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Disclaimer: Legolas is the hottest elf in the entire Middle Earth and I don't own him or Middle Earth!!! *bawls*
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Legolas ran blindly, not caring about anything but getting away and being alone. His eyes misted over, and he tripped over a root that he never saw. He fell flat on his face, and blood spurted from his nose. Angrily, he stood and wiped it away with the back of his hand, starting to run again. He could see the house of Elrond up ahead, and he ran harder. He would go back to the balcony, one of the only places he had been able to find peace.
Elrohir noticed Legolas running from the corner of his eyes, and turned, disturbed. Blood was smeared on the prince's face, and dirt covered his clothes, as if he had fallen. "Legolas!" He called, trying to stop the elf's flight.
Legolas didn't even pause. He pushed past Elrohir, who tried to stop him, and fled up the steps, ignoring the Rivendell elf's further cries.
Elrohir stood still, confused. After a moment, he heard footsteps coming up from behind him, and he turned to see his father coming up. He frowned. "Ada, what happened?"
Elrond sighed and came to stand next to his son. "I don't know!" He exclaimed. "I don't understand that boy, Elrohir." He admitted.
Elrohir smiled, knowing his father was just a little frustrated. "Give him some time ada. He just needs to adjust." He assured.
Elrond nodded. "I know. It's just that I can tell that something is wrong, and I fear it is destroying him."
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Legolas threw himself down on the bed, burying his face in his arms. These memories were going to be the end of him. Memories of the time between Mirkwood and Rivendell, time spent with…His mind unconsciously cut that thought off, unwilling to admit it had even happened, even though a part of him kept bringing it up, needing to deal with the depression that was coming from that time.
Why had he left that day? The fight seemed so unimportant now. Just a simple spat between father and son, but it had gotten blown out of proportion. So much had happened because he had finally spurred his horse to run away in an act of anger.
He brushed that thought away. Nothing could be done now. He couldn't go home. He could never face his father after…all that had happened. Again, his mind shut down that train of thought.
Legolas felt sleep creeping up on him, and was just about to give in when he heard a knocking. He sat up and looked to the door. "Yes?" He called, noticing how dry his throat was.
Hesitantly, the door opened and Elrond looked in. "I'm sorry if I upset you today, Legolas." He said softly.
Legolas looked up at Elrond and saw the sincerity in his eyes. "It's quite all right, Lord Elrond." He assured the older elf, since it truly hadn't been his fault. "I am just tired, if you will excuse me."
Elrond nodded quickly, respecting Legolas' privacy. "Of course. I will see you tomorrow." He shut the door.
Legolas rolled over and curled into a fetal position, his face laying on his right arm. He sighed and looked out the window to the stars. Soon he drifted off to sleep.
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Nightmare
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Legolas woke as a rough foot landed in his ribs, and he gasped harshly. "Did I give you permission to sleep?" A voice boomed angrily, and Legolas quickly scurried to his feet.
The air was cool against his skin, and Legolas looked down to realize he was wearing nothing but his leggings and a collar of leather. A long, thin chain of metal ran from it to the man's fist that stood in front of him, and he tugged brutally. "No, sir." Legolas said as he stumbled forward, trying to keep his footing.
"I thought not. Get a move on, slave, for you have much to do before the day is through." Legolas looked up timidly, and the man's face transformed, twisting and changing, until he began to look like an orc, only larger and more frightening. Legolas felt his breath lodge in his throat as he tried to back away.
Suddenly, the man disappeared, and Legolas found he was alone in a small, cramped room. The air around him was unbearably hot, burning his lungs as he breathed, and he clawed at the small door. After a few weak calls, the door opened and a man's face appeared. "Are you repentant?" He asked with a sneer, and Legolas, unable to speak, nodded his head, anything to get out of that place. The man moved out of the way, and Legolas crawled out, collapsing and breathing gratefully.
