A/N: Sorry for the delay my beloved reviewers!!! I have had manyyyy computer problems but everything is fine now!! I want to thank you all for the reviews and helpful comments, I love you all and am very VERY appreciative. (I can't name y'all b/c if I forget someone I would feel very sad!)
Many of you are wondering why Thranduil does not stand up for his permiscuous son. Don't fret! Patience had rewarded you! Hopefully this chapter will help develop the reasons why. It's going to be a big theme in this story. Also, keep in mind that nobody in Mirkwood respected Legolas except for Aew, who died. I hope this clears things up.
Also, some of you say that the twins are not older than LEgolas. Well, since I know that Legolas has no birthdate I got creative. So in this story, the twins are about 500 years older than Legolas.
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The songs of the birds instantly woke Legolas. He stretched his arms out and reached to the other side of the bed. A sense of depression washed over him as he realized no one was there. They left in the middle of the night again. As soon as they're finished, they don't even remember I'm a person. He looked around the room and then realized his mistake. He was no longer in Mirkwood, he was in Rivendell. Forgot...
The sound of knocking instantly woke Elladan. The knocking grew louder and more furious the more he ignored it. Only clothed in some old pants he answered the door, recognizing the rhythm.
Elrohir instantly barged in and shut the door behind them, "Why did you lie to me?"
"When?"
"Last night! I could tell you were lying!" Elrohir was acting like they did when they were younger.
"So? I can tell when you're lying, too! What's the big deal?"
"Why were you lying?" Elrohir grinned smugly.
"And that, brother, is something you have never been able to tell," Elladan opened his wardrobe and searched for a light robe.
"Do you fancy Legolas?" Elrohir asked mischeviously.
Elladan was slightly startled but was able to hide the emotion because he was facing the wardrobe, "No, I barely know the elf."
Elrohir playfully jabbed his side, "You must admit, he is attractive. I haven't seen such beauty in these halls for a while."
"The elves of Mirkwood are noted for their beauty. Do you remember the last advisor that came here from Mirkwood?"
"Yes," Elrohir laughed. "He was no prize but his son was gorgeous, even if he was a little permiscuous.
"Well, anyway, no, I do not fancy him as so. But do you?"
"Well-
"Why do I ask?" Elladan mused. "I know you do."
"It's obvious?" Elrohir questioned with small traces of worry.
"You must remember I'm your twin. I know you like I know myself- for the most part," Elladan slipped on a silvery green tunic. "Back to what I was saying: please, do not torment the prince with you advances. I have a feeling that behind that diplomacy there is a great deal of pain."
Elladan was interrupted from an icy stare, "Thank you very much, brother. I do agree that my advances are torment to any living being." His voice was sarcastic.
"Don't be immature..."
Elrohir quit and sat on his brother's bed as he watched him braid his hair. He searched the ground for interest and remained silent.
"What?" His brother asked, slightly annoyed. "How can you think I am immature? We are the same age-
"Maturity does not come with age," Elladan tied off his braid and rose to leave.
"Where are you going?"
"None of your business," Elladan shut the door.
SEQ CHAPTER h r 1 Legolas entered the muddy training grounds and incited a roar of laughter from Haldir's guard. He held his head up high and walked towards Haldir himself. His hair was tightly plaited in warrior braids and on this overcast day, his hair reflected a moonlight grey. His skin was almost white and showed no flaws. However, the prince's attire was probably what had caused the most laughter: his pants were a dazzling white and seemed to hug every curve and nuance of his legs. His tunic was of the same material and was embroidered with silver string. The prince was tall but on the slim side, very unlike the other members of the guard.
The guard wore dirty and muddy clothes that had been ruined by the laborous hours of practice.
As Legolas approached Haldir, the strong guard looked the younger elf up and down and smirked, "I am tempted to dismiss you now, Prince Legolas, as you stand before me in the most unsuitable clothing that has ever been brought into this area."
Legolas smiled, not forgetting his objective, "Has any other warrior ever looked like I have before, Lord Haldir? Acted like I have before towards you?"
Haldir was amused, "Be reminded that your intentions are not forgotten."
