A/N: I am aware Arod was a guy. I am also aware that this is my fanfiction, so there will be changes made to the story. I am also aware that I said at the start of this that things were going to be messed up.
Chapter Eight: Don't Mess With Legolas
Promises mean everything, when you're little, and the world's so big,
I don't understand how, you can smile with all those tears in your eyes, and tell me everything is Wonderful Now...
Everything is wonderful now.
-Everclear, Wonderful.
She looked up at him, tears were threatening to fall from her eyes.
'This is not good...' thought Legolas, as he looked at her.
"So I'm a whore aren't I?" she asked.
Legolas was appalled. "No! Of course you aren't!"
"Yes I am, I mean, I'm supposed to be having Sauron's GOD DAMNED CHILD!" she yelled. Obviously, she had not heard the whole conversation. Or, she had, but it had been muffled through the door.
"You do not understand, let me explain-"
"What don't I understand? The only thing I don't understand is why I don't remember it. Oh well, I guess its just like Daddy always said, I am a worthless, ugly, slut who-"
"STOP SPEAKING NOW!" yelled Legolas, his temper had reached its breaking point. He did not know what it was about Melanie that made his feelings and emotions so close to the surface, but no matter what she did she always seemed to push him off the edge. He took a few deep breaths and counted to ten. Then he noticed that Melanie had backed away from him. She was goggling at him.
"I'm sorry, Legolas," Melanie whispered, backing away another four steps.
He followed her. She backed away again. He stepped forward again. She backed away again, and she hit the wall. He came closer to her until they were less than an arm's length apart from each other.
Melanie's world was crashing down around her. She had just found out she was supposed to be the mother of an evil child. Then her beautiful Legolas was turning on her, becoming mean. She closed her eyes.
"Listen to me," said Legolas with emphasis, "I want you to listen."
"Okay," she said, her heart somewhere in the pit of her stomach.
"You have misunderstood. You are still poilka. The Dark Lord has not touched you. If it is in my power I will never let him. Do you understand now Melanie?" She nodded her head fervently. He shook his head.
"Have I ever hurt you?" he asked her.
"No," she said, her eyes looking past him at the ground.
"Then why would I begin now?"
"Because," she whispered.
"Because why?"
"Because that's what has always happened to me," she said, "Everyone I love either hurts me or goes away." Legolas said nothing for a moment.
"I promise you I will never hurt you, nor will I leave you, if I have any choice."
"What do you mean if you have any choice?" Legolas looked sadly at her.
"War is coming. The King of Rohan does not know this yet. You must get dressed, we are speaking with him today.
"Legolas, I need more clothes," she said hurriedly. He nodded his head. "I will get them for you." He turned towards the doorway, and saw Aragorn standing in it.
"Aragorn will stay with you," he said as he left. "Don't bring a corset!" she shouted after him. Aragorn smiled nicely at her.
"Good morning Melanie," said Aragorn.
"Good morning Aragorn, I wanted to thank you for letting me come in here last night-"
"What else could I have done?" he asked in mild indignation, "Left you outside after you had pounded on our door so fiercely?" then he added sarcastically, "And allowed you to wake the entire castle?"
Melanie chuckled. Then Aragorn sobered up and said, "No Melanie, no thanks is needed."
She smiled. Aragorn continued, "But I think that Legolas was probably more thankful then even you are that you came into our room." At this Melanie blushed. "Was he really?" she whispered. Aragorn nodded his head.
But then Melanie stiffened. "Aragorn, I've never been so scared," she said.
"I know Little One, I know," he said, and he pulled her into an embrace. Melanie didn't know what it was like to have a big brother, but she thought Aragorn came pretty close.
Then they both heard a throat being cleared. They let go of each other and turned to see Legolas in the doorway. Melanie opened her mouth slightly. Things were not how they looked!
"I have your clothes, Melanie," he said, his voice cold.
"Thank you," she said, and she took the gown. She looked past him across the hallway, to her room. "Uh, guys, can I change in your bathroom?"
Legolas did not respond, but Aragorn did, "Of course, Little One."
Into the bathroom she went. She closed the door and stripped quickly. Then she slid into the gown.
The gown was a deep rose color. It was slightly more revealing then the one she had on last night. It looked pretty nice on her, and best of all, it fit without a corset.
