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: Oh oh. hangs her head in shame This is going to be my biggest apologize ever given! I'm SO SORRY!!! I'm Sorry! I'm Sorry! I'm Sorry! I'm Sorry! I'm Sorry! I'm Sorry! I'm Sorry! I'm Sorry! I'm Sorry! I'm Sorry! I'm Sorry! I'm Sorry! I'm Sorry! I'm Sorry! I'm Sorry! I'm Sorry! I'm Sorry! I'm Sorry! I'm Sorry! I'm Sorry! I'm Sorry! I'm Sorry! I'm Sorry!
Ok, I hope you got what I wanted to tell you. I'm TERRIBLY SORRY for keeping you waiting this long! I got all these wonderful reviews from you guys and as I reward I let you wait all this time! I'm terribly ashamed and I beg your forgiveness! You're probably expecting me to give a lot of explanations, but I don't really have one. I was thinking too long about what exactly was going to happen to Boromir that the repetitions at school began already and I wasn't allowed on the computer. On the other hand, the good news is: SCHOOL'S OVER!!!!! jumps around the house wildly and tears her uniform (I really tore it:p) All right, I think it's time to thank all my great reviewers again!
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stumbles forward frightened, looks at the angry reviewers Eh, please don't look at me like that! I feel guilty enough already! All you guys sent me these great reviews and of course a huge "THANK YOU!" to all! I can't thank you guys enough and I hope you're still here! It were the reviews that made me sit behind the computer and write again, actually. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! So, I think I said quite enough by now. If you still don't understand, read it all over again! :p
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Coyote Anais: Don't die! Don't die! I updated! I know it was about time, sorry about that! I have to thank you VERY much indeed for reminding me I had to write. Especially your review did make me update! What kind of spell did you put on me?!? :p Thank you so much and I hope you'll enjoy this chapter too!
Das Blume: It's SO my turn to be sorry! You needn't bother to post two reviews when the next chapter was already there!! :p It's still very sweet you did that anyway!! A lot of writing! How do you keep it up? That's an art too you know, writing reviews! I've been thinking about the lachrymals -whaha, that name's too funny!!- too, and they're not in your eye, so I suppose he cries with both eyes. But then again, I'm not sure whether you need your eye to cry (hey that rhimes!) or not. Blah, ask Faramir! He'll know the answer! He's the one who lost an eye! Faramir: That's all your fault, stupid writer! Me: I'm innocent! Blame Denethor! However, I'm sure you can find the answer to that question somewhere on the internet. I'm waaay to lazy now to seek it :p sorry! Usually, I'm not going anywhere on holidays! If I'm going somwhere it's not on a holiday. I suppose that's weird, but I like it! This year I missed two months school because we went from Curacao to Holland and back again! That was fun! Too bad we can't do it again because of all the trouble with school. Even my parents freaked out saying I wouldn't make it this year and that I'd have to re-do the third grade. Like NO WAY! The horror. :p How were your holidays anyway? I know this question comes a little late, but you must be able to remember whether it was fun or annoying. From your review I do think you went somewhere cold. Or is the Airco to blame for that? Me writing novels? Doesn't that mean romance? Ewwwww, I can't write romance! Ok, that's not true, I did it once. ok, twice. Okaaaay, three times giggles. You write a novel first!!! I'll follow!! And I still think you're a decent writer :p another reason to follow you. Not that I'm a genius in following someone, I'd probably get lost. On purpose . True, jewels are more important. But what's a guy like Denethor going to do with a necklace which is waaay to small for his thick neck to wear?? Okay, he can show it to everybody, but then they might just notice the inscription and they could go asking questions. Then again they can't because Denethor himself is ruling the white city and who knows what a crazy guy like him could do to you when you anger him? You're right, I'm going to protect myself again with the fact I made it an AU. thank you AU! (I know it's not a person, but I just had to do that!) Yeah, my friend and I are fine again! Did you get your LotR book back from your friend too? If not, run to the police, I'm sure she'll return it to you then! (Just use it as last option :p) Oww, I'm going to move again! I forgot! I'm without dictionaries here. Yeah, this time I'm moving in the vacation for a change. The funny thing is, we bought a house, and we don't have a couch or table or something. We only have three beds, a kitchen, a garden and a swimming pool. And a house, of course. Oh, and six toilets. Last time I wanted to go to the toilet and I found a cockroach in there. Ewwww, unfortunately our toilet doesn't flush correctly, and not so long ago I found out cockroaches can fly. That was so scary! Thank goodies someone got that cockroach away somehow. Don't you have trouble with insects? I mean, I also found a scorpion in my bed! I'll NEVER forget that. yuk! My friend declared I attract insects, how flattering! :p Thank you VERY much!!!! for telling about what Yu Yu Hakusho and Saint Seiya are about! Yeah, Kurama is definitely a sweetie! And I think Kuwabara's personality has something of Jack Sparrow's personality. Only Jack ain't an idiot. Truly! Kuwabara's crazy! Yu Yu Hakusho is gone here now, Captain Tsubasa has taken their place. Super Campeones in spanish, I think. Or capitan Tsubasa. Are you seeing those series now too? Oh, and one last thing, if you're going to the west, (with a stolen boat), take a lot of food with you! You never know how long it's gonna take before you get there!
