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: I know I'm a little very late with posting this chapter, but FF.net just wouldn't let me log in!!! Just so you don't kill me yet ~.^ have a nice time!
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Psycho Elf: Hey, hey! I'm happy that you're still here! Awww, to bad you're not really psycho. I did a quiz once, turned out to be a psycho. ;) Maybe I was in a very psychotic (does that word EXIST?) mood at the time! Hope you'll like it!
Das Blume: Haya! How's life? Yeah, Denethor is nuts, but you're right about the plot coming closer and closer. It's time for Legolas to do something! Actually, I wrote that part of 'by possessed by some strange force' just because that jumped up in my head. I didn't have any intention with it. Now it seems I do, thanks to you! Now my story is going to the left instead of to the right. My fingers don't know what they're typing. Where did I leave my brain?? sigh. Denethor left those 'inventions' of him in his drawer, cause there's nobody who cleans his study, because it's *his* study. By the way, if someone would clean it, it's Frithyl. And do you trust him? I don't! He's a little like Grima! brrrrrr 600 reviews???? WAAAAAAAUWWW, now that's a lot! How many time are you allowed to spend online??? Wow, I'm totally amazed here. Hehe, you're a decent writer already! At least more decent than I'll ever be! ^ ^! Oh, have you seen the anime's Knights of the Zodiac and Yu Yu Hakusho?? I f you did, can you tell me what's going on over there? It's not in Japanese here, but in Spanish!!!!!! I do understand some of it, but not everything. Just the big lines. Don't you want to sail to the west? I'd love to! Going to all the elves!! starts daydreaming Sure you can take my papiamentu classes! My parents won't mind! I'll dress you up the way I look and they won't notice a difference! :p Whahahaha! Hello you nice chicken! Hihi, I'm going to say that to Ej, she'd probably react with 'kippekop', but it's worth a try! Shikki and I are angry at the moment. Well, I'm not angry, she is. Just because I gave her a little whack at the back of her head. And I'm sure it couldn't have hurt cause I didn't do it that hard and I receive those headwhacks every day! (from who? Well, my father! It's fun!) How're your friends doing? This chappy doesn't have much action, but there're some explanations in it. I'm happy I made this an AU!! :p Enjoyy!!
Shadow of the Ages: Well, who's blood is was is yours to choose! I'm not going to tell, it a *secret* :p Just kidding. I suppose is Legolas' blood, he was thrown at the door first! wicked grin Thanks for reviewing!
Asphodel Tunnelly: First thing: You HAVE to update that Legolas-story you're writing! I just can't get it out of my head! I suppose it's my turn to update now, isn't it? I am a little late, but now that the holidays are going to begin, it'll be easier to write and post! Thx for reviewing!
Sparrow Greenleaf: Sorry that I'm so evil! It wasn't the general idea, but it seems that my wicked mind just wanted the torture to begin already! Do you mind very much?
Yavie Aelinel: You don't need to be ashamed that you like to read torture, I think every human does in different ways enjoy torturing ppl on paper, and reading about it is very nice too. Oops, I mean extremely satisfying :p, Sorry, I know I'm being a weirdo now. I don't wanna scare you away! starts petting the flowers I'm a really nice person! So I thank you verrry much for reviewing!!
Cheysuli: Yes, that site. Or well, I think it was that site. I didn't read the name, I was like -glued to the screen to read all those great stories! Hmm, I hope you get some answers to your questions in this chapter. More explanations will come soon enough. I'm having a nice idea for a Gimli/Legolas story, but I dunno when I'll write it. Cya!
Evenstar: It was you're fave chap?? does the chicken-dance Hoooray!! I pleased somebody! I hope you'll like this one too, although there ain't much action.
