Fate and Destiny
By Gozilla
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything and I don't have anything. So don't sue me!
Please excuse my poor English. -
Reviews are most welcomed!!
Enjoy!!
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crap – thoughts
"crap" – conversation
(crap) – author's note
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Chapter 3 – The King's Request
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Mirkwood, five years after the end of the war of the Ring
Celeblas, the first prince of Mirkwood, went in a quick pace across the palace corridor, ignoring the elves' curious gaze threw at him along the way. He knew too well of the possible consequences of making delay on his hot-tempered father's call. He stopped in front of a large oak wood door and straightened his clothes before knocking at the door.
"Enter." came an authoritative deep voice.
Swallowing his nervousness, Celeblas entered the throne room, keeping his head down.
"Took you long enough." King Thranduil sat at the throne, impatience written on his face.
"I am sorry, ada." Celeblas kept his head as low as possible, afraid of further angering his father, "I came as quickly as I could. Please forgive me."
"Forget it." Thranduil said in annoyance, "There is more important thing I need you to know."
Celeblas silently sighed in relief. He knew that he was very lucky, as compared to his younger brother, Legolas. Thranduil would have no hesitation in slapping the young prince in the face if he came a second later than the king expected, regardless of any reason. The thought of his brother pained him, for he had not been able to see Legolas for almost a thousand years.
Celeblas loved Legolas very dearly. But he had not the courage to defend and protect his younger brother from their father, who violently expelled Legolas from Mirkwood on his last visit to the homeland, leaving the young prince injured and alone on the edge of the kingdom. It was when Legolas sent a letter secretly to Celeblas from Rivendell informing his safe arrival to the Last Homely Home that worries stopped eating him from the inside out.
"Celeblas!" came the angry voice of the king. Celeblas almost jumped out of his skin as he realized that he was not paying attention to his father. "Yes, father. I am sorry that I was not listening." Celeblas apologized immediately, "I beg for your forgiveness. What is it you wish me to know?"
"Celeblas, it is very important." Thranduil sighed in annoyance, "You will be turning 4,000 in six months' time. I wish to crown you as the crown prince of Mirkwood on the day."
Celeblas looked up to his father in surprise. He did not expect his father to make such decision. In particular, he knew that his father still grieved for the loss of his wife almost two thousand years ago.
"For this, I want you to arrange with Saelar to locate your brother and deliver this to him." Thranduil stated as he took a small parchment from the table beside him.
"Legolas? Ada, you no longer angry with Legolas?" Celeblas could not suppress a smile, "You would allow him to come back to home, right?"
Celeblas' excitement went cold when he saw the steel-cold eyes of his father. Immediately, he lowered his head, afraid.
"Who said that I have forgiven that spoiled brat?" harsh words came from the king's mouth, "I want him here to fulfill his responsibility as a second prince to the kingdom and the family."
Celeblas went pale as blood drained from his face, "But ada, Legolas is still very young. It is too much for such a young elf to become an assassin..."
"Shut up!" Thranduil shouted angrily, throwing the wine cup at his son, "How dare you challenge your king's decision?! Especially over that worthless brother of yours!!"
The wine cup hit Celeblas at his forehead, a thin line of blood trickled down from the shallow wound caused by the hit. He knelt to the ground, frightened and shaking slightly.
Thranduil threw the parchment to the ground, in front of Celeblas, "Just find him and take him back as quickly as possible! You know how much I hate to wait!" he spat as he stormed out of the room. The guards passing by knelt and bow in fear as the elf king went pass them.
Celeblas watched as his father disappeared in the long, dark corridor, fear filled his eyes. He turned to look at the parchment lying on the ground in front of him. He heart was tore between having to call back his brother to face the cruel fate for being a second prince, and having to disobey his father and face the horrific consequences himself.
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Gondor, two weeks later
"Hey, clumsy human, you are slowing our pace!" Legolas turned and shouted playfully against the wind as he rode on Arod, his favourite horse, across the plain near the White City.
"Yes, Estel, you are getting slow!" Elladan joined the teasing.
"And getting old!" Elrohir laughed as the dark-haired twins rode along with Legolas.
