Title: Alliances of the Heart Author: Soar (soar38@hotmail.com) Pairing: Legolas/Aragorn Rating: NC-17 Summary: Can Aragorn and Legolas overcome all obstacles on the path to true love? Disclaimer: I don't know any of the characters that you recognise. Warning: Contains scenes of Non-Con, Rape and graphic violence Authors Note: This story features MPREG. Title: Alliances of the Heart Author (including email): Soar soar38@hotmail.com Pairing(s):Legolas/Aragorn Rating: NC-17 Summary: Can Aragorn and Legolas overcome all obstacles on the path to true love. Disclaimer: I don't know any of the characters that you recognise. Warning (only if necessary): Contains scenes of Non-Con, Rape and graphic violence Authors Note: This story features MPREG. Chapter 1 In a large armchair by a roaring fire a lone figure sat pensively. His thoughts were disturbed however by the entrance of another. "The preparations are complete my son, all is ready for tonight." Lord Elrond said to his foster son, Aragorn, Crown Prince of Gondor. Aragorn heaved a sigh. "Are you sure you wish to go ahead with this my son?" Elrond questioned as he approached the young man. "No I do not wish to go ahead with this, in much the same way as I do not wish to be crowned King in a few months, yet you and I both know it is necessary. I must be crowned King, and I must marry and beget heirs for the kingdom." Aragorn rose gracefully from the chair and moved to look out of the windows. A variety of banners hung from every possible place around the castle in preparation for tonight's festivities. Every available potential partner and their families would be here tonight so that the future King of Gondor might choose who would rule at his side. Aragorn winced as he thought of all the pushy mothers thrusting their children at him in the hopes that their offspring should be the one to capture his interest. He wished it were not so, and knew that if he so much as hinted it, Lord Elrond would whisk him away to Rivendell, the place where he grew up under the loving hand of the Elven Lord. Then remorse struck him as he remembered the look of relief and joy of the old Steward Denethor's face when Aragorn had arrived a mere year ago to prepare for his crowning upon his reaching the mature age of 25. The past year has been spent learning the ways of his kingdom, the duties that would be his upon his attaining the crown, and Denethor could not stress enough the need for a partner who would assist him, and provide the heirs his kingdom needed for it's own security. Hence this ball. Mere weeks from his coronation Denethor had suggested that the ball be the perfect opportunity for him to meet someone and for negotiations with the family to begin so that the wedding could be arranged as soon as possible. Aragorn heaved one more sigh, and then straightening his shoulders turned to face his foster father. "Well, time is flying, I suppose now would be a good time for me to make myself ready for tonight." Elrond nodded in acquiescence and left his son to call upon his valet. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When Aragorn was finally ready to make his entrance things were well underway. He could hear the music being played by a small orchestra, and he resisted the urge to fidget as his herald announced his presence. He heard the music cease and as he stepped out on to the topmost step he felt every pair of eyes turn to face him. Once again Aragorn asked himself why he hadn't just run away back to Rivendell to live out the rest of his life hunting Orc with his brothers. He stiffened his resolve and his spine and moved forwards, slowly descending. Out of the corner of his eye he spied some mamas already trying to push their children to the front in order to catch his attention more swiftly. Some young maidens giggled and hid their features behind decorative fans whilst their eyes appraised him. As Aragorn reached the last few steps he noticed a slight disturbance to his right. He turned and saw a young elf being pushed towards him. However the elf had his head downcast and was subtly trying to resist whoever was pushing him. The blonde head rose for a moment and Aragorn's eyes met a startled blue gaze, and he was held transfixed for a moment by the beautiful creature before him, and then the crowd surged forward once more and the beautiful young elf was lost from sight. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Legolas held back a sigh of impatience as his father once again circled him, checking his outfit with a critical eye. "Stop slouching Legolas, you are hardly likely to attract any attention for yourself if your posture is slumped." "Yes Father," Legolas said dutifully and straightened. He resisted the urge to pull his collar away from his throat and scratch at his arms where the much embroidered and bejewelled cloth was itching. The clothing of course was not his idea. He had asked why he couldn't be allowed to wear a much simpler outfit something more suited to his personality however his father had admonished him, stating that his appearance was a reflection upon the wealth that Mirkwood offered to any who wished to ally with them. Of course the alliance would come through Legolas' marriage. Hence their attendance at this ball. He was the only son of the King of Mirkwood but this was not his only value as outlined by his father. His father had told him many times of the powerful and dark sorcerer Sauron, and that although the allied men and elves had been victorious against the evil sorcerer an age ago, before Legolas himself had been born, Sauron had had the last laugh. He had cast a powerful spell from which few escaped. The result of which was decreased fertility amongst the elves. Fewer elven children had been born since the war, and fewer still would be born. In an attempt to rectify this, the elves had gathered their own most powerful magic users and a spell was cast to increase the fertility once again. However this was not wholly successful and the results had manifested themselves in a strange way. Fertile elves were still few and far between however the spell had allowed some male elves to become capable of bearing children. This meant of course that any elf capable of bearing children was highly sought after as a partner. Legolas was such an elf. Legolas regretted that the political aspirations of his father would affect his freedom. He knew that tonight his father would begin the process of finding him a mate. He would have little say in the choice and could only hope that his father had some compassion. Legolas berated himself mentally. His father was not an unfair person; he merely had duties that meant sometimes it was difficult to be a father first. Legolas understood this and resolved to try to do more to assist his father in creating new alliances to protect Mirkwood. Finally after some adjustments to his outfit Thranduil deemed Legolas ready to be presented to the high society of Middle Earth. He faced his son and a tender look crossed his features. "I wish this did not have to be so my son. I wish you had the freedom I did in choosing a partner, however the times begrudge us such luxuries and we must do what we can for Mirkwood." "I know this father, and truly I will do what is best for Mirkwood." Thranduil smiled softly and embraced his only living son and heir. Then just as abruptly he was all business again. He pulled Legolas behind him as they made their way to the ballroom. They were announced to the already large crowd of noble men and elves. Heads turned to see the King and Crown Prince of Mirkwood, and Legolas became aware of the many lusting gazes set upon him. He felt his father's hand on his arm and drew comfort from the support as they made their way through the crowd. They did not have to wait long until their host made his appearance. Legolas could not see Crown Prince Elessar as he made his entrance. He was far too busy trying to keep his feet and not get separated from his father as Thranduil forced his way through the crowd. Finally there was a break in the crowd and Legolas found himself face to face with a young man with the most striking eyes that seemed to be changing colour constantly from blue to grey, then his sight of the stranger was gone as the crowds surged forward once more. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aragorn held back a frustrated curse as the beautiful creature that had appeared before him disappeared, instead his attention was immediately taken in trying to gracefully fend off giggling young maidens that were thrust at him by their overeager mothers. Thankfully Denethor it seemed had seen his plight and taken pity for suddenly the music started a lively beat and the room cleared to make space for dancing. Seeing his chance to escape the throng for a short time at least Aragorn quickly espied one not so bold young maiden and asked her mother's permission for the maiden in question to join him in a dance. And so it began, Aragorn swept the girl on to the dance floor in a lively dance that did not allow for conversation. Legolas was not as lucky in having the freedom to choose his dance partner. As soon as the dancing began several people, men and women both approached his father requesting permission for Legolas to join them in a dance. Thranduil seemed to size them up before granting permission to an older gentleman in a very expensive outfit. Legolas was spirited away his hand clasped tightly in one hand and his shoulder gripped firmly in another and Legolas repressed an uncomfortable shudder. He looked closely at his dance partner. He was an older man with grey just beginning to streak his sandy brown hair and Legolas just stopped himself from curling his lips in disgust as he saw that the hair was slicked back with some form of grease. The man's face had some lines brought with age, but Legolas noted that few of these were around the mouth and eyes, which gave the impression that this man did not laugh or indeed even smile very often. The stranger had cold blue eyes and the elf did not like the way they seemed to roam freely over his body. As his father had noticed, the man's clothes were very rich in both taste and cloth and they fit his body outlining his heavy muscular build. "So young elf, what are you called?" the man asked as they twirled around the room. "My name is Legolas, lord," Legolas replied. "Your father is an elf king. A wealthy one they say, and you, are you fertile?" the man asked bluntly his eyes lowering until they centred themselves on Legolas' hips. Legolas gritted his teeth and sent dark thoughts his father's way for allowing this man to dance with him. "I do not see how that is your concern sir," Legolas bit out, an angry flush staining his cheeks. "It is if I wished to take you on. I require heirs and I cannot afford to tie myself to something that can't breed." Legolas recoiled in outrage at being described so. "Do not fear that you will have the opportunity to tie yourself to me sir," he responded. For the first time the man smiled and Legolas did not feel warmed by the cold look in the man's eyes. "I do not think that the decision will be yours young Prince. It will be between your father and I." Legolas breathed a silent prayer of relief at the reel finished and he was allowed to move away from the man. He did not look back as he made his way swiftly back to his father's side and did not see the hungry look cast back at him by the man standing still alone on the dance floor. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aragorn had enjoyed the lively dance and had been surprised at the skill of his demure looking dance partner. Although his attention had been taken from time to time in a scan of the room attempting to locate the elf that had caught his attention earlier. Then he had caught a glimpse of the elf dancing with his cousin Boromir. As soon as the dance ended Aragorn had bowed politely to his partner before returning her to her mother's side. He then moved over to Lord Elrond who was standing at the side of the room with a small group of older elves. Elrond noticed his foster son approach and excused himself from his friends before making his way over to join Aragorn. "What is it my son?" the older elf questioned. "Did you see the elf who was dancing with Boromir?" Aragorn got out immediately, his face alight with the anticipation of putting an identity to the heavenly body. Elrond frowned in concentration casting his mind back to his perusal of the dancers. He recalled Boromir dancing with a blonde elf, then recollection hit him and he smiled. "Prince Legolas, son of Thranduil of Mirkwood." Aragorn repeated the name softly with wonder, "Legolas... He is unattached?" Aragorn questioned worriedly. Elrond laughed, "Indeed, I believe his father has brought him here tonight in the hopes of finding his son a husband or wife, so that he may build a stronger alliance for his kingdom." Elrond pasted a nonchalant look upon his face as he slyly added, "Gondor is very close to Mirkwood, it would be a fruitful alliance... and I have heard Prince Legolas is fertile." Aragorn looked sharply at his father, and Elrond laughed at the expression of suspicion on the young man's face. Then Aragorn smiled. "It would indeed be a fruitful alliance." He then turned quickly on his heel and went in search of the young elven Prince. He was disappointed though as he noticed that Legolas was already back out on the dance floor, this time leading a young elven maiden around in a more sedate dance. His own attention was caught by another young maiden who was pushed towards him by her mother. Aragorn smiled politely and caught the girl as she stumbled slightly before leading her out into the centre of the ballroom. This remained the same for the next two hours as both Legolas and Aragorn were engaged for every dance. Finally a break came when Aragorn spotted Legolas standing in a corner alone, trying to merge himself into the shadows, he noted that Legolas' father was nowhere to be found and he swiftly excused himself from an approaching mother dragging her daughter reluctantly along. He moved quickly to the food table and grabbed a selection of what was on offer before he made his way to Legolas' corner. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Legolas was startled when he noticed someone approach. He sighed and tried to think of a reason to be excused, then he saw the approaching figure. It was the young man he had seen earlier. He took in the appearance of the simple outfit of dark blue velvet. The leggings encased strong muscular looking thighs, and the tunic hugged the strong, yet not overly built body of the young man. The man had dark hair falling to his shoulders. But Legolas was immediately transfixed by the warm blue eyes that met his, and he felt himself smiling shyly. "Would you like to take a walk outside and partake of some food?" the young man asked. Legolas spared a guilty thought for his father and then decided to blow caution to the winds as he nodded his agreement and walked to the large glass doors that led out into the gardens. Immediately the noise from inside was muted and Legolas smiled in happy relief as he felt a cooling breeze across his face. It was already twilight and the garden was lit with a multitude of lanterns all subtly placed. Aragorn led the elf to a small, secluded bench where they both sat. He placed the plate of food between them and turned to face the elven Prince. "What is your name fair creature?" he asked the Prince before him, not wanting to reveal that he had already asked after the elf. "I am called Legolas," Legolas replied blushing at the compliment, "It means Greenleaf in the elven tongue," he offered. "And by what name should I address you?" Aragorn smiled in wonder that this Prince did not know who he was, that he was Prince Elessar future King of Gondor, raised by Lord Elrond in Rivendell. "You may call me Aragorn," he said simply. Then offered the Prince some food. Legolas took a small sweetmeat from the plate, which Aragorn held out to him, and took a small bite, closing his eyes and savouring the taste. When he opened his eyes again he stilled as he noticed Aragorn staring at him with a strange expression on his face. "What is it?" he asked shyly. Aragorn seemed to come out of a trance at the sound of the Prince's voice. "It is simply that I am transfixed by the pleasure you take in simply eating." Legolas laughed softly. "You too would take pleasure if you had not eaten since breakfast." Aragorn smiled, "Then please by all means sate your hunger now for I would not wish you to fade away before my very eyes." Legolas grinned and the two sat in a companionable silence as they ate all the food that Aragorn had gathered. Once they had finished Aragorn addressed the elf once more. "I would take you back inside and ask you to dance, but I fear that as soon as we step into the room we will be separated by the large crowd of your admirers who also seek to take a turn with you." Aragorn said with a mock forlorn expression on his face. "Then perhaps you should ask me to dance outside where we cannot be disturbed," Legolas suggested boldly. Aragorn laughed and pulled the elf to his feet. They heard the muted sound of the orchestra inside as they moved close together and moved gently but moved more to a rhythm from within themselves. Legolas felt a flush start at the tips of his ears that spread all the way to his toes as he was pulled close against the body of Aragorn. The stronger slightly taller man made him feel small and protected as the strong arms encircled him, and he succumbed to temptation as he laid his head softly on the mans shoulder. Aragorn grinned to himself as Legolas' head met his shoulder and his arms tightened slightly to press the elf closer. They stayed like that for some time, until a shout interrupted them. "Legolas!" A voice called. Aragorn felt Legolas' start at the voice and the elf in his arms immediately pulled away, quickly adjusting his clothes to make sure his appearance was still presentable. The voice came closer, and Legolas looked at Aragorn. "It is my father. I must go," he said with regret before swiftly running around the corner. Aragorn looked after the departing figure of the Prince, and decided that tomorrow he would ask Denethor to approach the King of Mirkwood to make his interest in a marriage alliance known. Chapter 2 Legolas rounded the corner and quickly schooled his countenance to reveal nothing of his pounding heart and heightened senses. "Father," he called. "Ah there you are," Thranduil said finally spotting his wandering son. "Where have you been? I have been searching all over for you." "I was merely taking a stroll in the garden to refresh myself. It is somewhat more crowded inside than we are used to." "True," Thranduil said grimacing. "I cannot say that I understand why the race of men must enclose themselves so and in such large numbers." Legolas nodded his agreement. "What reason did you have in seeking me out father?" he questioned. "Ah, yes, I merely came to collect you so that we may retire. The festivities seem to be winding down. There is no reason for us to remain, besides you must be sorely in need of rest my son. I scarce saw you without a partner tonight." Thranduil's face softened. "You have done well tonight my son. I think Mirkwood's future looks bright." Legolas smiled, "I too hope that is the case," he said thinking of the man whose arms he had just left. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aragorn did not remain in the gardens for long after Legolas had taken his leave. He soon made his way to his own rooms, however he knew that sleep would not be swift in claiming him this night. His mind was too full of the image of Legolas, his eyes closed as he savoured the first bite of a sweet meat. Aragorn knew that he wished for nothing more than to see that look upon Legolas' face once more, but filled with desire for himself. Aragorn was not the only one that night with his thoughts centred on the Elven Prince. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Morning came swiftly and Aragorn made his way to the smaller more private dining room of the royal family. Both his father and Denethor would be joining him this morning, and he could not wait to make his intentions towards Legolas known to them both. He could then leave Denethor to handle negotiations with Legolas' father whilst he spent time with the Prince himself. He grinned to himself. He was still grinning as he entered the dining room and saw his foster father and Lord Denethor already eating. "Good morning to you both," he said warmly. Elrond looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "It appears that someone is in a very good mood this morning. Pray tell what has you in such high spirits. Could it be that Aragorn has found himself a potential mate, and after only one night of the festivities?" Aragorn grinned, and laughed outright when he saw the perplexed look on Denethor's face. He sat down next to his father, and started heaping food onto his plate, his appetite very much awoken. "Denethor, I wish to get married," he said solemnly to the old Steward. Denethor's look of confusion deepened. "But..." Aragorn grinned, "You must go to King Thranduil this very morning and inform him that Prince Elessar of Gondor wishes to pay court to his son, Prince Legolas, with the final outcome being marriage and the securing of heirs for both Gondor and Mirkwood in an alliance of marriage." Denethor's mouth opened and closed soundlessly a few times before he seemed capable of speech. "Very well," he said. Aragorn smiled satisfied, and ignored Elrond's amused look. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Legolas made his way to the training grounds looking in particular for a quiet space in which to practice his archery. He was rewarded with an empty enclosure with targets at the far end. Legolas took a position as far from the target as he could. He took some arrows from his quiver and stuck them into the ground before him, then stretched both his muscles and his bow by pulling back on the string until he was satisfied of his readiness. He then pulled one of the arrows from the ground and nocked his bow. He looked ahead to the target, his elven eyesight giving him a natural advantage. He could see the centre of the target clearly. He pulled back until his bowstring was taut, and took careful aim. Then he released the arrow. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aragorn had finally tracked down his wayward quarry. He came across Legolas alone in an archery enclosure. He had been about to call out to the young elf when he noticed the fierce concentration that consumed Legolas so he watched instead. His gaze took in the perfect archers stance, the tall lean body of the elf stretched taut by the act of readying his arrow for release. Then the arrow was released. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "That was wonderful," a voice called out from behind, and Legolas spun in surprise. He had been so deep in concentration that he had been unaware of the presence of anyone else. Then he saw who was standing there and he felt his heart begin to pound for a different reason. A gentle flush stole across his features. "Forgive me, I did not mean to startle you," Aragorn said as he walked over to Legolas. "You are very skilled," Aragorn commented whilst gesturing to the arrow that had hit the target dead centre. Legolas blushed further and lowered his eyes slightly. "Thank you, 'tis the product of centuries of practice." "I forget looking at you, that you must have lived for a very long time, yet you look no older than I, younger even." Legolas smiled. "I am indeed nearing my 2000th birthday. Although that is still a very young age for an elf. In human years I suppose it would relate to one just coming into manhood." "You must have seen much of this world in your years," Aragorn asked as he sat down on the grass gesturing for Legolas to join him. "Not very much. My life has been one of duty with strong ties to Mirkwood. I have very rarely been outside the borders of our kingdom. There is much still I would like to see. Perhaps one day, if fate allows..." Aragorn noted the wistful expression on Legolas' face. "Indeed, perhaps you shall. Mayhap one day sooner than you think," Aragorn said with a grin. "Come, let us wander the streets if Minas Tirith, and be free of these castle walls and our burdens for a short time." Aragorn stood and held out his hand to the elf. Legolas hesitated momentarily and then grasped it firmly rising to his feet and following the young man. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lord Denethor, Steward of Gondor, entered the guest chambers of King Thranduil. The King sat near the open window with a scribe from his party at his side. He saw Denethor and signalled for the scribe to leave. "Lord Denethor, a pleasant surprise. What brings you to my chambers?" Thranduil smiled in greeting. Lord Denethor bowed slightly in deference to Thranduil's royal status. "I come bearing a message from Prince Elessar, future King of Gondor." Thranduil sat straighter in his chair and intrigued expression on his face. "Then please by all means let us hear the message." Denethor smiled, "His Highness Prince Elessar wishes to pay his regards to His Majesty King Thranduil of Mirkwood and asks leave to court his son, Prince Legolas. He hopes to forge an alliance through the bond of marriage. He believes that a united Gondor and Mirkwood can stand strong against the darkness that plagues both our borders. The fruits of such a union would of course become heirs to both Gondor and Mirkwood." Denethor bowed again at the end of his message, and looked to the Elvish King for his reaction. Thranduil laughed. "Excellent. Of course, such a union would indeed be most advantageous to us both. Very well, Prince Elessar has leave to court my son. Will he take part in the arrangement of the marriage?" Denethor smiled wryly. "Indeed, that would be a miraculous event. Prince Elessar wishes that we arrange the marriage between ourselves so that he may spend more time with his intended." "Very well, that is doubtless best. When does he wish the event to take place?" Thranduil asked, his mind already moving on to arrangements that would have to be made for the union of his son to the Prince of Men. "Prince Elessar will be crowned King in three weeks, he would prefer that the ceremony took place a few days before the actual coronation so that the kingdom already has the security of knowing it's King has a partner to aid him in the affairs of state, and has the means with which to beget heirs. It also means that Prince Legolas will be crowned as Elessar's married partner on the same day. You may say killing two birds with one stone." Thranduil nodded in agreement. "That is a very short time, nevertheless, there should be no problem with this. Come let us discuss this further." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aragorn grabbed Legolas' hand and pulled him along as he spotted a street vendor selling hot pies. "Hot pies Sir?" the vendor asked as Aragorn perused the selection. "Two hot sweet pies please," Aragorn requested. He handed over a few coins in payment and took the pies, handing one to Legolas. "Try it," he urged. "These are some of the finest sweet pies in all of Gondor." Legolas took a bite out of his pie, trying to stop the filling from falling out. "Indeed it is very good," he said as he took another bite, and Aragorn thought that he had never wished to be a pie so much, as the hot pastry filled the mouth of the elf. They continued to walk the streets amongst the citizens of Minas Tirith. Aragorn pointed out many places of interest. The day was spent companionably as Aragorn showed Legolas the sights of the city and Legolas talked about his own forest home and how very different it was to the city of men. The hours passed and the sun finally began its descent. Legolas looked regretfully at the sunset. "I have enjoyed myself greatly today Aragorn, I wish it did not have to end, however I must return to the palace. My father will wish me to attend dinner with him, and he will begin to look for me soon if I have not returned." "Very well, come, I will escort you back to the palace." Aragorn led them back through the streets. He had enjoyed Legolas' company today, and was glad that the plain cloth of his clothes and cloak lent him a certain air that left him unrecognised by the population of the town. The guards of course were under no such misapprehensions, yet they also knew the ways of their Prince, and merely stood to attention as he passed through the gates with his Elven guest. Aragorn took Legolas straight up to the corridor of the palace assigned to King Thranduil's party for the duration of their stay. Fortunately there seemed to be nobody around and Aragorn grasped Legolas' hand before he could enter the corridor. Legolas looked back questioningly at him. "I just wanted to say goodbye for now," Aragorn explained. Legolas smiled. "Indeed, it is goodbye but only for a short time I hope." His eyes shone brightly as he smiled warmly at Aragorn. Aragorn felt that he could drown in the depths of Legolas' eyes and before conscious reasoning could take over his actions he had pulled Legolas closer. Legolas, startled by the action made no move to resist and suddenly found himself pressed against the man's hard body. A hand moved to the back of his head and a slight pressure brought him forward. Then his lips touched Aragorn's and all thought fled from the elf's mind except for the pleasure he received from the gentle caress of Aragorn's lips as they moved against his own. He moaned softly and Aragorn took advantage. The man's tongue tentatively broached the lips of the elf, until a tentative touch in return emboldened him. They kissed until the need for air forced them apart. Aragorn looked at the flushed features of the elf, the swollen lips and the eyes with large dark pupils almost engulfing the deep blue iris, and smiled. Legolas smiled sweetly back at him, until a noise startled him. "Aragorn, I must go," he whispered. "Very well Prince of Mirkwood, but know that this will continue," he warned, and was satisfied when the blush on Legolas' cheeks became a crimson stain that extended to the points of his ears. Legolas nodded, and then turned away to enter the guest corridor. He looked back once to see Aragorn still standing where he had left him before he entered his father's room. Thranduil was sitting reading a book, and as Legolas entered he smiled and placed the book down. "Good news my son, I have found you a husband." The world fell from beneath Legolas' feet. Chapter 3 Legolas was speechless. Thranduil took pity on his son, seeing the shock and confusion that were expressed on the younger elf's face. "Come my son, sit." Legolas allowed himself to be led over to the chair and sat. "A husband? But it has been only one night," he managed finally. "One night is enough," Thranduil stated. And indeed Legolas had to agree. One night had been more than enough for him to fall completely for the young man Aragorn. Ai, Aragorn, Legolas thought to himself. How to tell his father about his hopes. "Father," he began hesitantly. "Last night, at the ball, I met someone, a young man. We spent much of the day talking and wandering the streets of Minas Tirith." Thranduil frowned, this was an unforeseen complication, yet he did not wish to cause pain to his son. "What was this young man called?" he questioned, in the hopes that the young man would be Elessar and save them all some bother. "He is called Aragorn," Legolas said smiling, and Thranduil noticed the starry expression in the eyes of his son. "He gave you no title, no claim to nobility?" Thranduil queried. Legolas bit his lip and frowned. "None," he admitted. Thranduil sighed, "Then he is most likely no one of importance." Thranduil held up his hand to forestall the denial that was about to burst from Legolas' lips. "I am sorry my son, but in the society of men, they value station and rank more than we elves do. Had he been anyone of importance I am sure that he would have made this known to you." Thranduil saw the dejection come over his son as his shoulders slumped and his face fell. "I am sorry my son, yet you know why it was we came to this event. We must forge a strong alliance, and this marriage will do just that." Legolas looked up and sighed. "To whom am I to be wed father?" King Thranduil smiled again, "To Prince Elessar of Gondor. 'Tis only fitting of course that a Prince of Mirkwood be married to his equal in rank. I spoke to Lord Denethor earlier today so that we could begin making the arrangements, the ceremony is to take place in just a short time from now, before the Prince's coronation. It was agreed of course that heirs were important, and the offspring that you create between you would be heirs to both Mirkwood and Gondor." Legolas froze, a thought coming back to him of a man holding him tightly as they danced, and asking in a blunt and cruel voice if he was fertile. No, Legolas though to himself. It cannot be that the very man to whom he had been promised for the first dance was Prince Elessar. Legolas felt his mind recoil in horror. Thranduil had not noticed the sudden change in his son as he continued to talk about arrangements for the wedding. Finally though he noticed that no response had been forthcoming to his last question. "Legolas, can you hear me? What is wrong?" Legolas shook himself free of the despair that threatened to pull him under, and focused again on his father. "I am sorry father. I was merely overwhelmed by how fast this is all to take place. I had expected lengthy negotiations with a return to Mirkwood." Thranduil frowned, "I too had not expected things to occur this swiftly. I should hazard a guess that Prince Elessar is eager to create stability for his kingdom by begetting an heir as soon as possible after his coronation." Thranduil noticed Legolas blanch. He pulled the young elf up into an embrace. "I am sorry my son. I forget sometimes that this is not the fate of your own making. I regret the necessity, please forgive an old elf. I do want you to be happy." Thranduil noticed Legolas' silence and paused. He pushed Legolas away slightly so that he could look at his face. "Will this arrangement suit you my son. If it makes you so unhappy I will call of the agreement with Prince Elessar, and we will look for an alliance elsewhere. I do not wish you to fall into grief over this arrangement." Legolas forced a smile for his father. "Nay, t'will be alright father. I merely need a little time to get used to the idea." Thranduil smiled once more. "Very well. Lord Denethor and I will carry out the arrangements between us, you must relax and enjoy your last days of freedom," Thranduil joked, not realising how very true Legolas thought those words to be. "If that is all father, I think I will retire to my room for a while. I have much to think about." Thranduil nodded, then a thought occurred to him. "Legolas." The younger elf paused in the doorway. "Next time you go wandering outside the gates of the palace make sure you take your body guard with you. We do not know the dangers that are to be found outside the palace walls. I know you can defend yourself," he said cutting of his son's rebuttal, "However an elf alone outside of the palace can easily be outnumbered. Am I understood?" "Yes father," Legolas muttered sullenly and left. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aragorn barely remembered making his way back to his rooms his head was so high in the clouds. He entered his private sitting chambers, and was brought up short by the sight of his foster father sitting at ease munching from a small plate of sweet treats. "Father!" Aragorn exclaimed in surprise. "My son," Elrond acknowledged. "How was your day?" Aragorn grinned, "Wonderful. It was without doubt one of the happiest days of my life." "So I would be correct in my assumption that you spent your day with Legolas." Aragorn felt a blush steal across his face and cursed himself. His foster father was still the only person with the ability to embarrass him so, or to make him feel as though he were still a young child. Which Aragorn reflected he would probably always be to Elrond, not even considering the age difference, how could you possibly not be reduced to a child like state by someone who had nursed your childhood ailments, not to mention changing the soiled undergarments of a baby. "I took Legolas with me into Minas Tirith," he said finally. "We spent the day wandering the city." "Ah, then I think you will appreciate my news." Aragorn looked at Elrond with interest. "What news?" "I was speaking with Lord Denethor a short time ago. He informed me that he spoke to King Thranduil this morning." Aragorn felt his breath catch in his chest and his heart began to drum out a more rapid beat. "And?" Elrond smiled, "He has given you permission to wed his son. Congratulations Aragorn." Aragorn could not restrain the excited exclamation of joy. "I see this is indeed good news," Elrond said wryly with a fond smile on his face as he watched Aragorn dance about the room. Aragorn laughed, "I was in error with my earlier statement. This is definitely the happiest day of my life thus far." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thranduil looked up in surprise as Lord Denethor's elder son Boromir was announced. "Your Highness," Boromir began, bowing to Mirkwood's King. "What can I do for you sir?" Thranduil queried placing aside the book he had been reading. "I have come to ask your leave to pay court to your son," Boromir stated formally. Thranduil smiled gently. "I thank you Lord Boromir, however I regret that a marriage union has already been arranged for my son." Boromir's face tightened and he tensed for a moment. Then he forced a smile. "I see. May I enquire as to who the fortunate person is?" Thranduil frowned. "Unfortunately it has been agreed at this time that the union will remain something of a secret until a public announcement is made. I must ask that you keep this information to yourself." "Of course," Boromir stated, and then bowed again. "Very well your highness, since my visit has not met with the ending I had hoped I will take my leave of you. Have I your permission to call upon and pay my regards to your son?" "I am afraid that my son is at rest presently. You will no doubt see him at dinner tonight." "Very well, I thank you for your time," Boromir said and left. Thranduil sat thinking for a moment. Surely today must have set a record for the most marriage proposals one person could receive. Thranduil smiled to himself. Legolas of course was no ordinary elf, something everybody must have noticed, that was explanation enough for the attention he had received. However Thranduil was happy with the way events had occurred and was satisfied that the coming alliance with Gondor was in the best interest of both kingdoms. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Things had not gone according to plan. He had hoped to be among the first to pay court to the Elven Prince, and yet he found that someone had gotten there before him. He had to find out to whom Prince Legolas was now engaged. Once he knew for sure there were ways and means to attempt to dissolve the engagement. After thinking about this for a moment the dark figure strode off into the night. Chapter 4 After Aragorn had retired to his room to freshen up before dinner, and after King Thranduil had dispatched Boromir, Legolas remained lying on his bed quietly thinking about the hand fate had dealt him. How can it be, he thought, that the Valar would lead me to Aragorn only to separate us with this alliance. Surely life could not be this cruel. Truly this was a difficult thing he must undergo, to forge a strong alliance Legolas knew that his marriage with Prince Elessar must proceed as planned. He could not have lived with his own sense of guilt had he sacrificed his people's needs over his own. So how was he to get through this and endure? Legolas knew the answer was simple and yet in itself difficult. He must not see Aragorn again. To cut himself off so abruptly would cause him heartache yet this would be nothing in comparison to the heartache he would suffer should he allow himself to grow even more attached to the young man. A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. "Enter," he called out. Legolas' personal bodyguard opened the door, "Legolas, your father bids you prepare yourself for this evenings dinner and meet him in the drawing room." Legolas nodded his acknowledgment and rose from the bed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thranduil stopped his pacing as the door opened and his son entered. He was momentarily taken aback by the resemblance Legolas bore to his mother, and he felt a twinge in his ancient heart at her loss shortly after Legolas' birth. The tragic loss of his mother had left Legolas with only one parent. Thranduil had tried very hard to become both parents to the young elf, yet oftentimes affairs of state and threats from Mirkwood's borders would draw him away. Thranduil considered the sacrifices that the Royal House of Oropher had been asked to make throughout the ages, he hoped that it would end with the sacrifice Legolas was about to make. With an ease born of much practice Thranduil's face revealed nothing of his thoughts. "You are rested my son?" he asked instead. "Yes father, and I have been giving much thought to this marriage. I am glad that it is to take place so swiftly, for then we can concentrate on the threats that our united borders face." Legolas forced a smile for his fathers benefit. "Besides, time passes so swiftly for an elf that it will be no time at all before my husband is old and grey. Then with our alliance secured by the heirs I hope to conceive I can return to Mirkwood." Legolas' smile was genuine this time, only to be dissolved by his father's next words. Thranduil's face expressed it's surprise, "But my son, I thought you knew. Prince Elessar is half elven, he will live for many thousands of years yet if he is not already immortal." Legolas blanched, "I was not... I did not know of this," he managed finally. Thranduil looked sharply at his son. "Legolas are you very sure that you wish to proceed with this. There is still time for us to call off this engagement if you feel it will not suit." Legolas shook his head, "Nay, nay. Tis not what I was expecting but it does not change the fact that this alliance is the best hope for Mirkwood and Gondor. I will marry the Prince." "Very well. Then come, we will attend dinner. I must tell you now, that the engagement is to be kept secret until such time as a public announcement is made by Lord Denethor. We will therefore not be sitting at the high table with the Prince and his family." Legolas breathed a small sigh of relief, and prayed that his father had not noticed. Thranduil had already turned away and motioned for the young elf to join him as they made their way to the dining room. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aragorn had been seated for some time in the dining hall, he had been anxiously searching out his intended with no luck thus far. "You will cause serious harm to your neck if you continue to twist it in that fashion," Elrond pointed out from his seat next to the young man. Aragorn sighed in frustration. "He is not here yet." "Patience Estel, he will attend with his father, until such time you must not make your affections so obvious, this engagement is still very much a secret after all." "I know, I know, but it is so very hard. Even these coming days in which I have to wait before I can claim him will wear thin on my patience." Elrond smiled in amusement, "And yet you have no means of making time run more swiftly so I suggest you adopt some of your mother's infamous patience very quickly before your head explodes." Aragorn laughed. "Very well, from now until my wedding I shall be a paragon of elven virtues." Elrond snorted, "That I will believe only when I have witnessed it with my own keen eyes." A sudden murmur broke out, and Aragorn along with Elrond turned to see who was the centre of attention. And his breath caught in his throat, for there standing to the right and slightly behind his father stood the object of his affections. "He's here." Aragorn murmured. Aragorn greedily took in every detail of Legolas' appearance, from the rich blue overtunic to the paler blue leggings that encased his long legs. The shining blonde hair that fell past Legolas' shoulders and gleamed in the candlelight of the hall, pulled back only into two braids on either side of his head. Aragorn's eyes came upon Legolas' face, and across the room their eyes met. Aragorn felt sparks fly from his own body and imagined that he could see them cross over to the elven prince, for Legolas seemed to shiver slightly at that very moment. A slight nudge from Thranduil broke the connection and Legolas was ushered to take his seat with the rest of his party. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As Legolas had entered the dining hall he had almost immediately felt Aragorn's presence and had no trouble in searching out the young man. Aragorn was dressed again in a dark but simple outfit, which flattered his muscular physique. But it was not Aragorn's outfit that caught his gaze, it was the brilliance of the eyes that met his own. Legolas felt stunned by the impact of that gaze and shivered slightly. A slight nudge brought back awareness of his surroundings, and Legolas was subtly pushed along to their dining table. "Come Legolas," Thranduil murmured, "You can moon after your betrothed later." Legolas started, then noticed that Aragorn was seated at the high table, but in the seat of honour sat Lord Denethor and to his right was the cold eyed man, Prince Elessar. This reminder of his fate had the same effect upon him as that which cold water seemed to have on the race of men. "Elbereth give me strength," he whispered, sending a prayer to the brightest of the Valar. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dinner seemed to pass torturously slowly to Aragorn, he was eager for everyone to move to the more informal setting of the gardens so that he might get Legolas to himself for a moment. At last the final course was cleared and people began to move from their seats and make their way through the large open doors that led to the garden's main lawn. Aragorn waited for Legolas and his father to join the groups outside before he too made his way outside. He was going to allow nothing to delay his mission, and gently rebuffed any advances that were made towards him. He finally spotted Legolas, he was talking with Lord Gafen and his daughter. Aragorn took a quiet spot near some trees at the edge of the lawn and waited for Legolas to conclude his conversation before he swept in to lead the Elven Prince away. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Life as an Elven Prince, must be somewhat different from that of the mortal nobility," Lord Gafen stated. Legolas smiled. "In some ways yes it is very different. I mean no offence but we elves do not feel the need to stamp our mark onto every part of our territory, we much prefer to converse with nature and live in harmony with our home. Yet having said that I think that anyone in a position of responsibility feels the weight of it constantly. The fact that we are immortal simply allows us more time to correct any mistakes we make." Both Lord Gafen and his daughter Daela laughed lightly. "I think then, that you would very much appreciate our home. We live very close to a large forest and much of the wildness of it all attempts to encroach onto my estates." Legolas smiled apologetically, "Indeed, I believe I would find that very much appealing, and perhaps one day I shall see it, however I fear duty will be keeping me busy for some time." "So I hear," Lord Gafen stated with a smile. "I approached your father yesterday, I had hoped to perhaps introduce you to my daughter in a more familiar way, if you understand me." Legolas nodded and noticed the slight blush that rose on the cheeks of Daela. However she kept her gaze downcast. "I was informed, that you were no longer unattached, although the announcement had yet to made. May I enquire as to who is the lucky person?" "I am afraid, that I have been commanded to silence on the matter, at least until such time as an announcement is formally made," Legolas replied hesitantly. Lord Gafen smiled, "I understand of course, however you and your new marriage partner will forever be welcome to our home." Legolas bowed formally, "I thank you my lord. Now if you might excuse me, I must seek out my father." Lord Gafen nodded, and Legolas made his way towards the edge of the lawn searching the mass of people for his father's presence. He was therefore caught unawares by the hand that grabbed his arm and dragged him in between the trees. "Shhh, be easy," a familiar voice said in response to his initial struggles. "Aragorn!" Legolas exclaimed. "What are you doing?" "I merely took advantage of an opportunity to get you to myself," Aragorn said, his eyes twinkling mischievously. Legolas felt a twinge of guilt. "This is not right," he began, "How will this look to all the people out there?" Aragorn frowned, he had not really given much thought to that, Denethor had recommended that this engagement be kept as secret as possible until the actual event was to take place. His behaviour may give the old crony's something to gossip about. "I am sorry Legolas," he apologised, "I did not give thought to the consequences, I wanted only to spend time with you." A look of sorrow passed swiftly over Legolas' features, gone so quick Aragorn had not even noticed it. "I fear that all too soon, this sort of thing will be impossible," he said thinking of his upcoming marriage to Prince Elessar. Aragorn was puzzled. It was true that once they were married state affairs would take up much of their time, and there would be certain types of behaviour that might be deemed inappropriate. But still he was sure that once Legolas was his partner people would excuse some of the behaviour that occurred with all newlyweds. He dismissed the whole thing from his mind and instead focused on the beautiful creature in front of him. "I had feared tonight that you would not be attending the evening meal, so late did you make your appearance." It was Legolas' turn to frown. "We were only very slightly late, in truth it was my fault, I had lain down to take a short rest before the meal and was somewhat rushed then in my preparations to make myself ready." "I am sure that you could emerge from a bog and still dazzle everyone with your beauty and splendour." Aragorn said breathily, his hand reaching out to caress the elf's cheek. Another thought occurred to Legolas. "Were you seated on the high table next to Lord Elrond?" "Yes, I have known him all my life. In fact I was raised in Rivendell before my duties to the dunedain called me away. Lord Elrond has always treated me as one of his own." "I see. I have not visited Imladris, although I have heard many tales of its beauty, and of the beauty of the Evenstar." "Arwen? I suppose she is pretty, but I have always seen her as my sister, even in some ways I suppose a surrogate mother, since my own perished shortly after I was born. She, and my brothers Elladan, and Elrohir, have an annoying habit of reminding me of all the things they did to me as a child whenever they feel I am getting above myself," he said with a rueful laugh. "They sound wonderful. You are very lucky to have such a loving family. I am an only child. My mother also was lost to me shortly after my birth. My father has done his best to be both parents to me, but his responsibilities have oftentimes pulled him away. Still I know I am loved," Legolas said softly. "You are indeed loved," Aragorn whispered, and leaned in to join his lips to that of the elf. "Legolas," a voice called out. Aragorn grinned as he moved away from Legolas, "That is an annoying habit your father has." Legolas smiled and watched Aragorn disappear before remembering that he had forgotten to tell Aragorn that they must not see each other again. Chapter 5 Once Aragorn left Legolas he walked slowly back to his rooms. His thoughts however were not on his passage through the palace, and he was therefore surprised when he walked into his cousin Boromir. He smiled in greeting. "Boromir, why are you not outside with our guests?" Aragorn enquired. "I might ask the same of you cousin," the older man responded, with a raised eyebrow. "I tire of these events, the endless socialising. I long for the coming weeks to pass swiftly," Aragorn said with a hint of frustration. Boromir frowned, "You wish for the crown this much?" Aragorn looked confused, "Not at all, ah I see, your father has not spoken to you yet, well I think no harm will come of it if I tell you cousin. I am engaged to Mirkwood's Prince, we are to be married shortly before my coronation." Aragorn missed the look of shock that came upon his cousin's face, so absorbed was he in picturing Legolas in his mind. "So you are the one," Boromir muttered under his breath. "Did you say something?" Aragorn asked, coming back to himself. Boromir looked up startled. "Nay, nay, I was just thinking of the news you just gave me. I am sure the union will be a fruitful one." Boromir said and then excused himself. Aragorn shook his head slightly at Boromir's behaviour and then carried on towards his rooms. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Once Aragorn had left Legolas had headed towards the direction his father's voice came from. "Father, I am here," he called out. "Ah Legolas, come, I have had enough of the company of men this evening, let us retire to our rooms, where we can pass the time with elven music and songs. Legolas smiled, and followed his father. The rest of the evening was spent with members of their group taking turns to play instruments and to sing, well-known songs of their people. King Thranduil even gave voice to a few tunes. Legolas succeeded in putting Aragorn and his forthcoming marriage to Prince Elessar, from his mind for a short time as he took his turn and sang of the long gone good times in Greenwood. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Over the following week Aragorn was frustrated in his attempts to spend time with Legolas, as the elven Prince was for the most part closeted with his father and their retinue whilst plans were carried out for the wedding. An entire wardrobe had to be created for the Prince for his new role as the married partner of Prince Elessar. Much of Legolas' own clothes, both casual and formal were still in Mirkwood, and would be sent along after his father had returned home. Legolas stood patiently through many sittings with his tailor for both his new wardrobe and the outfit he would be wearing for the wedding ceremony itself. However as time passed and the date of the wedding drew ever closer Legolas' patience began to wear thin. "Father please, can I just go out for some archery practice? I have spent this past week standing here to play pincushion for Geldwyn, I would just like some time outside." Legolas asked pleadingly. Thranduil sighed. "Very well my son, go outside, but please remember that there is still so much to do and time is flying." "Yes father I understand, and have I not been the soul of patience whilst you rush around me trying to prepare everything in time," Legolas said with a teasing smile. Thranduil answered with a smile of his own. "Insolent young pup. You are not yet two centuries old my son, I can still turn you over my knee if I feel you warrant it." Yet Thranduil's twinkling eyes belied the threat in his words, and with a triumphant grin Legolas went to his room to collect his bow and quiver. As before he made his way down to the practice fields, choosing one further from the palace, and which was currently unoccupied. He took a deep refreshing breath of the clean air, and felt a weight lift from his shoulders. Then he took out an arrow and nocked his bow before taking aim. "May I join you?" Legolas spun, forgetting his bow was still raised and armed. "I surrender," Aragorn said with a grin. Legolas blushed and lowered his weapon. "What are you doing here?" he asked the man. "I have been watching your rooms, waiting this week for you to leave so I could catch up with you." Legolas' blush increased. "You should not..." he trailed off as the man approached him. "I have missed you Legolas," Aragorn said softly, pulling the elf gently into an embrace. Legolas sighed and allowed his head to fall upon Aragorn's shoulder. "I have missed you also." "I wanted to spend as much time with you as possible before I leave." Legolas' head shot up in shock. "You are leaving?" Aragorn frowned, "I must. I have to meet with the rest of the dunedain. There are things that must be done before I return." "How long will you be gone?" "I am not sure, possibly a week. Most of the dunedain are camped not far from Gondor's borders. Do not fear Legolas, I shall be back before you know it. Now come, let us quietly spend time together. You shall practice your archery, and I shall watch you. See, I have bought us food so that we do not need to leave here until this evening." Legolas smiled. "Think you, that you shall merely watch whilst I practice, you shall also practice Aragorn. We shall see what improvements need to be made to your aim and style." Aragorn laughed. "I fear that I shall be no match for you." "Ha!" Legolas exclaimed, "If you were, as you say, raised by elves, then I should imagine your skill with a bow would rival my own." "But I am far more accomplished with my sword," Aragorn leered suggestively. Legolas blushed but said nothing, he simply went back to taking aim and releasing an arrow. It hit the target true center. Then he turned and offered his bow to Aragorn. "Your turn," he said. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Both were very conscious of the time flying that day and so they made the most of their time spent together. They practiced archery for some time, Legolas learning that Aragorn was almost as good an archer as himself. Then Aragorn persuaded Legolas to come with him to a secluded spot he knew in the gardens. Legolas was entranced by the vision of beauty as he stepped beneath the long willowy branches of a tree and came upon a small waterfall surrounded by lush green grass and fragrant flowers. They spent the rest of the day there feeding each other from the food Aragorn had provided. It was only as darkness fell that they became aware of the outside world once again. "I must leave soon," Legolas sighed. "Otherwise my father will send out search parties." "I cannot wait to leave in the morning so that I can more swiftly return to your embrace," Aragorn said. "I wish that too, yet I fear that we will not be able to spend much time in each other's company when you return," Legolas said thinking of the plans for his wedding. "Aragorn..." Legolas began, planning to inform the man of his pending nuptials. However Aragorn cut him off with a curse. "I hear voices," he announced. "I fear that we must depart now, however I wish you to know that I will be thinking of you every day that we are apart." He pulled Legolas into a swift and crushing embrace whilst claiming the elf's lips. Legolas gave himself over to the kiss and was disappointed when Aragorn pulled away before collecting the remains of their meal and disappearing. "As will I," he whispered softly after the departing figure of the man. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aragorn and his small party left early the following morning. He was to meet up with the gathering dunedain in order for them to escort him back to Gondor as honour guard for both his wedding and the coronation. He keenly felt every mile that separated him from Legolas. Lord Elrond was also on a mission, he was to prepare everything for the elven dignitaries who would arrive to witness the wedding between the Elven Prince of Mirkwood, and the Elven raised Prince of Gondor. Lord Denethor was spending many hours closeted with King Thranduil as they finalised plans for both the wedding and the treaty between the two nations that would come into effect after consummation of the marriage. After Aragorn's departure Legolas found himself with a decided lack of interest in practicing his archery. However he had no desire to be closeted indoors once more whilst his father continued to outline the plans for his wedding. Instead he decided to wander the streets of Gondor, much as he and Aragorn had. He took a long cloak which would help disguise his elven features and slipped out of the guest wing. He was pulled up short just leaving the palace by a hand grasping his shoulder. "Did your father not tell you that wandering the streets of this city of men a foolish thing to do without protection." Legolas turned, a mulish expression on his face as he confronted his personal bodyguard. "I am a full-grown warrior elf Celdarion. I do not think I need fear a few men." Celdarion frowned. "You forget my prince that there are more than a few men in this city, and not all may be in favour of elves. You could easily be overpowered. Or worse, I have heard of men with unsavoury characters who would capture a lone elf for ransom, or fates far more dire." Legolas sighed, knowing he would not win an argument with the much older and experienced elf. "Very well, then come along, but try not to draw too much attention to yourself," Legolas said pettily. Then flushed as Celdarion merely rose an eyebrow. Celdarion had been Legolas' protector since birth and Legolas looked upon him more as a companion than a silent shadow at his side, although Celdarion was good at that too, and so the day passed with some enjoyment felt on the part of both elves. They returned to the palace in the evening still discussing the strange antics of mankind. As they entered the palace once more they stripped off their concealing cloaks and made their way towards the Mirkwood party's guest rooms. They were stopped by a number of people along the way, all wishing the young prince congratulations on his coming union with the Prince of Gondor. Legolas looked at Celdarion after getting over his initial surprise. "It seems that the formal announcement has finally been made," the older elf said wryly. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The following morning Legolas again rose early, however this morning he felt a need to be out in the open. He joined his father in the king's sitting room. "Father, I would like to go riding through the forest today with Celdarion," he announced. Thranduil barely looked up, he was absorbed in the draft of the treaty which he and Denethor had put together. "Very well my son, please do not return too late," he said vaguely waving before returning his attention to the treaty. Legolas smiled as he left, and he and Celdarion gathered their bows before making for the stables. Both had bought horses with them to Gondor. Celdarion's steed was a giant of a horse, with a shining black coat. He was kept with the other elven horses in a large paddock, for elven horses disliked the confinement of stables. Legolas' own horse was a beautiful white stallion. Both animals rushed to the sides of the paddock upon hearing the sharp distinctive whistles of their masters, and it was not long before both riders and horses were making their way out of the city and into the nearby forest. "This feels so very refreshing after being confined in the city for so long," Legolas stated. "And yet you will now be residing within the city and not the woods of our home. Are you sure that this is something you wish to give up?" Celdarion asked curiously. Legolas sighed. "I will miss Mirkwood greatly, however this alliance is sorely needed, and it is my duty to put the people of Mirkwood before my own desires. Besides I am sure that I will be able to venture out into this forest often," he said hopefully. "I am sure that it will be so, especially when I am here to protect you," Celdarion said. Legolas looked at the older elf in astonishment. "But I thought that you would be returning to Mirkwood with my father." "Nay, how could I abandon my little prince to this city of men without any elven company." Celdarion said with a gentle smile. Legolas blinked away sudden moisture from his eyes. "You have always been there for me Celdarion." He looked down suddenly in embarrassment before meeting Celdarion's eyes. "You know that I look upon you as a second father." It was Celdarion's turn then to blink away the moisture. The emotional moment, however, was interrupted by a sudden voice. "How very touching," it said. "Such a pity I must spoil it." Chapter 6 "Who are you?" Legolas demanded. "Just someone sent to collect a package young prince," the intruder said mockingly. "However I have no need of you both." With preternatural speed both elves responded to the threat by nocking bows, however the intruder was faster. Both hands rose and expelled a strange black ball of energy, which flew towards and engulfed both elves. The effect was instantaneous, writhing in agony, darkness seemed to slip over them, and both slumped forwards in a deep and unnatural sleep. The intruder then approached Legolas' horse. The horse, sensing the danger to its master moved away and snorted in distress. The strange figure paused for a moment, although only to release another ball of energy this time directed towards the horse. Legolas' stallion became rigid with a sudden paralysis, and the intruder moved forward once more. Once at the horse's side he pulled Legolas from his mount before hoisting the slight figure of the elf over his shoulder and disappearing into the woods. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thranduil had almost finished reading the draft of the treaty between Mirkwood and Gondor when his door crashed open. Trasyn, one of his more experienced warriors stood at the doorway practically vibrating with tension. Thranduil frowned, knowing instinctively that he would not like this news. "My Lord, the steeds of Celdarion and your son have returned," Trasyn bit his lip before continuing. "Celdarion was still on the back of his steed, but he is unconscious. Your son has not returned." Thranduil felt a moment's calm before the news actually seemed to hit him, and then he was all furious motion. "Where is Celdarion?" he asked in a quiet voice, all the more frightening for it's hint of restrained violence. Trasyn escorted the King to the palace's infirmary. Celdarion had been placed on a bed and looked to be asleep, yet as Thranduil got closer, he felt dark magic in the room, and centred around the form of the unconscious elf. "Who has done this to him?" Thranduil asked. "We do not know Sire. The horses returned to the palace, and would let none of the mortals touch them. Cirwen and Firnen were summoned to deal with them. We found Celdarion slumped on the back of his horse. Of the Prince there was no sign, but Cirwen swears he felt traces of magic about the Prince's steed." "Trasyn, hurry and fetch Lord Elrond, inform him that we have need of his healing hands. Then fetch Lord Denethor, inform him that my son is missing and one of my party attacked." Trasyn nodded and ran off to carry out the orders of his king. "Where are you my son?" Thranduil muttered. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lord Elrond was in the middle of directing some of the servants of the palace in the needs of the elven dignitaries that must be fulfilled when Trasyn found him. "My Lord, please come quickly, your presence is required in the infirmary. Prince Legolas is missing and his protector Celdarion is attacked by magic." Elrond said nothing, merely strode quickly towards the infirmary. Trasyn left in search of Lord Denethor. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thranduil glanced up from his seat by Celdarion's side as Elrond entered. "What has happened here?" Elrond queried. "I do not know. Legolas left this morning with Celdarion to ride in the forest outside the palace. Their horses returned and bought with them Celdarion as you see him. Of Legolas we have no clue. I have dispatched some of my own party to search the woods for sign of him, but as yet I have no word. Perhaps if you heal whatever has been done to Celdarion..." Thranduil trailed off as his throat closed in an overwhelming feeling of helplessness. He raised watery eyes to meet Elrond's gaze. "If they require a ransom, I will pay anything. Legolas is the most precious thing in my kingdom." Elrond nodded. "I will try old friend," he said simply. He sat on the edge of the bed and placed both hands to either side of Celdarion's head, frowning in concentration as he tried to sense what had been done to the unconscious elf. His frowning increased. "I feel the presence of strong magic. I fear what ails him is beyond my ability to heal. We must await the arrival of the Lady of Lothlorien. I am sure she can banish this magic," he announced finally. At that moment Lord Denethor came rushing into the infirmary. "I have just heard. This is terrible. What could have happened? We must send out troops in search of Prince Legolas." "Easy Denethor," Elrond said. "King Thranduil has already sent out a party of elves to scour the woods for clues. We can do nothing until they bring back news of their findings." Denethor sighed and seemed to fold in on himself a little. "Aragorn must be sent for immediately." Thranduil frowned, "Who is Aragorn?" Elrond looked up with a start of surprise, "I thought you knew, Aragorn is Prince Elessar." Thranduil laughed, so much now made sense, a short burst of bitter laughter, and now it was Elrond's turn for confusion. He raised a questioning eyebrow at Mirkwood's king. "Legolas was marrying Prince Elessar out of a sense of duty to our kingdom, whilst having become quite taken with a young man called Aragorn." Elrond smiled faintly. "Indeed, this will be a happy revelation for him once he is recovered." Thranduil smiled sadly. His gaze once more returning to the stricken elf on the bed next to him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Many hours later the parties that had been sent out into the forest returned to bring news of their findings. Thranduil sat with Elrond and Denethor as his scouts made their reports. "My Lords, we found the site of the incident. We saw the tracks of both horses. There are also tracks made by another. A man we think, since the tracks of the feet are consistent with the weight of a mortal. The tracks that move away from the horse are slightly heavier, and we believe that he may have been carrying something. Possibly the Prince, Majesty." Thranduil looked saddened but nodded for them to continue. "These tracks travel a little further into the forest and there they are joined by that of an unknown creature. It is here we believe that the Prince's captor used some kind of beast as transport. The tracks go as far as the edge of the forest and then they disappear. It is possible that magic was used to transport the group away, or that the beast was capable of flight." "Then they could be anywhere," Denethor stated. A gloom settled over the gathered party. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the meantime urgent runners had been sent out to hasten Aragorn back to the palace, although the runner had little hope of catching up with Gondor's prince before he had reached the gathered dunedain. An elven messenger was also sent out to meet the party from Lothlorien containing the Lady Galadriel, beseeching them to make their passage to the palace swift in order to help with Celdarion, and locating the missing elven Prince. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Legolas felt consciousness return without the instant alertness that he was used to. He blinked slowly in an attempt to clear the cloudiness from his vision, and as the world became clearer he let his gaze wander trying to take in information about his current surroundings. He remembered riding with Celdarion, and then being attacked by a strange man. The attack had been magical in origin and Legolas had found no chance to retaliate, so swift was the aggressor. He hoped that Celdarion was uninjured. Yet he could be sure of nothing. Now Legolas found himself in a large room. It was underground by all appearances for the walls seemed to be hewn from rock. The room itself was stark aside from the bed he was lain upon and a small table alongside the bed. The table had a jug of water and a small goblet. Legolas saw that he was alone, and he slowly tried to force his body into a sitting position, however he found his body resisting his commands and he was unable to do little more than twitch his fingers and move his head. Legolas cast his mind back to his attackers words. He was to be captured for someone else. Yet who could that someone else be? Movement in the doorway caught his attention. It was his attacker. "I see you are awake young prince," the man said, his voice conversational as if they were long time friends. Legolas said nothing. "I must apologise for the method in which you were taken. I would simply have arranged transport for you, had I though you would have been amenable." The stranger gave a little laugh. Legolas glared, and attempted again to rise. "Please do not trouble yourself so. The spell that was cast upon you will take a while to dissipate, until then I'm afraid one of the disadvantages is partial paralysis. But all this talking, you must be curious as to who my employer is. Well wait no longer, for he has arrived." The stranger moved aside and another man stepped through the doorway. Legolas gasped in recognition. Chapter 7 "Lord Gafen!" Legolas exclaimed. "I see you are surprised Elf Prince, indeed why should one such as yourself take any notice of me when you have much finer specimens to choose from, choices such as your intended." Legolas frowned. How could Lord Gafen think Prince Elessar to be a fine specimen, when the marriage was for the sake of an alliance. "But, when I spoke to you, you informed me that it was your daughter with whom you hoped I would form an alliance with." "A ruse, I admit. My daughter's future lies elsewhere. I however, need a new partner. One who can provide me with strong sons to carry on my family's name and to retain the titles to our lands. The fact that your package is appealing is a definite advantage." During this little conversation Lord Gafen had continued to move closer to Legolas until he was now at the bedside where the Elven Prince still lay trapped in partial paralysis, a leftover from the magic used to restrain him in the first place. Now the old man reached for the jug on the small table and filled the goblet with water. He then pulled Legolas up before propping pillows beneath the Prince and placed the glass of water against the elf's mouth. Legolas opened his mouth and allowed the fluid to slide down his throat. He knew he ought to be wary of things offered to him in this place, however his body needed the fluids. He did keep his gaze fixed warily on Lord Gafen though. When the water had been drunk Lord Gafen replaced the goblet on the nearby table before turning back and seating himself on the edge of the bed. "How long have I been unconscious?" Legolas asked finally. "Not for a very long time. Verius retrieved you yesterday, in the morning. It took him only a short time to travel back and the rest of that time you have remained slumbering here," Gafen explained. "And where is here?" he enquired. "We are on the borders of Gondor. It's southern borders actually. Many days travel by foot, indeed even by horseback it would take days for someone to reach us. But that is irrelevant because no one knows that you are here." Legolas paused at this revelation. It was true, he himself had not expected this from the old Gondorian. Why should anyone else suspect. He had to find a way out of here. Or at least find a way to get out a message. If it was possible for Legolas to get outside then there was a chance that he could utilise the magic that was inherent in each wood elf. This magic, used mostly by the wood elves, but inherent to all of their race took its power from nature itself. From the smallest living thing to the largest. All were equally important to a wood elf. Legolas' own father was a powerful wielder of such magics. Although this was not to say that the magic of the wood elves was the only kind available. One had only to look at Lord Elrond and Lady Galadriel to know that magic itself was as diverse as nature. Legolas was startled from his thoughts as he became aware of a hand stroking his hair. He felt shivers of repulsion slide down his spine, though he was helpless to move away from the cause of his disgust. "Do not touch me," he bit out. Lord Gafen frowned. "Such hostility is not appropriate and certainly not welcome here. Henceforth I am your protector. I will provide for your every need. And in return you will happily live by my side, providing me with children and companionship." Legolas laughed at the madness of the man before him. "You are deluded old man. I do not need you to fulfil my needs. Indeed you take away the most important of my needs, that of my freedom and independence. It is not for you to take and then return to me upon conditions you yourself set. I am an elf, born free and immortal. You have no right to restrain me so," Legolas felt his anger rising, along with his sense of helplessness and desperation, and he began his struggles to move anew. Gafen merely chuckled and gently patted Legolas' face as though he were a child to be taught better. Legolas could have howled in frustration. Instead he made an attempt to restrain his emotions. His face becoming an emotionless mask. "Leave me, I wish to rest," he said finally, in a cold monotone. Gafen tsked in disappointment but he decided to leave the Prince to his own thoughts for a time. Legolas let a small sigh of relief escape him as Gafen finally left the room. Now, he thought to himself, how am I to make my bid for freedom? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Legolas had no way to judge the passage of time in his underground prison, but he thought that he must have been alone here for some time. He had slowly become aware of his increased capacity for movement as the effects of the spell wore off. He was still unable to move himself from the bed though. A movement of shadow at the doorway warned him that he was about to be joined by company, and as the door opened Legolas saw that is was the sorcerer Verius who had arrived. He was glad that it was not Gafen though, at least Verius had displayed no personal interest in him beyond seeing him as a package that must be delivered. Verius approached the elf casually. His eyes taking in everything about the Prince. "I see why Gafen wanted to go to so much trouble to procure you. You are a comely thing aren't you," Verius smirked as he approached the Prince's bedside. Legolas reassessed his opinions on the sorcerer, perhaps Gafen would have been preferable after all. He would be considerably less dangerous than the man before him. "You are lucky, time grows short and you are needed untouched or I might have taken the opportunity to sample your delights whilst Gafen was making his preparations." Verius leaned over and licked Legolas lips, before moving away, a look of delight on his face as he licked his own lips loudly and took in the elf's disgusted reaction. "When I am free of this place, I shall see to it that you are made to suffer for both taking me from my kin and for the indignity you force upon me," Legolas snarled. Verius laughed loudly, "You are delightful little elf. Mayhap I will allow Gafen to beget his brats upon you and then keep you for myself. I have been alone for a very long time now, some companionship would be welcome. You may even find yourself lucky enough to be in a position where you do not bore me, therefore forcing me to dispose of you." Legolas said nothing, instead letting the fury of his gaze convey his feelings. Verius laughed again. "Do not fear little one, you may not find yourself in my company again until three nights from now." With that Verius left again. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Legolas was again left alone for some time, and against his will he felt himself being pulled into the life like world that allows elves to dream and rest at the same time. This elven world replaced sleep, and allowed the body to rest even as it was capable of carrying out simple tasks. Legolas' dreams took him to Aragorn's side and he dreamt of the time that they had spent together, and the time they could have spent together had he not been engaged to Prince Elessar. When he emerged from this state Legolas found that the magic of Verius seemed to have dissipated completely. He rose from the bed, his muscles feeling stuff from misuse. As he stretched gently to promote the blood flow to these muscles he made his way over to the doorway that was the only entrance to the room. Legolas peeked around the corner to see if there were any guards and was puzzled to see none. The puzzle was then explained as he tried to walk through the doorway. As Legolas stepped forward he felt himself encounter an invisible barrier. It had the consistency of thick mud and it seemed to surround him. Legolas panicked for a moment fearing he would be trapped in the magical barrier but within moments the barrier seemed to spit him back out, unfortunately for Legolas he was still trapped in the room. He turned back in frustration and made his way around every inch of the room seeking some kind of weakness that would afford him an opportunity to escape. He finally admitted defeat and sat back upon the bed. His sharp ears then caught the sound of footsteps that appeared to be approaching his room. He made his way swiftly to the doorway and his himself to one side. He waited until the footsteps stopped. Then he saw a tray being pushed along the floor into the room, thinking that the barrier must have been released in order for the tray to pass through, Legolas darted with preternatural speed through the doorway. And was caught by the barrier once again. He caught a brief glimpse of swift movement down the corridor before the barrier disgorged him for a second time. Legolas acknowledged that he was in no position to help himself, and that he could rely only on the skills of his people to find him. But would they be in time for whatever plans Gafen and Verius had for him. Legolas honestly didn't know. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There was a sense of quiet anticipation in Minas Tirith that day, for it had been said that elves were to arrive. Elves from the two great domains of Lorien and Rivendell. It was even said that the lady of the golden woods was a witch who could see through any mans soul and had enormous power. When the elven parties arrived they found large groups of people crowded along the main streets trying to catch glimpses of these beautiful and wondrous creatures that had come for the coronation of their Crown Prince and for his marriage to the Prince of Mirkwood, who was also an elf. The general consensus on the forthcoming marriage was mostly one of delight. To think that an elf would be taking up residence in their city, and a Prince amongst the elves no less. Most people felt that this confirmed their status as the capital of Middle Earth. There was of course a dissenting minority however these were mostly brushed aside by the larger groups that welcomed the forthcoming marriage and alliance with the elves of the great forest of Mirkwood. The thoughts of those assembled were easily caught by the Lady Galadriel as she rode beside her husband Lord Celeborn. She smiled gracefully at the crowd, and those who looked upon her were instantly ensnared by her beauty and unearthliness. Riding beside her husband, in his customary grey robes, which allowed him to be ignored by the mass, was Mithrandir, the Maiar. At this very moment Galadriel was glad that the ancient wizard had decided to come along. Her most recent dreams had left her disturbed, and another wise mind and wielder of great power was welcomed. A short time later they found themselves at the gates of the palace. The Elven party dismounted, allowing a small group of Thranduil's own party to assist in relocating their horses. They were greeted at the palace by Lord Elrond and Lord Denethor. Although Elrond's expression was as calm as always Galadriel thought she could detect a hint of unease in his posture, and Lord Denethor's body practically screamed it's distress. However he had not forgotten his duties as steward to this great city and he immediately stepped forward to greet the arriving party. "Lord Celeborn, Lady Galadriel it is an honour to greet you to our city. We hope your stay will be a comfortable one," Denethor said, he could not bring himself to add enjoyable. Galadriel merely smiled as she watched her husband step forward to acknowledge the greeting. "My thanks Lord Denethor, my party and I are most pleased to be here. I do hope you have room for one more in our party," Celeborn gestured towards Mithrandir. Denethor nodded and then his eyes widened in recognition of the wizard. "Of course, you are always welcome in Gondor sir," Denethor stated bowing slightly to the wizard. "Hmph, yes well that is nice to know," Mithrandir said finally. "Now you won't mind if we're allowed entrance to the palace and a chance to freshen up will you? Good, good," he said before walking past the open mouthed steward and making his way inside. Denethor had no choice then but to lead the remainder of his guests into the palace. As the party were assigned to their rooms, Galadriel and Celeborn made their way over to Mithrandir who was already speaking with Elrond. "You will take us to see Thranduil?" Galadriel asked Elrond. The Elven lord nodded and turned gesturing for them to follow. When they arrived at the elf kings rooms Galadriel was shocked to see the effects of Legolas' disappearance. In the few days that the young prince had now been missing Thranduil seemed to have shrunk in on himself. His magnificent blonde hair losing it's lustre, his face becoming gaunt and haunted. He did not even look up as they entered, and was not alerted to their presence until Elrond knelt at his side and whispered something to him. Then he did lift his head, and Galadriel felt her heart squeeze painfully in her chest at the look of naked hope mixed with helplessness on the once proud king's face. "You have arrived," he said simply, his voice a whispering shadow of it's former self. "Indeed, now we shall get to the bottom of this mystery, and have Legolas back here in time for his wedding," Celeborn stated with certainty. Thranduil smiled for the first time in days. Chapter 8 The air in King Thranduil's sitting room felt charged with anticipation. Elrond explained all that had happened so far to the new arrivals, who watched and listened, horror masking their fine elven faces. A frown marred Galadriel's delicate features. "We must first tend to Celdarion, and hopefully there is still something we can do to erase the work of the dark magic. We can but hope then that he knows something that will aid us in our search. Come, Elrond, lead me to him." Elrond ushered the Elven lady from the room and the rest of the party followed silently. Their arrival at the infirmary caused some surprise to the young ladies caring for the sick. Fortunately Celdarion had been placed in a private room, and one of the elven healers now sat with him. As the distinguished group entered the room, he bowed slightly and left. Galadriel noted the stillness of the unconscious elf, then she moved closer. She was within eight feet of Celdarion when she began to feel the magic that surrounded him. The magic was indeed very dark, and very powerful. A tug of familiarity pulled at her mind, but she pushed the thought aside as something to ponder later, once the stricken elf had been cleansed. Forcing herself to move closer, she ignored the dirty, oily feel of the dark magic as it invaded her senses. Instead as she finally reached Celdarion's side she place her hands on either side of his head, at his temples, concentrating on the magic and how best to remove it without harming the elf. "This magic is very strong," she said without removing her hands from their place at the sides of his head. Again she focused on the centre of the magic. It seemed to be at it's strongest around Celdarion's head and heart. Focusing her own magical strength, augmented by her magical ring, she sent tendrils of her own power into the elven warrior. The threads of her power separated heading towards the two central points of the dark magic. As the light of her magic encountered the dark she felt the resistance it produced. Celdarion's body stiffened beneath her as she increased the flow of her power and battle commenced, the prize being Celdarion's body. As her own level of power increased she felt the dark magic begin to retreat until it was only surrounding the unconscious elf's head, but it had also compacted itself into a dense and formidable barrier around the elf's mind. Galadriel frowned slightly. This last part of the battle had to be trodden careful lest Celdarion become damaged in the fighting. Delicately, she wielded the elven magic that was her gift, first smothering the dark magic like a sponge, then soaking it up, before draining it away. As the last wisps of dark magic dissipated, Celdarion sprang up from the bed, momentarily startling Galadriel with his swift reactions. Instinctively, he sought his weapon as he retreated into a corner, and his eyes blindly looked around for danger. "Peace Celdarion," Thranduil said, slowly moving forwards towards the wild elf. At first Celdarion seemed not to have heard, his tension increasing as the elf king approached, but as King Thranduil kept repeating himself in a soft tone, Celdarion slowly lost his wild look. Recognition came back to his eyes. "Majesty," he exclaimed, then horror flew over his features, "My Lord...Legolas... taken." "Peace Celdarion, we know. Come, you must rest. Your body has undergone a tremendous battle against dark magic, which has been won only with the assistance of Lady Galadriel." Elrond said as he moved towards the elf. Grasping Celdarion's arm, Elrond tugged him towards the bed and forced him into a reclining position. Celdarion's stricken eyes sought out the gaze of his king before his eyes dropped in guilt and shame. "Forgive me, my Lord. I failed in my duties, I allowed your son to be taken." His voice was laden with guilt and shame, that was palpable to everyone in the room. "Nonsense," Thranduil exclaimed harshly, drawing Celdarion's gaze back to his own. "There is nothing shameful in your actions. I know that had you been able you would have protected my son, with your own life if necessary. I fear even I would not have faced this dark sorcerer and emerged victorious." Thranduil's gaze softened slightly. "Peace old friend, you must recover your strength, for your help will be required in recovering Legolas from his captors. Until then, is there anything that you can tell us that will in some way aid us in our search?" Celdarion shook his head sadly. "I fear not. The stranger did not say much, only that he was to take the Prince on behalf of somebody else." "Indeed, this is not what we wanted to hear at all. How now shall we search out the location of the missing Prince?" Denethor stated. "Do not worry so Steward of Gondor, there are always alternatives. Galadriel, I assume you came prepared?" Mithrandir enquired. Galadriel inclined her head in an affirmative. "Excellent, then we shall leave young Celdarion to his rest and retire to Thranduil's sitting room where we can continue." With that, the old wizard left the room, expecting to be followed. He was not disappointed, and Celdarion was left alone in the infirmary to smile slightly in amusement at being referred to as young. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ En route to Thranduil's sitting room, Galadriel had intercepted one of the elves from her party, and bade them bring her something from her personal belongings. It arrived shortly after they did, and as everyone arranged themselves around the room, Galadriel took possession of the package from the elven scout. They all watched in interest as she pulled out a small basin and a large flask. "What is this?" Denethor asked finally. "You might say that it is a travelling mirror," Galadriel answered, a smile on her face. She opened the flask and gently poured the contents into the basin. Most of the assembled party had some familiarity with Galadriel's mirror and were not at all surprised. Once the water had settled Gandalf strode forward to stand next the Elven Lady. "This should work in a similar fashion to your own mirror, I will however inject some of my own magic into the mix, as it were, to turn the mirror into a tool for scrying," he explained in quiet tones to Galadriel. She nodded, and in response bent her head over the still waters of the basin. Without looking up she called Thranduil over to her. "Look into the basin," she instructed him. "Now focus on thoughts of your son." Thranduil did as he was bade and watched in fascination as the water below seemed to shimmer before the reflection changed into another image. It was that of a forest. "Focus harder," Galadriel said. As Thranduil concentrated on thoughts of his missing son, the image changed, focused in on a cave entrance. Galadriel and Mithrandir both took note of its surroundings so that they might locate it by sight. The image changed once more, this time to a man's face. "Quickly, Lord Denethor, come here. Do you recognize this man?" Galadriel asked in urgent tones. Denethor move swiftly to the basin and peered in. He had no time to marvel at the magic, but instead focused on the face before him. His mind whirled with activity as he attempted to put a name to the face. "Lord Gafen," he said finally. At Denethor's confirmation the images in the basin disappeared and it showed the reflection of those peering into once more. "Now we have a name, we have place to begin our search." "I do not understand why Lord Gafen would have anything to do with Prince Legolas' disappearance," Denethor said, his face a mask of confusion. "It matters little as to his motives, those we can discover at a later point," Elrond said. "Do you know where Lord Gafen lives?" "I do, his home is on the southern borders of Gondor. But I saw him here at the palace just days ago. Should we not ensure that he is still here?" the old steward asked. He walked to the doorway to flag down a passing servant to carry out his orders. "Now we wait to see if Lord Gafen is indeed still here," Celeborn stated. "And if he is not?" Thranduil asked. "Then we must go to his estates and continue our search there," Elrond answered. "But to reach Lord Gafen's estates even by horse back would take days." Denethor said. "We cannot wait that long, there must be some swifter means of reaching there," Galadriel said, and they all heard the urgency in her voice. "Hmm, perhaps I can arrange that." Mithrandir said thoughtfully tugging at his beard. "I suggest that since we must wait for word of Lord Denethor's search that we all freshen up. I fear that the smell of horse will become ingrained if I do not wash it off soon." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Legolas had been unaware that three days had passed since his first conscious moment in this place. He had little means to measure the passage of time, incarcerated as he was underground. He felt the heaviness of the rock around him, and longed for the openness of his woodland home. He had received no more visits from either Gafen or Verius as he had feared he might. In fact he had received no visitors at all. The only life he had seen outside of his room had been the quick movement at his doorway as someone pushed through fresh food and water. Legolas had eaten very little of the food, and had repeatedly tried to breach the barrier without success. His time had mostly been spent in the elven dreamscape, or focusing upon thoughts of his father, his friends, and of Aragorn. So it was with surprise that he noted footsteps approaching his doorway. It did not seem like a long enough time had passed since his last meal had been delivered, and so he stood in readiness to meet this visitor. Then striding through his doorway was Verius. He was dressed in a more formal fashion, Legolas noted. A black outfit that was inscribed with strange whirling patterns in a silver thread. "Well young Prince, it appears that the time is upon us. The moon is high in the sky and the magical forces are at their peak. There will never be a more perfect time. Now if you could just be an amenable little thing and come along without a fight." Verius sighed in disappointment as Legolas tensed himself in readiness for a struggle. "Very well, if you wish it to be this way." Verius raised his hand, almost casually. A small flare of energy flew from his fingertips, flying rapidly towards Legolas before engulfing the Elven Prince. Legolas had tensed in anticipation of the pain he had felt last time, but there was none. Yet Legolas found himself unable to move. He growled in frustration, but Verius ignored him. The sorcerer simply turned and walked out of the doorway again, and to his surprise Legolas found himself floating after the man, suspended above the ground by magic. Legolas forced himself to ignore this new turn of events and focused instead on his surroundings, taking note of the number of turns they made, yet he admitted that this would be a hopeless task. Not only did every rock-hewn corridor look the same, but there were multiple turnings. Eventually they came out into a large open cavern. It was sparse save for a large plinth that rested in the centre, and Legolas noted with horror the dark rusty stains on the smooth stone. Is this my fate, he wondered to himself. Along the side of the walls were two large throne like chairs that also seemed to be carved out of the rock. Legolas found himself being moved to one before his body was bent and placed in an approximation of normal seating. Verius continued towards the centre of the room and stood against the plinth. He appeared to be waiting for something. A noise coming from the same passage they had used to enter this cavern alerted Legolas to the fact that they were about to be joined. A voice identified the new guests. "Father, what are we doing here?" Daela asked her father as they entered the room. "Do not worry child, we shall not be here for very long. Come now there are some people I want you to meet. Over here see, is Prince Legolas, you remember him?" Daela smiled and her face reddened as she greeted the elven Prince, unaware of his state as captive. Legolas longed to call out a warning, but found his jaws locked tight, which was no doubt the work of Verius. "Come my child, I wish for you to meet our host. He has long been a protector of our family, and a great aid when we needed him. Verius, this is my daughter, Daela." Verius accepted Daela's offered hand and kissed it gently, which only served to increase Daela's blushing. "This has been a long time in coming sweet child. I have anticipated this day since you were born." Daela's face held a look of confusion at the sorcerer's words. She turned to her father, curiosity plainly expressed in her eyes, when suddenly her expression altered to one of horror. Legolas could only watch in helplessness as the same magic that held him captive gently lifted Daela onto the plinth and into a horizontal position. The rock under her arms and ankles then seemed to grow and change as it formed bonds around her limbs, effectively holding her to the rock and binding any movement. "Now, Gafen, we can finally get on with this, but not before I have sampled the delights your daughter is so innocently offering me." Verius' gaze took in the look of terror that passed over the girl's features as he let his hand glide up her thigh, her muscles trembling under the touch, to rest near the juncture of her thighs. Her head turned to face Legolas and she cast him a mute look of appeal. Legolas looked on helplessly, wishing for a weapon, any weapon. "It has been a very long time my child, and abstinence was never a proficiency of mine." Legolas could only gaze in shock at Lord Gafen, whose features became disinterested as he made his way over to take a seat next to Legolas. "Very well Verius, but please do hurry. I am eager to take my new partner next door and seal the bond." His only answer was his daughter's scream filled with pain and terror that reverberated loudly around the cavern. Chapter 9 The echo of Daela's initial scream had reverberated painfully in Legolas' sensitive elven ears. But Legolas could not begrudge the young woman her expression of pain, and silently the young elf prince wept for the captive woman and her plight. Legolas still lacked control of his own limbs and was forced to watch first the molestation and then the brutal violation of Daela's body. Her screams had stopped now, only slight whimpers could be heard from the hoarse throat. Daela's gaze was fixed ahead, seemingly looking at her attacker, and yet in actuality seeing nothing. But her torment was not to end there. When, finally, Verius had slaked his brutal desires the bonds were not removed. Instead Verius' hand disappeared under his robe and when it re- emerged it was clasping an ornate dagger of the darkest obsidian. From the corner of his eyes Legolas saw Lord Gafen's attention had finally returned to the proceedings, and the elf wondered again how this man could be so callous, and without feeling for his own child. His attention returned to Verius who was now softly chanting what sounded like a prayer of offering, most likely to the dark gods he worshipped. Then with economical strokes he slit first the wrists and then the ankles of the captive woman, finishing with a quick slash across her throat. Legolas felt bile rise in his throat and forced himself to swallow. Daela's whimpers of pain and distress had changed instead to a gurgling, gasping sound, as she struggled to draw in breath whilst her life's blood drained away, tears streaming down her face and mingling with the crimson fluids. Finally the sounds ceased and with it so did Daela's heartbeat. She was dead. Legolas felt more helpless tears slide down his cheeks as he mourned the loss of an innocent life. Moments later Verius walked over to where Gafen and Legolas sat. "Now Lord Gafen, in return for your sacrifice, I shall carry out my side of the bargain whilst I wait for the blood to collect." Legolas shivered in repulsion when he heard this, feeling what little he had had to eat rise again in his throat. "Come let us move you next door so that you may be more comfortable and I shall initiate the bond." Gafen rose and left the room, and one again Legolas found himself moving against his will. He struggled, knowing it was no good, but still, he tried, seeing if he had even the slightest control over his body. No good. He was taken to a small chamber just a short distance from the central chamber, but Legolas was dismayed to see the large bed that dominated this chamber. He was moved to the bed, and his body forced into a reclining position. Gafen sat beside him and grasped Legolas' hand in his own. Legolas was aware of Verius standing at the foot of the bed, and with his raised hands he began chanting anew. The words were not familiar to Legolas, but as the chanting continued he felt the hairs on his arms and neck begin to stand on edge. He felt the presence of magic in the room, and the feeling became more uncomfortable as it seemed to envelop him. Then with an audible hiss the magical field seemed to dissipate. Legolas was confused, had Verius' spell gone wrong in some way. "It is done," Verius said to Gafen, and Legolas felt his heart plummet. "The bond will be complete only once you have consummated this union. I shall leave you now to complete my own work." With that Verius swept out of the room. The captured elf could hear the door closing with an eerie sense of finality. Gafen turned to his captive elf a smile on his face. "Alone at last little prince. Finally we are united, and now we will complete our joining by consummating our union." Legolas shook his head in denial. When Verius had left the room Legolas had felt a slight change in the restraining magic that held him. It felt less now, and although his limbs felt sluggish and heavy he thought he was capable of some movement. He hoped that the rest of the magic would dissipate swiftly, and prayed that it would be in time. He started as he felt Gafen's hand begin to stroke his cheek, and tried to jerk his head away, but couldn't. He cursed inwardly to find the magic was still a bit to strong for him. "So delicate, such purity, I feel almost as if I dream, that this cannot possibly be real. I have longed since I met you to taste your soft sweet skin, to drink from your mouth." Gafen bent over the prone elf, placing his lips against Legolas'. Legolas struggled to move away from the old man, his stomach churning in disgust at the feel of the wet rubbery lips pressed against his own. A hand was placed against his jaw pulling hard, forcing his lips apart, and Legolas could not stop it. He gagged as he felt the old mans tongue invade his mouth. The old lord's still limber muscle invaded every crevice of his mouth, seeking his own tongue and trying to twist itself around Legolas' retreating one. Legolas bit down hard. With a loud cry of pain Gafen pulled away. His hand rose to his mouth. His eyes narrowed in anger. Legolas felt the coppery taste of the man's blood and with a snarl of disgust he spat it out, aiming for Gafen's face. His aim was true, but his reward was a harsh slap to his cheek that stung fiercely. "That was not very nice my sweet," Gafen said. "I will not allow this," Legolas stated, his stare filled with rage. Gafen chuckled. "You have little choice. You are mine now. Surrender and this will go easier for you. I will try to give you as much pleasure as I can. But if you fight me you will only come off the worse. We are bonded. Once we have consummated this union our souls will be intertwined and you will forever take your place at my side." "And for this you sacrifice your own child, you foul murderer," Legolas exclaimed. Gafen frowned. "Daela's loss is unfortunate but it was necessary. The women of our family have been sacrificed to Verius for five thousand years, and in return he grants us boons. You were my reward for the sacrifice of my daughter. Now you will assist me in carrying on my family line by producing my offspring." "I would sooner die," the elven prince stated, his regal bearing evident even in his current situation. "What you want matters little now. Mine are the orders you will obey. My every wish will be your duty to fulfil, and that begins with this. Now you will cease your chatter." Legolas' rage increased. "I will not. You have no right to hold me here. I want no part of this bond." "Very well, then I will enforce your silence." Gafen pulled a long cloth from a pocket and swiftly gagged Legolas. Legolas was desperate. He could still not move enough to fight his captor. His horror increased as he felt hands tug at his tunic, as it was swiftly pulled away from his body. His eyes watered and tears escaped to trickle slowly down either side of his face as he felt the leathery fingers of the old man running across his chest. A wet kiss was placed at his collarbone, and further kisses were placed in a trail from his shoulder down to his navel. Hands roamed freely across his chest before turning their attentions to the ties on his leggings. A sob caught in his throat as his leggings were removed with the same swiftness used to remove his tunic. Shivering at feeling the slight change in the temperature, he realized that he was naked before his captor. A muffled exclamation of denial escaped Legolas' lips as he felt hands touch his member, softly fondling his genitals. He felt a lick along his length, but his body failed to respond to the man's attempts to arouse him, and Legolas was glad that his control over his body's responses were still his own. Then he felt the bluntness of a digit at his opening. His body tensed. He felt the finger begin to push forward ready to breach his most private part. Then the door slammed open. Chapter 10 "Stop at once," Verius shouted out as he entered the room. Legolas released a small sigh of relief as Gafen's attention was turned away from him and directed instead to the furious sorcerer. "What is going on Verius, we had a bargain, why do you interrupt me as I am about to claim my prize," Gafen demanded, his own temper swiftly rising. "A bargain had we? I do not think so, how dare you pass off that wretched girl as your own. She had none of your blood within her. The renewal magic failed." "How can that be, she is a child of my second marriage, born a year after the consummation of that union." Gafen's anger had changed to confusion. "Then obviously your wife's get was the result of a dalliance with another man, because I assure you that child was not yours. Now how are you to fulfil your end of the bargain?" "I have no other children Verius, you know this. Allow me to complete the binding with the elf, and I swear to you the first of our offspring will be yours." "I must think on this, I shall..." Verius paused and his cocked to the side as though listening for something. Legolas with all his elven hearing could hear nothing and was confused when Verius turned about and exited the room with some haste. He did not have long to think on this though as Gafen's attention returned to him, and Legolas noted with disgust the renewed lust ignited in the man's eyes. "So Daela was not my own child, well no matter, once my bond with you is completed, you will never lie with another, and I shall know that any children you bear will be mine alone. Now I think in order to appease Verius' we should work on that first child with all haste." Gafen's hands busied themselves in removing his own clothing and Legolas found himself watching with a morbid fascination and growing sense of revulsion as the sagging leathery body of the old man was exposed to him. Gafen was swift in his undressing and soon made his way back to the Elven Prince's side. His stroking and slobbering resumed, and Legolas attempted to move away as he felt the hard length of