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Legolas

I have been summoned to Minas Tirith. Perhaps ordered is a better way of putting it. The missive from Aragorn did not ask for my presence, he told me I would present myself. It makes me wish to run in the other direction, go and visit Gimli, anything but do as he tells me. But as well as my friend, he is my liege lord here and he did not elaborate as to why he wished to see me. It could be important and I have people under my protection. I have no choice but to go, as well he knows.

I am met at the gates by the Captain of his guards, so I have no opportunity to simply slide off through the city to find my own way to my rooms.

"The King has asked me to escort you to his study My Lord," he says and he will not be swayed by my arguments that I can find the study myself. Obviously Aragorn is giving me no chance to escape.

I do not want to meet him now, I am tired from the road, in fact I am tired all the time. I cannot remember when I last slept. Days, weeks ago, it was I think. For I am haunted by dreams of Elrohir, endless nightmares of him with the lover I saw in Imladris, dreams where he says he does not love me, dreams where he betrays me. I have given up trying to deal with them. Now I just avoid sleep altogether. It has left me drained and exhausted . My mind does not function, I cannot think, and the thoughts I do have make no sense at all. They are jagged, random things that do not fit together.

It feels as though I am unravelling slowly, bit by bit, every day another piece of Legolas disappears.

Still the guard will take no excuses, I have no option but to face Aragorn now.

As soon as the door swings open I see exactly why he has called me here.

He has tricked me.

Elrohir is here.

"Legolas!" He cries and he comes towards me, arms open to embrace me in welcome. I do not want this, I do not! Pictures of him with the girl flit through my mind and I back away, I push him off,

"Dont!"

He stands before me, arms dropped loosely at his side, confusion in his eyes.

"I have missed you." He says quietly.

"I am sure you have." I cannot keep the sarcasm from my voice.

"Legolas, it is good to see you, are you well?"

It is Glorfindel who interrupts our awkward exchange. I am surprised to see him, he never comes here. But then I notice Elladan sat beside him. How did I not see him before -truly sometimes it feels as if I am going mad- so Glorfindel has brought Elladan to me as he promised.

Elladan looks, to my eyes, tired and burdoned, worse than when I saw him last, and I can feel the sea clinging to him from where I stand. My sea. I am over whelmed by a sense of yearning. I want it back, I must have it back!

"Legolas?" I realise suddenly I have not answered Glorfindel and now I cannot remember what it was he asked me. If only my mind would keep it's focus but at the moment I can think of nothing but reclaiming the sea.

"I am sorry?" I have to ask him to repeat himself, and he frowns with concern and rises to stand beside me. His hand on my shoulder.

"Are you well?" He repeats, and his expression is grave.

"Yes." I answer quickly, "Yes I am well." For how do I explain the tiredness, the sorrow and despair from the loss of Elrohir, the strange jumbling of my thoughts into a chaos I cannot find my way through.

"I think all of us here doubt that." It is Aragorn. I am angry with him, how dare he lure me here to face this.

"Doubt all you like," I snap, "It does not make it any less the truth."

Elrohir still stands awkwardly, as if he is unsure what to do next. In the end he indicates the empty chair beside him,

"Will you sit? You look tired." I have no choice, there is nowhere else to sit and I will look an idiot if I remain standing.

"I am tired,"I say, "because I have ridden here at pace thinking some emergency had befallen us and I find it is only Aragorn arranging a family reunion. I am not your family so you could have left me out of it."

"I would have thought you were very much a part of our family." Aragorn replies smoothly, but I am not finished with feeling hard done by and continue to spill my bad feeling.

"Then I am escorted here like a prisoner, when all I wished for was rest. I am a prisoner here Aragorn? Or can I leave of my own accord."

He frowns then and leans forward peering into my eyes.

"You are not a prisioner, obviously Legolas. That is melodramatic. But sometimes I must force you to do what is best for you. We are worried about you."

I leap back to my feet in an instant. I do not want to be here and I do not wish to hear this. A wave of anger, frustration, pain, engulfs me. The words I wish to say swamp me in a confused rush of thoughts, ideas and feelings.

"Do not worry about me. Worry about yourselves. Can I leave? Will you bind me here in chains. Can I go and get the rest I require or will you hold me here until I collapse?"

He sighs then, loudly,

"Go and get rest if it is what you need. I assume I can trust you not to try and flee, that I do not need to assign you a personal guard. Know that I will do if I feel it necessary."