"Shut up! I am not old! And I am not slow!" Aragorn shouted, urging Hasulfel, his faithful brown stallion, to catch up with his best friend and brothers, "It's an unfair match between man and elves!" but there was not a hint of real anger or annoyance in his voice.
Aragorn could not suppress a broad smile on his face. He felt as if he was back to the time when he was in his teens and still living in Rivendell. Horseback riding and racing was one of the favourite games among the elves and the human.
The blonde archer whispered softly in elvish to the horse's ear, urging it to run faster. With the encouragement of its master, Arod sprang forward and ran so fast that its hoofs barely touched the ground.
Legolas felt great as the fresh wind rushed pass him and he let out a wholehearted laugh of relief and happiness.
The elves and the man rode towards the setting sun, shouting and laughing all the way.
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A clearing in the middle of a large forest near Gondor, night time
Legolas, Aragorn, Elladan and Elrohir laid on the grassland, looking at the cloud-less, starry sky above. A small campfire was burning a few feet away from them.
"The ride was fun." Elrohir sighed in satisfaction, "Do you think Arwen and Ada would be mad at us for taking Estel out just like that?"
"We left a note to them." Legolas argued.
"Yes, a note saying, 'We will be back soon.'" Elladan said, "It says nothing basically. I just wanted to write a few more words telling her our planned destination. But you people were just too impatient and dragged me out."
"She will be fine." Aragorn laughed light-heartedly, "By the way, this is not the first time we leave a meaningless note and sneak out. She and Ada are getting used to this. We will be fine as long as we get back in one piece. Faramir will take care of the administration work of the city during my leave."
"When was the last time we have such a ride and camp trip?" Elladan asked.
"Quite a long time ago." Elrohir answered, "Long enough for me to forget exactly when."
"At least eight years ago." Legolas replied, "I remember it was Estel's the last trip to Rivendell before he returned again with the ring-bearer."
"So long?" Aragorn said as he shot up and sat on the ground, surprised. He looked at his companions' ageless faces before turning back to the stars, "Time really flies. It had been five years since the war of the Ring. I was overwhelmed by the task of rebuilding the city and leading the people to recover from the devastating loss in the war. I am so glad that you two and Ada came to visit us. I could barely find time to breathe."
"That's the duty of being a king." Elladan said, a hint of teasing in his voice.
"That's one of the reasons why I did not want to be one." Aragorn sighed in defeat, his shoulders slumped as if he was totally exhausted, "The burden is so great that sometimes I just want to give up and flee. How I miss the care-free days in Rivendell and as a ranger."
"We are sorry that we couldn't be with you in this difficult time." Elladan said.
"Ada needs us to assist in securing our homeland and to protect those who made ways to the grey ships." Elrohir said, "The dark creatures scattered from Mordor assaulted our homeland frequently, especially the orcs. I guess their hatred towards elves will never extinguish even as their master has fallen."
"Thank you, Legolas." Aragorn turned to look at his best friend, who was lying on the ground beside him.
Legolas looked at the king of men, his crystal blue eyes showed a bit of surprised and confusion, "For what?"
Aragorn almost laughed at the sight of how much this almost 3,000 years old elf looked like an innocent elfling. He knew Legolas would only let down his mask and show his true young and innocent self in front of him and the twins.
"I am so glad that you are by my side the whole time since the war." Aragorn smiled, "You can never imagine how much you have supported me through your presence here.
Legolas smiled, "You know I will always stand by you whenever you need me."
"I know." Aragorn said quietly as he lied down beside his best friend and his brothers. Feeling more secured than any protection stonewalls or iron doors could provide, his eyes slowly closed and drifted into peaceful sleep.
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-Around mid-night, in the clearing-
"Estel, Estel, wake up." Legolas whispered, gently shaking the shoulder of the sleeping human. His keen eyes scanned the surroundings cautiously.
"Go away, Legolas." Aragorn murmured sleepily, pushing away Legolas' hand on his shoulder, "It's not even dawn yet. Leave me alone and let me sleep."
"Wake up, Estel." Legolas whispered, urgency lingered his voice, "There are orcs approaching."
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End of chapter 3
Please feel free to review!
