A/n This is the long awaited 2nd chap, not exactly what you'd expect but
well it's to go along with the plot. It was going to be longer but I split
what I had written into 2 chapters instead.
Mordor's Child
He watched the new comers gazing around at Rivendell with awe filled eyes. He knew how they felt, even though he had lived here for many years, he was still struck with the same all aspiring awe as the new comers. The place was beautiful with its forest green trees and it's perfect waterfalls. It was his home.
Shaking his head he directed his thoughts toward the travellers again. This time it was elves that stepped though the gates instead of dwarfs or more guards from Gondor. He leaned forward ever so slightly from his position on the tree to get a better look to see who they were.
Judging by the colour and make of there clothes they should be Mirkwood elves.
In excitement he jumped down from the tree silently and made his way toward them. They were a band of guards and three, obviously, highly thought of people to the guards' right. The three were talking to Elrond so he wandered towards them but after a look over his shoulder showed whom he had been in search of.
Legolas was in the guards' midst and looking rather annoyed if not angry but when they made eye contact his expression changed. Smiling the made there way over to each other.
They couldn't go very far however as the bad of guards' stepped in between them, one was talking to Legolas while said person started looking deadly. His face went red and his eyes had a steely glint to them.
The reason the guards' were always in Legolas' shadow was because of his father, he was rather overly protective of his son. It may have been that because of around when Legolas was born the queen died. Aragon suspected it was because of childbirth. Only the King knew but he never talked about her always keeping quiet. When he had tried to talk to Legolas his self all he said was that he couldn't remember. Which was quite stupid, as he obviously wouldn't remember.
He suspected Legolas of having some sort of repressed memories either that or he was just forgetful. He always though of the latter first but the suspicions always came back.
He looked up, shaking his thoughts away again while the argument started to escalate dangerously. Legolas was looking more dangerous by the second and the guard more fearful. The last time Legolas got this angry the guard (a different one) was thrown into a tree. The guard must have been having the same thoughts because he backed down and allowed the prince to pass.
~*~*~*~*~*~
I can't believe what ignorant elves keep doing to me, those -consorted due to bad elfish dialect-. My father is really starting to try my patience, I can never go anywhere now except to my bedroom and bathroom now without them following. Aaahhh, my eyes. By the Valar, there burning. Why do they hurt so much? Aragon's is looking at me worriedly. I smile, he looks confused but after a few moments he smiles back.
~*~*~*~*~*~
He smiled back hesitantly as Legolas came over. Why was he smiling, only a few moments ago he had been in obvious pain? "Are you okay?" I asked curiously.
"Yes, the guards'. They just don't know when to stop-" I cut him off worriedly.
"Your eyes, are they alright? They look a little.red-"This time he cut me off.
"Leave me be. I'm fine, Aragon." Legolas glared at him angrily.
Of course, Legolas always hated people fussing over him. So he said sorry and they walked around the beautiful gardens together catching up on each other's past, the guards' not close behind. ~*~*~*~*~*~
After Aragon went inside to go get ready for the council, Legolas took his opportunity to go and look around.
Not much had changed since he had been away, the grass was still as green as ever and the river still as blue. He walked over to the shallow water and kneeled down to study his reflection. Were his eyes really bloodshot?
He stared at his reflection for a fraction of a second before a searing pain engulfed him, his head burning as sweat dripped down his neck in a steady stream.
Letting out a pain filled moan he let out a ragged breath before opening his eyes.
Then he let out a gasp.
The pain had gone.but so had his surroundings. It was another vision. He saw his reflection but not through the water of the river but rather the water of a wooden bowl. The bowl was set on a black marbled floor. There was light coming from somewhere but he couldn't tell where as he was too preoccupied looking down into the bowl, back up at himself.
He saw himself dabbing a small cloth at the many wounds that had just formed on his face, even though he could feel his arms not moving.
His face was covered in blood from wounds large and small and he was in obvious agony. His hair was short and matted with sweat and a dark liquid he presumed was more blood. With what he could see of his face he could tell he was pale and underfed and his eyes were silver, making him feel upset for a reason he could not fathom.
He blinked and the vision was gone.
He saw himself sitting on a riverbank through his reflection.
His hair was long and braided, his eyes a deep blue if not slightly bloodshot and his face pale but not underfed and there were no wounds and certainly no blood.
Shakily he climbed to his feet before walking up to his room.
A/n hehehe. Next chapter "the council of Elrond" but I may call it something else. Plz R/R. the thankz to reviewers should be at the bottom of the last chapter. Plz can I have at least another 8 reviewers. Thankz.