Melanie looked in the mirror and twirled around a little. She hated to admit it, but she actually liked how the dress flared out as she spun! Melanie heard the sound of something dropping. She looked down, and saw that three small containers had fallen out of the dress. She picked them up, and saw that they were a primitive type of make-up. She opened one, and saw that it was a lipstick-like substance. Being an expert at applying make-up that she was (ha ha!) she put it sparingly onto her lips. She was shocked to find that the little she put on changed her lips to the exact rose color of her dress. She picked up the second container: it was a dusty rose colored eyeshadow. She put that on too. Finally, she picked up the third container and applied a pink blush. Melanie had to admit, she did look nice. Now if only her hair . . . She brushed it out with her fingers. That would have to work for now. She unlocked the door and stepped out. There was an intake of breath from around the room.
"Gee wizz that makes me feel special," she said, "Do I offend?"
"Not at all lass," said Gimli gruffly.
"No, Melanie, you do not offend," said Gandalf.
"Where did you guys come from?" she asked.
"We were on a walk," said Gandalf, and he seemed very troubled, "With Hama, the captain of the guards."
"So?" she asked.
"So, we reported the ruffian who assaulted you-"
"Great!" said Melanie, "Peachy! Now I shall be know as the young and the stupid child who cannot protect herself," she said, and then she laughed, "Oh well, at least it's the truth!"
"This is no laughing matter," said Gandalf, "Hama said that there is no Artimas as one the king's advisors. He said that an old man named Artimas died three years ago." Melanie's eyes widened.
"How is that possible?"
"It is not, Artimas is not who he says he is. It is even possible he is a servant of the enemy." Melanie paled. Then Aragorn shook his head and said, "Let us not speak of such things now."
Aragorn looked Melanie up and down. "You look very nice, Little One."
"Thanks Aragorn," she said smiling. Legolas shot a glare at Aragorn. Melanie noticed this and said, "I feel like going for a walk, anyone want to come with me?"
Legolas, who had been silent the whole time, now spoke, "I will."
The others took the hint and said, "Sorry, we've got some things to attend to. We'll see you at breakfast then." Gimli broke into a laugh, but with a glance from Legolas, it turned into a hacking cough.
Melanie and Legolas walked along the corridor. When they were far enough away, Legolas stopped and turned to Melanie, who also halted.
"What was that?" He asked.
"What was what?"
"That- that embrace- you and Aragorn-"
"That was no embrace Legolas, that was a hug." He looked unconvinced.
Melanie shook her head. "Dude, he's got ARWEN EVENSTAR at home, do'ya really think he'd bother with me?"
"Yes," said Legolas.
Melanie smiled. "You really know how to make a gal feel special stud," she said. Legolas gave her a 'you-still-haven't-answered-my-question' look, and she said, "Okay what do you want me to say? I love Aragorn, happy?"
Legolas blanched. He opened his mouth for a moment, and then said, "WHAT?!?"
"He's my big brofer," she said in a baby-voice, as though she hadn't heard him.
He looked like he was having an internal struggle between kissing her and punching her on her perfect little nose. He was about to opt for the former, but then Aragorn came striding into view, grinning from ear to ear.
"The King has decided to see us," he said, "Finally."
"We know that Aragorn," Melanie said exasperated.
"No, you misunderstand me, he wants to see us. As in RIGHT NOW."
"What, we don't even get breakfast?" she asked.
Aragorn gave her a 'you've got to be kidding me' look.
"Jeez, you guys really gotta lighten up," she said. "Oh well, lets go see King Theoden,"
Legolas and Aragorn nodded. Aragorn led the way to the King's chamber.
They met in the hallway with Gimli and Gandalf. "Now or nothing," said Melanie, and they all stepped in.
The sight that met Melanie's eyes was fairly disturbing. An old, wrinkled, sickly man was sitting in a throne. His crown looked to heavy for him, his hands that grasped the hands of his throne were claw like. That triggered Melanie's memory. Dark theater . . . it seemed so long ago, but it really wasn't.
Sitting beside the king was a pale, slimey haired man. You couldn't really call him a person. It was more like some sort of thing that crawled out of a bog. Gross. The bog-man was whispering something in King Theoden's ear. If Melanie strained, she could hear it.