Amthramiel: Haya Amthramiel!! Wauw, that's quite a name. What does it mean?? turns red I'm so happy you think the story is great! I hope this chapter is still ok too, and Legolas gets his necklace back!!! Oh, shouldn't have said that! Thank you so much for reviewing!
koriaena: blushes Thank for reviewing as well as keeping my spirits up! It's always fantastic to hear that people actually enjoy the story you're making! Thank you a thousand times!
ObsidianRaven: Heyhey!! First thing, thank you for reviewing!! And yes, Legolas is Thranduil's biological son in my story. I can't wait until they meet, but I can't just let Thranduil pop up out of thin air either now can I? By the way, will Thranduil recognize his son? Owww, questions! Do you think Thranduil will recognize him??
tieru: Another new reviewer! Thank you so much for reviewing! Hope you'll enjoy this chapter too! blushes really really really can't find any criticism?
Yavie Aelinel: Oh that's a great idea! A glass eye! Never thought of that one! I'm sure Gandalf will be walking around with glass eyes in his pockets (If he doesn't I'll make him! .) But what about Boromir? Is he going to stay alone at the castle with his insane daddy? That would explain why he turned into such a bad guy, and that's so sad!! cries But then again, I never really liked Boromir. He's too greedy! ;) Thank you so much for reviewing and still being here!
Evenstar: You have an idea? Ohh, what idea? Will you tell me? pouts like Boromir pouts I have an idea too, you'll find out soon enough! . Oh, how evil can a writer be? Thank you for your review!!!
Kept-Secret: You're right again!! I saw that mistake too late -- smart me! Hey, you're not the only one here who's picky! I just hate onions and tomatoes and red meat, eeeeeew. And there's a lot more you can't make me eat, let me think. Oh, I just HATE potatoes!!! I try to eat them every time but I keep throwing them up! Something in my brain says they're disgusting and I just can't get them in. Yuk. . Oh well, I just wanna say I'm picky too. Owww, too bad you can't conjure up anything. But that's ok! I'll do it for you!! Thank you so very much for helping me all this time! You're a true (and a very good!) teacher! :p Don't take that bad, I only want to say that I actually remember the things you tell me. Everything my english teacher at school tells me is already gone. Who's my english teacher anyway? I only know he's ugly... oops. That's not nice from me! Thank you for your review!! I hope you're still here.
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Chapter 8
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It's so dark,
When there is no sun,
I am on the run,
I'm undone…
It's so dark,
I don't like to be alone,
When all around me is of stone,
Hearing the walls sigh and moan…
It's so dark,
When I think of my home,
Wherever I roam,
I'm lost inside myself.
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Frithyl was pacing restlessly now. Legolas assumed he was waiting for Denethor, so he sat immobile and silent. His eyes burned a hole in Frithyl's pocket where his necklace lay. Just then there were footsteps coming to the so called meeting room. No doubt that it was Denethor, Legolas could recognize those footsteps anywere.
'Frithyl? Is it still there?'
'Yes my Lord, it is where it belongs.'