Thanks!
By Gozilla
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything and I don't have anything. So don't sue me!
Please excuse my poor English. -
Reviews are most welcomed!!
Enjoy!!
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crap – thoughts
"crap" – conversation
(crap) – author's note
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Chapter 3 – The King's Request
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Mirkwood, five years after the end of the war of the Ring
Celeblas, the first prince of Mirkwood, went in a quick pace across the palace corridor, ignoring the elves' curious gaze threw at him along the way. He knew too well of the possible consequences of making delay on his hot-tempered father's call. He stopped in front of a large oak wood door and straightened his clothes before knocking at the door.
"Enter." came an authoritative deep voice.
Swallowing his nervousness, Celeblas entered the throne room, keeping his head down.
"Took you long enough." King Thranduil sat at the throne, impatience written on his face.
"I am sorry, ada." Celeblas kept his head as low as possible, afraid of further angering his father, "I came as quickly as I could. Please forgive me."
"Forget it." Thranduil said in annoyance, "There is more important thing I need you to know."
Celeblas silently sighed in relief. He knew that he was very lucky, as compared to his younger brother, Legolas. Thranduil would have no hesitation in slapping the young prince in the face if he came a second later than the king expected, regardless of any reason. The thought of his brother pained him, for he had not been able to see Legolas for almost a thousand years.
Celeblas loved Legolas very dearly. But he had not the courage to defend and protect his younger brother from their father, who violently expelled Legolas from Mirkwood on his last visit to the homeland, leaving the young prince injured and alone on the edge of the kingdom. It was when Legolas sent a letter secretly to Celeblas from Rivendell informing his safe arrival to the Last Homely Home that worries stopped eating him from the inside out.
"Celeblas!" came the angry voice of the king. Celeblas almost jumped out of his skin as he realized that he was not paying attention to his father. "Yes, father. I am sorry that I was not listening." Celeblas apologized immediately, "I beg for your forgiveness. What is it you wish me to know?"
"Celeblas, it is very important." Thranduil sighed in annoyance, "You will be turning 4,000 in six months' time. I wish to crown you as the crown prince of Mirkwood on the day."
Celeblas looked up to his father in surprise. He did not expect his father to make such decision. In particular, he knew that his father still grieved for the loss of his wife almost two thousand years ago.
"For this, I want you to arrange with Saelar to locate your brother and deliver this to him." Thranduil stated as he took a small parchment from the table beside him.
"Legolas? Ada, you no longer angry with Legolas?" Celeblas could not suppress a smile, "You would allow him to come back to home, right?"
Celeblas' excitement went cold when he saw the steel-cold eyes of his father. Immediately, he lowered his head, afraid.
"Who said that I have forgiven that spoiled brat?" harsh words came from the king's mouth, "I want him here to fulfill his responsibility as a second prince to the kingdom and the family."
Celeblas went pale as blood drained from his face, "But ada, Legolas is still very young. It is too much for such a young elf to become an assassin..."
"Shut up!" Thranduil shouted angrily, throwing the wine cup at his son, "How dare you challenge your king's decision?! Especially over that worthless brother of yours!!"
The wine cup hit Celeblas at his forehead, a thin line of blood trickled down from the shallow wound caused by the hit. He knelt to the ground, frightened and shaking slightly.
Thranduil threw the parchment to the ground, in front of Celeblas, "Just find him and take him back as quickly as possible! You know how much I hate to wait!" he spat as he stormed out of the room. The guards passing by knelt and bow in fear as the elf king went pass them.
Celeblas watched as his father disappeared in the long, dark corridor, fear filled his eyes. He turned to look at the parchment lying on the ground in front of him. He heart was tore between having to call back his brother to face the cruel fate for being a second prince, and having to disobey his father and face the horrific consequences himself.
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Gondor, two weeks later
"Hey, clumsy human, you are slowing our pace!" Legolas turned and shouted playfully against the wind as he rode on Arod, his favourite horse, across the plain near the White City.
"Yes, Estel, you are getting slow!" Elladan joined the teasing.
"And getting old!" Elrohir laughed as the dark-haired twins rode along with Legolas.
