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"12 found dead on Monday, 23 found dead on Tuesday, 8 found dead on Wednesday..." the announcement of the Mirkwood mortician seemed to never end. Prince Legolas sat next to his father and cringed at every new number the elf uttered.
"17 found dead on Thursday, 2 found dead on Friday," Legolas knew the faces of those two elves, he was there. Both two beautiful and amiable elf sisters: they were out with Legolas to discuss plans concerning a new wardrobe for Thranduil for his birthday. They fell into a concealed and incredibly deep hole set by the orcs. The bottom of the hole was scattered with spears that pointed towards the stars. Legolas only survived because he landed on top of the impaled sisters.
"Today is Saturday and we pray that we shall not find any casualties in the forest," with that impossible yet optimistic remark, the mortician sat down while the rest of the members of the council snickered at his hopeful wish.
Thranduil looked sadly at his son and sighed deeply. Legolas was surprised at his father's reaction, usually he was the one admonishing the pessimists for their newly characteristic behavior. Something wasn't right in his eyes.
"Father, the deaths have decreased with almost every progressive day. We have reason for hope!" Legolas encouraged.
"Legolas, this 'trend' is merely coincidence and not very substantial," Thranduil found a resting place for his heavy head in his palm.
"You are foolish and naive, Prince Legolas! How could you maintain hope? The orcs and their tactics become more clever, disastrous, and effective," a seedy advisor offered.
Before retaliating, Legolas looked to his father for support and only found a slow shake of his head in response, "No solutions can be found if no one hopes for one!" His father's support had been absent for some time now.
"Hope?!" another advisor spat. "In the past year, Mirkwood has lost almost half of its population! Our forces are dramatically depleted and our remaining forces aren't trained well and are young. There are mere children fighting out there based on foolish hopes like yours, Legolas!"
The advisor was correct in a way, there were children out there trying to battle the orcs. There was barely anyone left to train the forces and while their forces slowly diminished day by day, the orcs' forces seemed to increase at a more rapid rate.
"If we don't retreat this land, there will be no one to report the statistics of our deaths at these types of meetings, not that it should matter because there would also be none to listen," the advisors became more vicious in their case.
Legolas didn't have anything else to say and no one to support him. He looked to his father again but he never met his gaze. He searched the faces of the various advisors and found no friends there either, even the mortician glared at the young prince.
An idea sprouted to his mind, "What about our alliances? Surely they would help us?"
A clamor of laughter broke out amongst the council, a laugh was even incited by Thranduil as well. With the incredible offense and embarrassment beginning to find its way into Legolas' heart, Thranduil lay a hand on his son suddenly with a thought flaming in his eyes.
"Of course, Legolas, alliances," Thranduil spoke slowly as he began to stroke his son's beautiful and cool hair. "Alliances, my beautiful son."
As a wild look took place in Thranduil's eyes, Legolas shrunk away from his father's touch, "What are you talking about?"
An advisor who had seen Thranduil's gestures silenced his laughter and suddenly looked at Legolas with some kind of emotion resembling hope, "You are right, Thranduil. Your son, though very naive, is very beautiful and skilled. Am I correct, dear prince?"
The chorus of laughter slowly dissipated into similar reactions and realizations. Legolas grew nervous and tried to disappear into his chair. He knew what they were insinuating to, he knew what they wanted him to do... but he didn't want to do it anymore.
"My son, the great beauty must also be the great lover," Thranduil laughed with relief and Legolas shook his hair from his father's touch. "My son, now is your time to show off your knowledge of elven warfare."
"Knowledge of elven warfare?" quaffed the youngest advisor. "I thought you only had knowledge of nocturnal warfare!" The advisors laughed again and Thranduil lowered his head. Legolas tried to lift his head up, I'll never lay with him again... who am I kidding?
"Alright," he reluctantly offered.
"A great elven army belongs to which great city?"
"Rivendell, everyone knows that."
"You must convince Haldir to bring his men to Mirkwood to battle off these orcs."
Legolas hesitated, "But he's of Lothlorien."
"He and his men remain in Rivendell," an advisor offered.
Maybe Legolas wasn't very knowledgeable about such things but he did know one thing: "Why would a great warrior like Haldir want to protect us at no benefit to himself?"
"He wouldn't," a rude advisor chimed in. "But you are the great lover, remember?"
"How would you know?" Legolas got up from his chair angrily and assumed a fighting stance
Thranduil laid a hand on his son's shoulder and guided him back to his seat, "Legolas, I know this might be difficult for you, but Mirkwood is in danger."
