Disclaimer: Me want Haldir but me no own no nothing.
Author's Note: Hiya all! Thank you sooo much for your kind reviews!! Updates are gonna be faster now cause I'm getting into it. Oh yeah and MUCHO INPORTANTES CHICOS!! (I'm not Spanish btw) When I type Men like that capitalized, it means the race of Men such as Aragorn or Fairamir and stuff. If its like this: men, not capitalized, it means the male population including Elves and Dwarves. Ok? Got that? Nice! Smart ppls! And one more thing, I don't feel like making another OC so I'm going to use Uruviel of the Galadrim. She was in the first movie when the Fellowship first entered Lothlorien and she wears a tiara thingy so I think I can make her a royalty.
This chapter is dedicated to Brazgirl and Cherryfaerie. If it weren't for you guys, I would've stopped a long time ago. Thankies!
Bittersweet Revenge
To Trust Again
~*~*~In Dreams of the Past~*~*~
Hithiel sobbed as the whip fell across her back. "No, please! Stop!" she screamed. Her young Elven frame winced and contorted in pain.
"Tell me what you have learned," her mother growled behind her. "Lesson number one." The whip sailed through the air and landed on her back with a sharp crack.
The small child gasped, "You are my master. I serve no other. "Hithiel is no one."
"Good, lesson number two!" she shouted followed by another whiplash.
Hithiel panted, her dark hair tumbling all about her. "All men are worthless. Never trust them."
"Yes, and the final one?" she hissed.
"Kill Thranduil," sobbed the innocent young Elfling.
~*~*~End Dreams~*~*~
Hithiel moaned in her sleep, muttering things, her hands clenched and relaxed as if trying to grab onto a lifeline. Legolas looked at her intently. A mystery shrouded her dark head. "No, please! Stop!" she muttered softly.
Legolas furrowed his brows. 'What was she thinking? What happened in her past?' The sleeping figure turned her head towards Legolas and the Prince could see tears trickling down her face. Without thinking, he brushed the back of his hand across her cheek, gently wiping them away.
The door behind him banged open and Haldir strolled in noisily. Legolas immediately turned around and motioned for him to be quiet so he wouldn't waken the Elf in the bed. Haldir grinned with understanding and threw a quick glance at her. "How is she?" he whispered to the Prince.
Legolas shook his head slightly, his golden hair rippling across his back. "Not good. Look."
He walked to the Elf and turned her around slightly to reveal her heavily bandaged back. Haldir's eyes widened slightly when he saw the bloodstained bandages and he let out a gasp when Legolas gently peeled them back to show her lacerated back. It was bloody and painful. Haldir felt an unexpected rush of anger towards the person who did this. He could tell that it has been going on for some time. His sharp eyes could see scars of past whippings. 'How could anybody do such a thing?' the thought horrified. It was completely opposite of the Elves' true nature.
He glanced back at Legolas who was also sick of the idea of someone beating her. Legolas gently replaced the bandages, trying not to cause her any more pain. Just when he finished, the She-Elf began to regain consciousness.
Legolas quickly drew back. Her dark green eyes flashed open and narrowed when she saw Legolas. She instinctively shrank away from him. She realized with a jolt that her tunic has been removed while she was sleeping and her weapons were taken.
The Prince saw the look of pure terror upon her face when she first saw him. 'What happened? What happened to make you so afraid?' he wanted to ask but instead he said, "Who gave you those marks on your back?"
Hithiel's eyes widened. 'He can't know about me. He can't know anything about me or my past,' she thought quickly. 'If he finds out why I'm as good as dead.' "Orcs," she muttered without really thinking. Her eyes betrayed nothing but Haldir saw through it.
"It was not orcs," he said sternly his gray eyes flashing. "Do not lie when the Prince asks you something. Orcs don't use whips to cause pain. They prefer to use their bare hands to cause pain. And besides, you scars show that it has been going on for a while. Are you implying that you were captured by orcs for twenty years?"
There was no hiding it from the sharp Guardian. Hithiel stared determinately back at the Elf. "Who are you anyways? And if you're so smart, why did you ask?"
She hated his arrogant tone. Who was he to question her? The older Elf sighed in resignation. "We were just trying to help so stop acting so childish!" snapped Legolas irritably. "As for our names, we will require yours first." He just didn't understand why she was acting as if she was hiding something from them.