"Shut up! I am not old! And I am not slow!" Aragorn shouted, urging Hasulfel, his faithful brown stallion, to catch up with his best friend and brothers, "It's an unfair match between man and elves!" but there was not a hint of real anger or annoyance in his voice.
Aragorn could not suppress a broad smile on his face. He felt as if he was back to the time when he was in his teens and still living in Rivendell. Horseback riding and racing was one of the favourite games among the elves and the human.
The blonde archer whispered softly in elvish to the horse's ear, urging it to run faster. With the encouragement of its master, Arod sprang forward and ran so fast that its hoofs barely touched the ground.
Legolas felt great as the fresh wind rushed pass him and he let out a wholehearted laugh of relief and happiness.
The elves and the man rode towards the setting sun, shouting and laughing all the way.
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A clearing in the middle of a large forest near Gondor, night time
Legolas, Aragorn, Elladan and Elrohir laid on the grassland, looking at the cloud-less, starry sky above. A small campfire was burning a few feet away from them.
"The ride was fun." Elrohir sighed in satisfaction, "Do you think Arwen and Ada would be mad at us for taking Estel out just like that?"
"We left a note to them." Legolas argued.
"Yes, a note saying, 'We will be back soon.'" Elladan said, "It says nothing basically. I just wanted to write a few more words telling her our planned destination. But you people were just too impatient and dragged me out."
"She will be fine." Aragorn laughed light-heartedly, "By the way, this is not the first time we leave a meaningless note and sneak out. She and Ada are getting used to this. We will be fine as long as we get back in one piece. Faramir will take care of the administration work of the city during my leave."
"When was the last time we have such a ride and camp trip?" Elladan asked.
"Quite a long time ago." Elrohir answered, "Long enough for me to forget exactly when."
"At least eight years ago." Legolas replied, "I remember it was Estel's the last trip to Rivendell before he returned again with the ring-bearer."
"So long?" Aragorn said as he shot up and sat on the ground, surprised. He looked at his companions' ageless faces before turning back to the stars, "Time really flies. It had been five years since the war of the Ring. I was overwhelmed by the task of rebuilding the city and leading the people to recover from the devastating loss in the war. I am so glad that you two and Ada came to visit us. I could barely find time to breathe."
"That's the duty of being a king." Elladan said, a hint of teasing in his voice.
"That's one of the reasons why I did not want to be one." Aragorn sighed in defeat, his shoulders slumped as if he was totally exhausted, "The burden is so great that sometimes I just want to give up and flee. How I miss the care-free days in Rivendell and as a ranger."
"We are sorry that we couldn't be with you in this difficult time." Elladan said.
"Ada needs us to assist in securing our homeland and to protect those who made ways to the grey ships." Elrohir said, "The dark creatures scattered from Mordor assaulted our homeland frequently, especially the orcs. I guess their hatred towards elves will never extinguish even as their master has fallen."
"Thank you, Legolas." Aragorn turned to look at his best friend, who was lying on the ground beside him.
Legolas looked at the king of men, his crystal blue eyes showed a bit of surprised and confusion, "For what?"
Aragorn almost laughed at the sight of how much this almost 3,000 years old elf looked like an innocent elfling. He knew Legolas would only let down his mask and show his true young and innocent self in front of him and the twins.
"I am so glad that you are by my side the whole time since the war." Aragorn smiled, "You can never imagine how much you have supported me through your presence here.
Legolas smiled, "You know I will always stand by you whenever you need me."
"I know." Aragorn said quietly as he lied down beside his best friend and his brothers. Feeling more secured than any protection stonewalls or iron doors could provide, his eyes slowly closed and drifted into peaceful sleep.
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-Around mid-night, in the clearing-
"Estel, Estel, wake up." Legolas whispered, gently shaking the shoulder of the sleeping human. His keen eyes scanned the surroundings cautiously.
"Go away, Legolas." Aragorn murmured sleepily, pushing away Legolas' hand on his shoulder, "It's not even dawn yet. Leave me alone and let me sleep."
"Wake up, Estel." Legolas whispered, urgency lingered his voice, "There are orcs approaching."
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End of chapter 3
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Thanks!