He does know this is difficult, Legolas thought with relief, at least someone understood that his entire life wasn't a constant musical-beds. The blond prince tried to relax in the great chair that was supposed to be comfortable but found it impossible. He let out a deep sigh and closed his eyes. He wanted to disappear at that moment. Of course, he loved his land and loved his people, but would it work? Would Haldir love him? Could he love Haldir?
Thranduil nudged his son, "Legolas? Do you agree? Can you do this for Mirkwood?"
Legolas looked at the faces that surrounded him: some friendly, some anxious, all troubled. Everyone at the table had lost at least one friend or relative to the orcs. If he didn't go, they might lose more.
"Do you mind if I took a few hours at least to think about it?" he asked as like a little child and tried his best please-love-me face he had.
"I know it's a great decision, so yes," Thranduil managed to say despite all the whispers that began to swell in the room. Words like "traitor," "spoiled," "love toy," "whore," and other unpleasant names managed to escape the random conversations between the advisors.
Legolas pretended not to hear their accusations.
"Come on, Legolas! We all know about your escapades? What's one more?" one advisor laughed out loud. Thranduil pretended not to hear that remark. He would've admonished the advisor, but Elven code would not allow him to scold another for telling the truth.
Legolas grew impatient. He knew he had been guilty of a wandering heart but the advisors were growing rude.
"You are right. What is one more? Your daughter seems to agree with your philosophy!" Legolas just had to say it.
He had plastered shock all over the advisor's face, "The rumors are right, you whore!"
"Not as big as a whore as your son!" Legolas yelled with indignance and with that he turned and ran out of the room. He could here the loud sighs and apologies of his father and a few words echoed enough to reach his ears: "dirty," "good only for sex," "better in Rivendell than here." He quickened his pace, he didn't wish to hear anymore. The thought that his father was still in there trying to keep the comments about his beloved son out of his heart urged him to run even faster.
"Legolas!" a deep voice called from behind.
He quickly spun around but did not stop walking, "What do you wish?"
The voice belonged to an elf who was a bit younger than him. His robes were rich and thick and his hair was longer and darker than the prince's. His eyes were a golden color and were sleepy at the moment. His features were delicate like Legolas' and he was probably one of the most attractive elves in Mirkwood.
"I wish to know why you are running, melethron."
"Aew, my heart needs to run right now and I must go with it," with that Legolas turned around and began to run at a quicker pace.
"I run with you!" Aew quickly followed, although still slightly disabled by the lingering oppression of sleep. Legolas ran through the vestibule and into the gardens. As he quickly lept over and around the gardens he entered one of the last green parts of Mirkwood.
Aew was beginning to tire from running after his elusive counterpart, "Legolas, daro!"
"No!" Legolas yelled and gritted his teeth, if only he could run faster to make the past disappear. If only I could run faster than myself, if only I could beat myself.
Aew tripped over a root and fell head first into a bush. Legolas immediately heard the crash and turned around to go help him.
As Legolas began to search the large bush for what remained of his counterpart, he thought he heard rustling of leaves under heavy footsteps, orc footsteps, but they were miles away and he paid it no second thought.
Aew finally emerged from the bush and landed on his counterpart knocking them both on the ground. Legolas was startled and Aew's dark hair was in his mouth. But the familiar taste had a soothing effect on the prince and then he realized that he started to become calmer as the small body on top of him gasped to make up for the air lost on the run.
Legolas softly stroked the smaller elf's long hair and placed another arm around his waist, "Aew, don't run after me, you won't catch up."
Aew finally caught his breath and smiled, "If I had a good night's rest..."
The prince laughed, "Since when have we had a good night's rest?"
"You're right, night is the time for enchanting and using, isn't it, Legolas?"
The conversation earlier suddenly flashed back into his mind, "Your father and I got into a scuff earlier."
"He called you a whore again, didn't he?" Aew smirked at the thought.
Usually Legolas would've smirked as well but couldn't find the mind to, "Yeah, he did."
"Don't worry about it. He calls me a whore too," Aew tried to comfort his friend with the negative dialogue but a smile never erupted from the prince's rosy lips.
"I don't want to be a whore anymore," Legolas confessed.
Aew's eyes grew dim, "But why quit? You can have any elf, man, or even dwarf (if you really wanted to) in all of middle earth! No commitment, no worries. And best of all, you can always come back to me." Aew slowly lowered his lips onto the prince's neck and looked for a spot that wasn't already blemished by another's lips.
