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Wild Justice
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Pairing(s): Legolas/OC. Legolas/Elrond (eventual). Legolas/Elladan (mentioned).
Rating: PG-13/R-Rated (nothing graphic).
Summary: Legolas has fled both from Mirkwood and his lover, seeking sanctuary within the boarders of Imladris. He has told no one of his departure and he will tell no one his reasons. Why has our Prince fled? And from what does he flee?
Warning: AU; Slash; M-Preg; Angst.
Notes: Thanks to MoroTheWolfGod for the Plot Bunny.
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Chapter 2: Silence is a Virtue
Legolas Greenleaf awoke with the dawning of the new day, still filled with fatigue. He did not immediately rise, instead deciding to lie a while and watch the rising sun out of the bedroom window. For a brief moment he felt nothing but simple, primitive joy at watching the dark sky paling and heating with the coming of morning. Such repetitions in his life, in spite of everything, still brought a smile to his lips, glad that at least some things never changed and that he could at least rely on the ever-altering yet rhythmic cycles of the world.
The young elf yawned, stretching his long arms above his head and shimmying further down into the soft bed with its luxuriously warm covers: a beatific smile now covering his features. A sudden, sharp knock to his door however, made all happiness drain from his body. He bolted upright, all remains of sleep vacating his weary body. His mind immediately thinking the worst, and even as he called out to inquire as to whom the knocker may be, he was already making plans within his mind to dive out the bedroom window and hastily descend the conveniently growing vines of Ivy, which were climbing all the walls of the house that faced towards the South.
The voice of a female answered to his call and the Elf nearly collapsed in relief. Suddenly feeling extremely foolish for his seemingly immature behaviour he quickly found his discarded shirt from the night before and hurriedly pulled it over his head, his legging he had slept in. He then permitted the servant of Lord Elrond's home to enter.
The door opened slowly and an elderly, yet beautiful elf entered carrying a sliver try laden with food and drink. She smiled at him and Legolas could not help but return the gesture. He seated himself at the edge of the bed as she set the tray down and went about sorting the layout of the plates on the small table set near the window. Legolas watched her in distraction of his previous fears.
She had dark mahogany-brown hair almost to her waist and unmarked by the time of her age. Indeed, the only hint of her ancientness lay not in her appearance- for she was as beautiful as any of her kind, if not more so; nor in her movements- for she seemed both agile and graceful as all elves were; but in her dark eyes- for when she met his own sparkling green ones he could see proof of unimaginable knowledge and wisdom.
She spoke briefly, introducing herself and bidding him a good morning and hoping that his sleep had been a peaceful one. She said that the Master of the House- Lord Elrond sent his greetings also and that he would 'be in touch' so-to-say. She then bowed her head, no-doubt having been informed of his status and exited the room.
Legolas waited a few moments, sitting where he was and mulling over thoughts that were his own. Finally settling on some inward agreement he stepped closer to the window. Smells of the freshly picked fruits and steaming soup filling his nostrils and causing his stomach to grumble hungrily. He placed a soothing hand over his belly as his eyes hungrily devoured the sight before him. He began by pouring himself a small glass of red wine, adding liberal amounts of the cool spring-water to dilute the strong taste, and seating himself on the window seat. He then greedily ate at the luscious fruits and pieces of dried meat, sipping his more water-than-wine concoction and dipping freshly baked bread into his vegetable soup.
Finishing, he sat back with a soft sigh, turning his head to catch the sunlight and smiling once more. He could slowly feel his strength catching up with him. Now that he was as safe as could be, he could focus all his energies on trying to... to... Legolas shook his head, a dark frown making its way onto his face. A series of small clouds passed before the weak sun, plunging his room into a picture of dull grey and black, a bit like his world.
The Elf stood swiftly and started to wash and change- anything to avert his mind from the grief's and troubles it so desperately wanted to delve into. He had brought no spare clothing with him and so would have to make do with the travellers clothing supplied with the room- but at least they were clean. He hadn't really intended to flee his home of Mirkwood, rather what was in Mirkwood.
Shaking his head to dispel such contrite feelings, the Elf thought enthusiastically about leaving the room for a stroll within the protected grounds of Imladris or venturing into the colossal library of books and scrolls that the Elven Lord was rumoured to have. Pulling on his cloak and tucking his golden locks behind his pointed ears and beneath the dark hood, he moved over to the door and grasped the handle. He turned his head slightly, his sharp eyes looking out the window to the once more lightened sky.
"Cormamin Niuve Tenna' Ta Elea LleAau'," he whispered into the empty room, his eyes clouding with suppressed emotions. "But thou hast brought this upon us both, melamine."
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Elvish:
"Cormamin Niuve Tenna' Ta Elea LleAau'," : My heart shall weep until it sees thee again.
"melamine." : my love."
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To Be Continued...?
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Peace,
CS WhiteWolf
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