Kept-Secret: Good that you pointed out that mistake, cause I would never have noticed it. On the other hand, I'm not sure if it could be seen as a mistake, but I'll watch my use of the word 'either' for you! You're probably right, I'll ask my teacher! Uhm, oh no wait. I can't let my teacher read this story! He'd think I'm nuts! Which I am, but I think you understand what I'm trying to say. Anyways, thank you very much for your help!
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Chapter 6. A true brother.
Slowly regaining consciousness again Legolas pulled the limp body of Faramir off of him and lay the bleeding boy carefully on the ground. Adopted. The word ran through his head over and over again. Adopted. 'You have been adopted', were the exact words. When Legolas didn't here any noise in the chamber he was, he looked up and found Denethor sitting on the windowsill. He turned his head to look at his son - no, his adopted elf. That particular elf felt like he was deaf; no sound reached his ears, all was strangely silent.
'I -' Legolas struggled with his words. He had no idea what he should say. He didn't want to make his father angry, but then again he wanted to know whether he was truly adopted or not. Fear smashed into him like a bullet cut through air. He felt filthy; his blood had mingled with his sweat and his clothes stuck to him. 'I just want to know.' He finally whispered.
Denethor's eyes lightened red. Dark red. A menacing laugh escaped his lips.
'You are ADOPTED.'
The sound of Denethor's voice echoed against the walls, which repeated the word mercilessly like they wanted to understate the horrible fact.
'Adopted…'
Denethor advanced to him and Legolas curled into a tight ball.
'-Dopted…'
He released a sob when a whip had suddenly appeared in Denethor's hand and came down on his unprotected back.
'-Opted…'
A little flame of hope soon died as he saw the look in Boromir's eyes when he came to stand behind his father.
'-Pted…'
With a little nod, Denethor handed his oldest son the weapon so he could whip the poor elf too. Tears streamed down his face at the moment Boromir started yelling at him that he hated him. That he was nothing but a stupid orphan.
'-Ted…'
The echoes were dying and now Faramir crawled to his knees. Watching down at the elf he asked Boromir permission which his older *real* brother gave happily. Being whipped by his only family, and especially by his brothers who had accepted him for who he was, broke Legolas' heart.
'-Ed…'
Faramir let the whip fall down and shook Legolas roughly, asking him why he had lied to them, why he was an orphan.
Legolas woke up startled, feeling somebody shaking him.
'Wake up! Legolas!'
A moan slipped his lips and hearing that, Boromir stopped his shaking. Legolas had scared him to death when he suddenly had started tossing and turning in his bed, crying bitter tears.
'It was only a nightmare,' he said softly and petted the golden head. Legolas hugged Boromir close, weeping all his pain away on the offered shoulder.
'It's all right, you're save.'
'Save?' The elf repeated, frowning slightly.
'Nightmares aren't real.'
Shifting his hand to the small back he petted his brother comfortably, feeling him relax some more. From the moment Boromir had heard another body slamming against the door of the study he had decided that that was it. Whether it was his father or not, he had to stop whatever was going on inside there. He didn't remember how he got the axe, or where he got it from, all he remembered were the three bodies lying on the ground. Faramir lying on Legolas in a heap of blood and clothes; and in the left corner his father. He was deadly pale and his mouth hung open. His eyes so wide that Boromir wouldn't be surprised if they'd just fall out. Not daring to get too close to Denethor he dragged Faramir off of Legolas first and carried them both to the healers' wing. After listening to one of the healers, who was convinced that they would live, he asked one of the other healers to come with him. Leading the other to where his father lay, they had found the study empty. Denethor still wasn't found.
'How do you feel, Leggy?'
'I'm going to be fine… and Boromir?'
'Yes, what is it?'
'I - I'm not your real brother, am I?
In one swift move Boromir looked Legolas in the eye.
'Who said that?'
'Denethor.'
'Legolas,' Boromir had a very serious tone in his voice. 'I know how different you are from us, but I've got used to that. Do you remember the time when I tried to sleep with my eyes open?'