But this time, it wasn't comfort or excitement that elicited from his body, but rather hopelessness
Aew sensed the apprehension and looked into his counterpart's eyes, "Here you have the second most attractive elf in Mirkwood giving you all that he can and you don't enjoy it?"
Legolas slowly sat up and wiped away a tear, "The advisors, not only your father but all of them, they think of me as merely a playmate. They all think I'm naive and only care for the flesh and not all the beauty that is around us in nature."
"I, too, suffer their remarks but they do not suffer in our beds. Right, Legolas? You've had some of those advisors begging for the very thing they ridicule you for," Aew reached for his hand.
Legolas was silent for a moment but eventually met his friend's eyes, "They want me to leave, Aew. They want me to dedicate myself to Haldir so I can convince him to come to Mirkwood with his army. Then the kingdom will be safe."
Aew increased his grip on his friend's hand, "I cannot go with you, I assume."
The blond shook his head slowly.
"I feel that if I go, they will have to treat me with respect. My father would no longer be embarrassed by me. The other elves will not know me as the royal whore, but rather as the one who brought them safety and solace," Legolas smiled with a little ounce of hope that managed to build inside his soul.
Aew nodded and smiled sadly, "I know that would make you happy, because my melethron, I know you are not and have not been for sometime now. And if it means running away from me, I am fine with that."
"I do not wish to runaway from you, don't be silly," Legolas said with confidence.
"But you are, melethron," Aew slowly stood up. "But you have to."
"I don't know if I can because even if I do go, it may just be the same: I will always be the royal whore of Mirkwood," Legolas moved closer to his friend. "You understand, don't you? Sometimes I wish we never became like this..."
"What do you mean?"
"Do you remember the first time you decided to take a chance with someone just because it felt good?" Legolas asked lightheartedly.
"Yeah, with one of the garden maids. She was so beautiful. I must've dreamed about her since I was only a boy."
"As soon as I realized I was not the average looking elf this all started. I realized how anyone I wanted, I could have in my bed within an hour. Then, eventually, it was with anyone that wanted me..." Legolas rubbed his eyes again. He inhaled deeply and realized his hands still smelled like last night.
"I know what you mean. But, Legolas, do you see how many of the elves envy you? They envy your beauty and charm! If only they all had half of your good looks, Mirkwood would be well-known for its beautiful elves!"
"I know you say that with good intentions, Aew, but I do not feel beautiful waking up with an elf that remains nameless to me. I do not feel beautiful when my father watches me walk into our corridors shirtless because it remains lost in someone else's quarters. I do not feel beautiful when an old elf that I spent the night with calls me a whore," Legolas leaned against a tree and started to stroke his golden hair. "I'm not beautiful."
Aew was silent for a moment until he finally found his argument, "Then why do you go back for more, melethron?"
"Because I'm afraid that's all I'm good for and if I abandon it, where will I be then?! It's not as easy as it sounds!" Legolas grew indignant and suddenly looked at his friend in disgust. "I can't be a whore forever like you!"
Aew's heart skipped a beat and it showed. He quickly stole some air from the world around him and his mouth hung open as if shot by an arrow.
Legolas realized what he had done and felt horrible, "I'm sorry, Aew. I don't mean it."
Aew rose his watery gaze to Legolas', "I always knew I was a...whore, Legolas, and people would often call me one as well. But I never thought that I would hear that from you." Legolas embraced his friend and tried to kiss his cheek but he shrunk away.
He turned his head slowly to confront the blond prince, "You talk as if I wanted to be this. That is not true, Legolas. It's not easy having a father who's the chief advisor to Thranduil. He constantly tears away at me, I was completely empty of love. I tried looking for love in many other beds with many other people, but I have never been filled with love by anyone else but you. When you think the world does not respect you, you should know that I do! Sure, we flirt on occasion, but we are friends. You are my only alliance."
"You are true, my friend," Legolas leaned his head on his shoulder.
"It would be selfish of me to wish you stay, wouldn't it..."
Legolas drew his friend even closer, "I don't know if I leave now."
Aew's body suddenly jerked and a breath was pushed from his lungs. Maybe he is sobbing? Legolas thought. A warm thick liquid began to cover Legolas' hands. He quickly broke the embrace but Aew still leaned on his chest.
"Elves loving elves, how sweet!" a rough voice said in the distance.
The prince rose with fear and gripped his bow and readied an arrow. Aew fell to his feet and blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth. A wave of fear quickly washed itself all over his body as he noticed the primitive and thick arrow sticking out of his friend's back.
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