From behind the chair Legolas now had a full view of Denethor and the handyman. Both of them had a terribly serious look on their face.
'Good, then open the door.'
Denethor placed himself on the chair behind which Legolas was hiding. Frithyl on the other hand walked towards a cupboard and began pushing it aside, revealing a stone door. How the latter had opened it Legolas couldn't see, but he did hear the loud noise it was making. The stone door led to a one big black tunnel, there wasn't any light in there and the only thing Legolas could actually see were the few steps that led downward. How far it went was impossible to tell. Some bats shrieked and flew out of the dark hole.
Frithyl was about to drop himself into the couch again, but after a second thought he decided not to. Instead he went to stand beside Denethor.
Legolas jumped up, this might be his only chance to get the necklace out of Frithyl's pocket.
Slowly, he raised his hand and tried to drop it in Frithyl's left pocket carefully. He felt something! Taking the object out he discovered it was an old and thin piece of rope. Tossing that away he tried again. Feeling something moving against his left leg, Frithyl was not one to ignore it. So he took a look and grabbed the slender hand tightly.
'WHAT do you think you're doing?'
Legolas stood up straight and slapped Frithyl in the face, pulled his hand back with the little necklace in it and ran to the hall.
'Stop him!' Denethor yelled, not really knowing what had been going on. He only knew that the elf had been in his meeting room and that he had stolen something from Frithyl (according to the way Frithyl was desperately running after the elf). Legolas was surprised to find Frythil slightly quicker than himself. The handyman blocked his way out, smirking in triumph. Legolas felt that he had to be quick, if he didn't get out of here soon he might as well roast himself. Whirling around he saw Denethor standing behind him. His mind came to the conclusion that since he couldn't get past the bald cleaner, there was only one option left. All right, there were two options, but he didn't really like the idea to roast himself just yet. Eyeing Denethor's movements wearily he ran like he had seen a ghost, straight into the tunnel, stumbling on the stone stairs. Losing his footing he dropped down the last few steps and crawled up again. He was unable to see into the dark around him, but the fear that Frithyl or Denethor would pursue him for whatever reason held his body and he continued running further, deeper into the dark tunnel. Holding the little necklace tightly in his hand. Denethor's laughter following him until he lost all sense of direction.
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'What's so funny?' Frithyl asked, annoyed at the loss of the necklace and the fact that the brat had escaped him again.
'He'll be back,' was all Legolas foster father said before taking his seat again. It was obvious that the handyman didn't agree with that one bit. But then again he trusted his master to know whatever was going on in the tunnel, far underground.
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Feeling particularly save Legolas slowed down a bit and sat down on the cold wet floor. Water seemed to pour through the walls here and there. The elf suspected that a river was close nearby, for the dripping continued and he could hear the rush of water not so far away. Releasing the hard grip on his necklace he traced the curves with his finger, cursing the darkness for what it was - darkness. After he figured out how the lock worked he put it around his neck with a satisfied sigh. This was exactly where his necklace belonged. Although it was a little small for him, it still fit. Standing up again he wrapped his arms around his side. With all that running around it had started throbbing again, demanding attention. Still, he had to get out of here anyhow, he couldn't let himself fall asleep in this darkness. Who knows what was hiding in the dark?
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Boromir was terribly bored. And annoyed. Ruling his father's kingdom for a while, like he hadn't heard that one before. It was one of the most annoying jobs he could imagine. Of course, he liked the fact that people were actually listening to him for once, but beside that there was nothing funny about it. He would rather be hunting with his brothers, training or something that felt more useful. Pacing up and down the corridor he wondered what his father was up to, leaving the ruling to him. It wasn't something he usually did, Denethor enjoyed the ruling himself far too much. Watching his feet he paced down another hall, until he bumped into the last person he wanted to see of the whole city.
'Boromir! You brat! Can't you see where you're going?'
'Frithyl!' the future steward of Gondor yelled back, 'You are standing in my way! Step aside and leave me to my thinking!' After a moment of real thinking Boromir remembered the sentence his father always said when he didn't want anybody near him, and screamed it into the poor cleaner's ear as the latter stepped aside: 'I'm friggin' busy!'
