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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 7: Revelations

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The dawning day was humid, the air about him heavy with the promise of rain. His footsteps, though light and sure, could not help but leave tiny imprints in the still dew-wet soils of the forest. The sky was dull, night not entirely ready to give itself up to the sun and the assurance of what was sure to be another summer-like day.

Legolas closed his eyes and allowed himself to indulge in the sheer luxury of once again being outdoors. It had only been a few days that he was room-bound, but it had felt like an eternity to his adventurous soul. The wind whispered through the trees, playing with the golden red and brown leaves and the thin blades of grasses. It slinked past his body, tugging lightly at his fair hair and tickling his face.

A bird high up above released its melodic tune and the Elven prince found himself looking eagerly into the trees, searching for the creature. Before he could lay eyes on it however, the singing stopped and the only sound to interrupt the silence was that of the wind, the surrounding waterfalls, and the nearby plunge-pool. All else was quiet and peaceful. Legolas raised his voice in an Elvish song that he had once learned when he was but a young child; his voice light and lilting in a bid to entice the bird that had sung to sing once again.

"Ba dheas an lá go oíche

Na glórtha binne i mo thaobh

'S aoibhneas i gach áit gan gruaim

Áthas ar mo chroí go deo

He-a-ro

He-a-o-ro"

He paused a moment, his eyes flickering about the ancient trees of Imladris, waiting in hope. The sky began to lighten further and after a couple more seconds delay the haunting melody of the bird began once again. Legolas was this time able to trace the echoing sound back to the creature that was making it. It sat high up in a great pine, about as small as his hand, from beak to tail. Its plumage was a faded brown in colour with a shaded breast. He recognised it immediately. 'Twas a nightingale, of a breed that was only usually seen in the forests of Mirkwood, his home. Strange that one should be singing so far from its own home. The bird paused in its song a moment, before continuing. It kept staring and stopping, as if unsure of itself.

Legolas found he knew how they bird felt and to help it in its song, he began his own once again, "He-a-ro, he-a-o-ro..."

The nightingale paused once more and cocked its head as if to better look at him. It flew down a few branches and twittered some more keys, waiting to see if the Elf would keep on singing. Legolas obliged:

"Ma shiúlaim ó na laetha beo

An ghrian 's an ghealach ar mo chúl

Níl uaim ach smaointe ó mo shaoil

Deora ar mo chroí go brón

He-a-ro

He-a-ro

He-a-o-ro"

The nightingale watched him suspiciously before flying down towards him. The Elf held out his hand and with sudden trusting, the bird landed upon it. It twittered distractedly, taking in everything about the Elf it was perched upon. Legolas smiled kindly at the little creature, listening avidly to its sweet little song. It reminded him of his home in the great woods of Mirkwood, both the bird and the tune it sang.

Sadly, Legolas contemplated his predicament. How long was it to be until he could return to his homelands? It was true that he had not yet been away for long, and that he had been away with hunting parties for much longer periods, but this time was different. This time he was without his friends and companions, this time he didn't know when he would be able to return and if he would be welcomed if he were to attempt to.

The bird abruptly stopped its song and suddenly sprang into the air, fluttering its wings and disappearing into the dense canopy of branches and foliage above. Legolas' hands shot up to make sure the hood of his cloak were covering his head and part of his face, before bracing himself to the presence he felt approaching.

"Who art thou, Stranger?" came a voice from his immediate left. He congratulated himself on not showing his slight surprise that there was indeed someone near him.

"Will thy not tell us a name?" came the voice again when Legolas did not answer. A memory stirred inside his mind at the sound of the voice.

"Will you not show thyself to me? Who am I to answer to, friend?" Legolas replied, hoping indeed that it were friend and not foe he were speaking to.

A lithe figure stepped out into the clearing. He was clad in the garments of an Elven warrior lord, though the only weapons he had with him were his twin blades, strapped to his sides, ready to be used at a moments notice.

The Prince of Mirkwood smiled a secret smile, for he recognised the braided dark hair of the Elf that stood before him. The face was carved into perfection, and there was a prideful gleam in the young lord's dark eyes.

"Lord Elrohir." He greeted, still not removing his cloak or giving any indication that he was about to reveal his true identity. "And where be Lord Elladan? For I have not yet seen one without the other, save on the odd occasion of strife between you two."

"You speak as though you know me, Stranger, and yet I have not yet learned your name."

"You know my name, my lord. You have just not remembered it." Legolas was grinning behind his disguise. It was nice to see his old friend looking ever so slightly perplexed.

"Perhaps you would do me the honour of removing thy hood so that I may see your face and thus remember you name?" suggested the young lord of Imladris.

Legolas laughed. "Nay, for that would be too easy. Come my lord! For surely you have not forgotten a distant friend! It cannot be that long since last you heard my voice!"

"It must have been, for as beautiful as thy voice is and though I can remember it like a far distant song in my heart, I cannot put a face to it!"

"You make me pout, dearest Elrohir. For I remember you telling me before last I parted these lands on dissimilar circumstances, that you would never forget me, nor my voice, and that when you heard the leaves whispering in the great trees and when the music of the waterfalls tried to lull you and soothe your soul, you would remember me and the sound of my voice and tell them that they could not compare."

Recognition sparked onto the dark-haired Elf's face. "By the Valar! 'Tis you! Legolas Greenleaf! Show me thy face so that I may believe 'tis true!"

Legolas laughed and drew his hood back a little, just enough for the Elf to see and acknowledge his face, but not far enough so that it were to uncover his head.