Legolas nodded, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
'Then you also know what mother said. She said that you had received a gift from whoever had given this to you. She said you were to be one of the elves, nature folk. Then she told stories about the elves and gave you books. She *never* denied you as her son, and because of that, I will *never* deny you as my brother. And I'm sure Faramir thinks the same way as I do. We have grown up with you, don't you think that that's enough to make you a part of our family?'
'So… Boromir?'
'Yes?'
'You knew I wasn't really your brother?'
'No, I didn't know… nor did I doubt about it. Legolas, I can't see my past without you! You are part of my past!' Boromir held his brother's hands and tried to look past the sapphire gaze. 'Look, if you were adopted, as Denethor says, I must've been a baby. Cause I certainly don't remember *one* moment in my past when you weren't already there.'
'Thank you.'
'Don't be such a dramatic, I can't stand that!' Boromir gave his brother a strong hug and careful of his injuries he pushed the elf back into the pillows that adorned the bed. Legolas gave a grin.
'Now, I have to return to the facts.'
'Excuse me?' Legolas' grin faded away again. 'What are you talking about?'
'Fact number one: You HAVE to rest,' Boromir raised his thumb to show him he was counting seriously.
'That's not a fact!' Legolas protested, although he had to admit he felt a bit drowsy.
'Fact number two: You have been sleeping for nearly five days now, so I'm happy you woke up and fact number -'
'I WHAT? You have to be kidding!'
'I'm not kidding, now will you please listen to what I have to say!'
'That's not fair! I'm not tired! I've lost five days and -'
'Tomorrow you're seventeen,' Boromir blurted.
Legolas kept silent. Denethor had told him he would be lying where he was lying right now. How could it be possible that he had slept for five days already? What had happened after he had passed out? Legolas shook his head. No more memories, he only remembered the haunting words and the pain anyway. That would do him no good. Trying to think of something else to talk about he figured something important.
'How's Faramir?'
Boromir scratched his chin thoughtfully, not sure what he would tell. 'He'll live.'
Legolas gave him one of his I-know-you're-keeping-something-behind-so-why-don't-you-just-tell-me stare and Boromir sighed a little amused.
'Don't stare at me like that!'
Legolas continued giving him the stare, knowing fully well what effect it had on his brother.
'Truly, I'm not sure if I should tell you…'
'I'm not a weakling,' the blond defended himself.
'But -'
The I-know-you're-keeping-something-behind-so-why-don't-you-just-tell-me stare changed into the tell-me-what-you're-keeping-behind-or-you-can-be-sure-you'll-regret-it stare. Boromir held up his hands.
'Okay, okay, Faramir woke up yesterday for a few minutes before he fell back into his deep sleep, but - but it's just that -'
'How do you mean?'
'Well, there's a deep cut from his forehead to his chin. It's just that - he lost his left eye.'
'But… how? How did that happen?'
'I hoped you could tell me.'
Legolas shook his head slowly and shuddered. 'I don't remember that, all I remember are those tiny needles.'
'We got most of them out of you, but they are very difficult to find,' Boromir said, his hand on Legolas' shoulder to keep him from from rising. 'We had to cut them out. I'm happy both of you were unconscious that moment. It may be that there are still some of those things in your skin, but you'll notice that when you're up and about. And now, you NEED to rest.'
Nodding slowly, Legolas lay back and closed his eyes. Welcoming the darkness that nursed him back to sleep quickly enough.
Suddenly he heard footsteps coming closer and the familiar voice of the Healer calling for him. 'Boromir! Boromir! We've found your father! He's standing on the balcony of his room, saying that if we come any closer he'll jump! He wants to talk to you! Please, come quickly!'
TBC
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It seems like it that I'm going to wait with explaining what's wrong with Denethor. At least we know that *something* must be wrong with him! :p Yep, I can only tell that we're coming closer and closer to the action now! Stay tuned!
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: I know I'm a little very late with posting this chapter, but FF.net just wouldn't let me log in!!! Just so you don't kill me yet ~.^ have a nice time!
