Hey, me again. So, now things start to get better. But not in a happy way, I must warn you, peoples…… It is an angst story!!! But, I do promise there will be a happy ending. J
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Estel's Point of View.
After he had made sure his horse had been well-looked after, Estel went in search of his room. He soon got lost inside the huge corridors, and had had to ask a passing elf to guide him to his chamber. Embarrassing probably, on a normal day -the future King of Gondor asking for directions, what would people say? - but he was not in any kind of mood for anything like that, so his pride had had to go straight out of the window. After about 10 minutes he was standing outside his door. He hadn't taken any notice to how they had got there, so he'd probably get lost again later anyway. He thanked the elf and wearily pushed open the huge heavy door, dumping his bags on the floor just inside, and pushing the door shut again, before locking it and leaning against it heavily. He looked around his new room.
It had huge windows facing the forest, and letting the sun shine in, lighting up the whole room. It was very big, with an en-suite bathroom. Thank the Valar for that, Estel thought to himself. At least there wouldn't be anymore elves 'accidentally' walking in on him. A huge four-poster bed hung with red and gold stood elegantly next to a small table which had a bottle of wine and a crystal glass on it. He crossed over to it and took a deep mouthful of it straight out of the bottle before starting to unpack his belongings into the huge oak wardrobe which stood opposite the bed.
He had barely finished when two heavy things hurled themselves at the door trying unsuccessfully to get in.
'Estel! Let us in1 Let us in!' It was Elladan and Elrohor. Estel smiled in spite of himself and went to unlock the door, so that the twins could charge in and throw themselves on his bed.
'So, what do you two want?' he asked them while he closed the door again.
'We just wanted to know how you are, that's all!' said Elrohir innocently. Estel raised an eyebrow sceptically. He knew the twins too well.
'And?'
'Okay, and to talk to you about the prince….' added Elladan sheepishly. Estel rolled his eyes.
'We're sorry, but he's just sooooooooo gorgeous!' sighed Elrohir.
'Did you see him, Estel?' asked Elladan, 'he was wearing green, and he has the most amazing blonde silky hair, and those eyes……………' Estel felt a jolt in his stomach.
'Where was he standing?' he asked, starting to feel slightly ill
'Next to the King, of course. He is his father you know.' answered Elrohir cheerfully, 'Well, bye!'
They then proceeded to charge back out of the room as quickly as they had come in.
After Estel had shut the door behind them, they started to walk back up the corridor towards their own room. They had noticed Estel's sudden change in mood - that being their reason for a quick escape - and they were now discussing it.
'He looked almost ill, didn't he 'Dan?'
'Yeah, wonder what it was.'
'Maybe the wine,' Elrohir laughed, 'he never did have a high alcohol resistance, did he?' And they left it at that, and carried on walking.
However, inside his room, Estel knew exactly what had been the cause of his sudden change of mood. The stunning elf he had seen was none other than the royal prince of Mirkwood himself. This meant two new bad things. One, he was of royal blood, and therefore he would have all sorts of laws protecting him, and making in difficult to get near in the first place. Two, if the twins were obviously obsessing over him, he would be sick of people like that, and Estel, being their foster brother, would be clearly seen as just the same. He sighed mournfully and sat down on the large, comfortable bed, just as there was another knock on the door.
Legolas's Point of View.
After the whole group of visitors had passed into the stables, Legolas sighed in relief. He turned to go to his room to get changed out of these posh clothes so he could go and spend the rest of his day how he wanted. However, first there was a few errands to be done, such as making sure the guests knew where they were going, making sure the horses were stabled properly, and things like that, and was just about to make his grand escape when he was called back by his father who had been having a conversation with Lord Elrond. Legolas groaned and slouched over to where his father was standing.
'I've just had a discussion with Lord Elrond,' Thranduil began, 'and although he is sure he and his fellow elves will get along fine, he's worried about his foster son Estel. You may have seen him come in - he was riding just behind the twins -'
'But -' interrupted Legolas realising it was the human he had glared at earlier, only to be stopped when his father raised a hand.
'Legolas, I know he's a human, but he's still young, and may need help to begin with. Please would you give him a tour of the palace and maybe some of the grounds too -'
'Father!'
'Please, Legolas. It needs only to be short, but it would be very appreciated. Who knows, you might even become good friends!' he then turned and left Legolas, and walked off towards the stables.
Legolas was fuming. Why the human? Why in his free time? Might become friends? 'The poor human won't know what's hit him once I've dealt with him,' he decided. He was going to make it as difficult as possible for the man as he possible could for ruining his day. He stormed up to the room, and knocked on the door which the man would be staying in. The door opened, and now he saw none of the majesty or grace in the weary human that was there earlier. He just looked upset and slightly frustrated, but as soon as he realised it was Legolas his eyes widened and he put on a fake smile. Legolas could tell it was fake, because it did not reach his eyes.
'Your majesty,' he said bowing his head slightly, 'What can I do for you?' The man spoke in the common tongue, so therefore Legolas was obviously going to answer in Elvish.
'Khila amin.' Follow me, he said bluntly, and waited expectantly to see the confused expression spread slowly onto the human's face. It never came. Estel just shut his door and looked at Legolas waiting.
Legolas wasn't best pleased by this, and turned around to start walking down the corridor. He was even more infuriated when Estel asked him;
'Manke naa lye autien?' Where are we going? Flawlessly, with a perfect accent.
