Another chapter out of the oven for you! Many thanks to those who interacted 3 Once again I apologize for the English. This fanfic was originally written in Portuguese and fully translated by an online application. Happy reading!

Synopsis: Legolas tries to write to his wife and family to tell them that he is going to Mordor. Aragorn, Elladan and Elrohir show up, after all, better to get in the way than help. Right?

Chapter 2: letters, messy braids and a panicked husband

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Aragorn stopped, watched, thought and thought some more before deciding to approach the Elven prince. Normally he wouldn't have any reservations about bothering him, but Legolas seemed...um...seemed...strangely unstable?

For Aragorn, on the whole, Thranduil's eldest son could be considered a controlled elf. Temperamental? Yes. Easily capable of skinning someone with a blunt knife? Yes, too. Able to look at you with the most innocent blue eyes while pulverizing you under a tongue lashing? Always. But unstable? Never. Legolas Greenleaf was always impeccable: long, irritatingly aligned golden hair with two side braids holding the strands away from his eyes; a piercing gaze framed by irritatingly long golden eyelashes; an irritatingly melodious voice like golden bells ready to make irritatingly irritating remarks; a perfectly and irritatingly symmetrical face with irritatingly harmonious features to convince you to do whatever the atrocity of the moment is e...

Ah, well, to recap...for Aragorn, on the whole, Thranduil's eldest son could be considered an irritating elf. Point.

-Legolas - Aragorn muttered, looking over the elf's shoulder - What are you writing there? Or trying to, considering the amount of crumpled papers scattered across this table

The Prince didn't answer, too busy staring at a sheet of paper, holding a fountain pen tightly in his hand as if his life depended on it. Ah, a completely blank sheet of paper, it should be noted. Surrounding the letter that the prince was writing, or as Aragorn had said, trying to write, was a sea of little balls of paper. Discarded letters had already overflowed the garbage can and fallen onto the grass around Legolas' chair and others were rolling across the table in the light breeze from the garden.

- The best routes for the Fellowship of the Ring? Watch duty? - the future King of Men kicked, and when Legolas remained silent he tried to pull out the paper - The pros and cons of making a fire in Mordor? How to avoid being kidnapped by orcs?

The trees rustled, their branches moving almost furiously, causing balls of paper to fly and hit Aragorn directly in the face. Not surprisingly, Legolas was loved by the trees, just as he was loved by the animals of the forest. Aragorn still remembered the fateful day when he had cursed the Elven prince (it's inevitable to want to curse Oropher's descendants, any of them) and a little bird had almost entered his mouth in revenge, preventing him from continuing to speak. Aragorn had a strange aversion to birds ever since.

- Okay! I've got it! I've got it! I won't get in the way of your protected Prince of the Forest! - a nearby branch bounced off and hit Aragorn's ankle - Legolas!

Slowly, with his knuckles smeared with ink, a smudge on his left temple and loose strands of his ever so perfectly manicured braids, Legolas Greenleaf declared, with the voice of an elf who knows he's heading for the gallows:

-A letter for my wife

-What? - the human blinked, still staring furiously at the surrounding trees, which had stopped shaking their branches almost innocently

- "A letter to my wife," the elf repeated, holding the bridge of his nose with ink-smeared fingers, "explaining to her why one fine day I decided to go to Mordor." Legolas glared at Aragorn with such a cutting look that the human was sure he had lost at least 250 years of his life, and he didn't even have that to lose.

-Ah, that makes perfect sense. Only Evalin could make you feel that way." Aragorn gave a barely contained chuckle and didn't disagree with the statement, after all, Gandalf was a smoker. And a skilled one at that.

Legolas leaned over, banged his forehead on the tabletop and stood there in deep disgrace, his blond hair framing an expression (beautiful, by the way) of agony. The trees leaned towards him, their branches swaying gently in an attempt to console the Prince of the Forest. I should call in a painter to immortalize the scene," thought Aragorn reflectively. The elves would pay very well for that.

Aragorn stretched out his hand and gathered up a few balls of paper discarded by the suffering elf and opened them, lining them up next to each other to read. Legolas didn't even protest, too busy sinking into agony and commiseration.

-Let's look at your lack of progress.

My darling (Discarded)

My love (crossed out)

Evalin, light of my life (discarded)

Owner of my heart (crossed out)

Eva

I have arrived safely in Valfenda. I'm going to Mordor (completely discarded, torn, incinerated)

Amarth (*lost in elvish)

I have arrived safely in Valfenda. And since I know that this would be the moment when you would check my body for injuries, I'm going to describe to you my current state: unharmed, but mad with longing. And I'm going to miss you even more, do you know where? In Mordor. (???????)

- That's shameful - Aragorn grimaced

- "I didn't ask for and don't want the opinion of humans who can't even sort out their own love lives," Legolas muttered against the tabletop.

- You know, princes are supposed to be good with words and...

