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: Yep, next chapter already. Just some ideas I had. Frithyl is a pretty interesting person, I found that out a little late, but... well... Oh, just read the story. I haven't got anything the say now though. ^ ^
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Starts to get a bit boring, doesn't it? But I still HAVE to thank all my great reviewers!! You're great! And best thing is that you really keep me writing! Have a good time reading this!
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meisalliam: Yay! A new reviewer! I'm soooo happy you like it too! I wanted Boromir to be a nice guy. I read many stories about him being evil and easily influenced, and I wanted to show that he's actually a nice guy who's dad is a total psycho!! ^ ^ No, Denethor's just insane. Plz enjoy this chapter too!
koriaena: Oh that's ok! It happens to me either, that I forget to review some stories. There are SO many great stories on FF.net! I hope this one isn't that bad!
Psycho Elf: chants Jump Jump together with Psycho Elf He still didn't jump yet, I think he doesn't get the hint! ^.^ hihi, that nightmare was a good idea, wasn't it? Faramir will live through this disaster. Oh well, I hope that. I'm not sure. grins insanely Have fun and thx for the review!
Yavie Aelinel: stops petting the flowers immediately No suicide yet, sorry! You think precisely the way I want you to think! (don't be angry now) And you UPDATE YOUR story! It's fantastic and I mean it! I wish I could write like you!! is very honored that Yavie Aelinel is actually reading her story and bows Thx for the review!
Evenstar: Thank you! Oh goodies! It was the idea to let you think that Boromir and Faramir didn't like Legolas anymore, but just for a moment. I mean, I can't let them beat Legolas for nothing! ^ ^ Oh well, perhaps I can. When I'm in an evil mood :p giggles Thx for the great review!
Kept-Secret: I'm not annoyed at all, as long as you'll forgive me!! I'm happy with a very alert reader!!(btw, it's nerves and not nevers :p) And it was saFe with a F. That was a type-error of me! (ugh, is type-error another error?:p) I won't be surprised if you find mistakes in this chapter either, cause I didn't really check it perfectly. Yep yep! Faramir lost his eye all right. O_- No good, it's really sad. But I wanted something to happen to him, so... ^.^ Have fun and don't ruin your day with my grammar mistakes!
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Chapter 7 Necklace.
There was something strange going on. Legolas could sense it. Feigning sleep he heard the healer's scream for Boromir. As the footsteps of both men grew fainter, he stepped out of bed and followed them. He couldn't walk too fast and had to steady himself often against the walls, ignoring the pain in his side. It felt like ages before he finally reached the study, which was full of people. Frithyl was standing with a mop in his hand and a cloth in the other, casually leaning against one of the cupboards. Peeking through a split in the door Legolas saw Boromir trying to get his father back from the railing, but Denethor would have none of it.
'Just step off it. Careful!'
'No! Now come here … Only you, Boromir.'
His elder brother shuffled forwards hesitantly. Legolas could decipher the unsure look on his face and understood the turmoil going through him. He wanted to push Denethor away, make him fall down and kill him, but on the other side… Denethor still was his father.
'Boromir, I want you to rule the white city for a little while.'
His son just gaped at him.
'Then… where are you going?'
'I'm not going anywhere,' Denethor said, grinning and waving with his arms. 'I just want all the time to welcome an old friend of mine who'll be visiting my palace soon. We need to talk about well -you know - secret things. You understand me, don't you?'
Boromir nodded.
'And promise me, that this will stay something between us.'
'I - I promise.'
'Good, now I can come off the railing.'
Boromir raised his eyebrows but didn't say anything. Little did he know, that a cloaked man riding a horse, had seen a man on the balcony waving fiercely. That was the sign his master had told him; it meant he could enter the white city.
Frithyl had seen enough, he turned and headed for what Denethor called - his meeting room. It was quite a long way to get there, you have to walk down seven stairs, five hallways and if you're interested in doors, you have to go through twinty-seven of them. The further he walked, the colder he got. At the end of the last hallway was a big wooden door, locked. Legolas - of course the elf had followed the handyman - saw him taking a key out of a statue and opening the meeting room. By now, Legolas couldn't help but feel tired. His side was aching and pressing didn't help to lessen the pain at all. Frithyl had entered the chamber and seemed to be litting the candles. To be honest, the cleaner loved this room. However strange it may seem for him, he loved the way there were spiders crawling over the ceiling. Thick layers of dust on every book. Books that were old and brown, some of them already unreadable. Taking one in his hand, he let his hand slide over the black cover. Softly, like he held a treasure in his boned hands.
