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Chapter Seven
"Anything new, Legolas?" Haldir asked one night.
Haldir had insisted that the two of them spend the day together. Legolas didn't mind because it was good to be among the Elves again, to talk intelligently and not worry about whether they might get killed or the Ring retaken by Sauron.
"Anything new you heard when we were with Galadriel, Haldir," Legolas said.
Haldir sighed. "I know, it just seems a bit odd that Mirthrandir had fallen into Shadow when it was clear that he had some purpose not accomplished yet."
"I can't help that any more than you can," Legolas said.
"But then again, you were always like that, mellon."
Legolas turned to face Haldir. "What do you mean? I'm afraid I don't understand."
"Of course you don't understand. You're young and stupid. And I think that's a permanent trait," Haldir said scornfully.
"Look, I don't understand why you're being so evil tonight, but I think—" Legolas began.
"You're thoughts mean nothing, Legolas," Haldir said. "You let Arwen slip between your fingers and the honor and pride that your father had in you."
"My father's pride and honor doesn't mean anything to me, Haldir. He beats me and forces me to do things that he's supposed to do and then he gets all the credit that I worked hard for. And about Arwen—I can't help it that she doesn't love me anymore. Not in the way that she used to. Why is that such a problem to you, Haldir?" Legolas asked.
"Because I care what happens to you as much as your father does," Haldir retorted.
Legolas laughed mirthlessly. "Well, then, that must not be much because all my father cares about is keeping me alive long enough to become the King of Mirkwood and that I'm not going to be because my father's going to live forever. He's never going to die of grief or in war—he's too scared to come out of the palace long enough to do anything. He values his life and position too much to risk being killed."
"But the least you can do is please your father, Legolas," Haldir said.
"Right. I've been pleasing him all my life," Legolas said.
"Well, keep on pleasing him because he's not too happy with you at the moment," Haldir said.
"Aha! So there IS something behind the lecture," Legolas said. "Go on, cough it up."
Haldir looked down his nose at Legolas' use of words. Legolas just figured he'd have to get used to it, after all, he could use whatever language he wanted now that he was an adult. He'd been an adult since he turned 100. Well, that was the standard coming-of-age type of thing, but Legolas believe he'd matured before then.
"Well, your father got your letter that you sent him from back in Rivendell and then he came around here, rampaging about how his son had upped and left Mirkwood when the place needed him most," Haldir said.
"Well, then, why doesn't he just get up off his fat ass and take care of Mirkwood himself?" Legolas said.
"Well, like you said, that's your father for you," Haldir said.
Legolas growled and kicked the nearest rock as hard as he could. He hated his father more than ever now. All Thranduil did was control his son and make him do whatever he wanted to do and then take the credit. Legolas was sick and tired of it all. Why can't his father just leave him alone?
"Um, Legolas, are you planning on marrying somebody else any time soon?" Haldir asked.
Legolas turned around. "No, I'm not. Why do you ask?"
Haldir shrugged. "I don't know. I just think you'd be happier with somebody to take care of you."
"Oh, right, a wife to take care of me. I know how to take care of myself, thank you very much," Legolas said.
"Does that mean you're gay?" Haldir asked.
"No, it doesn't mean that. How absurd to think that somebody even SUGGEST something like that," Legolas growled.
"I'm not meaning to make you mad or anything, mate, you're seemingly more lonely than ever, since the day Arwen left you," Haldir said.
"ARRGH!" Legolas yelled. "Everything always goes back to Arwen and how she'd left me! Why does every conversation end up like that?"
"Because it's still a fresh subject, Legolas," Haldir said quietly.
"Well, do you know what, I'm trying to put it in the past, but whenever I do, someone has to dig it up again. And do you know what? I'm sick of it all. I'm going for a walk. Alone," Legolas said angrily.
With that, Legolas turned and walked away from Haldir. He had enough of everybody bringing up his and Arwen's long dead relationship. And Legolas wished everybody would just leave the relationship like that. Dead. Nothing more.