- And you, a future King of Men, have you ever thought of all the words you'll have to put together to form a sentence, then a paragraph and finally a whole speech to explain to Lord Elrond how you intend to marry his daughter?

- That's not the point here," the human grumbled, crossing his arms.

- Aren't future kings supposed to be good with words? Beren and Lúthien did better than you e...

- I hate you

Legolas just gave him a bored, not at all shaken look.

Mumbling a multitude of "annoying elf!", of "that's why nobody likes elves! Only Arwen, of course" and 'At the first opportunity I'm going to throw that elf into Mount Doom!', but shutting up immediately after a squirrel threw a nut at his nose, Aragorn pouted and threw himself down on the grass next to Legolas' chair.

He began to hear the sound of a fountain pen on paper for long enough to write four words. The sound stopped. It resumed for two more words. It stopped again. And finally, the unmistakable sound of paper being torn followed by the equally unmistakable sound of suffering.

- For the love of the Valar, Legolas! This is the twenty-seventh letter you've tried to write. At this rate, you'll still be trying to explain yourself to Evalin on the way to Mordor

- "I'm not trying to explain myself to her, Estel," said Legolas, pulling a bottle of wine out of the beyond at the sound of the word "Mordor", ignoring the goblet that had also appeared from the beyond, and pouring the contents straight from the neck. - As soon as Eva hears the news, she'll know exactly why I made the decision I did

- So you're trying to choose the best words so as not to arouse your wife's fury? Nobody wants to sleep on the sofa for the rest of eternity, especially you who practically eat out of Evalin's hand

- That last part is true - Legolas agreed, looking absolutely pleased with himself and the fact that yes, of course, he did eat out of his wife's hand

- And who wouldn't want to eat out of Evalin's hand? - a new voice spoke up and Dan appeared arm in arm with his brother, both with identical smiles on their faces

- I don't know how, because we're much prettier, dear brother - and then he looked around suspiciously as the branches swayed gently, as if laughing at the statement.

- "Tell lies that you can support, Elrohir," Legolas gestured with one hand, completely disdainful and disinterested, knowing that he was always the most handsome being in the room and used to it. With his other hand he went back to writing on the paper, paying as much attention to the twins as he would to a stone on the ground

Elrohir even tried to pull out the paper but gave up when he was slapped on the hand and walked away with a grumble. Elladan also took a chance, approached and tried to grab one of the prince's braids, but when his wrist was grabbed and twisted he immediately surrendered, grumbling.

Then, since trying to attract Legolas' attention had no effect, as he remained resolute in his task, the twins turned their attention to the human lying on the ground.

- Estel, little brother - Elladan nudged Aragorn with his boot - Why is Legolas wearing a crooked braid? It's suspicious, to say the least, when it comes to him. His hair is always perfect! I nearly lost my arm just now trying to touch it!

- He's writing a letter to his wife," I said simply.

- "Aaaaaaah, that makes sense," laughed Elrohir. "Only Evalin could make him look like that.

- "I said the same thing," said Aragorn wistfully.

- "It's an honor for me to be broken by my wife," said Legolas, wrinkling his nose.

- "Evalin could break your nose and you'd still thank her and comment on how soft her hands were while she was doing it, Legolas.

- They would be - the prince agreed - My wife does have very soft hands.

- Why don't you add that to the letter? - Dan suggested wistfully. "It says she can punch you in the nose with her soft hands as soon as you get back from Mordor.

- I miss my wife," Legolas murmured, with such a sad and longing expression on his handsome features that some of the elves passing by at that moment put one hand over their hearts and dried their eyes with the other. And he took another sip of wine to the sound of "Mordor".

- Oh for the love of the Valar! These elves would take you back to Greewnood in their arms if you let them" grumbled Elrohir.

- What elves? What elves? - Legolas looked confusedly at his younger twin, not having noticed any elves. "Besides, no one touches me but my wife, Elrodion," the prince gave him a serious look of reprimand, as if Elrohir had nothing in his head but a smooth brain like a chicken breast.

- Why don't you go back and try to write about your journey to Mordor? - Ro snorted

Legolas immediately took another sip of wine straight from the bottle when he heard "Mordor", cast a dangerous glance at the three friends gathered around him and returned his attention to the paper in front of him containing a total of 6 words.

- My love - recited Elladan, using the voices in his own head as a source - I offered my bow to the Fellowship of the Ring, but my arrow will always be yours - and started laughing to himself

- You know what's worse? - Legolas laughed - Eva would laugh.

- Just before punching him in the nose with his soft hands

Legolas ran his finger along the tip of her nose, as if to be close to his wife he would accept even a punch.

- Now get out of here - Legolas gestured to nowhere in particular - I'm busy. I need to write to my wife. My children. My father. My brother. My wife, again, and...

- Not busy, you're defeated - Aragorn pointed out helpfully

- It's an honor for me to be defeated by my wife," the prince wiggled his nose.