Legolas was coming closer also, since Frithyl was with his back to him, this was his only chance to enter the strange chamber. His big eyes took in everything, but it was a little golden necklace that got all his attention for just a moment. Then he ducked behind a armchair to hide himself from the cleaner. The necklace lay on the table in front of the big grey couch. I shone slightly, for just like all the other objects in the room it was covered with dust. Why was it so familiar? So important?
Frithyl was now sitting on the couch, sinking into it until you could only see his neck and head and his legs dangling in the air. Legolas grinned quitly, for the cleaner seemed to be enjoying himself immensely with the thick book in his lap. Hoping that he wouldn't be noticed, the elf crawled slowly on his hands and knees towards the necklace on the table. It didn't work much, for halfway he shot back behind the chair again as Frithyl closed the book with a smack. He relaxed, then Legolas almost cried out loud when the cleaner sat up to hold the necklace, studying it with unconcealed interest.
'That you may always have your parents with you, dear Legolas Greenleaf,' he said slowly, pronouncing each word carefully. 'Well, well, Master never showed me this before. It must be worth a fortune.' He was clearly referring to the diamond leaf, which was hanging at the golden necklace. Smiling like a cat who just had a mouse for dinner he pushed it in his left pocket, before trying to get up out of the sinking grey couch. That was quite a hard job, for he had sunk pretty deep and kept falling back into it. After a couple of times trying, he stood straight and dumped the book back on the board in the corner.
Legolas had forgotten about his side and watched every move of the cleaner with great intensity. He had to get that necklace back! Well no wonder he had recognized it. He was his! His real parents must have given this to him. All this time it had been rotting in one of Denethor's chambers, all this time. Wait a second, why didn't Denethor sell it? He should've, since Frithyl was totally convinced about the amount of money it was worth. Instead of that, Denethor had left it here. Had his foster father thought of selling it? Or was he afraid to sell it because of the inscription? Would people recognize the name 'Greenleaf'? Questions popped up like popcorn in a microwave. One thing was certain for the adopted elf though, he would get back what was his!
Faramir woke up slowly in his bed, feeling very hungry and more than that, he felt very thirsty. Opening his eyes, he fully expected it to be dark. What he definitely didn't expect was to find it half light and half dark. It took a little time for him to realize that his left eye wasn't working. Touching his eye with his hands carefully, he could feel no cloth that bound it, so that wasn't the reason why it was dark on the left. Checking if he really had his left eye open, realization slammed into him like lightening. His left eye wasn't there, he didn't feel anything behind his left eyelid. Getting some more courage he started probing, but the pain didn't come. Deeper, until he he touched the wall off flesh that used to surround his eye from the inside, giving a soft hiss of pain. Then he brought his finger to his right eye and saw it was covered with blood. Where was his eye? What had happened? When the shock had entered him thoroughly, he began to cry. He felt utterly helpness, would he have to live with this darkness until the end of his days? Would he see light and dark forever? What would his father say of him now? Perhaps his father was right about him being a disgrace. He would be no good fighter now, not when he wouldn't be able to see anything coming from the left. He pushed his head into the pillow in an attempt to choke himself, but halfway he gave up. He shouldn't have stopped hoping to see again that quickly. The healer would find a cure for him, Faramir forced himself to be certain. But deep in his heart a sound said that there was no cure for him. Not ever.
TBC
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Ugh, it looks like I HAVE NO IDEA where I'm going!!!! I only know that I want there to be a boat. grins happily YAY! A very big boat. I'm less sure about the writing style I used here and I was a little to lazy to seek words in the dictionary. Say ppl, I have NO idea what is going to happen, so I'm just as curious as you are! I can't give you any promises (except for the boat and the fact that Thranduil will appear). So if you have an idea or something, it's welcome! Please review me and tell me what you think!