"Are you an elf?" Asked a voice above him? Legolas looked up wearily, and another man sneered down at him. Legolas noticed that his surroundings had changed again, and he was now in a dim stone chamber, with candles flickering in the corners.
The man seemed to be waiting for an answer, and so Legolas swallowed and hesitantly said, "Yes?"
The man flared at that, and abruptly, fists and feet and other objects assailed Legolas, and pain wracked his body. "Wrong answer," was the only thing he heard before the darkness took a hold of him.
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End nightmare
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Elrohir and Elladan sat together with their father. Arwen had already gone to bed, and now they were sitting by the fire calmly, pondering what could have happened to Legolas to cause this change.
Elrond sighed and leaned forward, and his two sons exchanged looks. Their father was truly worried, more so than they usually saw him. Both of them would admit Legolas had been acting strangely, but not strangely enough to incite such concern.
"Perhaps he was traveling with the exiles because he was angry with his father and didn't want to return, nor be found? He did say they had fought." Elladan suggested.
Elrond looked up and seemed to ponder that thought for a moment. "I do not believe so Elladan. It does not seem likely that the prince of Mirkwood would willingly place himself in that situation, no matter how angry he was, unless he was forced to." Elladan nodded and looked down. "It was a good thought, though, and I am glad you are going to help me unravel the mystery Legolas is holding." He smiled at his son, and Elladan smiled back. "In the meantime, though, it is late, and we all must sleep. Goodnight." Elrond said, standing.
"Goodnight, ada." Replied the twins together, watching him leave. Elrohir looked to his brother. "Something is seriously wrong with Legolas, I can feel it."
Elladan nodded. "I know, so can I. I just can't put my finger on it." He sighed. "I hope we discover what it is before Legolas does something he will regret." They both nodded wordlessly.
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Legolas awoke with a gasp, wrenching himself from the horrid nightmare, breathing heavily. Reality, thought, didn't turn out to be much better.
The room was pitch black around him. The doors to the balcony had been close earlier in the day, and so no light came in from the outside. He could not even see a few inches in front of him. Legolas clenched his fists, his breathing becoming fast and harsh. The room seemed to shrink, and he suddenly felt trapped and couldn't move.
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Flashback
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Legolas' knees were drawn to his chest, and his forehead was pressed against them. If he moved in any direction, he hit a wall. He could not even lift his head completely. The air was hot and stuffy around him, and he had trouble breathing, but tried to control his initial fear of that fact.
How long had he been in here? An hour? 3 hours? A day? Two days? He had no idea. His sense of time was completely distorted. He had not been fed since he had been placed in the little cupboard, and his stomach growled at him angrily as if it was his fault. He sighed and rubbed it absently with a hand.
He looked up as much as he could, not that it did any good, as he still could not see. He lifted a hand and pressed it against the place that he knew opened to the rest of the world, or at least, it had at some point. What if it had sealed? What if he never got out? He felt his breath quicken in terror, and quickly slowed his breathing.
His hands trembled as they pressed against the stone. Dare he try again? Last time he had gotten no response. How long ago was that? He had no idea. The worst they could do was beat him, and at least, in order to do that, they would have to take him out! He banged a bleeding fist against the stone. "Please, please, let me out!! Someone…anyone…please…"
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End flashback
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Legolas whimpered as he suddenly could move again, leaping up from the bed and throwing open the balcony doors. Moonlight streamed into the room, and the stars twinkled at him. Legolas gave a cry of relief, and tears silently ran down his face as he looked at the lady of the night.
Elrond knew something was wrong. He suspected. If Legolas had to tell him, than he would have to remember…He couldn't do it, it was too painful. That left him one choice. He had to run away from here. Tonight.
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I'm sorry it's short, and I'm sorry I don't have time to answer your reviews individually, but it is my bedtime and if I don't hurry, I will get banned, but I wanted to at least get you guys your post, as I promised. I hope it was good! More reviews, please, and I will write you another post tomorrow, a longer one! You guys are doing great so far, thanks! Keep it up!
