Disclaimer: Okay today it's gonna be nice and simple. I. Don't. Own. Lord. Of. The. Rings. Okay? Okay, then. Good. On with the story.
Warning: Oh gosh could it be… SLASH! Yes it is. If you don't like don't read. By the way this chapter sucks but I had to write it really fast… I'm SO sorry. It's not very good. (in my opinion) Sorry. (Please forgive me! V.V )
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ElvenRanger13: Sorry about the time laps again. I've been busy getting ready for schoolk and stuff…
the sadness: Thank you! I like torturing him as well.
Crystal Blue Dry Ice: I hate him too! Thanks I try to make people hate him in this and for the verb tenses and stuff I have to say. A I'm not good at staying constant and B In school we is very well learned.
Arden: I'm glad that you read the story and even happier that you liked it! I try hard to make Aragorn seem sorta the same, and yet really really different. I'm glad that I'm doing a good job!
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The King of Men
There is nothing
But silences now
Around the one
I love
? Unsure who.
I went back to my room, put on a new shirt, and once more bandaged my wounds, although I only did the ones that were on normally moving parts of my body. I did not simply do only my arms because I didn't want to have to come back again to my room to fix any of the other wounds again. After all of that was finished I simply lay on my bed.
I had physically readied myself for the day ahead but mentally and emotionally I simply didn't want to do anything.
After a while I managed to make myself get up and leave my room. By that time lunch had came and gone and I would have to wait for dinner to get something to eat. I sat down in one of the gardens and muttered to myself in Elven that I wanted something to eat.
"Here." I looked up and found Arwen holding some bread in front of me. "I was going to feed it to the birds but I think that you might be quite a bit more appreciative." I took the bread and smiled.
"Thank you, Arwen." I said as I started to eat it. She smiled, nodded and sat down next to me. We simply sat there for a moment, not saying anything.
"Arwen… I need to talk to you." She did nothing, simply stared at the ground so I continued.
"Vániwean." ((I just made up the word. Not used in anything else.)) I said quietly. Arwen looked up for a moment then turned to look at me her face showing surprise and confusion.
"You're using the language that me and my brothers came up with…. But how do you know it?" I sighed.
"Your brothers taught me."
"But it was only for-"
"The three of you." I finished for her. She nodded, still looking confused. I knew that she didn't know about us, Elladan and Elrohir had never told their sister that we were together. She was too young to understand what was going on they said when it started, and after wards they never really had a proper chance or time, after all it wasn't like you could just go up and say 'by the way, dear sister, me and brother are screwing each other and the youngest prince of Mirkwood as well. Just thought you'd wanna know.' They had told their father who had accepted it, although he couldn't have said much considering his brief, but passionate, relationship with Glorfindel…
"So how do you know it?" She asked, although I think that she had already guessed the answer, deep down I thought that she knew.
"Your brothers taught it to me…" She still stared at me and I was forced to explain it completely to her.
"It was one of the nights when I was with them after we had… they said that they had just come up with a language that only they and their sister knew… they asked me if I wanted to know it, for they said that I had a flare for languages, and I said yes. It took me a while because we were always interrupting the person that was talking." She gave me a smile that I could not interpret. She could have been happy or resigned or any number of things.
"So…" She said looking back to the garden. "How long have you three been seeing each other?"
"Since the before our age of majority…"
"Do you love them?" I was taken back by the question and I nodded.
"Yes. I love them if I did not I would not have stayed with them this long..." Her smile turned to something sad and reminiscing.
"Then why are you still here?" I stared at her, confused and she turned to look at me.
"What?"
"Why are you still here?" She asked once again, only slower almost like one would with a child. I might have been offended if I had not been confused. I continued to stare at her and shook my head ever so slightly. She looked away from me and then back to the ground. She partially closed her eyes so that they were half lidded.
"But what do you mean by-" I stopped and I could feel my mouth hang open.
"You knew didn't you?" I asked in a way that was more of an accusation then a question. She closed her eyes fully for a moment.
"Yes. Aragorn is not interested only in men, although I can luckily say that he prefers them, and he does basically the same thing with all of his 'lovers'…" I narrowed my eyes slightly.
"Why? Why didn't you say anything? Why didn't you say anything to me or Faramir?"
"Because…" She was silent for a moment and I could see that tears were in the corners of her eyes. "I-I wanted to.. I thought that he would just find someone who…" her unfinished sentence was clear. Someone who I didn't care about. "but… I didn't say anything because… if he was doing it to someone else then he wouldn't be hurting me." She said quietly. I stood and looked at her for a moment.
Then I leaned down close to her, our faces only a fraction of an inch away, and looked her in the eyes, my words meaning to be harsh accusing, and even hurtful although she might not have deserved it at such a level.
"Well I guess that he isn't hurting you now is he?"
I had left after that. Arwen had found no answer for me and I had no other reason to stay. After I left I went to my room, it wasn't a busy day it was tomorrow that would be a problem. Tomorrow I was supposed to teach a few Gondorian children how to shoot a bow and I was supposed to help teach swordplay as well.
I had just gotten into the room and had went over to the small table that I had in there, had sat down and was about to look through the papers that were there when I heard someone knocking on my door. At the knock I leaned back in my chair, allowing my head to fall back and put a hand to my head.