Frithyl jumped and gave him his you-annoying-brat stare. Boromir held his head high in triumph, Frithyl could go and tell his father about his behaviour for all he cared, Denethor wouldn't listen to him anyway. He would simply say: "As long as it doesn't concerns me, why should I care what my son does?" Frithyl knew this from experience and so he ignored Boromir, walking towards Denethor's study to get a book about flowers.
Yep, that was exactly what Denethor had asked him; to get the big book about flowers. Since his master only had one book of flowers, which he never used, it wasn't too difficult too find it. At least, those were Denethor's words. Stepping into the study Frithyl realised just how many books his master had. Why didn't he notice it before? (A/N: How stupid can he be?!!) Walking past all the shelves, giving all the cupboards a searching look all he saw were books about war, fighting techniques and cooking. No books about nature, last of all about flowers. Frithyl, not a stupid guy if it comes to people, realised exactly what his master wanted. He was sent to find a book so Denethor had his time alone. He wouldn't be surprised if the book Denethor was talking about didn't even exist! Sighing deeply he knew he couldn't take the risk to leave the books and return to his master an hour later, telling him he couldn't find the book. What if the book did exist? Stretching his back, Frithyl prepared himself for at least three hours of seeking through the shelves, trying to find a damn book about pretty flowers.
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'Hah, I'm walking!' Faramir said to himself proudly when he hopped through the room. He had cried himself to sleep a few hours ago, and now that the tears were gone he had to admit he felt a lot better. Although now he had to get used to his limited view of the world. Looking around, he saw a mirror in the corner of the room. Walking towards it, he found himself looking pretty cool if he covered his eye with a black cloth. It made him look like a pirate. Altogether, the cut from his forehead to his chin made him look like he had lived through something terrible. Which he did, but he still liked the tough look it gave him a lot. His father wouldn't like that one bit, but Faramir had discovered that he was way better off not listening to his father. Helping his father, yes, but listening to him, no. He had to learn to think for himself, just like his brothers did most of the time. Thinking of his brothers, Faramir decided to see how Legolas was doing. He hoped with all his heart that his elven brother didn't suffer the loss of an eye. Opening the door he walked straight into his older brother Boromir.
'What are you doing up?'
'What am I doing up? I'm bored!' Faramir gave his brother a hug, 'I missed you a lot, you know. It's way boring in here. I wanted to see how you and Legolas were doing.'
'Last time I left Legolas, he was sleeping. Perhaps he's up and about now too.'
'Did he suffer any serious injuries?' Faramir tugged his brother's robe, insisting on an answer.
'Why no, unlike you.' Boromir responded with a sad and guilty look in his eyes. 'I suppose it's all my fault. I should have done something sooner.'
'Just forget about it, will you?! I want to see Legolas and perhaps we can go fishing or something. I need something to distract me.'
Boromir gave his younger brother a smile. 'Let's go then! And if he's sleeping we'll make good use of Frithyl's buckets with water!'
'That's not nice!'
'Isn't it?'
'No! But, perhaps this one time. I still have to get him back for waking me up with a bottle of wine. My whole bed was one big mess! I still don't understand how he can drink so much wine without getting drunk anyway.'
Boromir smirked as he thought of their bet with his elven brother.
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Flashback
'Daddy is not going to like this,' Faramir whispered into Boromir's ear as they watched Legolas taking at least eleven of Denethor's wine bottles under his arms, and putting them on a wooden table in the corner. The only source of light in the dark wine-cellar came from a lot of lit candles on a shelf above the table.
'Get some too!' Legolas pointed at the bottles cheerfully. 'It makes you all warm inside. Now that it's winter it tastes even more delicious!'
'Ok, but not too much. If we get drunk were doomed,' Boromir warned Legolas as well as Faramir, who was looking at them with his big grey eyes. He had never been in the wine-cellar before and having heard from everybody that he was too young to drink wine the eagerness to drink it was even bigger. He jumped up happily and tried to get the cork out of a bottle immediately. Without any result.
'Take this bottle,' Legolas' voice sang through the wine-cellar. He felt happy, without no reason really. He had a thing with wine.
