Unwritten Truth

Chapter 1

Author's Note: I wrote this story while I was having writter's block for my 'Pirates of the Caribbean' story. I just watched the 'Lord of the Rings' movies and this idea just came to me. I don't know if I should continue it or not, so I want you guys and girls to tell me what you think I should do. Enjoy!

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Legolas awoke to the sound of loud thunder coming from outside. He went over to his window and saw clouds forming quickly in the night sky. Soon, raindrops started to fall slowly and, then, more rapidly as the minutes passed. His blue eyes danced over the falling water as it landed on the ground below. he sighed to himself as went back to his bed. For three days it had rained durning the night, and, for three nights, legolas had not slept. But it was not the rain that kept him awake, it was the words of someone he met three night ago...

Legolas had been walking in the forest late one night looking for a good camping site for the night. After a few moments of searching he found a little opening near a small pond in which he would lay his campsite. He started a fire and set a small tent where he would sleep. He looked up at the stars until his eyes would no longer let him. He soon fell asleep to what he thought would be a normal night.

A sound awoke him outside his tent only hours after the young elf had fallen asleep. He grabbed his bow with ease and placed a single arrow in it. Legolas quietly exited his tent to see what the noise might have been. He searched for a while and did not find anything, so he assumed it was only a meer animal that had come to pass. Sighing to himself he entered his tent once again. A few moments later, the young elf's whole life would change.

Someone krept into his tent without warning and sufficient ease. They did not wake the sound elf while he slept only inches away. The shadowy figure carefully moved over to Legolas without hesitation, and they were soon hovering over the sleeping elf. Before Legolas could react a hand was over his mouth, and a figure was stratling his waist.

"Do not move," the figure ordered. "My name is Henron, and I am here to steal something of yours." Legolas struggled to get free until the man removed his hands from his mouth.

Legolas was shocked at the man's action, but he managed to say, "And what is it you want to steal?"

"Only what you have stolen from me," Henron answered.

Legolas was again surprised by the man but this time it was by his words. "I have stolen nothing from you."

"Oh, but you have," the man corrected,"my mind, my soul, my heart, and my life."

"What do you mean?" Legolas asked.

"For days I have watched you wonder through these woods," Henron began. "You have captured my heart and soul with your beauty, my mind only thinks of you, and my life is consumed by you. Can't you see, Legolas, you have stolen my everything, and I want it back."

Before Legolas had time to process the man's words, he felt his clothes being ripped apart. Henron was desperately trying to strip the elf down to nothing. Legolas, however, didn't give in to this man. He pushed Henron off of him, and he tried to get out of the tent; but the man caught his foot before he could escape. Henron once again had seated himself on top of the young elf. Henron pushed his lips hard against the elf's causing him to wince slightly. Henron emediately pulled away from Legolas, but he pinned him to the ground by his shoulders.

"Forgive me, Legolas, I did not mean to hurt you," he said.

Legolas was now more shocked and disgusted than he had ever been. Was this man mad or in love? He was hoping mad. He decided that the man would not harm him any further if he thought he was hurting him, so he decided to use it against him.

"But you did," Legolas replied, not looking the man in his eyes.

"I am sorry," Henron repeated. "Will you forgive me?"

"Only if you promise never to do it again," Legolas stated. He was praying to the Gods that his plan would work.

"I need my heart back, Legolas," Henron said,"the one you stole from me."

"Then you have it," Legolas said.

"It is not that simple, my friend," Henron pointed out.

"How can I give it back to you," Legolas asked.

There was a short pause before Henron answered, "Make love to me."

Legolas felt his heart sink to his stomach with disgust. Never had he ever dreamt of making love to another man but now it seemed that that was his only way out of this situation alive. No matter how hard he told himself that, however, he just could not bring himself to do it. He would rather suffer a thousand deaths than to give himself to another man.

"I can not do that," Legolas said.

"Why?" Henron asked. "Do you wish to torture my heart even more?"

"I am sorry, but I just can not bring myself to do such a thing," Legolas answered.

"So I disgust you, is that it?" Henron asked, looking up at Legolas with hurt and despare.

For the first time since he first saw the man, he looked into the man's eyes and replied, "It is not in my nature to make love to another man. I have never even thought of doing such a thing. It is forbidden amongst elves, and I respect that."

"You've never once even wondered what it would be like?" Henron asked.

"No," Legolas answered. "Why are you asking me all of these questions? I have told you you have your heart back, so why do you not just leave me alone? I can not make love to you or any other man for that matter."

Henron looked back at the ground for a moment before answering, "One day, my friend, you will see that everything you have been taught will not matter. The laws and rules of you people will disappear, and you will find yourself where you truly want to be." After he spoke, Henron left Legolas's tent without another word. Legolas let him leave for a moment before he followed him.

"What do you mean?" Legolas asked, calling to the man who was nearly out of sight.

"I shall leave you with one name, Legolas," Henron answered, "It will answer your questions in due time."

"And what name is that?" Legolas called.

"Aragorn," Henron answered, before disappearing into the night. Legolas stood in surprise at the name the man had given him. It was his best friends name...

Legolas heard a knock at his door which woke him from his dream which was really a memory. He got out of bed and went over to see who had come for him this late. He opened the door to see a familiar face standing in his doorway.

"Come," Frodo pleaded,"Aragorn has been hurt."

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AN: Don't you just love cliffhangers? Anyway, tell me what you think! Feedback is much apreciated...