"My lord," he whispered, "Gandalf the Grey is coming."
"The welcome in your abode is somewhat lessoned of late, Theoden King," said Gandalf.
"He is not welcome," said Mr. boggy.
"Why should I welcome you, Gandalf Stormcrow?" wheezed the king. He looked at boggy-boy for support. Boggy nodded, and stood up, addressing the whole Hall. Now that Melanie looked around, she saw many counselors, all of them staring avidly at the bog-man, but every once in a while they'd shoot her a smirk. "A just question my liege," said Boggy Bog-man.
"Late, Is the hour, in which this conjurer chooses to appear. Larthspell I name you, ill news is an ill guest."
Gandalf turned to the boggy-bog-man. "Be silent! Keep your forked tongue behind your teeth! I have not passed through shadow and flame to bandy crooked words with a witless worm." Then Gandalf pulled his staff out.
"His staff!" shouted Grima Wormtonge, (that was his real name), "I told you to take the wizard's staff!" At that, the guards and counselors basically attacked. Legolas pushed Melanie behind him. That didn't really help, as the guards were rushing at them from all angles.
As a guard approached her, Melanie did the only thing she figured to be done in a situation like this: she kicked him in the knuts. The poor fool (the guard, not Melanie) fell over moaning in pain. "Ha! Ha!" Melanie said.
Then a guard came up behind Legolas.
Melanie shouted, "Look out!"
Legolas back-punched the guard without looking at him. Due to Melanie's lack of attention, a guard grabbed her from behind. She tried to scream, but the man slapped his gloved hand over her mouth.
"We meet again," said the man, and he began dragging her out of the room, into the Hall. The others, too busy fighting and now looking at the King, didn't notice. Melanie got one last look at Legolas, before she was pulled out of the room.
Once they were in the hallway, Artimas lost no time. He tried to place his hand over her forehead, but this time she was better prepared. She wrestled her arm out of his grip and punched him in the jaw. She turned to run back to where the others were. But, once again, Artimas grabbed her hand. They had a prompt and furious fist fight . . . Artimas using his supposed training as a guard, Melanie using playground tactics, what she had picked up from T.V. and her father, and her own strategies...
Gandalf was drawing Saruman out of the King.
Chapter Eight: Don't Mess With Legolas
Promises mean everything, when you're little, and the world's so big,
I don't understand how, you can smile with all those tears in your eyes, and tell me everything is Wonderful Now...
Everything is wonderful now.
-Everclear, Wonderful.
She looked up at him, tears were threatening to fall from her eyes.
'This is not good...' thought Legolas, as he looked at her.
"So I'm a whore aren't I?" she asked.
Legolas was appalled. "No! Of course you aren't!"
"Yes I am, I mean, I'm supposed to be having Sauron's GOD DAMNED CHILD!" she yelled. Obviously, she had not heard the whole conversation. Or, she had, but it had been muffled through the door.
"You do not understand, let me explain-"
"What don't I understand? The only thing I don't understand is why I don't remember it. Oh well, I guess its just like Daddy always said, I am a worthless, ugly, slut who-"
"STOP SPEAKING NOW!" yelled Legolas, his temper had reached its breaking point. He did not know what it was about Melanie that made his feelings and emotions so close to the surface, but no matter what she did she always seemed to push him off the edge. He took a few deep breaths and counted to ten. Then he noticed that Melanie had backed away from him. She was goggling at him.
"I'm sorry, Legolas," Melanie whispered, backing away another four steps.
He followed her. She backed away again. He stepped forward again. She backed away again, and she hit the wall. He came closer to her until they were less than an arm's length apart from each other.
Melanie's world was crashing down around her. She had just found out she was supposed to be the mother of an evil child. Then her beautiful Legolas was turning on her, becoming mean. She closed her eyes.
"Listen to me," said Legolas with emphasis, "I want you to listen."
"Okay," she said, her heart somewhere in the pit of her stomach.
"You have misunderstood. You are still poilka. The Dark Lord has not touched you. If it is in my power I will never let him. Do you understand now Melanie?" She nodded her head fervently. He shook his head.
"Have I ever hurt you?" he asked her.
"No," she said, her eyes looking past him at the ground.
"Then why would I begin now?"
"Because," she whispered.
"Because why?"