At this Hithiel colored and cast her eyes down slightly. He was only trying to help, right? But her trainings were different. 'All men are worthless. Never trust them.' Her mother's voice echoed in her head reminding her of her duty.
Legolas sighed. She was so stubborn and her sharp tongue would get her into much trouble one day. "Here," he threw a pair of tunic and leggings at her. "Your other ones are too bloody to be worn."
She took them and nodded but didn't actually say thanks. Legolas dismissed it and he and Haldir left her alone to change.
Hithiel looked dully at the dark green tunic that Legolas had given her and mechanically began to change. A shock of pain coursed through her limbs as the silky fabric brushed against her wound. Even with the strong healing powers of the Elves, it would take a few days for her to heal fully. Until then, she could not expose herself to Thranduil.
Her mind wandered off to the two Elves, Legolas and the other. She frowned when she realized that she didn't even know the other's name. Legolas probably thinks she didn't know anything about her but she did. 'I know more than you think, Legolas,' she thought. 'I know every room in this palace.'
She had been here before under a different name, and a different guise. Only in the last moment, she was exposed and had to flee for her life. The soldiers believed her to be dead after a while and ever since then, security has increased dramatically. That would explain that confounded maze. She frowned at the memory of the maze. She never wanted to go in there again. The thought of running in circles and never finding the exit was too daunting.
'Who is that Elf?' she racked her mind for a name that might've slipped but it remained blank. All she could she was that grinning face when he claimed victory. 'I want a rematch!' She gritted her teeth at the thought of that annoying overweight Elf. But he fights well, she'll give him props for that.
She finished changing and threw her old cloths on the floor. She was never the organized type. She tried to stand up but her back wouldn't allow it. She fell back onto the bed with a soft cry upon her lips. She shifted again, trying not to injure her tender back but at the same time, cursing at herself for being so weak. She laid there panting from effort. 'Great. I'm in Mirkwood where the guards want to kill me and I'm injured. Just perfect.'
She became too tired to think clearly and without knowing it, fell into a dreamless sleep.
~*~*~With Legolas~*~*~
"Who does she think she is? Galadriel?" cried Haldir outraged as soon as Legolas closed the door. He didn't care if Hithiel could hear. She SHOULD hear it but Legolas only shook his head.
He motioned for him to follow as he walked gracefully down the hallways of the palace. Haldir easily caught up with him, his eyes still flashing with anger. "Hush, she's injured. Let her rest."
Haldir mumbled something inaudible and looked away. "Well at least she should thank you. I mean, you practically saved her life!"
Legolas smiled. "A good deed will reward itself."
"And sometimes it won't," muttered Haldir sarcastically. He laughed lightly at the annoyed expression on his friend's face.
"Oh, just shut up," Legolas mumbled. "Come, my fathers wants me to see someone. Probably another treaty or something." He sighed. Palace life was so boring. He longed for adventure and wished to switch with Haldir who was a Guardian.
Legolas stepped into the grand throne room, his light footsteps echoing slightly throughout the chamber. "You wished to see me father?" he asked as he approached the old king. He bowed his head slightly to acknowledge him.
"Yes, Legolas. I think it is time for you to get married." Thranduil smiled fondly at his youngest son. He completely missed the outraged expression that decorated the beautiful face. Ignoring Legolas's sputter of protest, he continued, "This is Uruviel." He gestured to a pretty Elf maiden standing in the shadows. He didn't even notice her when he came in. When Thranduil said her name, she stepped forward and bowed deeply to Legolas who returned it stiffly. "She is a Galadrim and has agreed to wed you to seal the treaty between Mirkwood and Lothlorien." Thranduil smiled happily. "Then, my son, you will inherit the kingdom."
Another Elf unfolded himself from the shadow behind the throne. "Father! What about me?" Legolas recognized him as his older brother, Ambaril. His dark eyes flashed dangerously at his father. "What will I get? I was supposed to inherit the kingdom! I'm older! I'm better! Legolas is not fit to rule your kingdom! He will destroy it!"
Legolas wanted to protest that he was not inferior and was perfectly capable of ruling the kingdom but he held back. If his father changed his mind and let Ambaril have the kingdom, he wouldn't have to marry Uvu—whatever her name was. It wasn't that she wasn't pretty or anything. She had a light honey brown hair that hung down to her waist. A silver star was bound about her forehead and she wore a floaty light blue gown. She was all in all a perfect bride but he just didn't want her. His mind drifted back to a certain dark-haired fighter that he left moments before.