Elrohir rushed up to him, and forgetting all manners of civility and dignity, launched himself into the younger Elf's arms, hugging him lightly to his body. Legolas laughed louder, hugging the older Elf back before they both pulled away.

"How came it to be that I was unaware of your presence in Imladris? When did you arrive, and where was your travelling party?"

Legolas' smile faltered and with it Elrohir's eyes narrowed. The young Elven lord's eyes searched his own before he spoke, his voice calmer and taking on the tone that Legolas remembered ever so well. Elrohir used it whenever he was in argument or discussion. It was powerful, intimidating, protective and soothing in the one. It usually got him his own way.

"You had no travelling party, did you?" he asked, the beginnings of a frown evident on his pale face.

"My arrival and stay in Imladris is not to be known by many."

Elrohir remained silent, knowing that the younger Elf would continue, and revelling in the fact that he still partly knew the Mirkwood Elf even after so long apart.

"I have sought the sanctuary of Imladris." Legolas spoke simply and seriously, not meeting his eyes. He would say only that and discuss the matter no further if he could help it.

Elrohir nearly stepped back. "You tell untruths! Tell me you only speak thus to humour my person? I implore you!"

The Prince of Mirkwood became suddenly serious, his tone grim yet civil, "I speak no untruths, and will converse no more on the topic. Now I implore you, Elrohir my old friend, hold your tongue and breath not a word that I am within the safe boarders of your father's lands."

Elrohir opened his mouth to speak once again but was stopped by the delicate hand of Legolas as he placed it over the older Elf's mouth and raised his eyebrows seriously. Elrohir sighed in submission and Legolas removed his hand.

"You have yet to answer my earlier question, Elrohir." Legolas began, changing the subject with less subtlety than he would have preferred. "Where be thou brother? Where is Elladan?"

"Watching over you as usual, my Prince," a voice laughed at him in answer, and Legolas' head snapped up towards the trees above. Sure as leaves fall in the autumn, Elladan – man-of-the-stars – sat perched contently upon a branch, overlooking the scene below.

His face was as beautiful as his brother's, yet had a stubbornness to his jaw and a hardness to his eyes that made Elrohir stand out even more when in comparison.

"Why sit up there?" Legolas questioned thoughtfully. Raising his hand to shield his eyes from the glow of the morning's sunlight.

"To give you and my brother time to... reunite." His voice was mocking and a sneer turned up the corners of his mouth. The look was fleeting and Legolas was unsure if he had seen it at all. The older of the Elven twins jumped nimbly from his perch, landing steadily on his feet before Legolas. He held out his arm in the custom greeting and Legolas responded politely.

"You need not have bothered." The Prince of Mirkwood responded to Elladan's statement. "That was a long time ago, and far into the past."

"If you say so," he said nonchalantly, brushing a few strays of hair back from his face.

"I do." Replied Legolas firmly.

"Elladan, stop teasing him!" Elrohir stepped between them, scorning his brother whom just laughed lightly. Elrohir turned to Legolas:

"My brother and I were about to go take a swim, the day promises to be warm once again. 'Tis unusual do you not think?"

"Most unusual, but not unwelcome." He agreed. Legolas liked the warm weather; it was lightening to his spirits and brought with it none of Winter's miseries.

"Would that you join us?" Asked Elladan cheerfully, a lopsided grin on his face.

"I- no, I think perhaps not. I care little for swimming today." Said Legolas hurriedly.

"Why ever not? Do I not recall how much you loved to bathe in the fresh waters of Imladris?" Elladan put on one of his sulky face but was only able to hold it for a mere few seconds before laughing, "Come now! 'Tis not even as if it's cold! This day promises to be as warm as any day of summer."

The Prince of Mirkwood rolled his eyes. "I do not wish to swim today. I mean no offence, if offence is what you take. I'd just rather not." He shrugged casually.

Elladan smiled cheekily, "We could always throw you in, clothes and all."

"I doubt I would find that very amusing." Responded Legolas with a small smile as the twins circled him playfully as if hunting him.

"Nay, you wouldn't, but we very much would." Laughed the older of the two.

Legolas glared sardonically at him, turning his body to face the circling Elf, and carelessly leaving his back open. He hadn't intended for Elrohir to grab him from behind, arms circling his ever-thickening waist, hands splaying over his stomach, with the motive to make-true their threat.

Legolas froze in the action and so did Elrohir as something within the Mirkwood Elf's belly gave a small thrust, the motion was clearly felt by the Imladris Elf. Legolas could feel all colour drain from his face as he realised what had just occurred. He wrenched himself out of the hold and looked into his friend's face. The dark-haired Elf had a look of pure shock on his face, which was slowly ebbing into comprehension.

Legolas stumbled backwards as Elrohir gasped in understanding. For the first time in the Elven Prince's life he cursed in the presence of others. Elrohir met his eyes. He knew! Legolas turned and fled from the clearing before either Elf could stop or question him.

And what had the Imladris lord learned? He had just learned that the Elven Prince of Mirkwood was with child. Legolas Greenleaf was pregnant.

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Translations(s):

The song Legolas sings is called: Deora ar mo chroí (Tears on my heart) and is by Enya. The English translation is as follows:

How beautiful the day and night;

The earth is singing in the wind,

The voices rise and touch the sky

Telling all the earth's believing,

And in the night sighs fall down,

And from the skies sighs fall down on me

And when I move away from view

My voice is singing in the wind,

It rises up to touch the sky

Telling all that I believe in,

And from the night earth shall sing,

And from the night earth shall sing,

And from the night earth shall sing again.

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