Having taken a pull from the wine bottle, Faramir felt like the sun itself was shining in his stomach. It felt heavy as well as comfortable. 'Yummy,' he giggled, taking another sip and sinking onto the floor. 'It's yummy!'
'Told you so,' Legolas giggled back.
Boromir raised one of his eyebrows seeing how Legolas and Faramir were giggling to each other, perfectly happy. Oh well, why shouldn't he take a little sip too? Settling himself on a chair beside Legolas he opened one of the bottles.
When one and a half bottle had disappeared in his his stomach Boromir grabbed Legolas' hand, the elf was already busy with his eighth bottle.
'We mustn't get drunk, remember?' He tried to make his voice sound serious, but his efforts to make a serious impression on his brother made him erupt into laughter. He felt incredibly stupid trying to be serious. One way or the other he saw it as something funny, so he laughed, soon enough joined by Legolas and Faramir who's cheeks were adorable red.
'I'm not drunk!' Legolas protested weakly, giggling at Faramir.
'Right, then I suppose you can still multiply 9 with 8?
'That's 72,' Legolas said without thinking.
'You just drank 8 bottles! How can you count?'
'I'm not counting, I'm multiplying!'
'You know what I'm trying to say!'
Legolas giggled again, 'I get it alright. I just can't get drunk!'
'You know what?' Boromir said, eyeing Legolas' slowed movements as he reached for his ninth bottle. 'I think you can.'
'Want to bet?'
'Ok! Let's show our brother he can get drunk, shall we, Faramir?' Boromir raised his bottle and took another sip. Faramir nodded enthusiastically.
Twenty-one bottles later
'Just -hiccup- what bottle -hiccup- is tha -hiccup-?'
'It's my twenty-ninth. And yours?' Legolas giggled. 'Did you notice you're hiccupping? I think you're drunk.'
'What? -hiccup- I'm at my tenth!!' Boromir hiccupped proudly. 'I feel -hiccup- like a tooth.'
How about yours, Faramir?' Legolas turned only to find Faramir already asleep on the floor a smile on his tomato-red face.
'I think this was quite enough, we have to get Faramir to his room before daddy notices we plundered his wine-cellar,' The golden-haired elf stated firmly. 'What say you?'
Boromir looked at Legolas with one eye closed. 'You -hiccup- won?'
'Just what are you thinking? Of course I did! I'm not hiccupping.'
'That's not fair!' Boromir gave Legolas a big pout, the elf just giggled.
'Did you know that you look really funny when you're pouting in order to stop yourself from hiccupping?'
Boromir hiccupped again. 'I'm tired, can't we just -hiccup- stay here?'
'No we can't, daddy won't like that.'
'But I'm tired, pleaaaase?' Boromir begged.
Feeling his own eyes closed, Legolas sat on the floor. 'Okay then, but just for 15 minutes, then we really go back.'
Nodding happily, Boromir snuggled against Legolas and fell asleep instantly, not bothered by his continuous hiccupping. On the other side, Faramir put his head on Legolas' shoulder. That was exactly how one of the guards found them the next morning.
End Flashback
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'Remember my bet with him about that he couldn't get drunk?' Boromir asked Faramir as they walked towards Legolas' room.
'Yeah! You started hiccupping even before I did!' Faramir snickered at his brother's face.
'I did not! You fell asleep!'
'But it was my first time! I was only eight! You and Legolas were already twelve! What did you expect? You started hiccupping before me anyway.'
'Did not!'
'Did too!'
Opening the door to Legolas' room Boromir suddenly fell silent. His never-drunk-brother was nowhere to be seen.
TBC
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This was only four pages of writing, not that much indeed. But more than I used to write! Faramir is a brave guy, I'm sure you're wondering how he could have gotten happy that soon, but he's still pretty sad, you'll notice later! Not that it's something good... Faramir doesn't want his brothers to know how depressed he was. He doesn't want to talk about it. Oh well, I suppose he'll make it even with one eye! Have you already forgiven me for being such a lame writer? Or perhaps you can just tell me how I can remember that I MUST write. Or perhaps you got ideas for me? Or perhaps you can just tell me what I did wrong or right. Oh, please just review and let me know you're still alive and reading!!! Please!!
Love to all!
Mellas Fenixxes.