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The Truth in those sad eyes
By Fantasia of the Moon
Chapter I
It was a warm Winter afternoon. Legolas was walking through the corridors of the huge palace of Mirkwood having just returned from patrolling the southern borders of his father's realm. He was tired, for it had been an exhausting week with little rest and much activity.
He had to report to the king, but when he had presented to the throne room he found that his father wasn't there, but with Vinyaron who was on his archery practice. Sighing he had decided to rest in his rooms until his father was able to hear him and so he was heading to his private chambers.
When he reached them he took off his tunic and tossed it aside laying on the huge bed in the center of the spacious room. He grimaced, for the sudden movement had hurt a minor injury on his right arm and although it didn't bother him much it was painful when he put pressure on it or move too fast.
It didn't pass half on hour when a knock on his door took him out of the semiconscious state.
"Enter" He said a bit sleepy
"My Lord" Galion, the manservant, said entering the room and bowing to him "Your father requests your presence"
Legolas stood up and smiled sheepishly at the frown Galion gave him.
"I know, I know. And I will not stay in this cloths" The prince said as he headed to the dresser. Taking out a pair of leggings, a silk shirt and an elegant robe he started to undress himself. Galion, smiling at the incorrigible prince left the room.
Legolas knew Galion had left when he heard the door closing.
"I am sure he thought I had forgotten to change and that I was going to see my father with my patrolling cloths" he chuckled to himself "Witch I will had done if they were not in this state" he looked at his former dressing witch was dusty, muddy and torn and bloody where he received the injury.
Making haste he crossed the corridors and reached the throne room. The guards there bowed and let him pass.
Thranduil sat in his elegant throne listening to one of his counselors. Nodding to acknowledge his son, who bowed and stood in front of him waiting, the King continued to listen to his counselor Blammendel.
Legolas sighed and waited falling in a semi sleep sate again. He didn't know how much time passed when an annoyed voice spoke his name.
"Legolas!"
"Yes?" The prince said startled and bit his lip when he found that it was Thranduil who spoke his name, and he notice that his father was angry. The Elvenking sighed in exasperation and dismissed Blammendel. The counselor left immediately noticing the exhausted look in those lonely blue eyes.
"Legolas" started the king with the same tune of annoyance in his voice "I know that you are tired, but certainly you can stand awake a few more minutes"
"Yes father"
"Report to me then, since you already have me dismissed Blammendel"
"Yes father. The southern borders are more dangerous with each day that passes. Not only orcs, wargs and spiders wander freely and in great number, but other evil creatures although less in number. In the six weeks my patrol was there we did not have rest, for they came without stop, I am afraid the south is no more a place for us, only if the ones to go there are warriors "
"Then Dol Goldur is awakening with its evil, but we are not giving in so easy"
"I agree"
"You can go. Tomorrow we will discuss the course of action to take. We will regain the south of Mirkwood"
Legolas bowed and left.
"So, you did not died" a serious voice made the elder prince turn around. Masking the disappointment in his crystal eyes, for he knew that Vinyaron was being serious, he turned around.
"It is obvious, for believe me, if I was dead I will have better things to do than come to see you"
"A shame" Vinyaron stood in front of him, even if he was younger than Legolas he was as tall as him "Because that means that Father's plan to send you to the southern borders to die failed again. And you well know how angry he gets when something does not go as he wants" the younger prince said cruelly.
Vinyaron well knew that Thranduil's bad mood was due to the letter from Imladris he had received a couple of hours before the patrol of the prince arrived. What was the letter about, the younger prince didn't know, but just by concerning Elrond was enough to know that it will anger the king.
Legolas gasped. His father was angry, but it couldn't be because of his return, could it? Sighing Legolas dismissed the thought, it was not the first time his brother made a comment like that, he knew that Thranduil was disappointed of him, but wanted him dead...
"I did wonderfully today in archery" Vinyaron continued interrupting his thoughts. "Father went to see me"
Legolas passed him and continue walking
"But the stupid master archer said that even I was doing great, one person had done it better at my age and that now said person was the best archer in Mirkwood. Do you know who?" Vinyaron said grabbing Legolas where he was hurt. "You, dear brother" the word dear had much venom in it that Legolas forgot the pain he was feeling with the pressure in his arm.
"You know Vinyaron, by now you must accept that I am better warrior that you will ever be" Legolas said mockingly. He was never short of words; getting himself free he went to his chambers and left a choleric prince behind him.
"You will pay Legolas, you will pay for this insult as you had pay for every other"
Reaching his rooms, Legolas took off his robe and frowned at the red spot on his green silk shirt. How was it that Vinyaron always manage to grab him by his injuries even if he didn't show them? Shuddering he took off his robe and laying on the bed decided to rest until dinner.