"Nonsense," cried Thranduil. Legolas's attention returned to his father. "Legolas is perfectly capable." Legolas glowed with pride inside but it was also his doom. "Legolas will inherit the kingdom and that's that. It was your mother's wishes that he gets it. You will honor your mother's word even if you don't care about mine," he said sternly looking down at Ambaril.
Legolas fidgeted on the spot. His older brother was sending him a You-Are- So-Dead-When-I-Get-My-Hands-On-You glare that he usually reserved for orcs. "Umm... Haldir? Let's go."
He turned and was going with Haldir struggling to catch up when a soft hand grabbed his. He whirled around and stared into the soft blue eyes of Uruviel. "Let's get one thing straight right now. I wanted nothing to do with this. Our fathers made it all up."
Legolas stared. She looked so delicate but like Hithiel, she had a very sharp tongue. He had to admit, she was very beautiful but she was so... He wanted to shake off her hand. It was soft, not at all like Hithiel's that were skilled and deadly. Uruviel was nothing but a decoration in the high courts. She was probable just another snobby brainless Elf.
Legolas shook her hand off and looked away. "Umm... sure. Listen, I really need to go right now so we'll talk later ok?"
She glared at him. "Why? Why not talk now? What's more important than me?" She stamped her foot angrily like a spoiled young brat.
Legolas flushed and glanced at his father who was watching this exchange with a smile. "I-I have some other business to take care of. We'll talk at dinner, ok?" He felt like he were talking to an Elfling.
He quickly dragged Haldir and hurried down the hall before she could say anything else. As soon as they were out of earshot, they both burst out laughing. "That's a very pleasant bride, 'Your Majesty,'" he said in between bursts of laughter.
Legolas leaned against the wall to catch his breath. "No way. I am not going to survive one day with her let alone eternity." He turned around, his eyes still shining with mirth. "Let's see what our Little Mist is faring, shall we?"
"Let's hope she's better than Uruviel," said Haldir saying the Elf's name in a little baby voice.
Legolas grinned but he noticed the way Haldir's stormy blue eyes lit up when he said Uruviel's name. 'This could get interesting.'
Author's Note: Hiya all! Thank you sooo much for your kind reviews!! Updates are gonna be faster now cause I'm getting into it. Oh yeah and MUCHO INPORTANTES CHICOS!! (I'm not Spanish btw) When I type Men like that capitalized, it means the race of Men such as Aragorn or Fairamir and stuff. If its like this: men, not capitalized, it means the male population including Elves and Dwarves. Ok? Got that? Nice! Smart ppls! And one more thing, I don't feel like making another OC so I'm going to use Uruviel of the Galadrim. She was in the first movie when the Fellowship first entered Lothlorien and she wears a tiara thingy so I think I can make her a royalty.
This chapter is dedicated to Brazgirl and Cherryfaerie. If it weren't for you guys, I would've stopped a long time ago. Thankies!
Bittersweet Revenge
To Trust Again
~*~*~In Dreams of the Past~*~*~
Hithiel sobbed as the whip fell across her back. "No, please! Stop!" she screamed. Her young Elven frame winced and contorted in pain.
"Tell me what you have learned," her mother growled behind her. "Lesson number one." The whip sailed through the air and landed on her back with a sharp crack.
The small child gasped, "You are my master. I serve no other. "Hithiel is no one."
"Good, lesson number two!" she shouted followed by another whiplash.
Hithiel panted, her dark hair tumbling all about her. "All men are worthless. Never trust them."
"Yes, and the final one?" she hissed.
"Kill Thranduil," sobbed the innocent young Elfling.
~*~*~End Dreams~*~*~
Hithiel moaned in her sleep, muttering things, her hands clenched and relaxed as if trying to grab onto a lifeline. Legolas looked at her intently. A mystery shrouded her dark head. "No, please! Stop!" she muttered softly.
Legolas furrowed his brows. 'What was she thinking? What happened in her past?' The sleeping figure turned her head towards Legolas and the Prince could see tears trickling down her face. Without thinking, he brushed the back of his hand across her cheek, gently wiping them away.
The door behind him banged open and Haldir strolled in noisily. Legolas immediately turned around and motioned for him to be quiet so he wouldn't waken the Elf in the bed. Haldir grinned with understanding and threw a quick glance at her. "How is she?" he whispered to the Prince.