"Because that's what has always happened to me," she said, "Everyone I love either hurts me or goes away." Legolas said nothing for a moment.
"I promise you I will never hurt you, nor will I leave you, if I have any choice."
"What do you mean if you have any choice?" Legolas looked sadly at her.
"War is coming. The King of Rohan does not know this yet. You must get dressed, we are speaking with him today.
"Legolas, I need more clothes," she said hurriedly. He nodded his head. "I will get them for you." He turned towards the doorway, and saw Aragorn standing in it.
"Aragorn will stay with you," he said as he left. "Don't bring a corset!" she shouted after him. Aragorn smiled nicely at her.
"Good morning Melanie," said Aragorn.
"Good morning Aragorn, I wanted to thank you for letting me come in here last night-"
"What else could I have done?" he asked in mild indignation, "Left you outside after you had pounded on our door so fiercely?" then he added sarcastically, "And allowed you to wake the entire castle?"
Melanie chuckled. Then Aragorn sobered up and said, "No Melanie, no thanks is needed."
She smiled. Aragorn continued, "But I think that Legolas was probably more thankful then even you are that you came into our room." At this Melanie blushed. "Was he really?" she whispered. Aragorn nodded his head.
But then Melanie stiffened. "Aragorn, I've never been so scared," she said.
"I know Little One, I know," he said, and he pulled her into an embrace. Melanie didn't know what it was like to have a big brother, but she thought Aragorn came pretty close.
Then they both heard a throat being cleared. They let go of each other and turned to see Legolas in the doorway. Melanie opened her mouth slightly. Things were not how they looked!
"I have your clothes, Melanie," he said, his voice cold.
"Thank you," she said, and she took the gown. She looked past him across the hallway, to her room. "Uh, guys, can I change in your bathroom?"
Legolas did not respond, but Aragorn did, "Of course, Little One."
Into the bathroom she went. She closed the door and stripped quickly. Then she slid into the gown.
The gown was a deep rose color. It was slightly more revealing then the one she had on last night. It looked pretty nice on her, and best of all, it fit without a corset.
Melanie looked in the mirror and twirled around a little. She hated to admit it, but she actually liked how the dress flared out as she spun! Melanie heard the sound of something dropping. She looked down, and saw that three small containers had fallen out of the dress. She picked them up, and saw that they were a primitive type of make-up. She opened one, and saw that it was a lipstick-like substance. Being an expert at applying make-up that she was (ha ha!) she put it sparingly onto her lips. She was shocked to find that the little she put on changed her lips to the exact rose color of her dress. She picked up the second container: it was a dusty rose colored eyeshadow. She put that on too. Finally, she picked up the third container and applied a pink blush. Melanie had to admit, she did look nice. Now if only her hair . . . She brushed it out with her fingers. That would have to work for now. She unlocked the door and stepped out. There was an intake of breath from around the room.
"Gee wizz that makes me feel special," she said, "Do I offend?"
"Not at all lass," said Gimli gruffly.
"No, Melanie, you do not offend," said Gandalf.
"Where did you guys come from?" she asked.
"We were on a walk," said Gandalf, and he seemed very troubled, "With Hama, the captain of the guards."
"So?" she asked.
"So, we reported the ruffian who assaulted you-"
"Great!" said Melanie, "Peachy! Now I shall be know as the young and the stupid child who cannot protect herself," she said, and then she laughed, "Oh well, at least it's the truth!"
"This is no laughing matter," said Gandalf, "Hama said that there is no Artimas as one the king's advisors. He said that an old man named Artimas died three years ago." Melanie's eyes widened.
"How is that possible?"
"It is not, Artimas is not who he says he is. It is even possible he is a servant of the enemy." Melanie paled. Then Aragorn shook his head and said, "Let us not speak of such things now."
Aragorn looked Melanie up and down. "You look very nice, Little One."
"Thanks Aragorn," she said smiling. Legolas shot a glare at Aragorn. Melanie noticed this and said, "I feel like going for a walk, anyone want to come with me?"
Legolas, who had been silent the whole time, now spoke, "I will."
The others took the hint and said, "Sorry, we've got some things to attend to. We'll see you at breakfast then." Gimli broke into a laugh, but with a glance from Legolas, it turned into a hacking cough.