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throws flowers around, sweet music is heard And here I must say that I'd be nothing without my reviewers! O_O See how important you are for me! Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!
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Psycho Elf: Hey, hey! I'm happy that you're still here! Awww, to bad you're not really psycho. I did a quiz once, turned out to be a psycho. ;) Maybe I was in a very psychotic (does that word EXIST?) mood at the time! Hope you'll like it!
Das Blume: Haya! How's life? Yeah, Denethor is nuts, but you're right about the plot coming closer and closer. It's time for Legolas to do something! Actually, I wrote that part of 'by possessed by some strange force' just because that jumped up in my head. I didn't have any intention with it. Now it seems I do, thanks to you! Now my story is going to the left instead of to the right. My fingers don't know what they're typing. Where did I leave my brain?? sigh. Denethor left those 'inventions' of him in his drawer, cause there's nobody who cleans his study, because it's *his* study. By the way, if someone would clean it, it's Frithyl. And do you trust him? I don't! He's a little like Grima! brrrrrr 600 reviews???? WAAAAAAAUWWW, now that's a lot! How many time are you allowed to spend online??? Wow, I'm totally amazed here. Hehe, you're a decent writer already! At least more decent than I'll ever be! ^ ^! Oh, have you seen the anime's Knights of the Zodiac and Yu Yu Hakusho?? I f you did, can you tell me what's going on over there? It's not in Japanese here, but in Spanish!!!!!! I do understand some of it, but not everything. Just the big lines. Don't you want to sail to the west? I'd love to! Going to all the elves!! starts daydreaming Sure you can take my papiamentu classes! My parents won't mind! I'll dress you up the way I look and they won't notice a difference! :p Whahahaha! Hello you nice chicken! Hihi, I'm going to say that to Ej, she'd probably react with 'kippekop', but it's worth a try! Shikki and I are angry at the moment. Well, I'm not angry, she is. Just because I gave her a little whack at the back of her head. And I'm sure it couldn't have hurt cause I didn't do it that hard and I receive those headwhacks every day! (from who? Well, my father! It's fun!) How're your friends doing? This chappy doesn't have much action, but there're some explanations in it. I'm happy I made this an AU!! :p Enjoyy!!
Shadow of the Ages: Well, who's blood is was is yours to choose! I'm not going to tell, it a *secret* :p Just kidding. I suppose is Legolas' blood, he was thrown at the door first! wicked grin Thanks for reviewing!
Asphodel Tunnelly: First thing: You HAVE to update that Legolas-story you're writing! I just can't get it out of my head! I suppose it's my turn to update now, isn't it? I am a little late, but now that the holidays are going to begin, it'll be easier to write and post! Thx for reviewing!
Sparrow Greenleaf: Sorry that I'm so evil! It wasn't the general idea, but it seems that my wicked mind just wanted the torture to begin already! Do you mind very much?
Yavie Aelinel: You don't need to be ashamed that you like to read torture, I think every human does in different ways enjoy torturing ppl on paper, and reading about it is very nice too. Oops, I mean extremely satisfying :p, Sorry, I know I'm being a weirdo now. I don't wanna scare you away! starts petting the flowers I'm a really nice person! So I thank you verrry much for reviewing!!
Cheysuli: Yes, that site. Or well, I think it was that site. I didn't read the name, I was like -glued to the screen to read all those great stories! Hmm, I hope you get some answers to your questions in this chapter. More explanations will come soon enough. I'm having a nice idea for a Gimli/Legolas story, but I dunno when I'll write it. Cya!
Evenstar: It was you're fave chap?? does the chicken-dance Hoooray!! I pleased somebody! I hope you'll like this one too, although there ain't much action.