Mordor's Child
He watched the new comers gazing around at Rivendell with awe filled eyes. He knew how they felt, even though he had lived here for many years, he was still struck with the same all aspiring awe as the new comers. The place was beautiful with its forest green trees and it's perfect waterfalls. It was his home.
Shaking his head he directed his thoughts toward the travellers again. This time it was elves that stepped though the gates instead of dwarfs or more guards from Gondor. He leaned forward ever so slightly from his position on the tree to get a better look to see who they were.
Judging by the colour and make of there clothes they should be Mirkwood elves.
In excitement he jumped down from the tree silently and made his way toward them. They were a band of guards and three, obviously, highly thought of people to the guards' right. The three were talking to Elrond so he wandered towards them but after a look over his shoulder showed whom he had been in search of.
Legolas was in the guards' midst and looking rather annoyed if not angry but when they made eye contact his expression changed. Smiling the made there way over to each other.
They couldn't go very far however as the bad of guards' stepped in between them, one was talking to Legolas while said person started looking deadly. His face went red and his eyes had a steely glint to them.
The reason the guards' were always in Legolas' shadow was because of his father, he was rather overly protective of his son. It may have been that because of around when Legolas was born the queen died. Aragon suspected it was because of childbirth. Only the King knew but he never talked about her always keeping quiet. When he had tried to talk to Legolas his self all he said was that he couldn't remember. Which was quite stupid, as he obviously wouldn't remember.
He suspected Legolas of having some sort of repressed memories either that or he was just forgetful. He always though of the latter first but the suspicions always came back.
He looked up, shaking his thoughts away again while the argument started to escalate dangerously. Legolas was looking more dangerous by the second and the guard more fearful. The last time Legolas got this angry the guard (a different one) was thrown into a tree. The guard must have been having the same thoughts because he backed down and allowed the prince to pass.
~*~*~*~*~*~
I can't believe what ignorant elves keep doing to me, those -consorted due to bad elfish dialect-. My father is really starting to try my patience, I can never go anywhere now except to my bedroom and bathroom now without them following. Aaahhh, my eyes. By the Valar, there burning. Why do they hurt so much? Aragon's is looking at me worriedly. I smile, he looks confused but after a few moments he smiles back.
~*~*~*~*~*~
He smiled back hesitantly as Legolas came over. Why was he smiling, only a few moments ago he had been in obvious pain? "Are you okay?" I asked curiously.
"Yes, the guards'. They just don't know when to stop-" I cut him off worriedly.
"Your eyes, are they alright? They look a little.red-"This time he cut me off.
"Leave me be. I'm fine, Aragon." Legolas glared at him angrily.
Of course, Legolas always hated people fussing over him. So he said sorry and they walked around the beautiful gardens together catching up on each other's past, the guards' not close behind. ~*~*~*~*~*~
After Aragon went inside to go get ready for the council, Legolas took his opportunity to go and look around.
Not much had changed since he had been away, the grass was still as green as ever and the river still as blue. He walked over to the shallow water and kneeled down to study his reflection. Were his eyes really bloodshot?
He stared at his reflection for a fraction of a second before a searing pain engulfed him, his head burning as sweat dripped down his neck in a steady stream.
Letting out a pain filled moan he let out a ragged breath before opening his eyes.
Then he let out a gasp.
The pain had gone.but so had his surroundings. It was another vision. He saw his reflection but not through the water of the river but rather the water of a wooden bowl. The bowl was set on a black marbled floor. There was light coming from somewhere but he couldn't tell where as he was too preoccupied looking down into the bowl, back up at himself.
He saw himself dabbing a small cloth at the many wounds that had just formed on his face, even though he could feel his arms not moving.
His face was covered in blood from wounds large and small and he was in obvious agony. His hair was short and matted with sweat and a dark liquid he presumed was more blood. With what he could see of his face he could tell he was pale and underfed and his eyes were silver, making him feel upset for a reason he could not fathom.
He blinked and the vision was gone.
He saw himself sitting on a riverbank through his reflection.
His hair was long and braided, his eyes a deep blue if not slightly bloodshot and his face pale but not underfed and there were no wounds and certainly no blood.
Shakily he climbed to his feet before walking up to his room.
A/n hehehe. Next chapter "the council of Elrond" but I may call it something else. Plz R/R. the thankz to reviewers should be at the bottom of the last chapter. Plz can I have at least another 8 reviewers. Thankz.