"How could you do this to me Legolas?"
The young man in question sat silently before his father, stubbornly refusing to respond.
"Legolas," the older man tried again, "I asked you a question!"
However stern his tone was, it obviously had no effect because Legolas appeared just as unimpressed.
Aragorn sighed and leaned back in his chair. Wearily he ran a hand over his dark hair and undid the hair-tie at the base of his neck to loosen his shoulder-length locks. Sometimes the boy gave him such a headache! He knew he wasn't the best father in the world, but at least he was trying to be more involved in his son's life. And to find his business topsy-turvy right after his honeymoon was really trying his patients!
"Just two weeks," Aragorn said, shaking his head and looking at his son with utter disappointment, "for two little weeks I ask you to take care of things and you almost run me into the ground!"
Legolas shrugged. "You shouldn't have asked me then."
Angrily Aragorn pounded his fist against the rich mahogany desk. "Dammit Legolas! I'm trying to make things better between us and that attitude of yours is not helping one bit!"
"Bite me!" the young man spat out angrily before loudly slamming the door shut on his way out.
Aragorn shook his head in frustration. This was going to be a long day…
Legolas barely watched where he was going. The normally graceful young man didn't care who or what he'd be bumping into at the pace he was blindly stomping off in. Pale blonde hair fluttered uncontrollably against his neck and shoulder blades as his milky-white skin colored crimson with anger. The nerve of his father! How could he??? How could he do this to him & his mother? Did he ever care for anyone other than himself? And to think that he actually expected Legolas to look after his damn company while he screwed that little bitch in the Himalayas for 2 weeks. Well, he could just take the godforsaken company and shove it up his…
"Legolas?"
A timid female voice instantly snapped the young man from his train of thought. Well, well, well…
"Hi," she began hesitantly, "how've you been?"
Legolas ignored the question and silently eyed the young woman with utter disgust. He hated her so much right now.
In addition to the huge diamond nicely set upon her slender finger, there were plenty of other subtle little jewels and gems that adorned her elegant wrists and neck. And though her long raven hair covered her ears, Legolas was certain there would be some sort of precious stones there too. Not that he cared. Of all the people to be sharing an elevator with…
"Haven't seen you in a while," the girl continued meekly, "what've you been up to?"
Again Legolas chose not to answer. How could she be so damn casual with him?
"You know…" the young woman said nervously with her blue eyes firmly fixed upon the elevator floor, "I might be pregnant."
Now that caught his attention. Instantly Legolas's head snapped up and his sapphire eyes grew wide with shock. "What???"
"Yeah," the girl said with a small smile, "I'm not sure yet, but I might be on my way to becoming a mom! Isn't that wonderful?"
Legolas shook his head in disbelief. "You've been married to my father for a fucking fortnight and he already knocks you up…" He let out a sarcastic laugh. "Well done! Congratulations!"
"Hey…" Before his new stepmother could finish her sentence, the elevator thankfully reached Legolas's floor and he gladly stepped out.
"Fucking bitch!" the young man muttered to himself. He really didn't know who hate more at that point. His father, the conceited, selfish, cradle-robbing bastard that he was; or Arwen, his best-friend-turned-stepmother who'd gladly played the part of traitor and home wrecker so she could be the beautiful young trophy-wife of a multi millionaire. Well, they could both got to hell for all he cared.
As much as he hated the situation, Legolas had never been too attached to his family. In truth, he didn't even know why it bothered him as much as it did. He was an only child, and had spent more time growing up around nannies and servants than he had around his own pompous parents. His mother Eowyn was a spoilt upper-class socialite who cared only about showing off her latest designer clothes and accessories, custom-made from dead animals of course, at just about every social event her limousine or private jet would take her to. And his father… well, his father was Aragorn Telcontar – aka God.
So wrapped up in his thoughts he was, that Legolas didn't notice the shadowy figure watching him from across the parking lot…