- In this case, for a role for your wife. The mighty Elven prince of Greenwood, the finest archer Middle-earth has ever produced and an important member of his father's court - defeated by a piece of paper and a pen - the future king of men couldn't stop a smile from forming and Dan and Ro giggled - Ah, that's lovely to see

- Don't look so pleased - Legolas looked up briefly and gave them a macabre look from under his golden eyelashes - They'll blame you

- What? - Aragorn felt the hairs on his arms stand on end and broke out in a cold sweat

- My greatest fear in writing this letter is not that Eva will be angry with me, just like Ada. It's because I know I'm going to make them suffer for a decision I made. I mean, for a decision - and then Legolas smiled. A completely delighted and satisfied smile, with dimples appearing and lighting up his whole expression. And completely terrifying Aragorn and the twins.

And in that mischievous smile, in that declaration made simply and calmly, Aragorn realized: Legolas was right.

Thranduil and Evalin would blame him. And so would Dan and Ro. The statement landed like an arrow right in the middle of Aragorn's forehead, and with another arrow going through the first, it's important to note. The Elven King's Little Leaf was never wrong, he was never guilty of anything. Aragorn strongly suspected that Thranduil had ever even raised his voice to Legolas and if he had, he would have immediately apologized, no matter how much (and it was usually a lot) Legolas deserved it.

But Aragorn? He wasn't in such high esteem with the Elven King. In fact, he was of no account at all. Thranduil didn't even like him! As he was human, even if a human with a longer than usual life expectancy, Aragorn was still mortal and would therefore one day die and, well, cause Legolas to suffer - something Thranduil vehemently disapproved of. Aragorn hadn't witnessed one of Thranduil's "outbursts of humor", but he had already felt the ground shake beneath his feet. And now Aragorn hadn't stopped Legolas from joining the society. Aragorn was leading the Elven King's heir into danger and imminent death with Gandalf the Smoker and 7 inept mortals.

And Evalin? Well, the princess was small by Elven standards and wasn't a warrior like her father-in-law and husband were. Evalin, in fact, was an artist - she sang and danced at court and in the theaters of Greenwood, enchanting and seducing everyone. But people knew better than to underestimate her delicate exterior. Evalin Greenleaf was completely ferocious. She could bend a man twice her size with just that look of different colors, her fierce smile with her full lips painted red and her sweet voice, always used in enchanting tones. And Aragorn hadn't stopped her husband from joining the society. Aragorn was leading the father of her children into danger and imminent death with Gandalf the Smoker and 7 inept mortals.

So, in more direct words: Aragorn, heir to the throne of Gondor, adopted son of Lord Elrond of Valfenda and trained warrior, was totally and definitively doomed.

Just as Elrond's twins were doomed, with identical expressions of terror paralyzing their identical faces. These two, thought the future King of Men, might even occupy some place (albeit an extremely low one) in Thranduil's concept of them as sons of who they are, but they had already brought so much trouble to the King while staying at Greenwood Palace that Thranduil didn't want to see them even covered in gold - which was a lot, considering the Elven King and his passion for valuable items.

Spoiled prince - that was Aragorn's last thought before giving in to the despair of a man who knows the end is near.

And that's how Elrond found his four friends. Aragorn prostrate on the ground like a corpse, as if waiting for the earth to take him before Thranduil did. Elrohir and Elladan around the body of their younger brother, arguing furiously and putting forward unconvincing arguments about the Elven King's supposed mercy. And Legolas, who until then had been standing still with a completely smug look on his face, changed his expression in a matter of milliseconds when he saw the Lord of Valfend approaching.

Legolas looked at Elrond with such a look of wide-eyed innocence in his blue eyes that the lord almost believed him to be nothing more than an elf who had never done anything wrong in his life. For a brief moment, very brief indeed, he almost felt bad for Thranduil. There was no way he wouldn't have left his father completely ragged, mad and gray (even though he wasn't aging).

- Prince Legolas - greeted the lord, turning away from his three ragged sons - I don't suppose I could persuade you not to go to Mordor, could I?

- That's right, my lord - Legolas took another sip of wine to the sound of "Mordor" - You won't succeed

- Not even knowing that Greenwood is going to turn Valfenda into a pile of smoking rocks? - Elrond looked anxious as he said this, wringing his hands

- Oh, Galion and Thoronthur will manage - the prince shrugged as if it were no big deal - I'm doing this for my family, Elrond. The shadow draws ever closer, my kingdom is already suffering countless attacks. I want to be able to provide a safe place for those I love, and if I have to walk to Mordor to do that, then so be it.

- "Very noble of you, Your Highness," Elrond smiled, even if it was an anxious smile, "Greenwood is lucky to have you as its prince. But it seems that your father's departure will leave me childless

- "But ada," Elrohir frowned, "of course we are doomed, but of all of us, you will be the most guilty.

And so it was that Legolas Greenleaf managed to drive yet another Elven lord mad. Poor Lord Elrond.