Kept-Secret: Good that you pointed out that mistake, cause I would never have noticed it. On the other hand, I'm not sure if it could be seen as a mistake, but I'll watch my use of the word 'either' for you! You're probably right, I'll ask my teacher! Uhm, oh no wait. I can't let my teacher read this story! He'd think I'm nuts! Which I am, but I think you understand what I'm trying to say. Anyways, thank you very much for your help!
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Chapter 6. A true brother.
Slowly regaining consciousness again Legolas pulled the limp body of Faramir off of him and lay the bleeding boy carefully on the ground. Adopted. The word ran through his head over and over again. Adopted. 'You have been adopted', were the exact words. When Legolas didn't here any noise in the chamber he was, he looked up and found Denethor sitting on the windowsill. He turned his head to look at his son - no, his adopted elf. That particular elf felt like he was deaf; no sound reached his ears, all was strangely silent.
'I -' Legolas struggled with his words. He had no idea what he should say. He didn't want to make his father angry, but then again he wanted to know whether he was truly adopted or not. Fear smashed into him like a bullet cut through air. He felt filthy; his blood had mingled with his sweat and his clothes stuck to him. 'I just want to know.' He finally whispered.
Denethor's eyes lightened red. Dark red. A menacing laugh escaped his lips.
'You are ADOPTED.'
The sound of Denethor's voice echoed against the walls, which repeated the word mercilessly like they wanted to understate the horrible fact.
'Adopted…'
Denethor advanced to him and Legolas curled into a tight ball.
'-Dopted…'
He released a sob when a whip had suddenly appeared in Denethor's hand and came down on his unprotected back.
'-Opted…'
A little flame of hope soon died as he saw the look in Boromir's eyes when he came to stand behind his father.
'-Pted…'
With a little nod, Denethor handed his oldest son the weapon so he could whip the poor elf too. Tears streamed down his face at the moment Boromir started yelling at him that he hated him. That he was nothing but a stupid orphan.
'-Ted…'
The echoes were dying and now Faramir crawled to his knees. Watching down at the elf he asked Boromir permission which his older *real* brother gave happily. Being whipped by his only family, and especially by his brothers who had accepted him for who he was, broke Legolas' heart.
'-Ed…'
Faramir let the whip fall down and shook Legolas roughly, asking him why he had lied to them, why he was an orphan.
Legolas woke up startled, feeling somebody shaking him.
'Wake up! Legolas!'
A moan slipped his lips and hearing that, Boromir stopped his shaking. Legolas had scared him to death when he suddenly had started tossing and turning in his bed, crying bitter tears.
'It was only a nightmare,' he said softly and petted the golden head. Legolas hugged Boromir close, weeping all his pain away on the offered shoulder.
'It's all right, you're save.'
'Save?' The elf repeated, frowning slightly.
'Nightmares aren't real.'
Shifting his hand to the small back he petted his brother comfortably, feeling him relax some more. From the moment Boromir had heard another body slamming against the door of the study he had decided that that was it. Whether it was his father or not, he had to stop whatever was going on inside there. He didn't remember how he got the axe, or where he got it from, all he remembered were the three bodies lying on the ground. Faramir lying on Legolas in a heap of blood and clothes; and in the left corner his father. He was deadly pale and his mouth hung open. His eyes so wide that Boromir wouldn't be surprised if they'd just fall out. Not daring to get too close to Denethor he dragged Faramir off of Legolas first and carried them both to the healers' wing. After listening to one of the healers, who was convinced that they would live, he asked one of the other healers to come with him. Leading the other to where his father lay, they had found the study empty. Denethor still wasn't found.
'How do you feel, Leggy?'
'I'm going to be fine… and Boromir?'
'Yes, what is it?'
'I - I'm not your real brother, am I?
In one swift move Boromir looked Legolas in the eye.
'Who said that?'
'Denethor.'
'Legolas,' Boromir had a very serious tone in his voice. 'I know how different you are from us, but I've got used to that. Do you remember the time when I tried to sleep with my eyes open?'