the man pressing against his inner thigh. For a moment it felt to Legolas as though the restraining magic surrounding him lessened substantially, and his quick reflexes allowed him to take advantage. He bought his arms up and shoved hard against the old man. Gafen was not prepared for resistance and was shoved forcefully from the bed. He landed in his rear with a shout of surprise, but was hasty in rising to his feet and making his way warily back to the bed. Legolas again tried to remove himself from the bed but the sense of restraint had returned and he was again helpless before his captor. Gafen was still approaching, his stride hesitant, as though waiting to see what the elf would do next. Then he took in the expression of frustration in Legolas and laughed. "You will pay for that little one," he said. His expression was still smiling and affectionate as he struck Legolas hard about the head. Legolas reeled with the strength of the blow, his ears ringing. Another blow split his lip and he felt the taste of his own blood fill his mouth where it slipped past the gag. The pain increased as Gafen's lips covered his own, grinning painfully against his mouth, the ends of the cloth digging painfully into his mouth, and Legolas struggled with the limited movement he could force from his body. It was not enough, and Gafen's hands were again roaming over his body. Gafen sat back and grinned in satisfaction at the ravaged appearance of the elf beneath him. Elven blood smeared both Legolas' mouth and his own, and he gleefully licked his lips, noting the disgust expressed by the elf. "Now, little Prince, we become one." Gafen moved down Legolas' body and began to force the elf's thighs apart. Sounds of distress made their way past Legolas' gag and his tossed from side to side in denial, he once again felt the presence of something blunt at his entrance. Suddenly Gafen's expression changed from one charged with lust to shock and disbelief. His eyes looked down at his own chest and Legolas' following his gaze noted the tip of a piece of metal just peeking from between Gafen's ribs, a small trickle of blood began to slide down his chest. Gafen's body jerked suddenly and the metal piece disappeared, and Gafen's body slowed slumped forward so that he was covering Legolas. Legolas could see very little with Gafen's body covering most of his own, but suddenly Gafen's body was being lifted, and Legolas looked up in shock to see a familiar face before him, at the same time he felt the magical restraint around him disappear entirely. His rescuer dumped the body of Gafen on the floor beside the bed before approaching the Elven Prince. Legolas flinched as the man's hand brushed against his shoulder, and then his gag was removed. A cloak placed across his naked form, and Legolas felt relief wash over his body. It began with small tremors, and grew until Legolas' body was wracked with shudders of reaction. He looked up again at his rescuer, and tears formed in his eyes. "Thank you, Prince Elessar," he managed finally. Chapter 11 Boromir looked at Legolas in confusion. "I am not Prince Elessar," he said, wishing at the same time that he was. Legolas' eyes flew to Boromir's in shock. "But... Who are you then?" he Prince asked. "I am Boromir, son of Lord Denethor, and cousin to Prince Elessar. But surely you knew this. Aragorn must have told you." "Why would Aragorn tell me that you were Prince Elessar's cousin?" Legolas asked, his confusion deepening. He was not the only one. "Why would he not, we are after all to become related once you and Aragorn are wedded." "But I'm not marrying Aragorn, I am betrothed to Prince... oh!" Realisation finally dawned on Legolas, and his colour heightened in embarrassment. "Aragorn is Prince Elessar?" Boromir smiled, and Legolas noticed that it softened the man's features making him look less cold. "Indeed. I see that there has been some confusion. I must remember to take my cousin to task for not making things clearer." He laughed suddenly and Legolas was startled slightly by the unexpected sound. "You thought I was Prince Elessar." Boromir chuckled to himself, as Legolas watched in bemusement, then his face seemed to sober. "I think my Prince, that is time we took you from here and delivered you safely back to your father. But first, I think we should remedy your state of undress, I would like to give your father less cause for concern." Legolas nodded, and stiffly sat clutching Boromir's cloak to his naked form. "I think that my clothes are somewhere here. I am unsure as to their condition. Lord Gafen... he was not thoughtful in his haste to divest me of my clothing." Boromir looked back to the tense figure of the elf. "T'will be alright. Ah here, this looks to be your tunic," Boromir said on a note of triumph as he spotted the soft blue material under a pile of what seemed to have been Gafen's own clothing. Boromir pulled out the lightweight, elven crafted fabric and inspected it. He noticed Legolas turn his head away from the body. "Here," he said passing the tunic to Legolas, "It does not appear too badly torn. I shall see if I can find your breeches amongst this pile." Boromir sifted through the pile until he saw what looked to part of the Prince's breeches, however they were under the corpse of the old lord. Boromir pushed the body aside with little care and found that the clothing was indeed the Prince's breeches. They had a small amount of blood on them but Boromir thought that they should still be wearable. He passed them to Legolas who looked grateful. Boromir noticed that Legolas made no move to put on the clothes, or even to remove the cloak, instead he seemed to be sending nervous looks at Boromir, and with sudden comprehension Boromir turned his back on the Prince to allow him some privacy to dress. He heard the rustling of clothing behind him, and a few moments later a tap on his shoulder told him that the Prince had finished. He turned back to face the elf, taking in the weary and pale face before him. "Come, let us reunite you with your loved ones," he said gently, opening the door and leading the way. A fleeting touch halted Boromir for a moment, and he turned back to the elf in query. "I think that I may have misjudged you previously," Legolas said softly. Boromir nodded in acknowledgement of the proffered apology and left the room. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thranduil stood in the main cavern near the Daela's corpse. Celeborn, Elrond stood with him. "This room is full of dark magic," he said frowning at the young girl's body, "I pray that Legolas was not subject to the same fate as this child." "I do not think that to be the case," Celeborn said. "I fear that Legolas' captor's had a darker fate in mind for your son. Galadriel did not say much of the warnings she had received from her mirror but she left me with the impression that time was of the essence in order for us to save your son from a fate far worse than that of death." "If he is here, Boromir will find him," Elrond said confidently. "Indeed, I did not have to look very far," a voice said from the entrance. Boromir strode into the main cavern and from behind him stepped Legolas. Thranduil's heart skipped a beat as he saw his son standing by the man, his face pale and strained, his clothes torn and bloodied. Thranduil despaired at the fragile appearance of his offspring, and without hesitation he moved to stand before his son. Legolas was quickly gathered into a crushing embrace, and Thranduil noted the momentary tension, and his son's involuntary flinch, before the young prince allowed himself to relax in his father's arms. Legolas turned his face into his father's shoulder, blocking out the gruesome sight of Daela's ravaged body, and allowed a few tears to escape. "Shhhh, my child," Thranduil said softly so that only his son could hear. "All will be well now. You are safe." Legolas remained as he was and listened with only half an ear as Boromir explained that he had found Lord Gafen and been forced to kill the older man. Thranduil noted that Boromir looked pointedly at Legolas before stating that he would explain further upon their return to the palace. Sounds at the doorway startled the young prince, and Thranduil automatically ran his hand soothingly down his son's back until he felt Legolas relax once more. Galadriel glided in, a weary look upon her face, followed by two other elves from Lothlorien. "Were you successful my love?" Celeborn enquired. Galadriel shook her head sadly, "He managed to escape us, although not without a great drain on his magical resources. Yet I fear we may not have seen the last of the dark sorcerer." Legolas gasped as he realised who they were speaking of. Verius was still free. Thranduil threw a glare at the lady of the golden woods which she ignored as she gracefully walked towards Legolas. She placed a gentle hand on his back noting the tension, and eased the slightest touch of her magic into him. A little more she dare not risk for he would surely detect it, yet she felt the benefits of her small touch as the young prince relaxed again. "Thranduil, it is time we left, we can nothing more here. I will have Denethor send some men to make sure that all loose ends are tied up here. The most important thing now is seeing Legolas returned to Minas Tirith. Aragorn should have heard the news by now, and I fear his reaction may be somewhat violent if he is not assured of the Prince's safety." Elrond said with a wry smile. Thranduil returned the smile and began to move towards the doorway gently manoeuvring his son along with him. Legolas' was astonished when he arrived outside and saw a number of giant eagles on every available perch. "This is how you reached me so quickly?" he asked his father. "But how did you know where to find me?" "That is thanks to both the lady Galadriel and Mithrandir." "Mithrandir is here?" Thranduil noted the look of anticipation in his son's eyes and breathed a silent sigh of relief that Legolas appeared to be getting over his ordeal. "Indeed, it was he who called the eagles to our aid. Without their assistance we should never have arrived in time to foil whatever plans Lord Gafen had made." Thranduil's arms tightened protectively around Legolas as he thought about what might have been. "Come now. You shall ride with me. Celdarion will have to ride with one of the Lorien elves." "Celdarion? Then he is well. Forgive me for my selfishness father, I had forgotten to ask after Celdarion's well being. When I was taken I felt sure he had been killed." The Mirkwood kind smiled. "Indeed he is very well, again thanks to the Lady Galadriel, she freed him from the dark magic that was restraining him." "That is very good news, I must thank the lady myself." "That you must, but you will do so later. She will forgive you I'm sure for wanting to bathe and rest awhile first." "I am not tired," Legolas said, but his fatigue was clearly shown on his face and in the way he held himself. "Of course you are not my son," Thranduil said with a smile. "You merely have small weights attached to your eyes that make them droop so." Legolas graced his father with a small smile, and was then assisted onto the back of one of the great eagles, his father ascending behind him. Thranduil spoke softly to their mount, and they were swiftly propelled by strong wings into the air. As the eagle circled to attain height, Thranduil looked down at the ground below. He saw the others making preparations to leave and follow them back to the palace, then he turned his attention back to his son to make sure the young prince was comfortable. He smiled gently as he noticed that Legolas had already drifted into the dreamscape. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Legolas' vision shifted as he moved his consciousness from the dreamscape to the real world. He looked at his surroundings in surprise. He was in the rooms provided for him at the palace of Minas Tirith. How had he arrived here? Then memory returned and the young elf recalled the giant eagles summoned by Mithrandir that had carried himself and his father back to Minas Tirith. He remembered nothing of the journey and could only assume that he had fallen into dreams shortly after they had left Verius' lair. Just thinking about the dark sorcerer caused shivers of apprehension to slide along Legolas' spine. The elven Prince pushed thoughts of the sorcerer aside and instead refreshed himself with clean water from a basin that had been left in his chambers. He was just donning his overtunic when loud voices caught his attention. "You cannot enter this chamber," Legolas recognised Celdarion's voice. "This is my palace, I shall enter any place I please, now stand aside." Legolas smiled at the fury in that other familiar voice. "I shall not, I have been given strict instructions by King Thranduil himself that no one save himself is to be allowed entry into Prince Legolas' chambers." Celdarion's voice had taken on that stubborn tone that Legolas' recalled well. "And I am telling you that I will be allowed entry to visit with my betrothed, now move aside you mule headed elf." Legolas detected the sounds of a scuffle and thought it best that he interrupted before Celdarion caused harm to the man demanding entry. He moved silently to the door and opened it swiftly, to be greeted by the sight of Aragorn and Celdarion locked in a wrestling grip. Both looked up at the sudden interruption and Legolas was forced to hide a smile at the dismay on both faces. "Might I ask why my rest is being disturbed so volubly?" he enquired silkily? "My Prince!" "Legolas!" Two voices rang out simultaneously and the combatants turned and glared at each other. Legolas did not bother to hide his smile this time but instead held up a hand for silence when he saw that both would speak again. "Celdarion I wish to see my father, is he in his sitting room?" the young Prince enquired. "Yes my lord, he has been awaiting your presence," Celdarion said formally. "That is good, I shall go to him now," Legolas moved away from his own chambers and towards his fathers room, noticing the look of triumph on Celdarion's face, and the glum expression on Aragorn's. "Aragorn, you may accompany me," he added softly, and stifled a laugh at the turnabout in expressions. Aragorn quickly caught up with the elven Prince taking Legolas' arm in a proprietary fashion. He noticed Legolas' flinch and the tense muscles beneath his hand and his mouth tightened in anger, but did not remove his grip, instead waiting for Legolas to relax somewhat. Eventually Legolas turned to him and gave him a small smile. Aragorn returned the smile hopefully. "When were you going to tell me that you are Prince Elessar?" Chapter 12 Aragorn halted in surprise. His hand, still gripping the elf's arm, forced Legolas to halt too. Pain, guilt and a touch of confusion touched Aragorn's face as he looked at the Elven Prince. "You were not aware that I am Prince Elessar?" he asked carefully. Legolas shook his head, "I was not. You introduced yourself to me only as Aragorn." "I knew that you were unaware of my identity when first we met, but I felt sure that you had been informed afterwards, once the betrothal had been made." Legolas shook his head in the negative again. "Legolas, just who did you think you were marrying?" Legolas blushed and his gaze dropped. "I had thought that it was Boromir. From things that had been said and from his seat next to Lord Denethor at the evening meals I had thought he was Prince Elessar." Aragorn frowned, and his hand fell away from Legolas. The elf keenly felt the loss of its warmth. "I see, I understand now why you kept trying to back away whenever I sought you out. Legolas do you want to marry Boromir. I can arrange for our engagement to be dissolved. There will be no bad feelings between our two kingdoms." Aragorn felt denial rage through his heart but forced himself to say the words anyway. He would not force his beloved into this marriage if his own feelings were not returned. "Nay nay," Legolas said quickly. He blushed again but his eyes met Aragorn's with no fear. "I very much want for this marriage to take place. It is a good thing for both of our kingdoms... and I fear you already have my heart," he shyly. Aragorn felt the sweet rush of relief, and he pulled Legolas closer to him. Legolas pushed back the initial feeling of discomfort at being held so close, and allowed the man to pull him into an embrace. His eyes closed of their own volition and Legolas waited for the man's lips to meet his own. That first sweet touch, as Aragorn's firm yet gentle lips met his own caused Legolas to moan softly and open his mouth to allow further exploration. Aragorn wasted no time, and quickly broached the sweet interior of Legolas' mouth. He felt the shy touch of a tongue against his own and struggled briefly with his burning desire in order not to alarm the young elf with the strength of his passion. That would come later he assured himself. Instead he allowed his own tongue to gently dance around Legolas' teasing and stroking. The need for air forced them to separate and Aragorn looked at the flushed and dazed expression of the Elven Prince with a twinge of pride. He had done that to the young elf. He alone. His hand sought Legolas' and he squeezed the slender digits. "I feel it only fair that you have gifted me with your heart, for you took mine from the moment I first saw you." Aragorn declared. "I look forward now to our wedding night, where I shall make you my own." Legolas forced a small laugh to hide his sudden tension. He did not yet want to think about the intimate act he would perform with Aragorn, not when it had so nearly been forced upon him by another man. Instead he turned and gestured to Aragorn to come with him as he once more made his way to his father's rooms. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thranduil turned away from the window as the door to his sitting room was opened and his son stepped inside. He was closely followed by Elessar, and Thranduil sent the man a sharp look, which the young man blithely ignored. The young Prince had been loitering all morning waiting for Legolas to arise and Thranduil had warned him not to disturb his son. He curbed his tongue though for he saw his son's hand in that of the man. He moved forward to embrace Legolas. His arms wrapping themselves around his son's lean body. One hand stroking through the long golden hair that so resembled his own. He placed a gentle kiss on Legolas' forehead and sent a swift prayer of thanks to the Valar for returning his precious son to him. Legolas was the only living thing that remained of his late wife, and Thranduil would have worshipped his son for that alone. Yet throughout his entire life Legolas had been nothing but the brightest of beacons for his people. He was practically worshipped by some residents of Mirkwood, and had they not known the mortification that would be thrust upon the young Prince he would no doubt have been followed everyday, with flowers strewn across the very ground he walked on. Yet Thranduil thought the devotion that he inspired in people made him no less a warrior. Legolas had been trained, from the moment he was old enough to handle a weapon, in the warrior ways, and although he may not have seen as many battles or skirmishes as some, he was still a fiercely competent warrior, deadly in hand to hand combat, and deadlier still with his bow and long knives. He is the perfect blending of both mother and father, Thranduil thought fondly and released his son. He gestured for both Legolas and Elessar to be seated, and he himself took his usual chair by the window. "Now Legolas, tell me why you are not still abed." Legolas smiled in familiarity of this old subject. "Tell me father, have you ever been able to keep me to my bed for any length of time?" "Indeed, that is true. I should warn you now Prince Elessar that you will have great difficulty in trying to keep my son in any one place for any length of time. When he was younger I had at times resorted to tying him to his bed to force him to rest and recover after being wounded. That of course lasted only until he had managed to free himself from the bindings." Aragorn looked closely at his embarrassed intended, then turned back to the King. "Your Majesty please address me by my given name Aragorn. I find Elessar to be far too formal, and after all are we not to be family in just a few short days? I shall however take note of your lesson, and perhaps, should it become necessary I shall commission the dwarves to create the finest chains of mithril. For surely nothing less will restrain your son." Aragorn and Thranduil shared a laugh ignoring the glowering look Legolas gave them both. "Very well Legolas, since you have arisen, we shall all wait for Lord Elrond to call on us. He checked briefly last night for any sign of injury whilst you lay sleeping my son, but we all wish just to make sure that you are as well as you can be this morning." Thranduil said, his face taking on a serious expression. Legolas frowned and looked discomfited. "Please father, do not fuss so. I am well. I suffered no wounds during my captivity." "That may be so, yet I think we shall all feel much better for having that confirmed by Lord Elrond. He should arrive shortly. I told someone to fetch him the minute you had awoken." The room fell silent then, both Aragorn and Thranduil shooting concerned looks at the oblivious Elven Prince who sat tensely staring ahead. The silence was broken a short time later by new arrivals. Lord Elrond had arrived. He was not alone though and Legolas looked on in increasing anxiety as Lady Galadriel, Lord Celeborn, Lord Denethor and Mithrandir also entered the room. "Legolas, it is good to see you awake," the lady of the golden wood said with a gentle smile. "I thank you," Legolas said formally. "I also offer my thanks for your assistance in both freeing Celdarion from the dark magic entrapping him, and for your part in my recovery last night." "I was glad to be of assistance," she replied with a soft smile and gentle eyes. "Come now, Legolas, if you will join me in your father's bedroom, I will quickly examine, then we may return here to discuss the events leading up to your recovery last night." Lord Elrond beckoned the younger elf to follow him. Legolas cast a quick look around the room, but found no avenue of help. Everyone was looking at him expectantly, waiting for him to follow Elrond. Legolas sighed and his shoulders slumped visibly. He rose with grace and followed the Lord of Rivendell into the next room. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Legolas stood stiffly in the centre of the room. "Is this really so difficult?" Lord Elrond enquired gently. Legolas looked up, his eyes watering, his mouth creating a small moue of distress. "I do not wish to be touched," he said. "I understand. Have you spoken to Aragorn yet?" Legolas gazed back at the older Elven lord with a look of confusion, "Spoken to him concerning what?" "Don't you think you should tell him about your reluctance for physical contact? It may not help for him to find out on your wedding night." Elrond looked consideringly at the young prince. "You can still call this event off." Legolas cast a sharp look at Elrond. "Nay. I do not want that. I do wish to be married to Aragorn. With every fibre of my being. I will conquer this fear before we are wedded, I will not let the actions of Lord Gafen spoil my chances for happiness." Legolas said determinedly. "That is very admirable little one, but how will you conquer this fear in just a few short days when you can barely restrain yourself from flinching every time someone touches you, inadvertent or not." "It is not so bad when Aragorn touches me. The initial contact is the worst, for the shock of it, but I know it is he, and his touch comforts me, as does that of my father. This will not be a problem," he insisted. "Very well. Come then, let us return to the others," Elrond turned back towards the door. "I thought that you were to inspect me for injuries?" Legolas asked hesitantly. Elrond looked back at the young prince. "My inspection of you last night whilst you were sleeping was sufficient, there was as you say no real physical harm beyond a few bruises which I hastened in healing." Legolas nodded, glad that he had been unconscious for that examination. "My thanks," he said and followed the Elven Lord back into his father's sitting room. The other's had already taken seats and instinctively Legolas sat on a small stool next to his father. Thranduil absent mindedly placed his hand on Legolas' back stroking softly to comfort the tense figure of his son. "Prince Legolas, can you please tell us how you came to captured?" Lord Denethor asked. Legolas nodded, casting his mind back to that day. "I had decided to go riding that morning. Aragorn had left already to join the dunedain. Celdarion came with me, his dislikes my going anywhere without a protector," he laughed bitterly. "We had not long been in the woods when we were confronted by a man. Although at that time we did not know that he was actually a sorcerer wielding dark magics." "Verius?" Celeborn asked, and Legolas flinched at the name. "Yes. He called forth magic which flew from his hands and subdued both Celdarion and I instantly. I knew nothing then until I awoke. I was already in the lair of the sorcerer, but his dark magics restrained me still. I could not move at all. It was then that he revealed that he was in the employ of Lord Gafen." "Why should a sorcerer of Verius' calibre be in the employ of an old man?" Thranduil mused allowed. "I do not believe that he was employed in the way you are thinking. I think that this all stemmed from a bargain. Something Lord Gafen had that Verius wanted. Is that not so Legolas?" Galadriel cast knowing eyes upon the Prince. "Daela," he forced out through frozen lips. "When he was... Gafen... he told me that his family had long held a pact with Verius. That women from their family had been given over to him." "What happened to the women?" Denethor asked deeply disturbed. He had known Gafen for a very long time and had suspected nothing the nefarious goings on at Gafen's estate. "Murdered," Legolas said, "If they were lucky." Those who had seen Daela's ravaged body understood immediately what this meant, and Aragorn who had seen much in his time with the dunedain also understood the meaning behind Legolas' words. "Verius had some use for their blood, I think that he used it in some way to keep himself youthful. He himself had fathered the line originally." Legolas continued. "That would make sense," Mithrandir spoke for the first time. "The blood of his own line is closer in connection with whatever magics he is using. The dark arts always calls for a blood sacrifice, and if you do not wish to use your own, what could be the next best thing, other than to use the blood of your kin." Shudders snaked their way down the spines of most of the rooms occupants. "So, Verius has succeeded in prolonging his life span again?" Celeborn asked. "No," they all turned to look at Legolas. "The magic failed. Verius said that it had failed because Daela was not really Gafen's daughter." "Ha, so he is vulnerable now. There is no one left of his line to procure new sources from now that Gafen is dead." Thranduil stated fiercely glad. "I would not be so sure. I do not think that Verius is one to give up so easily." Mithrandir stated. "In any case, we shall not need to worry about him for some time. Galadriel you said that last night had drained him severely. Well then, we can place him out of our minds for a while. We still have the wedding to arrange. Then we can concentrate on hunting