Legolas shook his head slightly, his golden hair rippling across his back. "Not good. Look."
He walked to the Elf and turned her around slightly to reveal her heavily bandaged back. Haldir's eyes widened slightly when he saw the bloodstained bandages and he let out a gasp when Legolas gently peeled them back to show her lacerated back. It was bloody and painful. Haldir felt an unexpected rush of anger towards the person who did this. He could tell that it has been going on for some time. His sharp eyes could see scars of past whippings. 'How could anybody do such a thing?' the thought horrified. It was completely opposite of the Elves' true nature.
He glanced back at Legolas who was also sick of the idea of someone beating her. Legolas gently replaced the bandages, trying not to cause her any more pain. Just when he finished, the She-Elf began to regain consciousness.
Legolas quickly drew back. Her dark green eyes flashed open and narrowed when she saw Legolas. She instinctively shrank away from him. She realized with a jolt that her tunic has been removed while she was sleeping and her weapons were taken.
The Prince saw the look of pure terror upon her face when she first saw him. 'What happened? What happened to make you so afraid?' he wanted to ask but instead he said, "Who gave you those marks on your back?"
Hithiel's eyes widened. 'He can't know about me. He can't know anything about me or my past,' she thought quickly. 'If he finds out why I'm as good as dead.' "Orcs," she muttered without really thinking. Her eyes betrayed nothing but Haldir saw through it.
"It was not orcs," he said sternly his gray eyes flashing. "Do not lie when the Prince asks you something. Orcs don't use whips to cause pain. They prefer to use their bare hands to cause pain. And besides, you scars show that it has been going on for a while. Are you implying that you were captured by orcs for twenty years?"
There was no hiding it from the sharp Guardian. Hithiel stared determinately back at the Elf. "Who are you anyways? And if you're so smart, why did you ask?"
She hated his arrogant tone. Who was he to question her? The older Elf sighed in resignation. "We were just trying to help so stop acting so childish!" snapped Legolas irritably. "As for our names, we will require yours first." He just didn't understand why she was acting as if she was hiding something from them.
At this Hithiel colored and cast her eyes down slightly. He was only trying to help, right? But her trainings were different. 'All men are worthless. Never trust them.' Her mother's voice echoed in her head reminding her of her duty.
Legolas sighed. She was so stubborn and her sharp tongue would get her into much trouble one day. "Here," he threw a pair of tunic and leggings at her. "Your other ones are too bloody to be worn."
She took them and nodded but didn't actually say thanks. Legolas dismissed it and he and Haldir left her alone to change.
Hithiel looked dully at the dark green tunic that Legolas had given her and mechanically began to change. A shock of pain coursed through her limbs as the silky fabric brushed against her wound. Even with the strong healing powers of the Elves, it would take a few days for her to heal fully. Until then, she could not expose herself to Thranduil.
Her mind wandered off to the two Elves, Legolas and the other. She frowned when she realized that she didn't even know the other's name. Legolas probably thinks she didn't know anything about her but she did. 'I know more than you think, Legolas,' she thought. 'I know every room in this palace.'
She had been here before under a different name, and a different guise. Only in the last moment, she was exposed and had to flee for her life. The soldiers believed her to be dead after a while and ever since then, security has increased dramatically. That would explain that confounded maze. She frowned at the memory of the maze. She never wanted to go in there again. The thought of running in circles and never finding the exit was too daunting.
'Who is that Elf?' she racked her mind for a name that might've slipped but it remained blank. All she could she was that grinning face when he claimed victory. 'I want a rematch!' She gritted her teeth at the thought of that annoying overweight Elf. But he fights well, she'll give him props for that.
She finished changing and threw her old cloths on the floor. She was never the organized type. She tried to stand up but her back wouldn't allow it. She fell back onto the bed with a soft cry upon her lips. She shifted again, trying not to injure her tender back but at the same time, cursing at herself for being so weak. She laid there panting from effort. 'Great. I'm in Mirkwood where the guards want to kill me and I'm injured. Just perfect.'
She became too tired to think clearly and without knowing it, fell into a dreamless sleep.
~*~*~With Legolas~*~*~
"Who does she think she is? Galadriel?" cried Haldir outraged as soon as Legolas closed the door. He didn't care if Hithiel could hear. She SHOULD hear it but Legolas only shook his head.