Vinyaron entered his father's chambers an hour before dinner. He had been singing and dancing with his friends until he decided that it was time to start his plan. Before entering the large rooms he managed to make a desolated face and even made his eyes watery.
"Father" he said in small voice as he entered without knocking.
"Vinya, what is it?"
"I... do you hate me?"
"Why are you asking this? You know I do not, I can not"
"Did I... did I kill mother?"
"Vinya!" Thranduil said alarmed and hugging his son he started caressing his blond hair.
"Legolas..."
"What? What does Legolas have to do with this?"
"He... he hates me!" and the younger prince started to weep. Cursing Thranduil hugged him tighter
"Calm down Vinya, everything will be fine" the prince just nodded between sobs "Wait here"
and with that the Elvenking stormed out of the room leaving Vinyaron with a malicious smile.
"LEGOLAS!" the shout made the sleeping prince fall from the bed, since he was already in a precarious state at the edge of it. Leaning out of the side of the bed he saw as Thranduil stormed inside the room.
"What is it Fa..." but he never end the sentence for he was hit on his cheek. Looking confused and grabbing the red spot, he looked at his father with hurt eyes. "Father I do not under..."
"Shut up! Do not dare to speak a word" Thranduil said as he left, but before he shut the door behind him, Legolas could herd "What did I did to deserve a son like you"
Closing his eyes, Legolas felt the two lonely tears ran on his cheeks. A drop of cold pain on his burning cheek.
"What I did now?" sighing he went to the bathroom and he press his cheek on a wet towel, hoping that the redness will diminish. "Maybe my patrolling was not worth of a son of him." He started musing "I must put more effort. Or maybe my suggestions were not good enough, but I consider them a good strategy as well as the captains of the guard" coming close to one of the windows he stayed still lost in thoughts until he heard the silver bell announcing the evening meal. Sighing again he massaged his forehead and grabbing his robe once more, he headed to the dinning room.
When he arrived, he found that Vinyaron and Thranduil were already there. Taking his seat at the other side of his father he waited. Vinyaron smiled at him with malice as he noticed the red spot on his brother's fair face and came closer to the king. Thranduil turned to look at him and smiled tenderly and caressed his shoulders. Legolas bit his lip and tried to grab his father's hand that was resting on the table. He knew it was childish, but even then he wanted to feel his father's love too.
When Thranduil felt a cold hand he instantly took away his own. Closing his eyes Legolas bowed his head. Galion and others took notice of this, and the manservant hurried to offer the older prince more honey wine.
Legolas avoided everyone during the dinner and Thranduil sighed. He could saw the deep sadness in his son's eyes, but if he was not strict with him, Legolas will become a spoiled child, since in elven years and even if he was already a warrior, Legolas was still a child. And the king thought that it was logical that his firstborn had some bad feelings for Vinyaron, so he must stopped them before he would do something aggressive and hurt further the younger prince.
When dinner ended Legolas rushed to the outside gardens not being in humor of dancing and singing. Seeking the company of the trees, he climbed an oak and weep in silence. The colds chilly of the night just making him feel more lonely and unwanted.
*****
Early the next morning Galion found a running Legolas on the corridors to his rooms' direction.
"My Lord! Please do not tun on the corridors!"
"I know, Galion, I know, but I am late" Legolas said
"Again my lord?"
"I am not late that frequently" Legolas said pouting returning to stop in front of Galion.
"I did not said frequently"
"But you meant it. I know you did"
"You guessed right my lord I must confess"
"Aha! I knew it" Legolas said triumphal and very contempt with himself
"My lord..."
"Yes Galion?"
"Were you not late"
"Of course! I must be going!" The manservant smiled, Legolas was still a child and a good one at that, on the contrary of his brother. It was a shame that not everyone saw it. Thinking this he noticed that the prince was coming from the gardens direction.
"I really hope that he did not spend the night outside again. When he does it in chilly nights as last night he has a lot of troubles warming up. Even when he run" Galion smiled again.
Legolas, changed in a blue robe, knocked at his father study.
"Come in"
"Father" Legolas said bowing.
"You decide to come. I was beginning to think you would not"
"I am sorry for being late" Legolas apologized. He was acting calmly, for episodes as the one that took place last night were not uncommon and he had decided long years ago not show any hurt for them. He was trembling a little due to cold of the night and the day was not as warm as he would have liked.
"You are trembling, are you too exhausted to be here?"
"No father, I am well"
"Do not tell me you slept outside again" Thranduil asked annoyed. He didn't like when, as a little child, the guards took a trembling and freezing Legolas' to his presence. Even if he didn't show it, he worried for his firstborn.
As Legolas remained in silence the king sighed in exasperation.
"What am I going to do with you? You knew that we were discussing important matters today"
"Even if I am cold I can still work"
"You can and you will. I will not have the kingdom suffer because your selfishness."
"As you say" Legolas said his crystal blue eyes shining with grief.
To be continue...
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