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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 6: Spectator
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The three days that Legolas had to spend in his room went by as any three days would when one was terrified of being found out. He was constantly worried that Ahearn would unexpectedly burst through his door having suddenly concluded that the hooded stranger he had bumped into was indeed Legolas. The anxiety and the fear made it difficult for him to concentrate on anything for more than a few minutes. He found himself suffering from stress-induced stomach pains and the nervous tension made it literally impossible to keep any food down. Resulting from this he had become paler, gaunt and extremely sulky.
This, the third day, had been the worst for him so far. For this was the day Ahearn was to leave Imladris. But it mattered not that Legolas knew this, for he would not believe it until he saw it with his own two eyes. This made matters worse though for all he could do was pace the floor of his room, breakfast tray deliberately forgotten since he knew he would be unable to eat a single morsel until the very bane of his existence had left these lands. He would look out the window every now and then, pausing in his relentless strides to check the courtyard out front for any signs that Ahearn was getting ready to leave.
Oh Valar! He prayed inwardly. Let this torment be over and done with so that I may calm my person. I beg it of thee to make him leave this instant, please oh gods!
He turned back to the window, eyes frantically searching the early morning Elves as they strolled aimlessly about or rushed from place to place. He was about to return to his pacing when, as if the gods had heard his plea and taken mercy upon him, he spotted Ahearn himself strolling out of the stables, his steed at him side.
Wildly and heedlessly he threw himself into the window-seat, leaning almost expectantly against the veiled glass. His heart was thumping so madly against him throat that Legolas expected to throw it up at any given moment. His eyes impatiently watched as Ahearn stroked his horse's nose, smiling fondly at the wretched beast.
Legolas had always been secretly jealous of Ahearn's prized beauty. The horse, Arroch he believed it was called, had always been an object of hate to him. Ahearn had spent more time fussing over that damned creature than he ever had with Legolas. He had once wondered if he would get the same amount of love and care if he had four legs and grew a tail. The answer he had guessed was probably yes. If it were a horse, then to Ahearn, it was more important that anything and anyone else in the world. Including his own lover.
Legolas bit his lip in anger and sorrow as he watched his lover strapping his meagre travelling belongings onto the horse before pausing to flash one of his heart-melting smiles, (one of the ones he had used to get Legolas himself,) at a group of young Elven-maidens whom immediately blushed and began giggling amongst themselves. Legolas wanted to hiss at them, ward them away from his lover...
But then... Ahearn wasn't his lover anymore was he?
Legolas had left him. Not the other way about. He had been the one to forsake their love, the one who by running away had refused to bend to his lover's will and decided that he would rather be alone than be subjugated.
So why then did he still feel like Ahearn owned him? And why did he hate it so much if it was all that he wanted?
He tore his eyes away from the well-built figure and shook his head to try and clear his thoughts.
"Get on the horse, Ahearn." He whispered into the silent solitude of his room. "Get on that damned horse. Sii'!" he glared back out of the window. Ahearn was taking one last look about Imladris; as if anything he saw now would give him the answers he sought. Would point him in the right direction to finding his Elf.
His dark eyes lingered a moment too long on the window Legolas sat by, causing the young Elf to freeze in shock and fear, worrying that somehow Ahearn could see him, even through the Elven veil.
He worried in vein. Ahearn turned away with a shake of his head and mounted his horse. With one final fleeting glance he rode off into the forested paths leading away from Imladris. Legolas raised one hand, timidly touching the veiled glass. His other hand clutched unconsciously at his belly, rubbing it soothingly as his innards churned about most nauseatingly.
Don't go. He wanted to cry. Don't leave me alone, Ahearn. I love you! Why did you do this to me? Why did you make me choose the impossible? Do I mean that little to you? Am I never to see you again? Am I never to feel your touch or hear your voice whispering my name tenderly? How can you leave me like this? How can you not care?
With a gag he rushed into the adjoining washroom and heaved uncontrollably into the wash-bowel. His stomach protesting that there was nothing left within it to throw up, but throwing up anyway. An acidic taste filled his mouth and his eyes stung.
Once he had finished, he rinsed his mouth out shakily before returning to the window-seat where he sat slowly and cautiously, feeling ill and unclean. Ahearn had left. Left him, and left Imladris to return to Mirkwood. To return and tell his father whatever he had found out.
Part of him wished that Ahearn were looking for him because he wanted to, because he loved him still and was sorry for what he had done and tried to do. Another part of him laughed and scorned at him, telling him not to be so foolhardy and ignorant of the truth.
Legolas pulled one of the pillows out from beneath him and clutched it tightly to his chest. He curled up like a mere child and watched unseeingly the view from his bedroom window. Birds rose up to meet with the sky and the late autumn sun shone down warmly upon the distant treetops, highlighting their uppermost branches with a silver glow. A warm tear trickled down his face unheeded.
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Elvish:
"Sii'!" : "Now!"
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To Be Continued...?
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Peace,
CS WhiteWolf
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