Yes! Legolas thought with excitement. I'm finally getting somewhere with this elf.
"Before I take you on as my apprentice, so to speak, I need to make sure you can keep up with the rest of the elves you see here," Haldir beckoned one red haired elf to come forward. "Fliror, you will battle the prince."
Legolas looked the elf over. He was tall, muscular, and wore a mean countenance like all the others. He had no reason now to fright. I am ready to return, I will fight. I will fight for Mirkwood even though I do not lie and wait in her realm for the instant trip to the Halls of Mandos.
The elf charged the prince seemingly unarmed, but suddenly two swords appeared in his hands. Legolas had anticipated this and already had thrown one which managed to knock one of the other's swords flying.
"Now you too are left with one knife, ghost!" Fliror roared with laughter. Legolas did not need to reply as his sword flew back to him like a boomerang and had managed to knock the other sword out of the muscular elf's hand. That knife also flew towards Legolas who grabbed it in his teeth. Fliror was bewildered and stopped in his charge. Sounds of awe and amazement rose from the spectators. The white elf stood perfectly still, his blue eyes piercing the soul of his opponent. With a movement as quick as a great eagle, Legolas managed to send the sword in his mouth flying towards his opponent. The other clumsily ducked it and managed to lose his footing as his entire body was enveloped by the mud. The white prince remained white.
Elladan approached the training area just in time to see the amazing trick. He remained in the distance but close enough to see the prince's gentle features harden.
Haldir only nodded in thought, "Well, you have returned one knife to its sheath, Legolas. But what of the other knife?" His guard began to laugh at their master's snide remark.
"If he can't manage to hold his own with two knifes, why should he have them both back anyway? I only returned that one because I could see that it had an inscription on it written by his father. I thought it held sentimental value," Legolas smiled at Fliror and bowed. "Such a touching relationship between a father and son should not be broken, harmed, or forgotten in anyway."
Haldir and a few other elves nodded in agreement and suddenly Legolas thought back to what had come to past...
He pulled himself through his father's doors. The flesh on his fingers started to tear away peice by piece as he clawed himself towards his father. He was standing by the window, unmoving, unlistening.
Legolas carefully got to his feet but immediatly grabbed for support on a bed post, "Ada."
His father slowly turned around and remained expressionless as he glanced at his broken child, "Where is your guard?"
He felt blood dripping down the side of his head and tried to wipe it away, instead, he easily removed a huge chunk of his own hair and he let it fall to the ground, "Why do you bother asking?"
"What happened to your guard?!" he questioned with anger. "Where have you led them?"
"Ada, please, stop asking questions..." Legolas' speech became slurred, he felt around his mouth with his tongue and then spit out a tooth.
"Where are they, Thranduillion?" he suddenly walked quickly to his son and pushed him back, sending him crashing to the ground.
He writhed in pain and screamed, he couldn't take it anymore, "They're all dead, Ada! They're all dead! Murdered by orcs left and right! They took no prisoners, they merely killed! We were greatly outnumbered! This is no war any more, father, this is mass murder! This is genocide!"
"What kind of a warrior are you, Legolas? What kind of a prince? Or even yet, what kind of an elf?" Thranduil suddenly held no mercy nor love in his words.
"Ada! How could you?"
"Because it's true!" Thranduil kicked him in the ribs.
"That can't be true! Father, why would you lie? I fought them all! I killed them all, they are all gone yet I am the only one that stands!" Legolas could feel more of his hair fall off taking small peices of his skin with it as he writhed on the floor.
"I do not care," Thranduil left the room and locked the door. The king's son remained in the room for 16 days alone without food, drink, or aid.
Haldir jolted Legolas out of his thoughts by placing a hand on his shoulder, "You show some promise. Train with us today and I will tell you if I shall let you come back with us tomorrow."
Legolas bowed cordially, "My country and I thank you, Lord Haldir."
Elladan watched the exchange of words from a distance and had to suppress the urge to outright cheer for the young prince. He only watched for a few hours more as the white figure managed to take down many elves larger than himself without letting a grain of sand stick to his clothing. This elf is unlike any other I have seen…
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