"Who is it?" I asked dejectedly. I did not want to be bothered.
"Legolas?" I jolted as I heard Elladan, coming near to falling from my chair. "Arwen said that I should come and see you… She said that something was wrong with you. What is it?"
"Nothing… Nothing is wrong." I said more to myself than I said to him. I said it so quietly that I was surprised that he heard me.
"Then why won't you open the door?" I didn't answer for such a long time that Elladan asked me again. I still said nothing for a moment.
"I am very busy. I cannot come to the door at the moment even if only to let you in." Elladan was silent and I could tell, even thought the door that he did not believe me.
"Legolas, what is wrong with you?" He asked once more, only this time his voice was pleading. He wanted me to tell him so that he could comfort me… but what was wrong with me was something that he could not comfort away and something that he could not protect me from.
"I already told you. Nothing is wrong with me I am simply busy." I had to turn away from the door. If I looked at it I would think of Elladan standing right behind it. Standing so close to me and yet me not being able to see or feel him for fear of what would happen to him. "Now please… go…"
"Not until you let me in." He replied indigently. "I think that there is something wrong with you and sister thinks so as well." He sighed and I could hear him gently lean against my door. "I'm going to be staying out here until you let me in."
"Then you're going to be out there a long time." I said as I put my hand to my head once more, covering my eyes. I knew what he would be doing. When ever he got annoyed Elladan would cross his arms and narrow his eyes to the point that he almost closed them, he also could do his fathers trademark 'eyebrow of doom'. I could just see him standing in the hall doing that exact stance and facial expressions, trying to 'doom' down the door.
"Well I guess that I will be." I could hear him sitting down and then his head softly hitting the door. I guess that he sat down and simply rested his head against the door.
We both sat there for nearly an hour. I didn't move and I do not believe that he did either. At the end of the first hour someone came up to him and talked very, very softly to him.
"Fine… Legolas…" Elladan was standing at this point, I had heard him get up "I have to go. Estel needs me." At this I shot myself out of chair, shoving the thing with so much force that it fell to the ground, and dashed to the door and opened it.
"Elladan!" My voice was much weaker than I had intended it to be. For a moment I only saw his back but then he turned to me, and I came very close to tears again.
He had not only stayed as appealing as when I had first meet him he had gotten even more beautiful. When he first came to Gondor he had cut his hair to just above his shoulders, but it had grown back to nearly its original length, and was now in a lose braid. His eyes were still the same deep stormy gray color that I had remembered so clearly from my youth, although they seemed to have gotten deeper. Many could not tell one twin from another, but it was so easy now for me… He stared at me for a moment with those beautiful eyes before talking.
"Arwen asked me to come and see her and Aragorn. She want me to come and talk with them about our families visit…" I nodded, my fears being quelled for the moment.
"Oh… Well then-"
"Why don't you come with me?" He asked, trying hard to be kind even after I had made him sit outside my door for nearly an hour.
"No…" I looked down at the floor. "No, I wouldn't want Aragorn to see us…" Elladan arched an eyebrow at that, slightly mimicking his father.
"Estel?" He asked incredulously. "You don't want Estel to see us together? Legolas, nin-lend melethron, (my sweet lover) Estel will not mind. He has known of me and Elrohir since a child, he saw it even when Arwen did not, and he will undoubtedly accept that we now love you as well…"
"No. He won't accept that I am with you… And I do not whish for us to be seen together by Aragorn…." Elladan looked at me, almost disbelievingly. I think that he had misinterpreted me as meaning that I was embarrassed to be with him and his twin…
He was wrong of course. I would have loved to tell everyone that I had found two people that were so wonderful and so perfect, scream it until I could no longer make any sound, tell every person that I met, but he didn't know that….
"Well then… I guess that I'll be going…." He said in a voice that made my heart break. His voice held no pain, but it was a forced numbness, I knew. He always did that when he was hurt, force himself away, wall himself off from all emotions…. I hated to cause him so much pain but… but I could not see him no matter how hard it was. I could not risk him being hurt. Even if I was hurt I would not allow him, nor his brother, to be... Or at least, not allow Aragorn to hurt them, for I knew that I would cause them pain…
"Goodbye, Elladan." I whispered, closing my eyes and willing myself not to make any other sound, to not call out to him for help, ask him to save me from this dark place that I had fallen to, risk his life and soul to provide my salvation… because….
Because I knew that if I asked him he would comply… he would try to save me, no matter the price that he would have to pay….
"Goodbye Legolas." He replied very quietly as well and…. And I knew that at the least the thought of my serious rejection had entered his mind, the thought that I did not want to see him because I no longer cared for him. I know that I was jumping to conclusions, thinking that that was the only thing that he could have been thinking, but I was not in the best of moods and was currently finding something in everything to depress myself with.
He sighed and then walked down the hall along with the messenger that had came and got him.
I closed the door and went back into my room.
'Wonderful' I thought to myself as I wrapped my arms around a pillow, 'I'm getting good at driving away anyone who cares for me.'
I continued as best I could with the rest of the day, doing what I had to and trying my best to avoid Elladan, and then retired early.
After that I spent another night without being called to Aragorns room. Another night alone…. All alone… And despite the fact that he did not have me come… I was barely comforted at all.
