Legolas ran full speed towards his room, barely able to contain himself. Elrohir, that dirty bastard! Now I've made him jealous. Great, just grand, now it will be even harder to complete my mission. He finally reached the threshold and after slamming the door shut he screamed thousands of unintelligible curses. He yanked his white pants off and threw them on the bed. Then he clawed at the ribbons on his shirt, struggling to get them lose. When he finally was free of the pure apparel he let it fall to the floor and became still.
A deep breath in, a shallow and shaking one out: he collapsed to the floor. His fingers fell on to the white garment. Beginning to take interest in it, he turned the cloth over and over in his hands, inspecting every single clasp and thread.
White, so beautiful and pure. Just like those white shores of the west that will beckon to me one of these trouble-filled days. I will build a brand new ship fit only for one because there is no other in this world with whom I would wish to share the ride. I will arrive on those white shores and they will all be waiting for me. I will finally be able to speak again with my mother and tell her of all the injustices her husband has provided for me. I will speak to all those who have fallen before and for my feet. The members of my guard… I will apologize.
The soft white cloth was smooth against his skin and he stared at it with a longing in his eyes. He inhaled softly and what had angered him before had subsided into the back of his mind for a later time.
After several quiet moments, a soft knock came to the door.
Legolas sighed, "Who is it?"
"Elladan."
"Alright, please, come in."
The door opened easily and upon seeing the prince lying half-naked on the floor; needless to say he was a little surprised, "Are you alright?"
Legolas nodded and suddenly took the offensive, "Please, Elladan, tell me about your brother."
Elrohir's warnings became present in his mind, "What do you mean?"
"Anything," the prince's face remained stolid.
Elladan took a seat by the fire but continued to study the blonde's features, "He is a few minutes younger than I. He's always been a determined, ambitious spirit with many plans, many plots, and many goals. My brother is also an extremely accomplished diplomat and a scholar. Elrohir almost always gets what he wants."
"How similar are you in regards of character?"
Elladan smiled strangely and walked towards the prince. He took the white cloth that was tangled in his hands and threw it to the other side of the room with great strength; it made a loud thud on the wall. The blond locked gaze with the dark elf and narrowed his eyes in suspicion.
"The difference between Elrohir and I is that Elrohir almost always gets what he wants." Legolas stared back with question in his mind.
"I always have what I want," Elladan lowered himself to lie beside the prince and stared into his blue eyes, still smirking. "And what of you, Legolas? What are you all about?"
"I don't want to remember," Legolas lifted himself from the floor and stumbled from a slight wave of dizziness as he had been on the floor for some time.
Elladan reached quickly to grab his ankle and forced him to look down at him, "So many mysteries."
The blond felt like he couldn't move as he held the intense gaze, "That's right."
"What ails you? Even through these thick walls I could hear your screams, you are not only troubled with Mirkwood's well-being, which is a heavy burden on any prince's shoulders, but there is something else. There is something that runs much deeper through your heart and it shows."
Legolas yanked his ankle free from he elf's grasp, a look of disgust began to appear on his face, "Please, Elladan, do not make my personal concerns your personal concerns." Legolas loudly sighed and began to absent-mindedly change his clothes in front of his visitor. Elladan tried to remain polite and went to stand next to the prince as he searched his wardrobe. Meanwhile, Elladan searched his eyes: they were annoyed, sad, and defeated all at once.
He moved the blonde's hands away as he began to search through the wardrobe and he began to look himself, "Perhaps I am being nosy." Legolas didn't want to verbally agree and remained still as he blankly stared at the clothes in front of him.
"Listen to your own words, Elladan: you always have what you want. So why do you ask for information you must already have?" Legolas spoke without emotion and turned to sit on the bed. Elladan ignored the comment and set about picking a fine garment. A deep purple robe with gold lining found his appeal and he walked easily to the pouting prince.
"Wear this," Elladan held out the garment but the elf simply sat on the bed, eyes unfocused as the eyes in his mind focused on a million memories… What am I all about? He asks.
"Come on, Legolas! We all know about your escapades? What's one more?" one advisor laughed out loud.
"Night is the time for enchanting and using, isn't it, Legolas?"
"I don't want to be a whore anymore."
"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."
"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."
"I know that would make you happy, because my melethron, I know you are not and have not been for sometime now."
"I'm not beautiful."
"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!"
"I'm not beautiful," Legolas buried his head in his hands and tried to push back the tears that threatened to spill. Elladan wrapped the robe around his bare body, and kneeled in front of him, waiting for him to reveal his face again. The blonde felt Elladan's arms slowly embrace his shaking figure. He choked on a sob and roughly pushed the dark elf away from him, "How could you even touch me! I am disgusting. I am dirty. I've been tucked in more beds than a sheet! It's all I'm good for! I'm trying so hard, but it's not as easy as it sounds!" All the information suddenly came into place, the various marks on the neck, the experienced yet out of shape body, the nervousness around Elrohir. "There you are, Elladan. Now you have all that you want just like you said. Now you know what I am all about. Don't ask about my past…"
"Why are you here in Imaldris?" was his only reply.
His face suddenly grew stronger, "To change."
A/N: I hope you all are still enjoying! But I am having some writer's block… if anybody wants to suggest anything, pleaseeeee do! Review, please?