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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 10: The Restless Calm
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Even in his state of fatigue, sleep continued to evade him. It had to be close to morn by now, for he had been tossing about the bed for hours. His eyes itched terribly and his head ached with the lack of rest. Such a restless night of worry. Legolas Greenleaf turned onto his side, pulling the covers up to his chin and curling himself into a ball. He closed his eyes and wished once more for sleep to take him before he would have to rise for his meeting with the Elven Lord Elrond.
But sleep continued to elude him.
With a frustrated sigh, Legolas pushed the covers away and lurched to his feet, wave upon wave of dizziness suddenly overwhelming him. He grabbed at the bedpost, holding onto it like an anchor as he awaited the spell to pass. It did, though somewhat reluctantly. He pushed his fingers to his temples, massaging them gently in the hopes of relaxing himself.
After a few minutes he felt his head begin to clear, he stumbled forward for a few steps before finding himself standing before the mirror. In the dim light of his room, the young princling could just make out his gaunt features, pale and thinning. Eyes dark with seemingly darker rings about them. He stepped back in shock. He looked ghastly.
He retreated to his bedside, lighting a small candle before returning to the mirror. In the flickering orange glow he didn't look too much worse. He berated himself, he could not allow himself in the Lord of Imladris' presence looking like this. Mayhap he could delay their meeting one the grounds of illness?
"This appointment is inflexible and I expect for you to be punctual."
Legolas sighed heavily. Besides, it was not common for Elves to get ill, and Lord Elrond would probably know he was feigning it if he tried anyway.
He looked into his eyes, dark with worry, shadowed with fear. Was this the cause of such a restless night due to the forebodings of this mornings meeting?
Who are you? Asked his inner voice. He paused for a moment, thinking of the answer.
"I am the crowned prince of Mirkwood, Legolas Greenleaf." He answered aloud, watching as his mouth formed the words he was speaking.
And where are you?
"I am in the Last Homely House of Lord Elrond of Imladris."
Why are you here? Persisted the voice. Legolas gave a ghost of a smile as he realised what he was doing.
"To seek sanctuary." His smile faltered somewhat as another question entered his mind.
Why?
Why indeed. He felt unprovoked anger rise up within him. Teeth clenching as he seethed his answer. "Because that bastard of a lord-" he wavered in his words as images of Ahearn entered his mind. His heart panged and his eyes prickled but he was unsure whether from love or hate, frustration and hurt. "I seek sanctuary because I am pregnant. It is my child's one chance of survival."
So why was he so worried about it then? Ah, his foolhardiness yesterday had revealed his delicate state to Elrohir. Why was this necessarily a bad thing? He knew inwardly that Elrohir was not foolish enough to go to the lord Elrond without sufficient evidence, which meant what for him? That he would have to avoid the young lord? The thought didn't sit too well with him. He enjoyed Elrohir's company, they had always gotten along together and it would have been nice if he could have had said company during his stay here, if sanctuary was granted on a more definite basis.
What of Elladan then? He too would have to be evaded, for Elrohir would have surely told him his suspicions. For there was no mistaking that look of undisguised shock on Elrohir's face when he held Legolas' stomach and felt that kick.
He would be fine. Everything would work out. Elrohir would not have told his father yet and Elladan would follow his brother's example. So everything would be ok. He sighed heavily to himself, the most important reason in favour of informing the Elven lord failing to reach his mind: what was he going to do when the baby was due?
The darkness in his room slowly receded to a pre-dawn dimness before giving in finally to the faint light of morning. Legolas had dressed himself in a pair of dark leggings and a loosely fitted shirt of baby blue. His hair was braided in his customary lace style.
Not long after dawn, Abie arrived with some food for him. The young Elf thanked her but said that he was not hungry. Abie looked worriedly into his less than attractive features and tried to cajole him into eating even a bit of bread and cheese, perhaps even some of the broth? But Legolas had to decline. That was when the strangest of things happened. The array of smells cast off by the food seemed almost to offend him and his stomach heaved unhealthily. He stepped back a little, trying to distance himself from the steaming fumes of the broth. It was not for happening. The steam rose up and seemed almost to follow him. His stomach heaved once more and bile rose up into his throat.
"Please, excuse me," said Legolas as Abie launched into a fresh wave of coaxing. He hurried away into the washroom, once again using the wash bowel to heave into.
He returned to the main room, paler and shaky. The maid looked worried, she made him sip down and handed him a glass of water which he sipped sparingly at whilst she checked his temperature and asked him how he was and whether he would like to go an see the Healers or not.
The young prince forced a smile, declining. "I am alright, my thanks for the concern."
Abie didn't look convinced, and Legolas hesitated despite himself. "I- I am fine, truly. I am just anxious about my meeting with Lord Elrond."
The female Elf relaxed slightly, but her sharp eyes carefully took in his pale and weakened form. "Very well then, my prince. I shall leave you for now."
Thanking her once again, he watched as she bowed her head respectfully before leaving his rooms. Legolas closed the door, noting that she had left the tray of food upon the table. The young Elf felt a fresh wave of sickness overwhelm him and he ran to have up his already empty stomach.
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To Be Continued...?
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