Legolas nodded, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
'Then you also know what mother said. She said that you had received a gift from whoever had given this to you. She said you were to be one of the elves, nature folk. Then she told stories about the elves and gave you books. She *never* denied you as her son, and because of that, I will *never* deny you as my brother. And I'm sure Faramir thinks the same way as I do. We have grown up with you, don't you think that that's enough to make you a part of our family?'
'So… Boromir?'
'Yes?'
'You knew I wasn't really your brother?'
'No, I didn't know… nor did I doubt about it. Legolas, I can't see my past without you! You are part of my past!' Boromir held his brother's hands and tried to look past the sapphire gaze. 'Look, if you were adopted, as Denethor says, I must've been a baby. Cause I certainly don't remember *one* moment in my past when you weren't already there.'
'Thank you.'
'Don't be such a dramatic, I can't stand that!' Boromir gave his brother a strong hug and careful of his injuries he pushed the elf back into the pillows that adorned the bed. Legolas gave a grin.
'Now, I have to return to the facts.'
'Excuse me?' Legolas' grin faded away again. 'What are you talking about?'
'Fact number one: You HAVE to rest,' Boromir raised his thumb to show him he was counting seriously.
'That's not a fact!' Legolas protested, although he had to admit he felt a bit drowsy.
'Fact number two: You have been sleeping for nearly five days now, so I'm happy you woke up and fact number -'
'I WHAT? You have to be kidding!'
'I'm not kidding, now will you please listen to what I have to say!'
'That's not fair! I'm not tired! I've lost five days and -'
'Tomorrow you're seventeen,' Boromir blurted.
Legolas kept silent. Denethor had told him he would be lying where he was lying right now. How could it be possible that he had slept for five days already? What had happened after he had passed out? Legolas shook his head. No more memories, he only remembered the haunting words and the pain anyway. That would do him no good. Trying to think of something else to talk about he figured something important.
'How's Faramir?'
Boromir scratched his chin thoughtfully, not sure what he would tell. 'He'll live.'
Legolas gave him one of his I-know-you're-keeping-something-behind-so-why-don't-you-just-tell-me stare and Boromir sighed a little amused.
'Don't stare at me like that!'
Legolas continued giving him the stare, knowing fully well what effect it had on his brother.
'Truly, I'm not sure if I should tell you…'
'I'm not a weakling,' the blond defended himself.
'But -'
The I-know-you're-keeping-something-behind-so-why-don't-you-just-tell-me stare changed into the tell-me-what-you're-keeping-behind-or-you-can-be-sure-you'll-regret-it stare. Boromir held up his hands.
'Okay, okay, Faramir woke up yesterday for a few minutes before he fell back into his deep sleep, but - but it's just that -'
'How do you mean?'
'Well, there's a deep cut from his forehead to his chin. It's just that - he lost his left eye.'
'But… how? How did that happen?'
'I hoped you could tell me.'
Legolas shook his head slowly and shuddered. 'I don't remember that, all I remember are those tiny needles.'
'We got most of them out of you, but they are very difficult to find,' Boromir said, his hand on Legolas' shoulder to keep him from from rising. 'We had to cut them out. I'm happy both of you were unconscious that moment. It may be that there are still some of those things in your skin, but you'll notice that when you're up and about. And now, you NEED to rest.'
Nodding slowly, Legolas lay back and closed his eyes. Welcoming the darkness that nursed him back to sleep quickly enough.
Suddenly he heard footsteps coming closer and the familiar voice of the Healer calling for him. 'Boromir! Boromir! We've found your father! He's standing on the balcony of his room, saying that if we come any closer he'll jump! He wants to talk to you! Please, come quickly!'
TBC
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It seems like it that I'm going to wait with explaining what's wrong with Denethor. At least we know that *something* must be wrong with him! :p Yep, I can only tell that we're coming closer and closer to the action now! Stay tuned!
Love, Mellas Fenixxes.