't feel sad now! Enjoy this chapter and thank you for sharing your thoughts!
Yavie Aelinel: Thanks for reviewing and telling me Serenora's real name! Have fun!
WinterRoseJ11: Yep, yep, here it continuose - continuese - continues!! continues! That's the word! Thank you for reviewing! Enjoy!
Marion: Well, here's another part to read and a 'thank you' of course for reviewing!!! You give me hope!
Evenstar: Thank you too for reviewing! I don't know what happend but I got over 30 mails from you with the same review. ^ ^ kinda funny! Thx!
Again I have to thank the reviewers!!! You're really helping me to write on! Chapter 3 has given the story a little twist, but maybe that'll be interesting! Please have a good time!
Free Me, Brother!
Chapter 3 Trouble!
From that moment there were no sweet words whispered in their ears and no shoulder on which you could cry your tears away. Boromir, Legolas and Faramir had to grow up alone, as their father had sunken into despair. He had hidden this very well, but his sons could sense it whenever he was around.
So they grew up, learning how to use a sword, knives and a bow. They learned to write, read and count. Denethor watched them grow up, but he didn't show any love towards them anymore. The memories were eating him away, slowly driving him insane. The only one of the three boys who could change Denethor back into the father he was, was Boromir. Father and son would walk around, telling stories and laughing once more. Faramir, instead, made their father's face look grim and angry. A little hint of sadness was to be found in his eyes if you searched for it. But beside that, he was the cold-hearted care taker of the throne the way the people outside their home knew him. Nobody remembered the cheerful, optimistic Denethor from his early days. Ain't it true, that once you have a bad image, you have to fight really hard to change it?
The now 16 year old Legolas had watched it all in silence. He loved his father, there was no doubt in that. Denethor sometimes came to him and train with him and told him stories about his own childhood. All with all, Legolas knew that Denethor loved him, but just had trouble showing it.
'Noooo! Heeey! SPLASH That's no fair!'
'Yes, it is!'
'No, it's not!'
Boromir stuck out his tongue and laughed at his little brother who was swimming back to shore after Boromir had pushed him in.
'I'm gonna get you!' Faramir warned.
Boromir just laughed.
Five minutes later two boys and an elf were splashing water to each other, identical grins plastered on their faces.
'Wha-' blub
'See!' Faramir said proudly when Boromir crawled back up again to take a deep breath of oxygen. 'I got you back! I told you! I told you!'
Boromir emptied his mouth which was filled with water and grimaced at Legolas, who just pointed and laughed at his face. Boromir's hair was covered with a plant that was nearly identical to seaweed.
With a mischievous grin Boromir ducked back under water and sought out his goal. Legolas, having noticed Boromir's disappearance looked around him and yelped when he was dragged under water by his brother in revenge. If it wasn't for the lack of oxygen elf and men have when they're under water, both of them would be laughing hard. None the less they started a fight,which lasted as long as fifteen seconds before they had to get up again where Faramir was patiently waiting to splash them with the water once more.
When they got out of the water it was near dusk. Their hair was filthy and sticky, sand all over their clothes and Boromir still had the seaweed-like looking plant on his hair.
'You know,' Legolas said while putting on his boots, 'We were supposed to clean ourselves.'
Boromir made a face. 'Oh right. I forgot.'
'Is father going to get angry again that we didn't bathe?' Faramir asked with a frown on his face.
'I don't know,' both Legolas and Boromir answered at the same time. That answer didn't reassure Faramir at all.
Standing in the library with his mop and a bucket filled with water, it was the klotsj klotsj sound that brought Frihtyl to the hall. There he saw Denethor's three children trying to sneak to their rooms upstairs, leaving muddy footprints on the shiny floor which he had just cleaned with the same mop he held in his hands right now.
'Boromir, Legolas and Faramir!' he yelled. 'What do you think you're doing?'
Trapped, all three of them turned around and colored red.
'Don't move! You're going to clean this up! It took my whole afternoon to mop this floor and in a few seconds my work is destroyed! By you!'
Frihtyl, who was obviously one of the cleaners or handymen Denethor hired to take care of his home, walked over the floor to where the three boys stood, immobile.
'Here! You, Faramir, are going to mop, and Boromir and Legolas, you are going to rub it shiny again on your hands and knees!' He said, and handed Boromir the bucket where two cloths were floating on the water.
Legolas whispered something in Boromir's ear when Frihtyl turned around to walk away and Boromir grinned in agreement. Quickly lifting the bucket above his head he threw it to the cleaner. That gave quite a sight. Frihtyl is the kind of guy who's trying to do everything perfect, from putting on his socks to eating his lunch. Now he was standing there like a drowned cat, soaked from his bald head to his toenails. Faramir rolled over the ground. How he had wished that something like this would happen to the ever grumpy cleaner. Boromir and Legolas were holding each other in a desperate move to remain standing while they were roaring with laughter. Picking up the now empty bucket on an even more filthy floor Frihtyl pointed his long, boned finger at the rascals. A look on his face that told them he hadn't enjoyed this one bit.