As Legolas walked, he suddenly ran into somebody. He backed away and started apologizing. Legolas quickly realized who it was.
"I would suggest that you watch where you're going, master Elf," Merian said, smiling.
"I said I was sorry, Merian," Legolas snapped. "Isn't that enough?"
Merian quickly sobered up. "I overheard the conversation you had between Haldir and yourself."
"Eavesdropping are you? It seems everybody's getting a habit of eavesdropping lately," Legolas growled.
"Now don't be speaking like that, Legolas. You were quite happy last night," Merian said.
"Because I was able to forget my troubles for a while, that's all," Legolas commented.
"As I was saying," Merian continued, "I'm planning on going with you with your Fellowship when they continue on again."
Legolas sputtered. "What? You can't. I mean; you're a woman!"
"I am going," Merian said firmly. "I talked it over with the Lady Galadriel and she seems to think that it's a good idea, too. She thinks that I have some part to play yet in this war."
Legolas huffed. "Well, I'm just going to talk about it with everybody in the Fellowship. I don't think they'd really appreciate it if a she Elf's coming along for the ride."
"Oh, I already talked to them," Merian said, smiling. "They think it's a wonderful idea. I told them that I knew you and they jumped on it right away."
"Well. Well, that about does it, I think. Good night to you, Merian. I have other things to tend to at the moment. So if you'll excuse me," Legolas said, placing a hand on her as he walked passed her and disappeared into the trees.
A woman in the Fellowship! That was something else. Legolas was sure it wasn't proper for a woman like her to be in the Fellowship. Women should stay home and protect the home front, not be out fighting battles. What was going on in this world nowadays?
"Aragorn!" Legolas called out as he approached the camp.
Everybody's head turned toward him as he stormed in. Legolas noticed out of the corner of his eye Gimli was muttering something under his breath. Something about him, no doubt, considering he hated Elves with a passion.
Aragorn stood up as Legolas approached. He seemed to have a questioning look about him, but Legolas didn't care. He wanted an explanation from the man.
"Mankoi lle uma tanya?" Legolas asked when he finally approached Aragorn. (Why did you do that?)
"Do what?" Aragorn asked innocently.
"Let that Merian join the Fellowship, for Eru's sake!" Legolas cried out. "She's a woman, she can't come with us. Her place is here, in Lothlorien, not with us!"
"Because she has a purpose in this Fellowship," Aragorn said patiently. "And Galadriel sees her fit to come with us. It might do you some good, Legolas, if a woman of your own kind were around."
"What, so I can get all mushy? You know how I always tend to be more protective with women around," Legolas exclaimed.
"Well, you're just going to have to get used to it, Legolas," Aragorn said, his own temper rising. "If you're so against it, you can just stop here. You know what Elrond said. No oath nor bond makes you go further than you will."
"I cannot do that. I made a personal oath and I would dishonor myself if I leave now," Legolas said.
"Well, then stop complaining about it," Aragorn said. "None of us are wanting to hear your rantings, Elf."
"And I don't want them to hear them, human. I'm going to go out now. Just send a messenger along when you leave and I'll come. But don't expect to see me before then," Legolas said coldly and once again he turned and left.
Legolas walked silently through the trees, his mind going a mile a minute. Everything seemed to have gone from bad to worse ever since he came to the Council of Elrond. If his father had never made him come...
Legolas shook his head. Why was he acting like this? Surely it wasn't his fault. He was the one who suffered the injustice of everybody else because everybody else was being awkward. It wasn't his fault that everything seemed to happen to him, and all the bad stuff at that.
The rest of the night, Legolas wandered Lothlorien. It was his only solace for the things that have happened.
Author's Note: Here's chapter seven for everybody. I hope you all like the story so far. I hope everybody keeps reviewing; it keeps me happy, because I know you all love reviewing. I'll keep writing and you people keep reading and reviewing.