'Lle quena I'lambe tel' Eldalie?' Do you speak Elvish? Asked Legolas in reply.
'Yes,' said Estel slightly confused, 'Wasn't it obvious, as I understood you? And I think you can speak in this language the common tongue, too.'
'Yes I can,' sighed Legolas.
'So why did you speak in Elvish when you would've known I preferred the common tongue?'
'What's it to you?' said Legolas irate, turning to look at him, once again making those powerful eyes angry and cold, and he saw the man step back as he stared straight into his stormy-grey eyes.
'Nothing, nothing,' stuttered the human, 'Just forget it.'
They carried on for a while through the palace until they reached the front doors.
'Okay. That was your tour of the palace. You can go out into the grounds if you want,' said Legolas, gesturing to the open door, through which sunlight poured.
'Ummm…. I'd actually like to go outside for a while,' said Estel nervously, and Legolas turned his back to go off somewhere else.
'But -' began Estel again, and slightly faltered as Legolas turned back around to face the man, 'Would you come with me, please?' Legolas felt anger burn through every part of his body. Did this horrible human never stop? However, as any elf would, he kept his composure, and slowed his breathing down. He thought about rationally, even though he wanted nothing more to go over to the man and hit him. He did want to go outside, and he could easily lose the human in the woods which he knew so well.
'Very well, I will go out into the forest with you.' He saw Estels features light up slightly, and for some completely random reason, he was inexplicably moved by it, and suddenly looked at Estel with almost a hint of compassion. A second later, however, he slapped himself mentally and turned quickly towards the door.
Estel's Point of View.
Estel looked with complete amazement at the blonde elf. Had he just heard what he thought he did? Did the beautiful elf just agree to accompany him out to the grounds? His heartbeat quickened. What was that expression that had just passed over Legolas' face? It was not the usual cold, angry look he held resolutely on his face, but something kinder, almost sympathetic. He followed the elf through the door and out in to the beautiful forest, Estel staring at Legolas in unashamed wonder.
Legolas's Point of View.
They had gone someway without talking, when Estel suddenly came out with a question, which slightly startled Legolas after the long silence. Estel saw him make the tiniest of jumps.
'Is it hard being royalty?' he asked with such caring ness, that Legolas was put off his guard for a minute, and answered,
'Yes,' sighing, 'sometimes it does get tiring, with all the royal formalities and court matters, and things like that. I'm still young, and when I long to be running free through the trees, I am usually stuck in long boring conferences and stuff.' Estel laughed unsurely.
'I know the feeling,' he answered, 'I'm always stuck in some boring meeting, when I'd rather be out in the wild and hunting down the orc filth which roam our lands so freely.'
'Yeah, it's so bad,' answered Legolas, forgetting he was talking to the annoying human, and chattering away freely, 'And all the suitors too. I know that none of them care about who I am, or my personality, they just want me for my power and looks.' He sighed deeply, and suddenly realised who he was talking to.
'What do you ask for?' he said uncomfortably.
'Do you not know of my future?'
'Why would I care about your future?' answered Legolas coldly, and looked back to face Estel, only to be met by such a distressing, heart-breaking look upon his face, he felt himself feeling guilty. Guilty? Since when did Legolas Greenleaf feel guilty about anything? But here he was talking to the human and feeling guilty because he had hurt his feelings. He turned away, not wanting the man see how ashamed he was.
They carried on, until they came to a large pool, and Legolas, guessing the human was already pretty engrossed in him, decided to taunt him even more. They were quite away from the palace, seeing as they had walked quite a way, and the temperature was pretty high, Legolas guessed the human would be quite uncomfortable by now. He smirked evilly to himself, before beginning to undo the clasps which held his tunic together, before shrugging the item off his shoulders, and starting to lift the flimsy blue-grey shirt.
'What are you doing?' asked Estel, and Legolas was pleased to hear the tension in his voice.
'Aw, come on ,Estel,' he said innocently, looking at him in the eye before pulling his top completely off, showing the poor human his flawless smooth chest, 'Don't tell me you're not hot at all! Come and join me in the water for a while!'
'But I thought elves didn't feel the temperature!' he managed to strain out.
'The cold - no, but the heat - yes,' he replied smiling, 'Come on! Get your clothes off! We're both male aren't we? Both the same? And besides, if you don't, neither will I. And then you'll be causing me discomfort.' He then sat on the grass, staring up at Estel, waiting. Estel gave in, and very self-consciously, he began to undress.
'That's better,' purred Legolas. Estel who had been desperately trying not to look at Legolas, looked up when he spoke, and found that Legolas was now removing his leggings. Legolas saw Estel colour, and heard his breathing quicken, and grinned. Suddenly, Estel burst out -
'Legolas! Stop! I cannot do this! Stop toying with me!' he yelled out, before sitting back down on the grass heavily. He sat with his head bowed for a few moments, trying to even his breathing a bit, and then jumped when he felt Legolas's breath on his ear.
'Legolas: 1, Estel: 0,' he whispered, before turning, fully-dressed, and walking back through the forest towards the palace.
A/N: So, second chapter completed! Yay! So, tell me watcha think! Next chapter the drama deepens! Will Ligulas ever stop being mean to Estel? Find out soooooooooon! Bye!
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