'You will pay for this! I am going to your father!'
With that made crystal clear he stomped off to change clothes. The three brothers looked at each other. They were in trouble again. It would be wise to get cleaned up and be ready when their father would sent somebody to bring them to his study.
Now Denethor's study was a rather nice room to be when the curtains are opened. In the middle of two big windows there was a door that leads to another balcony. Cupboards filled with old books and covered with dust were standing at each wall. In the left corner was a desk where Denethor could sit for ages. He might just be thinking, or writing letters and sometimes he might even take a look at all the books around him when he was there. This was his room to relax and work altogether. In a dark corner, where never will come any light, stood a wooden chest filled with various stuff. You never know what you'll find in it! When Faramir was two years old and crawling like a speed boat he had found a little teddy bear in this chest. That teddy bear is still to be found in his own room. But beside sweet teddy bears and a lot of paper, there were also whips and little closed cans hidden in the big box.
When Boromir, Legolas and Faramir came in, as clean as they could get themselves, they stood in front of the desk. Behind it sat their father, silently, his hands to his head. Not at all comforted by the quiet figure of their father, the three brothers could nothing do but wait before Denethor would start his speech and decide their punishment.
TBC
A/N: Whew, I don't know where this story is going! My fingers seem to live their own life. Well, at least I posted a chapter! Please tell me if it was nice!! Love, Mellas Fenixxes.
Author: Mellas Fenixxes
Summary: When Legolas was a baby, he was found by Denethor. He grew up with Boromir, who was of the same age, and Faramir. Reaching 17 years, Legolas finally found out he was no real part of this family and left. After some time, a wizard gives him the a task he must fulfil. And with it, he will have to destroy his past. AU
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Adventure/Angst
A/N: Finally I've updated again! Please enjoy this one cause I don't think I'm going to update anytime soon. I mean that I'll do my best, but next week we have two repetitions a day!!! The HORROR! Yep, I'm still at school. Oh no, don't wanna think of school! shakes head
Das Blume: I wish I had spotted Jack Sparrow around here!!! That guy is SO funny! And Will Turner too! ^ ^ I just love Pirates of the Caribbean, one of my favorite movies! Yay! Papiamentu is a language spoken on these islands here. The funny thing is, every island has another form of writing and speaking and nowhere else in the world ppl speak this language or even know that this language exists. That's why I don't wanna learn it! What am I going to do with this language?? I want espanol!!! Cruelly honest children, hey, I can use that! Could be funny! Thank you for helping me again! You're fantastic! (Don't think too high of yourself now ;)) But honestly I really appreciate your help! Thank you, Thank you, Thank you! Please enjoy this chapter!
Koriaena: I don't know for sure if elves grow up more slowly than humans, but it could be a possibility yes. Still I don't think it would fit in this story. Please don't feel sad now! Enjoy this chapter and thank you for sharing your thoughts!
Yavie Aelinel: Thanks for reviewing and telling me Serenora's real name! Have fun!
WinterRoseJ11: Yep, yep, here it continuose - continuese - continues!! continues! That's the word! Thank you for reviewing! Enjoy!
Marion: Well, here's another part to read and a 'thank you' of course for reviewing!!! You give me hope!
Evenstar: Thank you too for reviewing! I don't know what happend but I got over 30 mails from you with the same review. ^ ^ kinda funny! Thx!
Again I have to thank the reviewers!!! You're really helping me to write on! Chapter 3 has given the story a little twist, but maybe that'll be interesting! Please have a good time!
Free Me, Brother!
Chapter 3 Trouble!
From that moment there were no sweet words whispered in their ears and no shoulder on which you could cry your tears away. Boromir, Legolas and Faramir had to grow up alone, as their father had sunken into despair. He had hidden this very well, but his sons could sense it whenever he was around.
So they grew up, learning how to use a sword, knives and a bow. They learned to write, read and count. Denethor watched them grow up, but he didn't show any love towards them anymore. The memories were eating him away, slowly driving him insane. The only one of the three boys who could change Denethor back into the father he was, was Boromir. Father and son would walk around, telling stories and laughing once more. Faramir, instead, made their father's face look grim and angry. A little hint of sadness was to be found in his eyes if you searched for it. But beside that, he was the cold-hearted care taker of the throne the way the people outside their home knew him. Nobody remembered the cheerful, optimistic Denethor from his early days. Ain't it true, that once you have a bad image, you have to fight really hard to change it?