Disclaimer: Legolas is the hottest elf in the entire Middle Earth and I don't own him or Middle Earth!!! *bawls*
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Legolas ran blindly, not caring about anything but getting away and being alone. His eyes misted over, and he tripped over a root that he never saw. He fell flat on his face, and blood spurted from his nose. Angrily, he stood and wiped it away with the back of his hand, starting to run again. He could see the house of Elrond up ahead, and he ran harder. He would go back to the balcony, one of the only places he had been able to find peace.
Elrohir noticed Legolas running from the corner of his eyes, and turned, disturbed. Blood was smeared on the prince's face, and dirt covered his clothes, as if he had fallen. "Legolas!" He called, trying to stop the elf's flight.
Legolas didn't even pause. He pushed past Elrohir, who tried to stop him, and fled up the steps, ignoring the Rivendell elf's further cries.
Elrohir stood still, confused. After a moment, he heard footsteps coming up from behind him, and he turned to see his father coming up. He frowned. "Ada, what happened?"
Elrond sighed and came to stand next to his son. "I don't know!" He exclaimed. "I don't understand that boy, Elrohir." He admitted.
Elrohir smiled, knowing his father was just a little frustrated. "Give him some time ada. He just needs to adjust." He assured.
Elrond nodded. "I know. It's just that I can tell that something is wrong, and I fear it is destroying him."
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Legolas threw himself down on the bed, burying his face in his arms. These memories were going to be the end of him. Memories of the time between Mirkwood and Rivendell, time spent with…His mind unconsciously cut that thought off, unwilling to admit it had even happened, even though a part of him kept bringing it up, needing to deal with the depression that was coming from that time.
Why had he left that day? The fight seemed so unimportant now. Just a simple spat between father and son, but it had gotten blown out of proportion. So much had happened because he had finally spurred his horse to run away in an act of anger.
He brushed that thought away. Nothing could be done now. He couldn't go home. He could never face his father after…all that had happened. Again, his mind shut down that train of thought.
Legolas felt sleep creeping up on him, and was just about to give in when he heard a knocking. He sat up and looked to the door. "Yes?" He called, noticing how dry his throat was.
Hesitantly, the door opened and Elrond looked in. "I'm sorry if I upset you today, Legolas." He said softly.
Legolas looked up at Elrond and saw the sincerity in his eyes. "It's quite all right, Lord Elrond." He assured the older elf, since it truly hadn't been his fault. "I am just tired, if you will excuse me."
Elrond nodded quickly, respecting Legolas' privacy. "Of course. I will see you tomorrow." He shut the door.
Legolas rolled over and curled into a fetal position, his face laying on his right arm. He sighed and looked out the window to the stars. Soon he drifted off to sleep.
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Nightmare
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Legolas woke as a rough foot landed in his ribs, and he gasped harshly. "Did I give you permission to sleep?" A voice boomed angrily, and Legolas quickly scurried to his feet.
The air was cool against his skin, and Legolas looked down to realize he was wearing nothing but his leggings and a collar of leather. A long, thin chain of metal ran from it to the man's fist that stood in front of him, and he tugged brutally. "No, sir." Legolas said as he stumbled forward, trying to keep his footing.
"I thought not. Get a move on, slave, for you have much to do before the day is through." Legolas looked up timidly, and the man's face transformed, twisting and changing, until he began to look like an orc, only larger and more frightening. Legolas felt his breath lodge in his throat as he tried to back away.
Suddenly, the man disappeared, and Legolas found he was alone in a small, cramped room. The air around him was unbearably hot, burning his lungs as he breathed, and he clawed at the small door. After a few weak calls, the door opened and a man's face appeared. "Are you repentant?" He asked with a sneer, and Legolas, unable to speak, nodded his head, anything to get out of that place. The man moved out of the way, and Legolas crawled out, collapsing and breathing gratefully.
