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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 5: Emotional Insights
For His Majesty, the crowned Prince of Mirkwood, from Lord Elrond of Imladris:
Legolas Greenleaf, regarding the as of yet un-agreed terms of your sanction, it would be advisable that you remain in your allocated room until Lord Ahearn, messenger for King Thranduil of Mirkwood, has left the lands of Imladris. This choice is freely put to you of course, however, being witness to your requesting of sanction I believe it may be in your best interests. I will mention nothing regarding you nor your whereabouts and leave the choice of informing Lord Ahearn up to you.
Lord Ahearn has also asked leave to stay for a further two nights, this leave has been granted. Your meals will be brought to you and if you have need of anything further please direct them to Abie, the maid appointed to you.
I would like to see you a week to the day you arrived so that we may discuss your sanction. This appointment is inflexible. Be at my study the first hour after sunrise.
Yours sincerely,
Elrond Peredhel
Lord of Imladris.
Legolas folded the letter after re-reading it and placed it on the writing desk beside his bed. With a bitter but thankful sigh he seated himself on the chair. He was indeed very much in debt to Lord Elrond and deeply gratified. He knew Lord Elrond had more political responsibilities to help his father than to help him and Legolas knew that he would have to thank the Elven Lord most efficiently when the time came.
His eyes drifted lazily around the room that was to be his prison for the next two days. He grimaced. Legolas hated being inside. It made him feel as if he were at home in the stone-palace of his father where you were lucky to escape outside the great-gates and into freedom. Then again, having spent most of his life in the stone-palace, Legolas knew every nook and cranny leading in and out of that place, most of them unknown by his father: hell-bent on security as he was.
A cynical smile crossed his face, knowing all that he knew about his father's kingdom was one of the only reasons why he had- escaped, in a matter of speaking. His father would never have let him outside the great-gate after the decisions reached by Ahearn and himself.
Ahearn... that son of an orc!
Legolas felt bile rise in his throat and wished to spit, cursing the very name of his former lover. He forced himself to calm. He would not ruin this room with such an action. He would not have anything of Ahearn tainting such a place.
Speaking about things belonging to Ahearn...
Legolas shook his head; he was not going there. Not now and hopefully not for a long while. He rubbed his temples slightly and turned in his seat, reaching for the book he had successfully rescued from the library on his hurried return to his room after that fateful encounter.
To think that he had actually been that close to his former-lover after all that had happened and to think that he hadn't even been recognised! He knew he should have been gravely thankful that he hadn't been identified- instead he was terribly upset. He had honestly been in love with the half-Elf... hell, he still was. And he hated him terribly but he loved him dearly.
He knew Ahearn loved him also, but the half-Elf just had a different way of proving such emotions... didn't he? Oh whom was he kidding? Just because they loved each other didn't mean they would be happy together. Ahearn was too commanding and dominating. It had been fun having someone to care for him, but towards the final weeks before his departure from Mirkwood, it had become threatening and frightening. Not to mention horribly uncalled for:
"You will do as I say, Legolas. So help you if you do not. This is in the best interests of both of us." He swung his arms violently, barely noticing that he still held the cutting knife and that it was flashing dangerously close to his lover's face.
Legolas was no coward, he was a warrior and could take care of himself efficiently in matters of combat and the likes, but there was something terribly unnerving about being in a position like this when you don't know whether to fly-or-fight or just stay were you are, doing nothing and agreeing with the decisions made for you, no matter how hurtful they were.
"Ahearn, my love, stop this please, you are scaring me." His words are sincere, he speaks honestly, hoping that Ahearn will notice and stop in his anger. That he will be taken into his warm arms and comforted through his turmoil, supported in what was happening to him.
Ahearn sees what he is doing and looks to Legolas. He makes no effort to comfort his lover, or to place the blade down. "Scaring you am I? I will do more than just scare thee, my love," he brings the blade close to Legolas' face. Legolas has jumped to his feet and is trying to back away.
"Please Ahearn." He whispers pleadingly, hating himself for sinking so low but not caring.
Ahearn lowers the blade and tips the pale face to meet with his own. His lips are hard but offer him some ease. They pull away after a long moment and Ahearn strokes his head fondly.
"Go get ready for dinner, you father is expecting us. We will talk more about this matter later."
Legolas nods and leaves the room with a small and content smile.
Legolas shook his head, bringing himself out of his memories. Even then it should have been so obvious that their relationship was not built as soundly as he had himself believing. He should have seen it for what it was and sooner than he had. He was such a fool. How stupid had he been? Maybe he should just bide with their wishes and then this whole affair would be over. They must only have his best interests at heart after all?
See sense! He shouted at himself, if you abide with them you will be giving into them, letting them win and saying that they can control your life. Besides, do you really want to? Do you really want to give up what you are fighting so hard to keep? Could you do something so immoral because everyone else thinks it is moral? Could you live with yourself afterwards?
Tears filled his eyes and hurriedly he tried to dismiss them but it was a losing battle. The first drops of the pain and inner turmoil he was having to face splashed down his cheeks. He turned his head to look heavenwards and tried furtively to blink them away. It was the first time he had let any emotion show since his departure from his home. He couldn't return home now, maybe not ever. It wasn't just his life at stake anymore; there were more than just he involved in this matter now.
And yet, all he wanted was to be comforted by loving arms, held close and told it would be all right; that all his fears would go away and that he should be happy and elated instead of fearful and in hiding. Oh how could they have made him chose between forsaking his family and home or forsaking himself and his morals?
He stood from the chair and sulked over to the window-seat, curling up as small as he could, tears still streaming down his pale face. The veils had been drawn across his window so that he could still see out and light could still get in, but anyone on the outside could not see into the inside. Legolas bit his bottom lip hard to keep from whimpering in the confusion that was his life and turned his head to look out into the courtyard and gardens before him.
There stood the bane of his existence: his love and his hate.
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To Be Continued...?
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Peace,
CS WhiteWolf
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