The now 16 year old Legolas had watched it all in silence. He loved his father, there was no doubt in that. Denethor sometimes came to him and train with him and told him stories about his own childhood. All with all, Legolas knew that Denethor loved him, but just had trouble showing it.
'Noooo! Heeey! SPLASH That's no fair!'
'Yes, it is!'
'No, it's not!'
Boromir stuck out his tongue and laughed at his little brother who was swimming back to shore after Boromir had pushed him in.
'I'm gonna get you!' Faramir warned.
Boromir just laughed.
Five minutes later two boys and an elf were splashing water to each other, identical grins plastered on their faces.
'Wha-' blub
'See!' Faramir said proudly when Boromir crawled back up again to take a deep breath of oxygen. 'I got you back! I told you! I told you!'
Boromir emptied his mouth which was filled with water and grimaced at Legolas, who just pointed and laughed at his face. Boromir's hair was covered with a plant that was nearly identical to seaweed.
With a mischievous grin Boromir ducked back under water and sought out his goal. Legolas, having noticed Boromir's disappearance looked around him and yelped when he was dragged under water by his brother in revenge. If it wasn't for the lack of oxygen elf and men have when they're under water, both of them would be laughing hard. None the less they started a fight,which lasted as long as fifteen seconds before they had to get up again where Faramir was patiently waiting to splash them with the water once more.
When they got out of the water it was near dusk. Their hair was filthy and sticky, sand all over their clothes and Boromir still had the seaweed-like looking plant on his hair.
'You know,' Legolas said while putting on his boots, 'We were supposed to clean ourselves.'
Boromir made a face. 'Oh right. I forgot.'
'Is father going to get angry again that we didn't bathe?' Faramir asked with a frown on his face.
'I don't know,' both Legolas and Boromir answered at the same time. That answer didn't reassure Faramir at all.
Standing in the library with his mop and a bucket filled with water, it was the klotsj klotsj sound that brought Frihtyl to the hall. There he saw Denethor's three children trying to sneak to their rooms upstairs, leaving muddy footprints on the shiny floor which he had just cleaned with the same mop he held in his hands right now.
'Boromir, Legolas and Faramir!' he yelled. 'What do you think you're doing?'
Trapped, all three of them turned around and colored red.
'Don't move! You're going to clean this up! It took my whole afternoon to mop this floor and in a few seconds my work is destroyed! By you!'
Frihtyl, who was obviously one of the cleaners or handymen Denethor hired to take care of his home, walked over the floor to where the three boys stood, immobile.
'Here! You, Faramir, are going to mop, and Boromir and Legolas, you are going to rub it shiny again on your hands and knees!' He said, and handed Boromir the bucket where two cloths were floating on the water.
Legolas whispered something in Boromir's ear when Frihtyl turned around to walk away and Boromir grinned in agreement. Quickly lifting the bucket above his head he threw it to the cleaner. That gave quite a sight. Frihtyl is the kind of guy who's trying to do everything perfect, from putting on his socks to eating his lunch. Now he was standing there like a drowned cat, soaked from his bald head to his toenails. Faramir rolled over the ground. How he had wished that something like this would happen to the ever grumpy cleaner. Boromir and Legolas were holding each other in a desperate move to remain standing while they were roaring with laughter. Picking up the now empty bucket on an even more filthy floor Frihtyl pointed his long, boned finger at the rascals. A look on his face that told them he hadn't enjoyed this one bit.
'You will pay for this! I am going to your father!'
With that made crystal clear he stomped off to change clothes. The three brothers looked at each other. They were in trouble again. It would be wise to get cleaned up and be ready when their father would sent somebody to bring them to his study.
Now Denethor's study was a rather nice room to be when the curtains are opened. In the middle of two big windows there was a door that leads to another balcony. Cupboards filled with old books and covered with dust were standing at each wall. In the left corner was a desk where Denethor could sit for ages. He might just be thinking, or writing letters and sometimes he might even take a look at all the books around him when he was there. This was his room to relax and work altogether. In a dark corner, where never will come any light, stood a wooden chest filled with various stuff. You never know what you'll find in it! When Faramir was two years old and crawling like a speed boat he had found a little teddy bear in this chest. That teddy bear is still to be found in his own room. But beside sweet teddy bears and a lot of paper, there were also whips and little closed cans hidden in the big box.
When Boromir, Legolas and Faramir came in, as clean as they could get themselves, they stood in front of the desk. Behind it sat their father, silently, his hands to his head. Not at all comforted by the quiet figure of their father, the three brothers could nothing do but wait before Denethor would start his speech and decide their punishment.
TBC
A/N: Whew, I don't know where this story is going! My fingers seem to live their own life. Well, at least I posted a chapter! Please tell me if it was nice!! Love, Mellas Fenixxes.