That infuriates me beyond measure, who does he think he is?

"Are you my friend or my jailer, Aragorn?"

"Your friend, always your friend Legolas."

"Then act like one!" I move towards the door, I cannot get out of here fast enough.

Elrohir reaches out as I go, his fingers brushing against my sleeve, but when I spin round to glare at him he drops his arm, and so he should, traitor that he is.

Before I shut the door behind me I hear Aragorn's words to the others, tired, burdoned words.

"You see what I mean." He says. I do not stay longer to hear their response.

Perhaps Elrohir could tell them what he has done. I do not for a moment think he will.

I retreat to my room and the solitude is a relief. I do not wish to face any of them. It hurts too much and I cannot control the emotions that flood my mind. It is as if eveything I think and feel descends upon me at the same time. I try to rest but I cannot sleep and I cannot shut down the constant whirring of my mind. I will not think of Elrohir, I will not, I will not. Of course I do.

I want him to hold me, he would help me sleep, he would take away this confusion, slow down my thoughts, comfort me. But he will not do that, will he for he has found another. Perhaps he has been with her all the time I have known him, behind my back. Perhaps our love has only ever been a charade. I cannot even remember what it felt like any more.

There is a knock on the door, the sound cutting through my thoughts like a knife. I am pleased to be rid of them, they were not pleasant, and so I rise and open the door.

It is Elrohir who stands there. I think I knew it would be him.

"May I come in?" He is hesitant.

I do not answer but wave my arm to indicate he can enter. What is the point of keeping him out? We have to discuss this sometime.

"What is wrong Legolas?" he asks as soon as the door closes behind him.

"What have I done? Please tell me so I can fix it. You are angry, why?"

"Why? You really have to ask me that?"

"Yes," he says solomn and grave. "We were happy and then suddenly...this. I have no clue."

"Who is Elhadrel?" I cut straight to the chase, I will force him to confess.

"Elhadrel?" He pretends confusion but I know it is just a delaying tactic.

"Elhadrel. Your lover. Do not pretend not to know her for I have seen you."

"Elhadrel from Lothlorien?" He laughs then, I have caught him out and he is laughing at me.

"She is a friend of mine, from my youth. She is sweet enough, my father I think wanted to saddle me with her in my wilder days. That would never have worked. She is pleasant enough company but oh so boring."

"A friend?" I wonder why he is bothering to deny this. Does he not have the fortitude to at least be honest?

"Well, a lover at one stage...well before you. Once you came along she became...rather uninteresting!"

"Until lately? Or have you been carrying it on all this time?"

"What are you saying?" His smile vanishes as he realises I will not be fooled.

"I know, Elrohir. There is no point you denying this. I have seen you."

"Seen me what? Talking to her? For that is all I have done with her for years. Have you lost your mind?"

"Only talking?" I know it was more than that. I know it. All the images in my head float past my eyes, all of them more and more explicit, which ones did I actually see and which were dreams? I can no longer tell. I am engulfed by a rush of anger.

"How dare you!" I push at him and it takes him by surprise, he stumbles back into the wall. "How dare you do this to me. How dare you lie. How dare you hurt me like this. Go to her then for I do not want you, I do not want you Elrohir!"

"Legolas..." he holds out his hands, "I do not know what you have seen but it is nothing. She is unimportant. If only you had come to me with this I would have explained. There is only you for this why you have not been answering my letters?"

"You lie!" I am so angry, so very, very, angry, and hurt. My heart aches. I swing at him with my fists for suddenly I wish to make him hurt as much as I am hurting.

I connect with his jaw and he sways back, staggering slightly, holding his hand to his face.

"Get out!" I scream all my rage, all that has bottled up inside for so long. "Get out and stay away from me. I know your betrayal. Just leave me alone...go to her since you want her!" And I advance on him again. I will pound him into a pulp to get rid of this anger.

He backs away, eyes wide, confused, frightened and he fumbles to open the door.

"I have done nothing Legolas, I love you...I will always love you, there is noone else...please!"

But I will not listen to his lies. I do not want to hear it, I know what is true.

"Get out! Get out!" I scream, "Or I will hurt you as I have been hurting. Get out!"

And he does...he turns and runs, slamming the door behind him, leaving me alone, hurt, devastated.

It is true then.

We are over.