"Are you an elf?" Asked a voice above him? Legolas looked up wearily, and another man sneered down at him. Legolas noticed that his surroundings had changed again, and he was now in a dim stone chamber, with candles flickering in the corners.
The man seemed to be waiting for an answer, and so Legolas swallowed and hesitantly said, "Yes?"
The man flared at that, and abruptly, fists and feet and other objects assailed Legolas, and pain wracked his body. "Wrong answer," was the only thing he heard before the darkness took a hold of him.
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End nightmare
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Elrohir and Elladan sat together with their father. Arwen had already gone to bed, and now they were sitting by the fire calmly, pondering what could have happened to Legolas to cause this change.
Elrond sighed and leaned forward, and his two sons exchanged looks. Their father was truly worried, more so than they usually saw him. Both of them would admit Legolas had been acting strangely, but not strangely enough to incite such concern.
"Perhaps he was traveling with the exiles because he was angry with his father and didn't want to return, nor be found? He did say they had fought." Elladan suggested.
Elrond looked up and seemed to ponder that thought for a moment. "I do not believe so Elladan. It does not seem likely that the prince of Mirkwood would willingly place himself in that situation, no matter how angry he was, unless he was forced to." Elladan nodded and looked down. "It was a good thought, though, and I am glad you are going to help me unravel the mystery Legolas is holding." He smiled at his son, and Elladan smiled back. "In the meantime, though, it is late, and we all must sleep. Goodnight." Elrond said, standing.
"Goodnight, ada." Replied the twins together, watching him leave. Elrohir looked to his brother. "Something is seriously wrong with Legolas, I can feel it."
Elladan nodded. "I know, so can I. I just can't put my finger on it." He sighed. "I hope we discover what it is before Legolas does something he will regret." They both nodded wordlessly.
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Legolas awoke with a gasp, wrenching himself from the horrid nightmare, breathing heavily. Reality, thought, didn't turn out to be much better.
The room was pitch black around him. The doors to the balcony had been close earlier in the day, and so no light came in from the outside. He could not even see a few inches in front of him. Legolas clenched his fists, his breathing becoming fast and harsh. The room seemed to shrink, and he suddenly felt trapped and couldn't move.
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Flashback
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Legolas' knees were drawn to his chest, and his forehead was pressed against them. If he moved in any direction, he hit a wall. He could not even lift his head completely. The air was hot and stuffy around him, and he had trouble breathing, but tried to control his initial fear of that fact.
How long had he been in here? An hour? 3 hours? A day? Two days? He had no idea. His sense of time was completely distorted. He had not been fed since he had been placed in the little cupboard, and his stomach growled at him angrily as if it was his fault. He sighed and rubbed it absently with a hand.
He looked up as much as he could, not that it did any good, as he still could not see. He lifted a hand and pressed it against the place that he knew opened to the rest of the world, or at least, it had at some point. What if it had sealed? What if he never got out? He felt his breath quicken in terror, and quickly slowed his breathing.
His hands trembled as they pressed against the stone. Dare he try again? Last time he had gotten no response. How long ago was that? He had no idea. The worst they could do was beat him, and at least, in order to do that, they would have to take him out! He banged a bleeding fist against the stone. "Please, please, let me out!! Someone…anyone…please…"
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End flashback
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Legolas whimpered as he suddenly could move again, leaping up from the bed and throwing open the balcony doors. Moonlight streamed into the room, and the stars twinkled at him. Legolas gave a cry of relief, and tears silently ran down his face as he looked at the lady of the night.
Elrond knew something was wrong. He suspected. If Legolas had to tell him, than he would have to remember…He couldn't do it, it was too painful. That left him one choice. He had to run away from here. Tonight.
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I'm sorry it's short, and I'm sorry I don't have time to answer your reviews individually, but it is my bedtime and if I don't hurry, I will get banned, but I wanted to at least get you guys your post, as I promised. I hope it was good! More reviews, please, and I will write you another post tomorrow, a longer one! You guys are doing great so far, thanks! Keep it up!