out this foul piece of vermin and eliminating him," Thranduil said. "Very well, in three days hence, Aragorn and Legolas shall be wedded, and the treaty between Mirkwood and Gondor sealed," Denethor said with a note of satisfaction. Chapter 13 After Lord Denethor's statement conversation had moved on to the forthcoming celebrations, so Aragorn quickly made his excuses and dragged Legolas off with him. The Elven Prince made no argument having no wish to be drawn into conversations about decorations for the main banqueting hall, or even the city as a whole. Aragorn maintained his hold on Legolas' hand and led him outside to the gardens. They made their way with few interruptions to the secluded waterfall that Aragorn had previously revealed to the elf. "At last, I have you to myself," Aragorn said with no little satisfaction. He drew Legolas down to sit on the grass beside him. "There has been so little time since I learned of your abduction. I want you to know Legolas that had it been possible I would have been there myself to rescue you. The messenger bearing the news from Minas Tirith did not reach me until I had joined the dunedain, and then as much as we wished to rush back to take part in your recovery our party was attacked by orcs near the borders of Southern Mirkwood. Please forgive me for not being there." Legolas smiled gently. "No forgiveness is required Aragorn. I know that you did everything in your power to return as swiftly as possible and I could never hold the delays against you. All that matters is that I am here with you now." "Yes that is the most important thing. I wish for these next few days to pass swiftly so that we can be bonded. United as one." "Truly I wish that too, although I fear that we shall have very little time after the marriage ceremony before your coronation as King of Gondor." Legolas pointed out. "And your coronation as Prince Consort," Aragorn added. "Yet we have the rest of our lives to enjoy one another. But first you must tell me of your fears." Legolas frowned in confusion, "I do not understand." Aragorn gently stroked Legolas' fingers. "My love, I have seen how you pull away whenever anyone touches you. I understand this comes from your treatment at the hands of Gafen and the sorcerer Verius. I want for you to be able to talk to me of anything that troubles you. What pains you pains me also. Please beloved do not pull away. Talk to me. I could think no less of you, you are my light, nothing will change that." Legolas felt tears spring to his eyes at Aragorn's earnest expression and heartfelt words. "I... It is difficult Aragorn. Please believe me, I do not mean to pull away from you, it is just that whenever I feel the brush of another against my skin, it reminds me of hands touching me against my will. My mind is thrown back to that room, where I could not move. I feared for my virtue, indeed for my very soul. Had Boromir not arrived when he did... I am trying so very hard to push this memory aside. I do not wish to disappoint you." "This you could never do. I know also that this will also take time to heal. I promise you now Legolas, I shall do nothing that you do not consent to. I will never hurt you." Aragorn said fervently. "I know that you mean well, but you cannot promise that you will never cause me hurt. However I know that you would never cause me hurt intentionally, and that is all anyone can promise another." "Dear Legolas, you are so very wise," Aragorn said with a teasing smile. Then his expression sobered. "I should very much like to kiss you now, if you do not object." Legolas affected a sober expression too, but the twinkling of humour in his eyes gave him away. "I think I should very much like that." He held his breath as Aragorn's head moved closer to his own, yet slowly so as to give Legolas time to pull away should he wish it. Such was Legolas' anticipation of the kiss that he did not pull away and was lost immediately to the sensations that Aragorn's lips against his own invoked. His hands came up to rest on Aragorn's shoulders, and he felt the man's hands gently caress the back of his head and the skin at the side of his throat. He moaned softly, trying to deepen the kiss. Aragorn pulled away as the need for air became too demanding, though he paused only for a moment to gaze into Legolas' glazed blue eyes before he moved back in for another kiss. Aragorn's hand slid slowly of it's own volition to the front of Legolas' tunic. His hand automatically seeking a way to the bare skin beneath even as Aragorn was absorbed in the kiss. Legolas too was held captive to the sensation that arose from this passionate embrace, until he felt Aragorn's fingers against his chest. He immediately froze in a mind numbing moment of panic. "No," he murmured in distress trying to pull away. It took Aragorn a few moments to notice that Legolas was no longer an active participant; indeed the elf was beginning to struggle within his embrace. He pulled away in confusion. Then he noticed the tense face of the elf before him, and realised that the wandering of his hands had led to Legolas' current panicked state. "Legolas," he called softly trying to recapture the Elf Prince's attention. Blinking as though waking from a dream Legolas responded to his voice and turned to look at him. Realization of his surroundings calmed him somewhat, and he felt the embarrassed confusion well up inside him. "Aragorn I... I am sorry." "It is okay Legolas, it is my fault. I should not have been so eager, I forgot for a moment." Legolas' face took on a bitter expression. "I wish that I could also forget." "In time you will, but you cannot rush this thing," Aragorn offered sagely. "Come now. It has been some time since breakfast and I am quite famished. Let us see what we can sneak from the cook." Aragorn rose and offered his hand to the elf prince. Legolas looked up at him and nodded, before taking the hand and rising gracefully to his feet. ~~~ Lunch became a hurried affair as Lord Denethor found them whilst they were eating, and informed them that their presence was required to go over more of the plans for the ceremony. Aragorn looked at Legolas, his eyes conveying the boredom he was sure was to follow and Legolas suppressed a snigger as they were hurried to Denethor's study. Their meeting with Denethor proved to be the first of many which would culminate in first the marriage union, followed by the coronation some three days after that. They found very little time to call their own, and try as they might no excuses could be made that would satisfy any of their elders. So it was they found themselves taking last minute lessons from Lord Denethor on what they should expect upon taking up the reigns of leadership. Both Princes found themselves captive to their tailors on more than one occasion as both their wedding outfits and in Legolas' case, almost an entirely new wardrobe suited for Gondorian statesmanship were created in record time. And then the day dawned. The day that Legolas had been both wishing for and dreading at the same time. He had no misgivings over his mate. Now that he was aware of Aragorn's identity he could not be happier. He was more than ready to spend the rest of his life with the man. He did feel some slight measure of guilt in the way that he had thought of Boromir, when he had mistakenly taken Lord Denethor's elder son for Prince Elessar. Since his rescue he had looked upon the man with new eyes, and had even discovered the reason for Boromir's cold countenance. Tragically Boromir's young wife had died in childbirth, and with her their first child. From all accounts the man had been heartbroken, nothing could console him, until he eventually closed his heart away from the rest of the world. Legolas hoped that in time he could find some means of helping Boromir overcome his grief. Such a thing would only pay back a small part of the debt that Legolas felt he owed Boromir for his timely rescue. A knock on the door caught his attention. "Yes?" he called out. Celdarion's head appeared around the doorway. "If you have had enough of your bed, perhaps you might get up to prepare yourself for the ceremony," he older elf said in a dry tone. Legolas laughed lightly and threw one of his pillows at the nimble elf who avoided it without effort, catching it, and throwing it back with some force at the young prince. Legolas' own reflexes did not let him down and he jumped swiftly from the bed to avoid the pillow. "Cease Celdarion. I am risen. Now please allow me a few moments to collect myself before I face the trial that is my father." "I am sure His Majesty wishes only for perfection on your special day," Celdarion said soberly, a mischievous smirk playing around his mouth. "Yes I am sure that is so, and that is why he is waiting for me armed with his personal tailor, and a barrage of the palace's servants all ready to do his bidding whilst I stand as a statue and allow them to dress me to their satisfaction." A sulking pout appeared on Legolas' face. "Yes you must also remember that this is your father's last opportunity for these activities. He is ever aware that from now on your place is here in the city of men with only time for brief visits to the land of your birth. It will not be easy for him Legolas," Celdarion said, his tone all seriousness now. Legolas sighed. "I know. It will be just as hard for me I am sure. Never have I spent any amount of time away from Mirkwood, or indeed even my father. He has been the constant in my life without whom I would surely not be the elf I am today." "Such a pity then, that your father did not decide to bundle you off to one of his distant relatives for safekeeping and save us all the bother of your antics." Celdarion said smiling. "Ah, foul creature, begone!" Legolas shouted and threw another pillow at the retreating warrior. Legolas allowed a short amount of time to freshen himself before going to his father's rooms. As expected, the room was full of servants awaiting his appearance before they could, under the eagle eyes of King Thranduil begin to make him ready for his marriage ceremony. Legolas suffered through it in silence. Allowing his father a last chance to fuss over him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aragorn's preparations couldn't have been more different. With the minimum amount of fuss, only his valet and Lord Elrond present Aragorn dressed himself for one of the most important days of his life. The outfit he had chosen was simple in design. A creamy coloured outfit, white breeches that fit him snugly, with tan boots that came up to just under his knees. A tunic of the same colour completed the outfit. He was bereft of all weapons, ceremonial or otherwise as befit the occasion. On his head he wore only a simple silver circlet that denoted his status as Crown Prince. This would be exchanged for a formal crown on the day of his coronation and a golden circlet for day-to-day affairs of state. Now all he had to do was wait until it was time whereupon the leader of the dunedain, a hard man named Crelyn would come to fetch him and he would be escorted to his honour guard. They would lead him then to the large square in the centre of Minas Tirith, so that his marriage would be subject to his citizens. Once the ceremony was complete they would escort both he and his new consort back to the palace to take part in the festivities. He knew all of this, and still could not explain why time would not fly faster, that he might be wedded to Legolas all the sooner. Lord Elrond watched on in amusement. Finally, to Aragorn's great relief, Crelyn appeared at the doorway, and with a raised eyebrow at the pacing of his liege lord, said simply, "It is time." Aragorn's little cortège made their way through the main streets of Minas Tirith to the city's central square. Crowds lined the sides of the streets and people hung from windows in the buildings behind them, all wishing for a glimpse of their future king. The roaring of the crowd was heart warming to Aragorn. As they reached the square Aragorn saw that again every available space was filled with crowds of his people. A large dais sat in the middle of the square surrounded by palace guards standing to attention. On the dais itself sat many of the dignitaries who had travelled to witness his wedding and his coronation, they sat together to one side. Their number included the Lady Galadriel, Lord Celeborn, Lord Denethor, and along with them his foster father Lord Elrond. In the centre of the dais stood a tall grey bearded figure the Istari, Mithrandir who was to preside over the ceremony itself. Aragorn watched absentmindedly as his escort of dunedain took their place on the dais, both to witness the event and to act as a further guard for the Royal party. He walked over to take his place by the wizard, and to await his beloved's arrival. His eyes searched the main avenue that led from the palace to the square looking for some sign of his betrothed. A hand on his arm drew his attention back. "Patience young man, he will arrive. I believe it is customary for one's intended to arrive a little late, it heightens the anticipation does it not?" the wizard said with a gentle smile. "You are right Mithrandir, yet I have longed for this moment it seems for all of my life. Now that I am finally here I want everything to go perfectly. It cannot even begin of course until my intended actually arrives." Suddenly the roaring of the crowds seemed to lessen, replaced instead with a hushed murmur of awe, which seemed to sweep across the crowd. Aragorn turned swiftly back to the main avenue, and was greeted with a breathtaking sight. Down the avenue a party of elves seemed to glide. It was a mixed party consisting of both female and male elves, all dressed similarly. All wore tunics of forest green, symbol of a wood elf. Their long hair hung loose, woven with flowers. Two elves at the front of the party were dropping flower petals as they walked. As they reached the dais the front ranks of the elves moved aside and Aragorn's jaw dropped in open-mouthed wonder. For there stood Legolas. Aragorn could not draw his attention away from his betrothed to take in the Prince's father at his side, instead Aragorn tried to focus merely on breathing. The Elven Prince was dressed in a tunic made of a pearly colour that seemed to shine with it's own glow. Perhaps it was not the tunic but actually the glow from within Legolas, Aragorn mused, and indeed the elf did seem to glow. His hair hung down his back small braids woven into its length, and into those braids were placed small flowers. A small circlet woven from leaves and flowers also sat upon his head, a testament to both his status as Prince and a wood elf. Thranduil's head was similarly adorned but more ornately. Aragorn's eyes travelled down the Prince's body noting the form fitting breeches, also in a pearly colour, and his bare feet. Aragorn's breath almost left his body as he took in the perfectly formed feet that walked lightly over the strewn petals leaving no sign of his passing. His travelled back up again to meet the eyes of his beloved. Legolas stood serenely, the focus of all attention now, and yet not seeming to be aware of that fact. Instead his eyes had only one focus. Aragorn. His blue eyes burned with an intensity that was breathtaking, and Aragorn watched as that gaze, and its owner drew nearer. Thranduil signalled subtly with his hand and the company of elves dispersed to take up positions amongst the dunedain on the dais. Thranduil bought Legolas to stand at Aragorn's side, and smiled to himself as he saw that the two young ones had eyes only for each other. His gaze flickered around and he saw Lord Elrond smiling in acknowledgement. The sudden booming sound of Mithrandir's staff hitting the dais echoed loudly in the square and indeed carried on through the streets. Its effect was immediate. All sound ceased and the eyes of everyone were drawn back to the Istari. Even the two young Princes forcibly removed their gaze from each other to focus upon the old wizard who was to conduct the ceremony. "Ah, now that I have your attention," Mithrandir said with a small smile. "Shall we begin? Citizens of Middle Earth you have gathered here today to witness the union of Aragorn, son of Arathorn, Crown Prince of Gondor, Lord of the Dunedain with Legolas son of Thranduil, Crown Prince of the Elven realm of Mirkwood." The wizard's words seemed to boom out unnaturally loud so that all those gathered in the square might hear. Aragorn and Legolas shared another swift look before turning once again to the wizard. "For this union to be binding, both parties must agree without coercion that this union is what they desire. Aragorn, do you freely enter into this union with Legolas understanding that once the union is complete is cannot be dissolved?" "I do," Aragorn said without hesitation smiling at his beloved. "And you Legolas, do you also freely enter into this union with Aragorn understanding that once the union is complete is cannot be dissolved?" "Yes, I do," Legolas said firmly. "Good, good," the Istari said smiling. "Now if you will please join hands." Mithrandir began a chanting, that although softly spoken seemed to echo with clarity throughout the crowds, and the people massed held their breath in anticipation of what magic was being worked here. Suddenly the air seemed to shimmer around the two Princes. The air seemed to become slightly less clear with an almost bluish tinge to it. To the two within this magical working things were no different at first. First there seemed to be a slight tickle to the nerves. Then there was the strangest sensation of a touch on their minds. The touch increasing, as the air around them seemed to grow more magically charged. Finally all mental barriers were swept away and Legolas and Aragorn found themselves mentally joined. Their thoughts easily accessible to the other, and suddenly Legolas found himself bathed in a mental light as Aragorn projected through the link the very depths of his feelings for the Elven Prince. Tears formed in Legolas' eyes as he beheld himself through Aragorn's eyes, a creature of light and beauty, a representation of all that was wonderful in the world. Legolas focused upon his own feelings for the man and projected them into Aragorn's mind. A dazzling smile was his response as Aragorn in return beheld himself as Legolas saw him. Strong, brave, and caring were at his core, yet the package came wrapped in a very attractive wrapping. "I love you," he said to the man before him. "As I do you," was his reply. The air around them seemed to thicken to an almost solid state and then with a small pop it was gone, as was their mental connection. Legolas immediately missed the feel of Aragorn's mind caressing his own. "It is done," a voice intoned near them, and they turned with dazed expressions to the intense cheering of the crowd. "You are now married," Mithrandir offered gently to them. Aragorn raised Legolas' hand to his mouth, and gently kissed the silken skin. "You are now mine," he said. "As you are mine," Legolas grinned happily, and tugging his hand away from Aragorn's mouth, he moved in to replace it with his own lips. And the married couple exchanged their first embrace, much to the approval of those gathered. "Come," the old wizard said loudly, "Let us go and celebrate." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Food and refreshments had been waiting for their return to the palace and the married couple were firmly ensconced at the head table to receive their guests. Many of the visiting dignitaries had bought gifts, which were now presented. From the lords of men came gifts of horses, fine cloth, the finest vintage wines, and many other things prized by the kingdoms of men. Even the dwarves had attended, and though they did not understand why a man should wish to wed an elf they did not want to ruin relations between the kingdoms of men and the dwarves. With them they bought glittering jewels, created with the finest workmanship, made from the gems they mined combined with precious metals such as gold, and silver. One dwarf paused before their table, and Aragorn smiled knowingly before getting up from his seat beside his new consort and moving to stand before the dwarf. "Gimli, son of Gloin, it has been long since we met, yet I thank you for coming on this, the happiest of days. Tell me, were you able to complete my request?" Aragorn said, and Legolas watched with curiosity as the dwarf Gimli presented a small box to his new husband. "I did indeed Prince Elessar. The finest raw materials or workmanship you will find nowhere else," he stated proudly. "I am sure of it Master Gimli," Aragorn said. Then he opened the box. He gasped at the contents. "Indeed Master Gimli, you have outdone even yourself on this occasion, for surely nowhere else can such works of art be found." Gimli harrumphed but a small blush stole across his features where his body's hair did not hide his face. Legolas looked on with increasing interest as Aragorn carried the box back to him. Conversations within the hall had ceased as all waited with baited breath to see what could have inspired such awe from the Prince. "What is it you have there Aragorn?" Legolas asked smiling. "My love, as soon as your father had confirmed that we could be wed, I sent word to the nearest dwarven colony where Master Gimli makes his home. I asked him if he could create something. A token for my consort and I, a symbol of our love." He presented the box to Legolas. Legolas took the box and looked down at its contents. His breath caught in his throat. Nestled within layers of soft velvet sat two rings. Made of the finest mithril a fine band, which appeared to consist of the tiniest woven strands of leaves. Yet the inside of the ring was smooth metal except for where elvish characters spelt out both Aragorn's name and his own. Each ring was identical save for size, Aragorn's being slightly bigger to wrap around his larger digits. Legolas looked up to Aragorn, his love shone clearly in his eyes as he handed the box back to Aragorn, but not before taking out the ring that belonged on Aragorn's finger. Aragorn took the smaller ring from the box, and placed the box aside before turning back to his mate. Legolas took his left hand in his own and gently slid the ring onto the ring finger. It fit perfectly, another testament to the dwarvish craftsmanship that had created it. Aragorn in turn took Legolas' more finely boned hand in his own and gently slid the ring onto his finger. He heard a small sigh of satisfaction leave Legolas' mouth, and he smiled as their eyes met. A loud eruption of cheering startled them, and they realised that they had forgotten the presence of the others in the hall. They shared a small smile, and Legolas with all the grace of his people rose before Gimli the dwarf. "Master dwarf," he said in his musical voice. "I can offer no thanks that would be sufficient for the place in my heart the products of your craft now hold. Please know that you and your kin will always be welcome here." Gimli looked at the elf in mild surprise. He had not expected such a sentiment to come from an elf. Nevertheless he nodded gravely in acknowledgement and moved back to join the rest of the elves. Finally representatives from the Elven kingdoms came forward to present their own gifts. All were amazed at the selection. From Lothlorien they were presented with yet more cloth, but this cloth unlike any other, for it seemed to change constantly before their eyes, and it was revealed that this material was woven by the hands of the Lady Galadriel and her handmaidens. Legolas clapped with delight at the gift from Rivendell. Small plants native only to that Elven kingdom sat in small pots awaiting transplantation to the gardens in the palace. He looked forward to nurturing those plants in the days to come. Finally King Thranduil rose from his place beside his son. "I am afraid that Mirkwood can offer very little to this union. Its greatest gift has already been received by the Prince of Gondor." Thranduil said and Aragorn smiled in understanding. "Indeed, I could not ask for a greater gift," the Prince of men said. Legolas blushed. "Then instead please accept a far more humble gift," Thranduil continued and motioned for some of his retinue to come forward. A large chest was carried forward and pulled open. The human contingent of the court gasped in astonishment, for inside lay spools of the finest silk, procured from captive spiders and then enchanted so that it lost it's adhesiveness, but not it's strength. A single strand of such silk could carry the weight of three men without strain. "My thanks father for so generous a gift. I know what it takes to procure such an item." Legolas said. "Yet it is still nothing to the treasure Mirkwood has lost today my son," Thranduil said softly that only Legolas might hear his words. Legolas embraced his father. "Mirkwood is not the only thing to feel sorrow father, for I fear that I am not looking forward to your own departure for our homelands." "As it is with I my son, however I feel that I do not yet need to rush my return to our wooded realm. I shall stay some time yet I think." Legolas squeezed his father tightly in gratitude. ~~~~~~~ The celebrations continued for many hours yet only a few hours after sunset Aragorn caught the hand of his new consort and pulled Legolas gently to his feet. "Come my love, it is time for us to retire to our rooms." Legolas swallowed nervously and nodded. On their way out Aragorn stopped to tell his father, and King Thranduil, who was him, that they were retiring for the night. Both Elven lords wished them well. Thranduil casting a worried look at his son's pale face. Legolas forced a smile of reassurance and followed as Aragorn continued to guide them from the room. The hushed quiet in the corridors of the castle were a refreshing change to Legolas from the loud crush of bodies in the main banqueting hall. Upon their union Aragorn's belongings had been moved into the King's suite of rooms. Legolas' own belongings had also been moved here, and now they were ready to begin their lives as a married couple. So it was with some excitement, and some trepidation that Legolas followed his mate through the large sitting room of the suite and into the main bedchamber beyond. The room was dominated by the large four-poster bed, and Legolas could not draw his eyes away. He paused at the threshold of the room. Aragorn sighed in satisfaction. Someone had thoughtfully laid out a small selection of sweet meats and some wine. He turned back to his new spouse, and saw Legolas halted in the doorway. The elf's eyes were huge in a pale face. "Legolas, you are afraid!" It was not a question. Legolas looked at Aragorn, unable to deny the softly spoken statement. Aragorn slowly closed the distance between himself and the elf. Reaching out he took Legolas' cold hand into his own. "It will be alright my love. We will do nothing that you do not desire. Come sit with me and drink some wine. Perhaps it will put some colour back into your cheeks." Aragorn said tugging gently. Legolas allowed himself to be led forward focusing his gaze solely on his husband, trying to ignore the presence of the large bed. He sat next to Aragorn, a plate of sweet meats between them, and Legolas was reminded of their first meeting. Aragorn passed a goblet of wine to Legolas who took tentative sips. "I remember the first moment I saw you," Aragorn said unexpectedly. "I had just made my appearance at the first ball to celebrate my coming coronation. There were a great deal of people all pushing forward trying to attract my attention. And then I saw you through a gap in the crowd. You