Chapter Seven
"Anything new, Legolas?" Haldir asked one night.
Haldir had insisted that the two of them spend the day together. Legolas didn't mind because it was good to be among the Elves again, to talk intelligently and not worry about whether they might get killed or the Ring retaken by Sauron.
"Anything new you heard when we were with Galadriel, Haldir," Legolas said.
Haldir sighed. "I know, it just seems a bit odd that Mirthrandir had fallen into Shadow when it was clear that he had some purpose not accomplished yet."
"I can't help that any more than you can," Legolas said.
"But then again, you were always like that, mellon."
Legolas turned to face Haldir. "What do you mean? I'm afraid I don't understand."
"Of course you don't understand. You're young and stupid. And I think that's a permanent trait," Haldir said scornfully.
"Look, I don't understand why you're being so evil tonight, but I think—" Legolas began.
"You're thoughts mean nothing, Legolas," Haldir said. "You let Arwen slip between your fingers and the honor and pride that your father had in you."
"My father's pride and honor doesn't mean anything to me, Haldir. He beats me and forces me to do things that he's supposed to do and then he gets all the credit that I worked hard for. And about Arwen—I can't help it that she doesn't love me anymore. Not in the way that she used to. Why is that such a problem to you, Haldir?" Legolas asked.
"Because I care what happens to you as much as your father does," Haldir retorted.
Legolas laughed mirthlessly. "Well, then, that must not be much because all my father cares about is keeping me alive long enough to become the King of Mirkwood and that I'm not going to be because my father's going to live forever. He's never going to die of grief or in war—he's too scared to come out of the palace long enough to do anything. He values his life and position too much to risk being killed."
"But the least you can do is please your father, Legolas," Haldir said.
"Right. I've been pleasing him all my life," Legolas said.
"Well, keep on pleasing him because he's not too happy with you at the moment," Haldir said.
"Aha! So there IS something behind the lecture," Legolas said. "Go on, cough it up."
Haldir looked down his nose at Legolas' use of words. Legolas just figured he'd have to get used to it, after all, he could use whatever language he wanted now that he was an adult. He'd been an adult since he turned 100. Well, that was the standard coming-of-age type of thing, but Legolas believe he'd matured before then.
"Well, your father got your letter that you sent him from back in Rivendell and then he came around here, rampaging about how his son had upped and left Mirkwood when the place needed him most," Haldir said.
"Well, then, why doesn't he just get up off his fat ass and take care of Mirkwood himself?" Legolas said.
"Well, like you said, that's your father for you," Haldir said.
Legolas growled and kicked the nearest rock as hard as he could. He hated his father more than ever now. All Thranduil did was control his son and make him do whatever he wanted to do and then take the credit. Legolas was sick and tired of it all. Why can't his father just leave him alone?
"Um, Legolas, are you planning on marrying somebody else any time soon?" Haldir asked.
Legolas turned around. "No, I'm not. Why do you ask?"
Haldir shrugged. "I don't know. I just think you'd be happier with somebody to take care of you."
"Oh, right, a wife to take care of me. I know how to take care of myself, thank you very much," Legolas said.
"Does that mean you're gay?" Haldir asked.
"No, it doesn't mean that. How absurd to think that somebody even SUGGEST something like that," Legolas growled.
"I'm not meaning to make you mad or anything, mate, you're seemingly more lonely than ever, since the day Arwen left you," Haldir said.
"ARRGH!" Legolas yelled. "Everything always goes back to Arwen and how she'd left me! Why does every conversation end up like that?"
"Because it's still a fresh subject, Legolas," Haldir said quietly.
"Well, do you know what, I'm trying to put it in the past, but whenever I do, someone has to dig it up again. And do you know what? I'm sick of it all. I'm going for a walk. Alone," Legolas said angrily.
With that, Legolas turned and walked away from Haldir. He had enough of everybody bringing up his and Arwen's long dead relationship. And Legolas wished everybody would just leave the relationship like that. Dead. Nothing more.
