Just as Arathorn's hand was about to come down upon the elf, a strange
force held his arm back. As he turned around, he found himself looking into
the eyes of his young self. his only son and heir.
"What do you think you are doing, Aragorn?!" yelled the king of Gondor. "Do not tell me you have developed compassion for this elf. I told you, their kind is forbidden in this land."
"I developed no compassion for any creature, my lord, for you have told me many times that it is an emotion of weakness. I merely think that if this is one of the last elves of Middle-earth, then why just kill him? Isn't that a punishment that last for only a second? Don't you want to make it just a little longer?"
Arathorn looked at his son and then smiled in understanding.
"I have raised you well, my son. Now you think like a true king. It brings my mind peace knowing that I shall leave this world with a worthy heir upon my throne." He re-sheathed his sword and looked at the proud elven prince on the ground before him. "Elves do hate to be held in captivity. I agree to your terms, Aragorn. Do with him as you please. I entrust him in your keeping" And with those words, he turned around and left. Aragorn watched his father take leave and turned to Legolas, who angrily glared back.
"So, elf," said the man with a grin upon his face. "Now you belong to me."
"I belong to no one," exclaimed Legolas rising to his feet, "Especially to a man who takes the role of a spoiled prince."
"I could have your tongue cut out for that tone, elf."
"My name is Legolas."
"Then I suggest you forget it. It's not going to do you much here. You forget I saved your life."
Legolas felt anger he's never felt before.
"You did nothing of the sort! All you did was prolong my suffering. I will die anyway, without my freedom. Not that it matters to you. Your father stripped you of all the goodness that your mother tried to keep within you."
Aragorn walked towards Legolas and hit him hard across the face, turning the elf's head away from him. Legolas looked up and smiled, wiping the blood from the corner of his face.
"Did I strike a little too close to home for you, your highness?" he mocked.
"Don't dare talk about my mother. You know nothing of her!"
"I know more than you, that's for certain."
"Enough!" Aragorn would take no more of this. He would make the elf pay. "Take him to the cells," he called to the guards.
Not the best chapter, but it was needed to create the tension between our boys, as well as provide a little foreshadowing background.
"What do you think you are doing, Aragorn?!" yelled the king of Gondor. "Do not tell me you have developed compassion for this elf. I told you, their kind is forbidden in this land."
"I developed no compassion for any creature, my lord, for you have told me many times that it is an emotion of weakness. I merely think that if this is one of the last elves of Middle-earth, then why just kill him? Isn't that a punishment that last for only a second? Don't you want to make it just a little longer?"
Arathorn looked at his son and then smiled in understanding.
"I have raised you well, my son. Now you think like a true king. It brings my mind peace knowing that I shall leave this world with a worthy heir upon my throne." He re-sheathed his sword and looked at the proud elven prince on the ground before him. "Elves do hate to be held in captivity. I agree to your terms, Aragorn. Do with him as you please. I entrust him in your keeping" And with those words, he turned around and left. Aragorn watched his father take leave and turned to Legolas, who angrily glared back.
"So, elf," said the man with a grin upon his face. "Now you belong to me."
"I belong to no one," exclaimed Legolas rising to his feet, "Especially to a man who takes the role of a spoiled prince."
"I could have your tongue cut out for that tone, elf."
"My name is Legolas."
"Then I suggest you forget it. It's not going to do you much here. You forget I saved your life."
Legolas felt anger he's never felt before.
"You did nothing of the sort! All you did was prolong my suffering. I will die anyway, without my freedom. Not that it matters to you. Your father stripped you of all the goodness that your mother tried to keep within you."
Aragorn walked towards Legolas and hit him hard across the face, turning the elf's head away from him. Legolas looked up and smiled, wiping the blood from the corner of his face.
"Did I strike a little too close to home for you, your highness?" he mocked.
"Don't dare talk about my mother. You know nothing of her!"
"I know more than you, that's for certain."
"Enough!" Aragorn would take no more of this. He would make the elf pay. "Take him to the cells," he called to the guards.
Not the best chapter, but it was needed to create the tension between our boys, as well as provide a little foreshadowing background.