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Chapter Three: Return To Strangers

Legolas walked silently through the streets of Gondor. It was night. The dark sky brought him comfort like no other. The heavens were filled with bright stars, but the elf paid them no mind. He had a small smile on his face, and was not quite paying attention to where he was going. His smile grew as he continued to think about the man called Aragorn. The man is so kind, so protective and caring. Yet so naïve. Legolas knew that it would never work between them. He sighed dejectedly. But, oh if it could. He had always been taught not to ponder on lost dreams.

"Prince Legolas!"

Legolas spun around, shame filling him as he was caught unaware. He relaxed when he saw who it was. "Golradir! What are you doing here?" The familiar face from Mirkwood only made him feel uneasy and nervous.

The other elf ran up to him and bowed. "My prince. I've been looking for you for some time now" He stepped closer and dropped his voice just above a whisper. "I was watching what happened today. Do not fear, I shall personally see to that man's death. He will never touch you again".

Legolas's eyes widened. "No!"

His guardian frowned not understanding, and feeling that this strange behavior was very different from the Legolas that he had cared for since the young prince's birth. He narrowed his eyes, silently questioning the Prince's orders.

Legolas tried hard to smile, pretending all was normal. "No, there is no need for such drastic measures." He gave a small laugh. "Golradir, you worry too much for me, you always have".

"I am not the only one," Golradir replied, his voice showing only seriousness.

"Who else?" Legolas questioned softly.

"Legolas, it's your father," He paused shortly. "The king is here, in Gondor. And he's looking for you,"

"What?" Legolas gasped. "Why would father leave Mirkwood? He has no reason to! He wouldn't!"

"He's been worried about you. It's not everyday that the Prince of Mirkwood disappears," The older elf spoke not only for the King, but himself as well. At the prince's disappearance, everyone was frantic and worried about Legolas. Nearly forgetting that he was one of Mirkwood's greatest fighters.

"Father's been so busy and irritated with what's been going on with Mirkwood all these years, the attacks on Mirkwood, wars with Gondor. I just wanted to help him take care of some things". Legolas admitted.

"My Prince, that is foolish. Your father has others to fight his battles, you are not supposed to leave the castle!" Golradir hated raising his voice at Legolas, but his actions were irrational and thoughtless.

"I'll return soon. Don't worry about me" He paused. "Where are you all staying?"

"In an abandoned building on the edge on Gondor."

Legolas nodded. "I'll meet up with you soon,"

"Legolas, what is so urgent that you have to get to? Perhaps I should accompany you to make sure—"

"No." Legolas said firmly. "No. I'll be perfectly fine."

"But, my Prince—"

"Yes. Golradir, I am your prince. And I said to leave me be." Legolas looked him in the eyes. "That's an order."

Golradir slowly nodded. "As you wish," He backed away to return to his king. What is going on with Legolas? It's not like him to abuse his power like that, at least not with me.

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Legolas sighed, and watched until the other elf was out of sight. He should return to Aragorn now. For the man would surely be worried about him. He just wanted to say good-bye before returning to Mirkwood with his father. He wanted to go before the man discovered his true identity. It'd be best for them to part on good terms.

Legolas turned lost in his thoughts. When he finally looked up he gasped. "Aragorn!"

He had never seen the man so angry. Had he been listening this whole time?

Aragorn slowly stepped forward from the shadows of the building. "Is it true?"

Legolas nodded "Yes," he replied softly. The man didn't have to be specific. He knew exactly what he was asking. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

"Sorry? You're sorry?" Legolas flinched when Aragorn raised his voice at him for the first time. "All this while, I thought you were some innocent person in this mess," he scoffed. "How wrong I was. It was you, wasn't it? The attacker at the inn."

Legolas nodded.

Aragorn looked positively livid. "And the man in the street?"

Legolas raised his head. "It was all me," he said softly.

"You told me you were going out for a midnight walk because you were restless. But you came to meet up with some Mirkwood scum! Isn't that right?"

"No!" There was nothing Legolas hated more than to be wrongly blamed for something. "I didn't plan this meeting!"

"But how could you have done all this?" Aragorn shouted, furious at Legolas's actions, and mad at himself for being such a fool. "All those people they were only innocent!"

"Innocent?" Legolas scoffed. "They all deserved to die,"

Aragorn raised his hand and slapped the elf across the face. The force pushed Legolas to the ground, he head facing away from him. The man had never felt so much anger in his life. He was absolutely disgusted.

Legolas looked up at the man, seeing his hand flinch towards the sword at his belt. "Are you going to kill me?" He asked softly.

Aragorn's eyes showed no mercy. "I should,"

Legolas slowly got to his feet and looked the man in the eyes, showing no fear. "Then, why don't you?" His hand reached for the man's sword, unsheathing it and thrusting it into the man's hands. "Go on. Kill me. Kill me like I killed all those innocent people," Aragorn looked into the elf's eyes, looking to see if this was some sort of trick. But they only said that he would do nothing to stop him.

Still, Aragorn hesitated. "Go on," Legolas said in a low voice. "Kill me, revenge your people," His eyes stared into Aragorn's, baring his soul, still showing no fear… no regret.

Aragorn's hands clenched the handle. They were shaking with anger. But he still hesitated.

"You can't do it," Legolas laughed softly at his realization. "You can't kill me," Legolas laughed harder, "Surely you feel nothing for this, heartless murderer," Legolas's lips were pulled into a cruel smile, but as Aragorn continued to look into his eyes, hand still firmly grasping the handle of his sword, he only saw the loving elf he had always thought he'd known.

"You can't kill me," Legolas continued softly. "You love me, don't you? You love me," Legolas looked harder into the man's eyes as if he could see his whole soul. "You're a fool, Aragorn. You're nothing but a fool,"

There were no words to describe Aragorn's anger, whether it be because of Legolas's words or because of the crimes he had committed. He gritted his teeth. Raising his sword, he plunged it into the abdomen of the elf in front of him.

Legolas gasped. More from the hurt Aragorn caused him than the actual pain from the blade. He felt an unwanted tear make its way down his cheek. As Aragorn pulled his sword back, fresh blood began to spill from his wound. Legolas's hands held themselves firmly against his stomach to stop the bleeding. A cry escaped from his lips, he gasped and gritted his teeth trying not to show his pain. He slowly fell to his knees, his head dropping slightly.

Aragorn backed away, feeling numb and frozen, as if his mind and his body were not working as one. He started to walk away from the injured elf.

"This won't kill me," Legolas shouted after him, pain showing on his face, though the man could no longer see it.

Aragorn refused to look at him any longer. "As long as I never have to lay eyes on your face again, I'm sure I'll be quite content," And he continued walking away from him.

"Aragorn! I know you love me! " Legolas cried to him. "I was right… you can't kill me… I know you love me, Aragorn… I know you love me…" He dropped his head and leaned forward on his one arm, the other still held firmly over his wound. He started sobbing freely now that he was alone. He closed his eyes, "I know you love me," he whispered.

TBC

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