As Legolas walked, he suddenly ran into somebody. He backed away and started apologizing. Legolas quickly realized who it was.
"I would suggest that you watch where you're going, master Elf," Merian said, smiling.
"I said I was sorry, Merian," Legolas snapped. "Isn't that enough?"
Merian quickly sobered up. "I overheard the conversation you had between Haldir and yourself."
"Eavesdropping are you? It seems everybody's getting a habit of eavesdropping lately," Legolas growled.
"Now don't be speaking like that, Legolas. You were quite happy last night," Merian said.
"Because I was able to forget my troubles for a while, that's all," Legolas commented.
"As I was saying," Merian continued, "I'm planning on going with you with your Fellowship when they continue on again."
Legolas sputtered. "What? You can't. I mean; you're a woman!"
"I am going," Merian said firmly. "I talked it over with the Lady Galadriel and she seems to think that it's a good idea, too. She thinks that I have some part to play yet in this war."
Legolas huffed. "Well, I'm just going to talk about it with everybody in the Fellowship. I don't think they'd really appreciate it if a she Elf's coming along for the ride."
"Oh, I already talked to them," Merian said, smiling. "They think it's a wonderful idea. I told them that I knew you and they jumped on it right away."
"Well. Well, that about does it, I think. Good night to you, Merian. I have other things to tend to at the moment. So if you'll excuse me," Legolas said, placing a hand on her as he walked passed her and disappeared into the trees.
A woman in the Fellowship! That was something else. Legolas was sure it wasn't proper for a woman like her to be in the Fellowship. Women should stay home and protect the home front, not be out fighting battles. What was going on in this world nowadays?
"Aragorn!" Legolas called out as he approached the camp.
Everybody's head turned toward him as he stormed in. Legolas noticed out of the corner of his eye Gimli was muttering something under his breath. Something about him, no doubt, considering he hated Elves with a passion.
Aragorn stood up as Legolas approached. He seemed to have a questioning look about him, but Legolas didn't care. He wanted an explanation from the man.
"Mankoi lle uma tanya?" Legolas asked when he finally approached Aragorn. (Why did you do that?)
"Do what?" Aragorn asked innocently.
"Let that Merian join the Fellowship, for Eru's sake!" Legolas cried out. "She's a woman, she can't come with us. Her place is here, in Lothlorien, not with us!"
"Because she has a purpose in this Fellowship," Aragorn said patiently. "And Galadriel sees her fit to come with us. It might do you some good, Legolas, if a woman of your own kind were around."
"What, so I can get all mushy? You know how I always tend to be more protective with women around," Legolas exclaimed.
"Well, you're just going to have to get used to it, Legolas," Aragorn said, his own temper rising. "If you're so against it, you can just stop here. You know what Elrond said. No oath nor bond makes you go further than you will."
"I cannot do that. I made a personal oath and I would dishonor myself if I leave now," Legolas said.
"Well, then stop complaining about it," Aragorn said. "None of us are wanting to hear your rantings, Elf."
"And I don't want them to hear them, human. I'm going to go out now. Just send a messenger along when you leave and I'll come. But don't expect to see me before then," Legolas said coldly and once again he turned and left.
Legolas walked silently through the trees, his mind going a mile a minute. Everything seemed to have gone from bad to worse ever since he came to the Council of Elrond. If his father had never made him come...
Legolas shook his head. Why was he acting like this? Surely it wasn't his fault. He was the one who suffered the injustice of everybody else because everybody else was being awkward. It wasn't his fault that everything seemed to happen to him, and all the bad stuff at that.
The rest of the night, Legolas wandered Lothlorien. It was his only solace for the things that have happened.
Author's Note: Here's chapter seven for everybody. I hope you all like the story so far. I hope everybody keeps reviewing; it keeps me happy, because I know you all love reviewing. I'll keep writing and you people keep reading and reviewing.