Fate and Destiny
By Gozilla
Disclaimer: I don't own anything and I don't have anything. So don't sue me!
Please excuse my poor English. -
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Enjoy!!
This is a sequel of my last LOTR fanfic "Sacrifice" and it is a Legolas- centred AU fic (so kindly please bear with me if I got any of the facts / history wrong).
Summary: Legolas Greenleaf, as the second prince of Mirkwood, was destined to be the protector and the assassin of the crown prince and the royal family. His first major task before his elder brother to be crowned as the crown prince was to eliminate any potential enemies to the future crown prince. But what if the "potential enemies" were the House of Elrond?
This is the first time which I have not yet got the draft of the whole story before I post it (I have the draft for about 1/2 of the whole thing). As such, some delays in the update may be expected. Please forgive me for that! -
No slash! Only pure friendship!
Now, let's stop talking and get started!
crap – thoughts
"crap" – conversation
(crap) – author's note
Chapter 1 – The Recovery
Legolas slowly opened his eyes. Weak and disoriented, he found himself lying on a soft bed, covered by a feather-light blanket. He looked around and saw some familiar decoration in the room. He knew he was inside one of the guest rooms of the Rivendell palace which was specially preserved for him.
He tried to sit up but failed as he found no strength in all his limbs. So he gave up and stayed lying on the bed.
He looked out of the window and saw the clear blue sky of the early morning. Suddenly, a small blue bird landed on the windowsill, looking around the room with its curious eyes.
"Hello there." Legolas whispered weakly, a smile on his pale face.
The bird turned to look at the source of the voice. Without any fear, it flew and landed on the bed, beside Legolas' hand.
Gently, Legolas stroke the soft feather of the bird and whispered in elvish to the bird. The bird, on the other hand, closed its eyes as if it was enjoying the smoothing touch of the elf.
A light knock on the door broke the peacefulness, and the scared bird flew away from the window.
The door slowly opened and a person walked into the room quietly.
"Hello there, Estel." Legolas whispered weakly, the smile on his face widened.
Aragorn turned around in surprise, not expecting the elf prince to be awake. A broad smile on his face, "Legolas, you are awake! You have no idea how worried we are." he said as he put down a tray on the table nearby. He sat on the chair beside the bed, "How are you feeling, my friend?"
"I am fine." came the expected answer. Aragorn smiled, as he knew the stubborn prince would never say anything that might upset the others, even if it was an obvious understatement.
"How long have I been sleeping?" Legolas asked, he remembered he was lying beneath the ancient tree of Rivendell, with Aragon knelt beside him, before everything was overwhelmed by blackness.
"A whole week, my friend." Aragorn answered, "For a whole week you did not wake or even move. I feared the worst for you. Ada assured me that your life force is strong and you will recover from the injuries. I am so glad that you are finally awake."
Legolas looked at Aragorn, confused, "A week? I felt like I just closed my eyes for a moment."
Aragorn smiled, "Then you must be the happiest person in the whole Rivendell. Do you know everyone was worried about you for the whole time? They will be very happy to know that you have finally wakened from your beauty sleep."
Aragorn stood and took the tray from the table, "Now, first thing first. I have to check your injuries and re-bandage the wounds." he said as he put the tray with the medical supplies on the bed and helped the elf prince to sit up.
Carefully, Aragorn unwrapped the bandages around the head and the upper torso of the elf prince. The wounds were still grave, but the healing was obvious and healthy.
With one arm supporting the frail body of the elf prince, Aragorn gently cleaned the wounds.
Legolas winced as the wounds screamed with sharp pain from the touch. He bit his lower lip to keep himself from making any sound of pain.
But Aragorn could feel it as the elf's body tensed and shook slightly in pain. Knowing his friend's pride well, Aragorn decided not to say anything about this. Instead, he applied the medicine with great care as quickly as possible. To his relief, he sensed the shaking of the elf gradually ceased and the body relaxed.
After rewrapping the wound, Aragorn gently laid the elf prince to the bed. Only then he found the prince was already asleep, with his eyes half- opened. He smiled to see that, instead of closing his eyes completely, Legolas slept with his eyes open, which was a good sign for an elf.
Quietly, Aragorn gathered the medical supplies and walked towards the door. Before leaving the room, he looked back to his best friend, who slept peacefully, and felt a heavy burden being lifted from his heart. He then left the room and closed the door.
Two days later
It was a bright and clear morning. Inside Legolas' room, Arwen sat on a chair near the prince's bed, reading a book to Legolas. Legolas, on the other hand, was lying on the bed and listening intently.
Arwen knew very well how much the active young prince hates to be bedridden. She also knew that his injuries were preventing Legolas from leaving the room without collapsing.
In order to cheer up the elf prince, Arwen found the book which Legolas had not yet finished reading it the last time he visited Rivendell. For the past two days, she came to the room and read the book to Legolas when he was awake.
Legolas appreciated the company of Arwen. He felt extremely weak from his injuries that he could never imagine moving a limb would be so difficult. He felt safe and peaceful with Arwen, someone as close as a blood-sister to him, when he was in such a vulnerable state.
A light knock on the door drew the attention of the two elves. Aragorn walked into the room with a tray of bandages and medicine in his hand.
"How are you feeling, my friend?" Aragorn asked, putting the tray on a table near the bed.
"I am fine." Legolas answered, smiling, "How many times do I have to tell you this before you stop worrying?"
"A hundred times is still not enough." Aragorn smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed, "Because you never tell us the truth. How do you actually feel? Be honest, my friend."
"Just a bit tired." came the answer.
"Just a bit?" Arwen asked, raising an eyebrow playfully, "Our little Greenleaf has been sleeping most of the day and night. He can barely keep himself awake for over half an hour. Or perhaps it is the book I am reading to be too boring to you."
Legolas smiled sheepishly, knowing that whatever he said would not deceive the eyes of the two persons in front of him.
Trying to change the topic, Legolas turned to Aragorn, "Estel, you have been here for over a week already. How is Gondor? Don't you have to go back and take care of the country?"
Aragorn looked out of the window, avoiding eye contact with his best friend. Hesitantly, he said, "Actually Faramir has been sending messagers to Rivendell urging me to return to Gondor. They want to crown me as king as soon as possible. But how can I leave now when you have just started to recover? After all you have done for me?"
Legolas smiled, "I really appreciate your company, my friend. But you have more important things to attend. Please don't let me be your obstacle. Return to Gondor and fulfil your duties as a king."
Aragorn frowned, "How can I leave you now, when you are vulnerable to any attack?"
"Don't underestimate the forces of Rivendell, Estel." Legolas replied, struggling to stay awake as exhaustion threatened to drag him to another healing sleep, "It is true that most of the elves have departed for the Undying Land. No orc or other foil creature would dare set foot to this land until the last elf leaves."
"But..." Aragorn protested.
"No but." Legolas whispered, his silver-blue eyes becoming unfocused, "Please return to Gondor, Estel. I will be fine..." as he fell into the comforting darkness.
"Legolas?" Aragorn called but received no response. He sighed in defeat over the stubbornness of his best friend.
"Estel, what is your decision?" Arwen asked, putting the book aside.
"I will return to Gondor." Aragorn replied, "After I have re-bandaged this stubborn elf."
End of Chapter 1
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