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: Yep, next chapter already. Just some ideas I had. Frithyl is a pretty interesting person, I found that out a little late, but... well... Oh, just read the story. I haven't got anything the say now though. ^ ^
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Starts to get a bit boring, doesn't it? But I still HAVE to thank all my great reviewers!! You're great! And best thing is that you really keep me writing! Have a good time reading this!
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meisalliam: Yay! A new reviewer! I'm soooo happy you like it too! I wanted Boromir to be a nice guy. I read many stories about him being evil and easily influenced, and I wanted to show that he's actually a nice guy who's dad is a total psycho!! ^ ^ No, Denethor's just insane. Plz enjoy this chapter too!
koriaena: Oh that's ok! It happens to me either, that I forget to review some stories. There are SO many great stories on FF.net! I hope this one isn't that bad!
Psycho Elf: chants Jump Jump together with Psycho Elf He still didn't jump yet, I think he doesn't get the hint! ^.^ hihi, that nightmare was a good idea, wasn't it? Faramir will live through this disaster. Oh well, I hope that. I'm not sure. grins insanely Have fun and thx for the review!
Yavie Aelinel: stops petting the flowers immediately No suicide yet, sorry! You think precisely the way I want you to think! (don't be angry now) And you UPDATE YOUR story! It's fantastic and I mean it! I wish I could write like you!! is very honored that Yavie Aelinel is actually reading her story and bows Thx for the review!
Evenstar: Thank you! Oh goodies! It was the idea to let you think that Boromir and Faramir didn't like Legolas anymore, but just for a moment. I mean, I can't let them beat Legolas for nothing! ^ ^ Oh well, perhaps I can. When I'm in an evil mood :p giggles Thx for the great review!
Kept-Secret: I'm not annoyed at all, as long as you'll forgive me!! I'm happy with a very alert reader!!(btw, it's nerves and not nevers :p) And it was saFe with a F. That was a type-error of me! (ugh, is type-error another error?:p) I won't be surprised if you find mistakes in this chapter either, cause I didn't really check it perfectly. Yep yep! Faramir lost his eye all right. O_- No good, it's really sad. But I wanted something to happen to him, so... ^.^ Have fun and don't ruin your day with my grammar mistakes!
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Chapter 7 Necklace.
There was something strange going on. Legolas could sense it. Feigning sleep he heard the healer's scream for Boromir. As the footsteps of both men grew fainter, he stepped out of bed and followed them. He couldn't walk too fast and had to steady himself often against the walls, ignoring the pain in his side. It felt like ages before he finally reached the study, which was full of people. Frithyl was standing with a mop in his hand and a cloth in the other, casually leaning against one of the cupboards. Peeking through a split in the door Legolas saw Boromir trying to get his father back from the railing, but Denethor would have none of it.
'Just step off it. Careful!'
'No! Now come here … Only you, Boromir.'
His elder brother shuffled forwards hesitantly. Legolas could decipher the unsure look on his face and understood the turmoil going through him. He wanted to push Denethor away, make him fall down and kill him, but on the other side… Denethor still was his father.
'Boromir, I want you to rule the white city for a little while.'
His son just gaped at him.
'Then… where are you going?'
'I'm not going anywhere,' Denethor said, grinning and waving with his arms. 'I just want all the time to welcome an old friend of mine who'll be visiting my palace soon. We need to talk about well -you know - secret things. You understand me, don't you?'
Boromir nodded.
'And promise me, that this will stay something between us.'
'I - I promise.'
'Good, now I can come off the railing.'
Boromir raised his eyebrows but didn't say anything. Little did he know, that a cloaked man riding a horse, had seen a man on the balcony waving fiercely. That was the sign his master had told him; it meant he could enter the white city.
Frithyl had seen enough, he turned and headed for what Denethor called - his meeting room. It was quite a long way to get there, you have to walk down seven stairs, five hallways and if you're interested in doors, you have to go through twinty-seven of them. The further he walked, the colder he got. At the end of the last hallway was a big wooden door, locked. Legolas - of course the elf had followed the handyman - saw him taking a key out of a statue and opening the meeting room. By now, Legolas couldn't help but feel tired. His side was aching and pressing didn't help to lessen the pain at all. Frithyl had entered the chamber and seemed to be litting the candles. To be honest, the cleaner loved this room. However strange it may seem for him, he loved the way there were spiders crawling over the ceiling. Thick layers of dust on every book. Books that were old and brown, some of them already unreadable. Taking one in his hand, he let his hand slide over the black cover. Softly, like he held a treasure in his boned hands.