He motioned for him to follow as he walked gracefully down the hallways of the palace. Haldir easily caught up with him, his eyes still flashing with anger. "Hush, she's injured. Let her rest."
Haldir mumbled something inaudible and looked away. "Well at least she should thank you. I mean, you practically saved her life!"
Legolas smiled. "A good deed will reward itself."
"And sometimes it won't," muttered Haldir sarcastically. He laughed lightly at the annoyed expression on his friend's face.
"Oh, just shut up," Legolas mumbled. "Come, my fathers wants me to see someone. Probably another treaty or something." He sighed. Palace life was so boring. He longed for adventure and wished to switch with Haldir who was a Guardian.
Legolas stepped into the grand throne room, his light footsteps echoing slightly throughout the chamber. "You wished to see me father?" he asked as he approached the old king. He bowed his head slightly to acknowledge him.
"Yes, Legolas. I think it is time for you to get married." Thranduil smiled fondly at his youngest son. He completely missed the outraged expression that decorated the beautiful face. Ignoring Legolas's sputter of protest, he continued, "This is Uruviel." He gestured to a pretty Elf maiden standing in the shadows. He didn't even notice her when he came in. When Thranduil said her name, she stepped forward and bowed deeply to Legolas who returned it stiffly. "She is a Galadrim and has agreed to wed you to seal the treaty between Mirkwood and Lothlorien." Thranduil smiled happily. "Then, my son, you will inherit the kingdom."
Another Elf unfolded himself from the shadow behind the throne. "Father! What about me?" Legolas recognized him as his older brother, Ambaril. His dark eyes flashed dangerously at his father. "What will I get? I was supposed to inherit the kingdom! I'm older! I'm better! Legolas is not fit to rule your kingdom! He will destroy it!"
Legolas wanted to protest that he was not inferior and was perfectly capable of ruling the kingdom but he held back. If his father changed his mind and let Ambaril have the kingdom, he wouldn't have to marry Uvu—whatever her name was. It wasn't that she wasn't pretty or anything. She had a light honey brown hair that hung down to her waist. A silver star was bound about her forehead and she wore a floaty light blue gown. She was all in all a perfect bride but he just didn't want her. His mind drifted back to a certain dark-haired fighter that he left moments before.
"Nonsense," cried Thranduil. Legolas's attention returned to his father. "Legolas is perfectly capable." Legolas glowed with pride inside but it was also his doom. "Legolas will inherit the kingdom and that's that. It was your mother's wishes that he gets it. You will honor your mother's word even if you don't care about mine," he said sternly looking down at Ambaril.
Legolas fidgeted on the spot. His older brother was sending him a You-Are- So-Dead-When-I-Get-My-Hands-On-You glare that he usually reserved for orcs. "Umm... Haldir? Let's go."
He turned and was going with Haldir struggling to catch up when a soft hand grabbed his. He whirled around and stared into the soft blue eyes of Uruviel. "Let's get one thing straight right now. I wanted nothing to do with this. Our fathers made it all up."
Legolas stared. She looked so delicate but like Hithiel, she had a very sharp tongue. He had to admit, she was very beautiful but she was so... He wanted to shake off her hand. It was soft, not at all like Hithiel's that were skilled and deadly. Uruviel was nothing but a decoration in the high courts. She was probable just another snobby brainless Elf.
Legolas shook her hand off and looked away. "Umm... sure. Listen, I really need to go right now so we'll talk later ok?"
She glared at him. "Why? Why not talk now? What's more important than me?" She stamped her foot angrily like a spoiled young brat.
Legolas flushed and glanced at his father who was watching this exchange with a smile. "I-I have some other business to take care of. We'll talk at dinner, ok?" He felt like he were talking to an Elfling.
He quickly dragged Haldir and hurried down the hall before she could say anything else. As soon as they were out of earshot, they both burst out laughing. "That's a very pleasant bride, 'Your Majesty,'" he said in between bursts of laughter.
Legolas leaned against the wall to catch his breath. "No way. I am not going to survive one day with her let alone eternity." He turned around, his eyes still shining with mirth. "Let's see what our Little Mist is faring, shall we?"
"Let's hope she's better than Uruviel," said Haldir saying the Elf's name in a little baby voice.
Legolas grinned but he noticed the way Haldir's stormy blue eyes lit up when he said Uruviel's name. 'This could get interesting.'