Melanie and Legolas walked along the corridor. When they were far enough away, Legolas stopped and turned to Melanie, who also halted.
"What was that?" He asked.
"What was what?"
"That- that embrace- you and Aragorn-"
"That was no embrace Legolas, that was a hug." He looked unconvinced.
Melanie shook her head. "Dude, he's got ARWEN EVENSTAR at home, do'ya really think he'd bother with me?"
"Yes," said Legolas.
Melanie smiled. "You really know how to make a gal feel special stud," she said. Legolas gave her a 'you-still-haven't-answered-my-question' look, and she said, "Okay what do you want me to say? I love Aragorn, happy?"
Legolas blanched. He opened his mouth for a moment, and then said, "WHAT?!?"
"He's my big brofer," she said in a baby-voice, as though she hadn't heard him.
He looked like he was having an internal struggle between kissing her and punching her on her perfect little nose. He was about to opt for the former, but then Aragorn came striding into view, grinning from ear to ear.
"The King has decided to see us," he said, "Finally."
"We know that Aragorn," Melanie said exasperated.
"No, you misunderstand me, he wants to see us. As in RIGHT NOW."
"What, we don't even get breakfast?" she asked.
Aragorn gave her a 'you've got to be kidding me' look.
"Jeez, you guys really gotta lighten up," she said. "Oh well, lets go see King Theoden,"
Legolas and Aragorn nodded. Aragorn led the way to the King's chamber.
They met in the hallway with Gimli and Gandalf. "Now or nothing," said Melanie, and they all stepped in.
The sight that met Melanie's eyes was fairly disturbing. An old, wrinkled, sickly man was sitting in a throne. His crown looked to heavy for him, his hands that grasped the hands of his throne were claw like. That triggered Melanie's memory. Dark theater . . . it seemed so long ago, but it really wasn't.
Sitting beside the king was a pale, slimey haired man. You couldn't really call him a person. It was more like some sort of thing that crawled out of a bog. Gross. The bog-man was whispering something in King Theoden's ear. If Melanie strained, she could hear it.
"My lord," he whispered, "Gandalf the Grey is coming."
"The welcome in your abode is somewhat lessoned of late, Theoden King," said Gandalf.
"He is not welcome," said Mr. boggy.
"Why should I welcome you, Gandalf Stormcrow?" wheezed the king. He looked at boggy-boy for support. Boggy nodded, and stood up, addressing the whole Hall. Now that Melanie looked around, she saw many counselors, all of them staring avidly at the bog-man, but every once in a while they'd shoot her a smirk. "A just question my liege," said Boggy Bog-man.
"Late, Is the hour, in which this conjurer chooses to appear. Larthspell I name you, ill news is an ill guest."
Gandalf turned to the boggy-bog-man. "Be silent! Keep your forked tongue behind your teeth! I have not passed through shadow and flame to bandy crooked words with a witless worm." Then Gandalf pulled his staff out.
"His staff!" shouted Grima Wormtonge, (that was his real name), "I told you to take the wizard's staff!" At that, the guards and counselors basically attacked. Legolas pushed Melanie behind him. That didn't really help, as the guards were rushing at them from all angles.
As a guard approached her, Melanie did the only thing she figured to be done in a situation like this: she kicked him in the knuts. The poor fool (the guard, not Melanie) fell over moaning in pain. "Ha! Ha!" Melanie said.
Then a guard came up behind Legolas.
Melanie shouted, "Look out!"
Legolas back-punched the guard without looking at him. Due to Melanie's lack of attention, a guard grabbed her from behind. She tried to scream, but the man slapped his gloved hand over her mouth.
"We meet again," said the man, and he began dragging her out of the room, into the Hall. The others, too busy fighting and now looking at the King, didn't notice. Melanie got one last look at Legolas, before she was pulled out of the room.
Once they were in the hallway, Artimas lost no time. He tried to place his hand over her forehead, but this time she was better prepared. She wrestled her arm out of his grip and punched him in the jaw. She turned to run back to where the others were. But, once again, Artimas grabbed her hand. They had a prompt and furious fist fight . . . Artimas using his supposed training as a guard, Melanie using playground tactics, what she had picked up from T.V. and her father, and her own strategies...
Gandalf was drawing Saruman out of the King.