Legolas was coming closer also, since Frithyl was with his back to him, this was his only chance to enter the strange chamber. His big eyes took in everything, but it was a little golden necklace that got all his attention for just a moment. Then he ducked behind a armchair to hide himself from the cleaner. The necklace lay on the table in front of the big grey couch. I shone slightly, for just like all the other objects in the room it was covered with dust. Why was it so familiar? So important?
Frithyl was now sitting on the couch, sinking into it until you could only see his neck and head and his legs dangling in the air. Legolas grinned quitly, for the cleaner seemed to be enjoying himself immensely with the thick book in his lap. Hoping that he wouldn't be noticed, the elf crawled slowly on his hands and knees towards the necklace on the table. It didn't work much, for halfway he shot back behind the chair again as Frithyl closed the book with a smack. He relaxed, then Legolas almost cried out loud when the cleaner sat up to hold the necklace, studying it with unconcealed interest.
'That you may always have your parents with you, dear Legolas Greenleaf,' he said slowly, pronouncing each word carefully. 'Well, well, Master never showed me this before. It must be worth a fortune.' He was clearly referring to the diamond leaf, which was hanging at the golden necklace. Smiling like a cat who just had a mouse for dinner he pushed it in his left pocket, before trying to get up out of the sinking grey couch. That was quite a hard job, for he had sunk pretty deep and kept falling back into it. After a couple of times trying, he stood straight and dumped the book back on the board in the corner.
Legolas had forgotten about his side and watched every move of the cleaner with great intensity. He had to get that necklace back! Well no wonder he had recognized it. He was his! His real parents must have given this to him. All this time it had been rotting in one of Denethor's chambers, all this time. Wait a second, why didn't Denethor sell it? He should've, since Frithyl was totally convinced about the amount of money it was worth. Instead of that, Denethor had left it here. Had his foster father thought of selling it? Or was he afraid to sell it because of the inscription? Would people recognize the name 'Greenleaf'? Questions popped up like popcorn in a microwave. One thing was certain for the adopted elf though, he would get back what was his!
Faramir woke up slowly in his bed, feeling very hungry and more than that, he felt very thirsty. Opening his eyes, he fully expected it to be dark. What he definitely didn't expect was to find it half light and half dark. It took a little time for him to realize that his left eye wasn't working. Touching his eye with his hands carefully, he could feel no cloth that bound it, so that wasn't the reason why it was dark on the left. Checking if he really had his left eye open, realization slammed into him like lightening. His left eye wasn't there, he didn't feel anything behind his left eyelid. Getting some more courage he started probing, but the pain didn't come. Deeper, until he he touched the wall off flesh that used to surround his eye from the inside, giving a soft hiss of pain. Then he brought his finger to his right eye and saw it was covered with blood. Where was his eye? What had happened? When the shock had entered him thoroughly, he began to cry. He felt utterly helpness, would he have to live with this darkness until the end of his days? Would he see light and dark forever? What would his father say of him now? Perhaps his father was right about him being a disgrace. He would be no good fighter now, not when he wouldn't be able to see anything coming from the left. He pushed his head into the pillow in an attempt to choke himself, but halfway he gave up. He shouldn't have stopped hoping to see again that quickly. The healer would find a cure for him, Faramir forced himself to be certain. But deep in his heart a sound said that there was no cure for him. Not ever.
TBC
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Ugh, it looks like I HAVE NO IDEA where I'm going!!!! I only know that I want there to be a boat. grins happily YAY! A very big boat. I'm less sure about the writing style I used here and I was a little to lazy to seek words in the dictionary. Say ppl, I have NO idea what is going to happen, so I'm just as curious as you are! I can't give you any promises (except for the boat and the fact that Thranduil will appear). So if you have an idea or something, it's welcome! Please review me and tell me what you think!
Love, Mellas Fenixxes.