looked as though you did not wish to be here. And that more than your beauty caught my interest." "That was when I first you also. I did not know that your are Prince Elessar, I saw only a very fetching man dressed simply in the crowd for but a moment until you sought me out." "Legolas, I knew from the moment that I saw you that I had to be with you, joined for always, and now we are and I could not be any happier." Aragorn took the wine from Legolas' hand and moved the plate onto a small table. Then he turned back to the elf. Legolas sat with his hands in his lap uncertain of what he should do. The problem was solved for him as Aragorn gently leaned in to kiss him. He moaned softly as a familiar fiery passion rose within him. He pushed further into the kiss, opening his mouth to invite Aragorn in. Aragorn needed no second chance as his tongue immediately plunged into the sweet depths of Legolas' mouth. Aragorn finally pulled away and Legolas released a small sound of disappointment. "My love, I want to make love with you, but first I wish you to be at ease. This night you shall be in control. Do with me as you will," Aragorn said, and with a grin he flopped back onto the bed and waited. Legolas hesitated, and then with a firming of his resolve he moved further up the bed so that he could sit at Aragorn's side. His fingers moved to the fastenings on Aragorn's tunic. Legolas looked down in fascination as more of Aragorn's skin was exposed to him. Finally when all the fastenings were removed he looked at Aragorn, the look conveying Legolas' wish to remove the tunic altogether. Once his tunic had been removed Aragorn lay back down. He assumed a relaxed pose but inside he was strung with nervous tension waiting to see what Legolas would do next. He was quickly answered as Legolas' hand gently moved forward and made contact with his furred chest. Aragorn sucked in sharp breath as the wave of desire that slammed through his body at just this small touch. He hoped he could control himself enough to let Legolas enjoy this experience without rushing him to completion. The inquisitive hand became slightly bolder as it stroked the soft skin of the man. Legolas could not help feeling curious at the sensation of the chest hair on his fingers. He had never felt anything like it before. Elves were not endowed with much body hair save for on their heads. To find so much of it on one person was a new experience for Legolas. His fingers stroked down caressing the ribs he could feel under the muscled body. Beneath his touch Aragorn quivered. Legolas looked up at the man's face, looking to reassure himself that this was okay. He was more than satisfied by the glazed look of passion that Aragorn wore. He became a little bolder, and leaned down to gently kiss the skin around Aragorn's navel. Aragorn sucked in a deep breath, overwhelmed by the sensation of Legolas' lips on his body. His hands at his sides grasped at the sheets and his toes curled. "Am I doing this right?" Legolas asked with an innocent expression. "You are doing... ahhhh... just fine Legolas," Aragorn managed to respond, and closed his eyes to heighten the sensations caused by the elf's caresses, he missed the look of mischief that Legolas' face now held. Eager to explore more, Legolas decided that he could now remove Aragorn's breeches. This would be his toughest test so far yet he resolved that his fear would not overwhelm him. Aragorn's body jerked as Legolas' hands moved to the fastening of his breeches. As with the upper body Legolas was enthralled both by the sense of power he was now feeling over his mastery of Aragorn's body and the exciting sense of discovery as he took in the magnificence that was Aragorn. The breeches were swiftly removed and finally Aragorn was completely displayed to him. Legolas could not avoid the large jutting evidence of the man's desire, and he felt a momentary twinge of panic before he pushed the feeling away. He moved his gaze away from Aragorn's manhood and instead looked at the strong thighs and without realising it, Legolas' hands found their way to the hair covered limbs and he stroked gently, feeling the quivering of powerful muscles beneath his fingers. "Legolas please, you are torturing me," Aragorn broke out at last. Legolas smiled teasingly. "Indeed, this is very useful information, I shall have to remember." "Legolas!" Legolas moved back up to Aragorn's head and he leant forward to press his lips against the Gondorian prince. "I am not sure what to do next Aragorn," he confessed. "You have never been with another male?" Aragorn asked in surprise. "Never, it was expected that I would remain virgin if I took a husband, although I have lain with a few elf maidens." "Then this will be similar. A male's body entrance is much like that of a maiden, however it takes a little more preparation before penetration," Aragorn said, searching Legolas' face for hints of what the Prince was feeling. "I see. So you will stretch me before I take you into myself?" Legolas asked his voice laced with trepidation. "No Legolas, you are in control tonight, you will prepare me so that I may take you into myself." "But... I am the one who must bear children Aragorn." "It is okay my love, we do not need to start on creating heirs this very night. Tonight is solely for you and I. Now see, I have some oil here, you can use this to prepare me. But for the Valar's sake Legolas please do not take too long for I fear I might burst from frustration." Aragorn said and Legolas smiled in response. He took the vial of oil from his new husband, opening the cap and pouring some of the oil onto his hand. He made sure his fingers was well coated, and then with a questioning look at Aragorn found his way to the entrance to Aragorn's body. He gently pushed forward into the dark entrance, and at first encountered some resistance. He frowned, and tried to push a little harder. Aragorn feeling the breaching of his body tried to relax a little more to make things easier on his elven lover. Finally Legolas' digit made it's way past the barrier ring, and Aragorn moaned. It had been some since he had last been touched in this manner, and there was a slight burning at first but he pushed the feeling aside and concentrated instead on the feeling of Legolas' finger moving inside his body. Legolas began to gently push his finger up into Aragorn's tight channel, then easing back again, rotating it slightly in an attempt to stretch the muscles. As Legolas pushed up into Aragorn's body he felt a nub and his finger stroked it curiously. He was startled by the effect that it had on Aragorn. The man moaned loudly and arched his back, his body pushing itself further onto Legolas' fingers. Legolas felt the contraction of inner muscles around his finger and a wave of burning fire shot down to his loins, his body would soon be ensconced within this hot tight channel, and Legolas found the idea almost too much for his own control. Instead in consideration for his lover he inserted another digit into Aragorn's body, making scissoring motions to further stretch the tight channel. "Enough Legolas please. I need to feel you inside me now, please," Aragorn begged, his pride nothing in the face of his desire. Legolas' passions had been awakened and all his fears were pushed aside as he quickly divested himself of his clothes. His coated his own straining member with more of the oil and then moved to sit between Aragorn's thighs. He looked down at the man. "Are you sure?" he asked gently. "Yes, I have never been more sure of anything, Legolas please take me now, I can bear no more." Aragorn's legs wrapped themselves around Legolas' waist and Legolas positioned himself at the entrance to Aragorn's most private part and he slowly eased forward. Aragorn found that there was still some slight pain even after the stretching, but hid this. He did not wish to scare off his mate. Instead he gritted his teeth and pushed back against Legolas trying to ease him further into his body. Between the pushing of both Princes, Legolas finally found himself completely submerged within Aragorn. He paused to catch his breath, and looked down at his lover. Then with his gaze locked upon Aragorn's he began to move. Slowly at first thrusting gently to let Aragorn get used to the pace, and then with a little more force. He angled his body in an attempt to find that sweet spot he had brushed with his fingers and was rewarded with a shudder and cry of triumph from Aragorn, and he moved again and again to hit that same spot. Aragorn found his desire mounting to an almost volcanic status, and he reached down between his legs to grasp his straining member, stroking himself in time to Legolas' thrusts. Aragorn felt himself move closer and closer to the edge and with a great shout of Legolas' name he reached his climax, his seed shooting from his body with a great force. His inner muscles clenched around Legolas' member and with a keening cry the elf reached his peak. Aragorn felt a hot burst within him as Legolas' body shot forth its seed. Legolas slumped forward in a sudden exhaustion as he carefully withdrew himself from Aragorn's body. His mouth tiredly sought out the man for a deep kiss, a representation of all they had just shared. Aragorn wrapped his arms around the lightweight body of his partner, shifting Legolas to his side. He nestled the slighter body against his own and looked down at the elf's face. He smiled gently as he took in the vacant eyes and realised that Legolas had fallen asleep with a small smile on his face. Aragorn pulled Legolas more tightly against his body before he too drifted off into an exhausted slumber. Chapter 14 With reluctance Legolas left the dreamscape, his gaze becoming focussed instead on his surroundings. He felt a hardness pressed up against him and for a moment forgot where he was. He stiffened in panic his eyes flicking around him looking for escape. His gaze encountered the sleeping body next to him, and he relaxed with a deep sigh of relief. Aragorn. Morning light shone through open curtains, someone had already attended them this morning and Legolas saw a jug and basin set aside for them to use once they had risen. Legolas looked back at the sleeping man. Aragorn looked impossibly young, his face relaxed in unconsciousness. Legolas noticed that his eyes moved quickly under the closed lids, and realised that Aragorn was experiencing the human form of dreaming. It was obviously a pleasant one Legolas thought wryly as he felt the hard member pressed against his thigh jerk a little. The Elven Prince decided to take advantage of this moment to examine Aragorn's body. The man was lean but muscled, much like one of the racing dogs of the men. His hair fell to his shoulder in a dark fan over the white pillow beneath him. Yet all this became irrelevant, as Legolas found his attention drawn against his will back to the hot hard length of Aragorn jutting out proudly from his body. When seeing Gafen in this state, Legolas had panicked. His fear and disgust overwhelming him, but to see Aragorn like this, aroused a sense of curiosity. There was still some lingering fear, but last night had done much to allay that. Aragorn had allowed him complete control over their pace and exactly what Legolas wanted to do. His curiosity now driving him, Legolas sent a quick glance to Aragorn's face to make sure the man was still sleeping, and then with a trembling hand he reached out to touch the hard muscle. He gently let one finger stroke down Aragorn's length. It was not at all what he had expected. The skin was smooth and soft yet it was just a cover to the hardness below. Feeling a little bolder Legolas gently encircled his husband's member with one hand. He almost backed off in surprise as the hardness jerked beneath his grasp, growing even harder if that was possible. Legolas was caught up in his fascination now, he let the hand encircling Aragorn glide slowly up and down getting a feel for the pulsing hot hardness beneath his fingers. Legolas noticed a small bead of pearly fluid appear at the tip of Aragorn's manhood. He reached out with a finger and touched it. The moisture transferred itself to Legolas' finger, and Legolas swiftly bought his finger to his mouth to taste. The initial taste was one of bitterness, but Legolas' elven sense bypassed that and through the small bead of moisture came the essence of Aragorn. Delighted Legolas leaned down and delicately licked the tip of Aragorn's member, wanting to taste more of his husband. The hard length gave another jerk, and Legolas looked up quickly. His gaze met the half lidded stare of Aragorn, and he immediately felt a blush steal over his features. "Aragorn!" Legolas yelped in surprise. "Good morning my love," Aragorn said softly. "You are awake," Legolas said without thinking. "And have been for some time," Aragorn added, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Oh," the elven prince said. "I did not know, I would not have played with you so had I known." "Please do not restrain yourself on my behalf. Feel free to play with me anytime you wish. I am quite sure my body will let you know if it is enjoying your actions." Aragorn had to restrain a laugh as he watched his mate's eyes travel back to his aching manhood. He had awoken quite quickly as he felt the elf's exploration of his body but had chosen to remain quiet hoping not to startle Legolas. It had worked, and he had found it very difficult to restrain the sounds that wished to escape his mouth, as the elf had grown bolder in his actions. When Legolas' mouth had touched his manhood he had almost lost control completely, and then Legolas had noticed that he was no longer sleeping. Aragorn's gaze swept over the naked elf devouring him. Legolas noticed the intense desire burning in Aragorn and felt his own body respond, his own length hardening. He had recovered from the initial shock of Aragorn discovering his activities, and now he felt a more playful side of himself emerge. Aiming for a seductive look Legolas gazed at Aragorn through eyes half lidded, and he held the gaze as he bent his head back down towards Aragorn's length. Continuing to lock his eyes with Aragorn he flicked his tongue out and licked the tip of the hard muscle before him. Aragorn's fingers bunched in the sheets gripping them in an effort to control himself. Seeing the power he held over Aragorn made Legolas more confident still. His little licks at the tip of Aragorn's manhood became long licks down the length of the hard muscle. Then Legolas discovered the twin sacs hanging beneath. Curiously he reached out with his fingers to stroke the lightly furred skin. He then cupped them in his hand squeezing gently to feel their shape. Aragorn moaned loudly arching off the bed. "Legolas please... stop," he cried out. At once Legolas sat back, he looked at Aragorn in distress. "I have done something wrong?" he asked. Realising his mistake Aragorn was quick to reassure the elf. "Nay. You did nothing wrong, everything was wonderful, but had you continued I would have lost control and I do not wish to reach my climax without first pleasuring you too." Legolas smiled. "Very well Aragorn, how would you like to pleasure me?" he asked. Feeling at ease with his new husband he lay back on the bed and looked up at Aragorn with a mischievous expectant smile. "Ai, Legolas, you will yet be the death of me," Aragorn said with a long- suffering sigh. Legolas laughed in amusement. Aragorn decided to take his revenge by swooping in for a lingering kiss, which left the elf prince breathless. He moved away from Legolas' mouth trailing small kisses across his cheeks, down to the side of his neck. Legolas squirmed as Aragorn suckled then yelped as the man bit hit neck. "Aragorn what are you..." "Hush my love, just let yourself feel," Aragorn murmured and licked at the bite he had made on Legolas' neck. He then moved his mouth further down to the hollow of the elf's collarbone. His tongue traced intricate patterns on the elf's body as it worked its way further down still. Across the pale chest and to the male nipples. Aragorn used his tongue and teeth to arouse sensations from Legolas, whose squirming became more apparent. Aragorn took pity on his mate and moved further down past Legolas' ribs, down on through his navel to reach his goal. Legolas almost screamed as he felt Aragorn's mouth envelop his member. The man expertly using his tongue and teeth to tease the sensitive skin of his length. Sensation washed over Legolas and he became a slave to his body's desires. He could only moan as Aragorn used ever bit of his past experience to make this as mind blowingly pleasurable for his beloved as he possibly could. And he thought smugly to himself that it was working. He heard a sudden change in the tone of Legolas' moaning, it became more of a keening, and he realised that his lover had almost peaked. He sucked hard on the elf's body and screaming his name, Legolas shot his seed into the man's mouth. Aragorn swallowed the almost sweet tasting fluid, and when Legolas had finished, his body softening Aragorn released him. He then climbed back up lay beside Legolas. He gently stroked the heaving flanks of the elf, and then smiling leaned in to place a gentle kiss upon Legolas' mouth. The elf opened his mouth to allow Aragorn entrance, and noted immediately the strange taste. Realisation hit him. He was tasting himself. His hands came up to grasp the shoulders of the man, pulling him closer in order to deepen the kiss. A hard jabbing against his hip reminded him that Aragorn's desires had not yet been satisfied. One of his hands snaked down between their bodies to grasp the man's hard length, and he began to stroke it, gently at first and then as Aragorn's excitement increased with a little more force. Aragorn could not stop himself as Legolas stroked him, his body began to thrust into Legolas' hand of its own volition. His pace increased until he was thrusting in hard short jabs against Legolas and with a shout of release spilled his seed. He collapsed backwards, enfolding his mate in his arms and pulling him until the elf was resting across his body. Legolas lay quietly, ignoring the wet stickiness of their bodies, content to rest his head upon Aragorn's chest and to feel the safety of those strong arms around him. "We should get up you know," Aragorn said to his consort. "In a moment Aragorn," the elf murmured sleepily. "Very well, we shall rest here for but a moment," he stated softly. ~~~~~ The pair finally rose a short time later, and after sharing the bath which Aragorn had sent for they went to their separate dressing rooms to clothe themselves. Legolas did not really understand why it was that he should have his own room with a connecting dressing room, and Aragorn the same, their rooms connected by a private sitting room. The world of men was full of curious things. When he had asked Aragorn about this strange room arrangement the man had shrugged and said simply that it was tradition, and sometimes married couples did not marry for love but for state only, and separate bedrooms became a necessity with the couples meeting only for procreation. Legolas had no intention of living like that. He had married Aragorn and wanted to share his life with the man, and that included sharing the man's bed. Legolas found his clothes already put away in his dressing room and he quickly chose a simple outfit before meeting Aragorn back in the sitting room. "Legolas, would you like to eat in here, or would you prefer to join your father and the others for luncheon?" Aragorn asked. "Will there be many joining us?" Legolas enquired. "Only your father and mine. The Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn, Mithrandir, Lord Denethor and my cousin Boromir," Aragorn replied. Legolas thought about it for a moment. That was not a large number, and it was a party he felt at ease with, besides he wished to see his father and reassure him that things were well. He knew his father had been concerned over Legolas' issues with intimacy. "Very well, let us join them for lunch," he decided. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thranduil looked up as his son and Aragorn entered the small dining room reserved for the royal family and their guests. He released a small silent sigh of relief. Legolas looked none the worse for wear. In fact he seemed almost radiant with happiness, his hand entwined with the man's, sharing small private looks. Legolas immediately spotted his father and quickly walked over pressing a kiss to the king's cheek before he took a seat between both Thranduil and Aragorn. "I am glad to see you looking well my son," Thranduil softly enough so that only Legolas' ears might hear his words. "I am very well father. Aragorn was... very understanding," he said, a soft blush rising on his cheeks. "Then the choice was well made. I am very happy for you Legolas, I feel reassured that when I do depart I am leaving you in very good hands," the king stated slightly louder so that Aragorn might also catch his words. The Prince of men turned to his father in law and softly bowed his head in both acknowledgement of the honour being bestowed upon him, and acceptance of the responsibility for the Elven Prince's well being. Having settled this the small dining party partook of their lunch, a light conversation flowing gently amongst the occupants. After the remains of the meal had been cleared away Aragorn rose and excused himself and his mate before taking Legolas' hand and leading him from the room. Once out into the corridor Aragorn began to lead Legolas back towards their rooms. "Aragorn, where are we going?" Legolas asked mildly. Aragorn turned and sent a smouldering look at the elf, which left Legolas with his toes curled and every part of his body burning with a rising heat. "We are going back to bed my love, we have only a short time in which we will be left uninterrupted, and then after the coronation we must assume the full duties of state. Would you prefer instead that we did something else?" Aragorn asked. Legolas took in the dangerous glint in his husband's eyes and decided to tease the man a little for his assumptions. "Well I had thought that I might start to transplant those gifts of your fathers, they..." Legolas yelped as he was suddenly pulled against a hard and unyielding body. "Wrong answer my love," Aragorn growled, and Legolas felt the reverberation echo through his own body. He moaned softly. "Then let us away my lord," he said softly, his eyes gazing deeply into the ever-changing hues of his mate. Aragorn needed no second invitation and quickly resumed his path back to their chambers, pulling the object of his desire behind him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Very little changed those following few days. The princes emerging from their rooms only for meals, and then sometimes electing not to leave at all but to partake of a meal within their chambers. Yet the real world could not be held back for too long, and it impinged upon their honeymoon in the form of final preparations for the coronation. Outfits of state had already been created for both Princes, final lessons had been given on the roles they would take, and finally it was time for them to be led to the large throne room. The room where, upon their ascension as heads of state they would receive visitors and hold court over their people. On the morning of the coronation the newly married couple arose early partaking of a short repast in their sitting room before adjourning to their dressings rooms to be dressed. Legolas' father had arrived to help his son ready himself, and Legolas stood as the heavy robes of state were placed upon his being. In the tradition of men Legolas was to be dressed in the heavily brocaded thick velvet tunic and breeches. A heavily jewel encrusted belt at his waist. Knee high leather boots, and finally a long heavy velvet mantle lined with ermine. His head was unadorned save for the shining length of his own hair. He wore no jewellery save for the ring that had been placed on his finger by Aragorn. Satisfied of his readiness Thranduil led his son out to the sitting room to join Aragorn who was already waiting. Seeing his husband similarly attired Legolas smiled, Aragorn looked even more ill at ease than Legolas felt. There was a knock at the door and Boromir's head appeared from the opening. "Are you ready cousin? They await you in the throne room." Aragorn nodded. He took a deep breath and walked over to Legolas. The elf held out his hand for support and Aragorn took it gratefully. The doors were opened wide and they made their way downstairs to the massed lords and ladies of Gondor and their honoured guests. The walk from the Royal chambers to the main staircase of the palace was not a long one, and they were soon faced with the long descent down the red-carpeted stairs. The long train of their mantles behind them were immediately caught up by young children chosen especially for the occasion, and the entourage continued on its way. The large ornate doors to the throne room stood closed and a guard at their door with a ceremonial sceptre. Upon their arrival he banged three times upon the door with the sceptre. The large doors swung open. "Who wishes entrance?" Lord Denethor called out across the room. His voice a stentorian boom. "Aragorn son of Arathorn," the man Prince called out. "And my consort Legolas son of Thranduil." "You may enter," Denethor responded. The two young princes began their slow march up to the dais upon which Denethor stood. To either side of him stood a young boy each holding a velvet cushion upon which rested the crown of state which the King of Gondor would wear and the circlet of the King's consort. As Aragorn and Legolas reached the dais they both took a kneeling position before Gondor's steward. A long speech then followed intoning the traditional duties of the King and his consort including the laws of succession, and Legolas was reminded that his duty was to provide Aragorn with an heir. "Aragorn son of Arathorn do you undertake to fulfil your every obligation to the people of Gondor as their King and Sovereign?" Denethor intoned. "I do," Aragorn responded firmly. Denethor turned to the boy on his right and took the ornate crown from the cushion. Holding it high above Aragorn so that everyone gathered might see it, he slowly lowered it until it rested firmly upon the mans head. "People of Gondor rejoice and bow to your new King, Elessar Telcontar." There was a mass of cheering as Aragorn stood and everyone in the room, save those of equal status, who bowed their heads instead, swept low in a bow of respect and obedience to their new King. Aragorn turned back to Denethor. "I, King Elessar of Gondor, present to you my consort Legolas son of Thranduil, that he might be acknowledged as the Prince Consort of Gondor. Are there any here who object?" Legolas held his breath, but who could argue with the tall, proud and regal figure of his husband. "Then King Elessar, Gondor acknowledges your claim, and grants to Legolas, son of Thranduil, the title of Prince Consort. Do you acknowledge and understand the responsibility that you undertake?" Denethor addressed Legolas. "I do," Legolas replied clearly. Denethor turned to the boy on his left and picked up the smaller crown of gold from its cushion. As with Aragorn, the crown was held high above the elven prince and slowly lowered it until it rested upon his head. "Then rise Legolas, Prince Consort of Gondor, and greet your people." Legolas stood and turned to the face the crowd gathered in the throne room. He responded to the cheering with a slight smile, before Aragorn took his arm and they made their way to the large balcony that overlooked the streets of Gondor and under which most of the city's residents were gathered. The large glass doors were opened by two guards, and the newly crowned to greet their people. Legolas was astounded by the unadulterated joy that seemed to shine on every face below. His sharp eyes picked out smile wreathing the sea of the faces below him, and his sharp elven hearing caught the sound of his name being called. He looked upon them all and smiled. The smile, a combination of joy and relief seemed to affect everyone, and the crowd were lost to the Elven beauty that was their King's consort. Their adoration for the Elven Prince was instantaneous. The people were also happy to see the man they had known for such a short time, but come to admire, crowned as their new King, and felt that this would be the beginning of a new era for the Kingdom of Gondor. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After the initial presentation to the people, formalities had to be dealt with and Aragorn and Legolas took their places upon their thrones as each Lord of Gondor came forward to swear fealty to the Royal family. After that the city was free to celebrate. As with their wedding the celebrations had lasted well into the night, both within the palace and outside on the streets where large parties were held. Music and laughter echoed throughout the city. Within the palace Legolas had been given little time to think, instead being caught up in the meeting and greeting of the Lords and Ladies of Gondor. What little time he had was spent in contemplation of his responsibility to both Gondor and to Aragorn. He must conceive an heir. To do so was to grant stability to the kingdom, a secure line of succession to follow after Aragorn and himself. As the evening drew on Legolas finally saw his chance to drag Aragorn away from the celebrations. He moved over to where his husband was talking to Lord Denethor. "Aragorn my love, it is late, can we not retire now for am I much in need of rest," he said, glancing at Lord Denethor. "Of course, of course, Aragorn you must take Prince Legolas to your rooms. I forget that you have so recently been recovered from a terrible ordeal your highness. I must apologise for not letting you away to your rest." Lord Denethor said. A flush of guilt staining his features. Legolas felt both a twinge of repressed fear at the reminder of his capture by the dark sorcerer Verius and Lord Gafen, but he also felt a small twinge of guilt for playing on the feelings of Denethor. "I am in total agreement with you Lord Denethor, I shall take my beloved spouse at once to bed where he may rest his sweet head," Aragorn said smiling, but Legolas noted the concern that shone in the new king's eyes. Legolas hid a smile, for he knew that concern would not be there for very long. Instead he let his features sag a little in an imitation of fatigue and allowed Aragorn to make their goodbyes for the evening, as the retired. When they reached their rooms Aragorn turned to Legolas. "Forgive me my love, I did not think that you might tire so quickly today." Legolas stepped closer, his chest barely touching Aragorn's, he looked at Aragorn's chest as he said softly. "I may have been a little hasty in declaring myself fatigued." His gaze lifted and Aragorn spotted the twinkling glint of mischief lighting those blue orbs. A slow, predatory smile began to grow across his face. "Is that so my love. Then perhaps we should think of a way to tire you out so that you will not have deceived poor Lord Denethor." "Really Aragorn, an elf has a lot of stamina. Exactly how do you plan to exhaust me that much?" Aragorn chuckled, a deep reverberating sound that vibrated through his chest. Legolas felt the vibrations against his own chest and pressed a little closer, wanting to feel more of his husband. "I think I may have to ravage you my love," he said, and swooped, his lips capturing Legolas' and devouring them. Legolas moaned, and parted his lips to allow the man entrance. He was rewarded with the bold strokes of Aragorn's tongue as it met his own, and Legolas held nothing back as met Aragorn stroke for stroke. Aragorn's arms encircled Legolas bringing him as close to his own body as he could, short of crushing Legolas or the elf climbing into his skin. They parted for air, and when their mouths met again it was with more tenderness, the initial fires of passion sated somewhat. But that could not last for long and Aragorn's hands quickly busied themselves with separating Legolas from his clothes. Thankfully the long and heavy mantles had been discarded shortly after the culmination of the coronation. Still Aragorn felt himself desperate to feel Legolas' skin against his own. It did not take long for him to strip Legolas of his clothes without parting their lips for too long, and now he began to strip himself of his own vestments, with a lot of eager help from his mate. Finally they were both naked. Skin pressed against skin, and matching hardness pressed against each other. Aragorn looked at his Elven consort with something akin to wonder. Legolas was beautiful, surely nothing the Valar had created could rival this perfection. The soft skin of the elf, concealing a lean muscled frame, glowed with its own inner light in the darkness of the room. "I do not think that I could ever tell you enough that I love you, " he said to the elf. In response Legolas leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on Aragorn's mouth. Aragorn took the elf's hand in his own and drew him over to their bed. He seemed to read some hidden message in Legolas' eyes and his breath caught in his throat. "Are you sure?" he asked softly, almost afraid of the answer. Legolas nodded, and Aragorn smelt a smile break out on his face. He gently lowered his lover onto the bed. He took in the quivering frame of the elf and gently placed a kiss on Legolas' mouth, then he moved his attention to kissing his way down the elf's body. Legolas was nervous. Since their wedding Aragorn had allowed him to take the lead, doing only what he felt comfortable with, but now tonight, he wanted to go all the way, he wanted to feel Aragorn's body within his own. He wanted to conceive their child and feel it grow beneath his heart. All he had to do was relax and enjoy what Aragorn was doing to him. A startled moan escaped him as he felt Aragorn's mouth engulf his semi hard length. The feel of suction and the gentle grazing of teeth heightened his excitement, and he felt himself stiffening in the man's mouth. His back arched of the bed, as while Aragorn's mouth pleasured his member, the man's clever hands fondled the sacs that hung beneath. Legolas' breath became a pant as Aragorn changed the rhythm and he strained himself trying hard not to thrust into the man mouth and choke him. "Aragorn," he moaned. The he stilled. He felt something touch the entrance to his body, a flashback vision bought back to him the image on an old wrinkled man about to breach his body. He felt the finger push into his body, and his muscles clenched involuntarily. The beginnings of panic began to form in his breast as the finger pushed further into his body, and it burned. He whimpered a little in distress. Aragorn regretted causing Legolas pain, but it could not be helped whilst the elf was so tense. He knew that his mate would relax if he could just find... A scream pierced the air as Legolas arched off the bed. "Aragorn?" Legolas panted, his eyes glazed in shock. Aragorn looked up, a smug expression on his face, "Yes my love?" "What was that?" the elf asked. "What, this?" Aragorn asked innocently, and allowed his finger to brush Legolas' sweet spot again. The elf moaned and shuddered at the sensation that flooded his being, and his softening member hardened instantly, springing up and jutting from its position in the elf's pelvis. Again Aragorn allowed his finger to brush over the sensitive spot that was common to all males whatever race they hailed from. Aragorn withdrew his finger, and Legolas moaned in disappointment. "Hush my love I am just going to stretch you a little to prepare you for me." Legolas nodded and moaned again in satisfaction this time as Aragorn inserted two fingers at first and then progressing onto three. Aragorn concentrated on driving Legolas to the point of release, making him wild with excitement, using both his fingers within the elf's body and his other hand stroking the hard member of his mate. Legolas reached his climax and with a scream his body shuddered as his seed spurted from his body. When Legolas had come back down to earth he lay still on the bed, a boneless mass of flesh. "Legolas? Are you ready my love? I have tried to help you be as relaxed as you can be," Aragorn said softly. "But we do not have to do this if you do not wish to." Legolas bit his lip against the resurgence of tension but nodded. "I am ready. I want to feel you within me," He said with certainty. Aragorn nodded, and coated his member with the same oil that he had used on his fingers. He helped Legolas wrap his legs around his waist and then positioned himself at the most vulnerable part of the elf's body. His eyes rested intently on his mate's and he pushed forward. Legolas threw his head back and bit his lips and held a moan. Although his body was relaxed from his orgasm it still hurt a little as the wider girth of Aragorn's manhood sought entrance to his body. Aragorn had eased the head of his length into Legolas' body and he saw the look of subdued pain on Legolas' face. He reached forward and entwined his hands with his partners. Conveying a look of regret Aragorn pushed forward again until his length was completely sheathed by Legolas' body. He heard the cry of pain escape his love, and felt the tensing of muscles around his length, and moaned as his control wavered. The sensations were incredible but now he had to comfort Legolas before he could continue. The elf's face was scrunched up in pain and denial. "Legolas, Legolas look at me please." Legolas tried to regain control. He opened watery eyes and met the look of sorrow and guilt in Aragorn's gaze. "I am sorry for causing you pain Legolas. I wish I could have avoided it, but the first time is always worst. You have to relax now for me my love. Relax and we can continue. Or we can stop if you want, but I promise it will get better." Legolas nodded, and made a conscious effort to relax his body. He took deep breaths and imagined every muscle in his body relaxing. Aragorn felt the muscles surrounding his length relax a little and he smiled down at his lover. Legolas had his eyes closed and a look of fierce concentration was upon his face. Aragorn leant down and pressed his lips against his mate's. The Elven Prince felt the familiar lips against his own and welcomed the touch that didn't bring pain. He deepened the kiss trying to absorb the warm feelings evoked by Aragorn's body. Aragorn's hand snaked down between their bodies and grasped Legolas length in his hand before beginning to stroke it into hardness. The calloused touch of Aragorn on his body sent shivers of desire once more racing through Legolas' body, the burning sensation within him lessening somewhat, and Aragorn eager to arouse Legolas again concentrated solely on the elf' rigid length, ignoring his own body's demands to move. Finally he felt that they had reached a point where the pain was overridden by the pleasure Aragorn was giving his mate and he gave a careful thrust, aiming directly for the sweet spot within his lover. Legolas was caught unawares as Aragorn moved within him. For a brief moment there was the burning pain but as Aragorn touched a spot within him, he felt as though his whole body had been struck by lightening. The tingling sensation racing through his nerve ends. He moaned and pressed back as Aragorn thrust carefully forward again, wanting to feel that sensation again. Aragorn smiled with relief as he felt Legolas once more become an active participant and he moved in rhythm with Legolas' needs at first, his hand continuing to stroke the hard length of the elf. Eventually he was overcome and as his hand pumped furiously so to did his body. His thrusts within Legolas becoming shorter and harder but each carefully aimed. Legolas could not get enough of this feeling and pushed back against Aragorn's thrusts wanting to feel move. His whole body felt alive as never before and he felt himself nearing the edge. With one sharp ferocious thrust against his sweet spot Legolas' world dissolved in stars, and he heard Aragorn scream his release, felt the hot spurt of the man's seed within his body, and for a moment, as at their wedding, their minds connected. Legolas felt bathed in the love he felt from his husband, and combined with the physical euphoria he was currently feeling he felt as though his spirit had left his body and was now dancing entwined with Aragorn's. The sensation faded after the moment had past and Legolas lay panting, Aragorn collapsed over him, the man' chest heaving as though he had run a marathon. After a few moments had passed and Aragorn had sufficiently regained his breath he pushed himself up on to his elbows and slowly and carefully pulled his softening member from his lover. Legolas winced a little as much abused muscled protested, but he was content to remain where he was lying in Aragorn's arms as the Elven dreamscape called to him. Aragorn watched as his lover's eyes glazed over and knew that the elf had retreated to the Elven world of dreams to recover his strength, and placing a kiss on Legolas' forehead closed his eyes and let sleep claim him. Chapter 15 Legolas' eyes focused instantly before he was even aware that he was now awake. His eyes flicked around the room wondering what was wrong, what had awoken him. He heard a gentle almost breathy whispering sound, and curiously, snagging a pair of sleeping pants and pulling them on as he moved, he made his way towards the window from where the sound seemed loudest. He was completely oblivious to his own glowing body. He pushed open the window and leaned out letting the cool nighttime breeze blow gently across his face bringing with it the whispering sound that had woken him. The sound struck a chord within him, and although he felt himself become detached he was still acutely aware of everything around him. He did not struggle against this strange feeling as, almost trance like, he closed the window and left the bedroom and his sleeping lover behind. ~~~~~~ Aragorn awoke with a start, unsure of what had roused him. Then he noticed the open door and felt the emptiness of the bed. Legolas was gone. Aragorn quickly climbed out of bed grabbing a robe and swiftly donning it as he raced out of the room. He looked down the corridor and quickly caught a glimpse of a light turning the corner. He chased after it. When he turned the corner he was astonished at the sight he beheld. Legolas was naked save for a loose pair of sleeping trousers, but that wasn't what had caught Aragorn so unawares. The natural glow that Legolas usually seemed to emit was magnified tenfold. Indeed Legolas appeared to be glowing intensely, his inner light a beacon for all those who should see him. Aragorn caught up to his wandering mate and placed his hand on Legolas' shoulder. He immediately felt a tingling sensation pass from Legolas body through his hand. He pulled his hand away in surprise. "Legolas," he called out. He got no response so he moved round to stand in front of the elf. He noticed straight away the glazed look in Legolas' eyes. Was he sleepwalking then? Aragorn was unsure of what he should do next, he had heard people say that a one who walked their dreams should never be shocked into wakefulness, instead Aragorn thought that he should just follow his erstwhile lover and ensure no harm befell him, besides he could tease Legolas about the whole affair once the elf had awoken. He fell into step beside the Prince and wondered what their destination would be. Legolas was surprised when he felt a hand trying to restrain him. He did not turn but knew instantly that it was his husband. He was however helpless to respond, even as Aragorn stepped in front of him trying to slow him down. He realised that Aragorn was aware that he was not in control of his actions, and his husband decided to follow him instead. Along the short walk from their chambers to the gardens they had passed a number of guards and other servants who worked during the night, all had been left mouths agape as their Liege lord and his husband wandered through the palace in the dead of night, the Prince Consort glowing like a star. He was only a little surprised when they arrived at the gardens, for he knew them to be a source of comfort and serenity for his mate. Legolas lead them to a grove of trees and halted before the oldest tree, it's boughs heavy with age and growth. When they arrived at the palace gardens he instinctively turned towards a grove of trees at the far end of the gardens, Aragorn still following. When he stopped before the large old tree, he realised what it was that had awoken him. The tree had been calling to him, speaking its old and almost indistinct language, augmented by the thrumming intelligence of the life within the grove itself. "Legolas?" Aragorn again called, hesitantly. "He cannot hear you," a voice said from behind and Aragorn spun in surprise. His surprise grew as he faced a large crowd that was gathering. It consisted of every elf currently residing within the city, Thranduil at their head. "What is wrong with him?" Aragorn asked, his concern growing with the arrival of the elves. "There is nothing wrong with him, in fact he is very well." At Aragorn's continued look of confusion Thranduil explained further. "He has conceived Aragorn." Thranduil said gently. "Conceived?" Aragorn exclaimed, his eyes grew wide and he turned back to look at the serene face of his beloved, eyes still glazed. "But how can you tell, it was only his first time last night." "It is a miraculous thing, so very rare amongst our people. Since elves are connected to nature, indeed wood elves sharing a special bond with all life, we all knew. The trees are singing of it." "But why has he come to this place. Is he just walking in his sleep, should he be glowing this much?" Aragorn asked, although he had been raised by the elves in Rivendell he had not during his lifetime seen a pregnant elf, as Thranduil had said, such a thing was a rarity. "All is well Aragorn, he is glowing simply with the creation of life within his body, it will dim somewhat shortly. As for why he has ventured outside, watch Aragorn and behold one of the many wonders of the elven world and their symbiotic relationship with nature." Galadriel explained as she moved forward with her husband Celeborn and Lord Elrond to stand beside Thranduil. Aragorn turned back and his jaw dropped in astonishment. The boughs of the tree were bending, the loud creaking a testament to the effort involved. And yet as they bent they joined together and formed a small bower. Legolas stepped forward and climbed into the bower. As he sat cross-legged, still oblivious to the world around him the boughs again began to move, the smaller branches of the tree coming up and around Legolas to gently encase him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Legolas watched still in detached awareness as a bower formed, and knew with his whole being, that his place was within the bower. Without fear or hesitation he stepped forward. As the bower cocooned him he felt a pang of sorrow for the anxiety he was causing Aragorn, and noted the arrival of the elves. He was glad that Elrond and his father were there to comfort his husband, and his eyes glazed over again as they did in sleep. This time however he did not retreat to the elven dreamscape, and instead his consciousness was submerged in a link formed between the great tree and himself. Then the tree explained why this was happening. Had Legolas been capable, he would have gasped in shocked awareness as the tree encouraged him to use the link to gently touch the new life form that now grew within his body. As Legolas marvelled at this turn of events the tree explained further to him. This was a natural event. When an elf conceived their instinct was to deepen their bond with nature, and over time, with the elves awakening the trees to language and intelligence the bond had evolved. Now this ancient tree stood as the focus for the power of nature itself, and through it Legolas was connected to every living thing around him. Now when an elf conceived nature itself took part. A bond was formed within the first few hours of conception a deep bond that fed strength into the elf and allowed a new bond to tentatively form between the unborn life and nature itself. Legolas himself had never known an elf that had conceived during his lifetime, and his father had not explained this aspect of elven nature, yet nothing about this drew fear from him. Instead he felt content and comforted by the old tree and he allowed his consciousness to submerge deeper into the link. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aragorn rushed forward a word of protest on his lips at seeing his lover appear to be swallowed by the tree but a strong hand on his shoulder restrained him. "Peace my son," Elrond said. "This is the natural way of things, more so for the wood elves. The tree offers him its support and a part of its very essence. It is meant to strengthen the relationship between the elf and nature, and also to begin the bond anew with the new life that has begun with Legolas. This tree is the oldest within Minas Tirith it will act as the focal point for all natural life as the plants and animals around us share themselves with the Prince." "How long will he remain thus?" Aragorn asked, still finding this so very hard to comprehend. "It is hard to say. Some remain for only a day or two, I hear that wood elves have been known to stay within for up to 5 days after conception." "Legolas' mother remained within her bower for six nights," Thranduil offered. The Mirkwood king moved forward and sat himself down on the grass before the tree, and as though this were a sign the gathered elves began to spread themselves out sitting in small groups amongst the grove, their faces alight with anticipation as they whispered soft words to each other. Aragorn felt helpless, this was something completely new to him, something over which he had no control. He took a seat on the ground next to Thranduil and was joined by his father. Things had happened so quickly. Last night they had only just overcome Legolas' fears with regards to taking Aragorn within himself, but to find that the union had already created a new life was something Aragorn was having trouble with assimilating. A soft singing began from a group sitting near him and before long all the elves had raised their voices in a song of celebration. The songs continued into what remained of the night and as the sun rose, the other occupants of the palace awoke to a surprise. Word passed around quickly that something had occurred with the Prince Consort, now all the elves were gathered in the gardens along with the King. Many of the bolder Lords and Ladies made their way out to the gardens to be confronted with the sight of many elves seated along the floor of the grove, and at the centre a large tree around which sat their King and the Prince's own father. But where was the Prince himself? Upon arising Lord Denethor had been made aware of this strange situation, and grumbling to himself about the oddity of elves he called his elder son Boromir to his side and they made their way out into the grove to deal with this matter. His face masked his surprise as he too saw all of the elves that had come to Minas Tirith as guests seated amongst the grove and he made his way to the centre as he spotted King Elessar. "Your Majesty?" he called out. Aragorn turned and spotted Denethor. "Your Majesty, what is going on? Where is Prince Legolas?" "He is within the tree," Aragorn said, his gaze turning back to the large and old tree in the centre of the grove. "In the tree, what do you mean? Should I call for the guards, if the Prince has become trapped we can cut down the tree and..." "No!" Aragorn's shout startled the old lord. "This tree cannot be cut down. When I say he is within the tree Lord Denethor, I mean that the tree has cocooned him. It is an elvish thing," he said with a helpless shrug of his shoulders. "But why on earth would he allow the tree to cocoon him?" Boromir queried, the confusion of the two men growing by the minute. "Because he is with child," Aragorn said softly. Boromir turned and looked at his father in surprise. The old steward looked astonished for a moment, but then a large grin spread across his face. "So soon? But that's wonderful news your Majesty," Denethor stated. "We must make an announcement to the people and..." Denethor's voice trailed off as he noticed movement amongst the trees. Slowly a small rabbit hopped forward, making its way without fear through the gathering of elves. It moved just in front of the tree and sat there. It was shortly joined by a small red fox, which sat beside the rabbit in front of the tree, making no move to attack its usual prey. The elves smiled knowingly but the men had never seen anything so strange before. Denethor lowered his old body down to the ground and took a seat by Aragorn, Boromir joined him, and the gathered party watched as over the following few hours a large assortment of wildlife made their way to the grove and sat before the cocooned bower that contained the Prince Consort of Gondor. The mortal observers were shocked anew at each creature that approached the tree and sat, as if on guard around the ancient sentinel, but wonder at the very nature of nature could not hold back the pressing nature of palace life and soon messengers began to arrive with the pressing engagements and tasks that had to be carried out. "Aragorn, you are King now, you must see to your peoples needs. His Highness' Father can stand watch until you are able to return," Denethor urged again as the messages from the palace became more pressing. "I cannot leave him, what if something was to happen. What if he needs me?" Aragorn threw a helpless look at the old man. "Please Denethor, can you not assist until Legolas has emerged?" "We do not even know when that will be Sire. Very well," Denethor sighed in defeat. "I shall continue to carry out my duties as I did before your coronation, at the same time an announcement will need to be made to the people so that they do not worry at their new King's lack of involvement in the affairs of his kingdom," Denethor said dryly. "I daresay though that they will be comforted with the news that the Prince Consort already carries Gondor's new heir." Aragorn nodded distractedly, his attention focused unwaveringly on the tree holding his mate within it. "I shall send down some clothes for you too Sire, you may have some Elven blood but you are not immune to the cold as they are." Aragorn nodded again and Denethor walked off muttering to himself, throwing one last look back and shaking his head in bewilderment at the strangeness of things. Aragorn remained seated at his vigil along with all the elves. Chapter 16 Aragorn's eyes began to droop as tiredness overtook him. It had been a long day and he had read through most of the documents Denethor had bought to him for his review, some to be signed and sealed. A rustle from the tree before him brought him swiftly back to alertness, and he noticed from the corner of his eyes that Thranduil had diverted his attention from his conversation with Lord Celeborn and was now staring intently at the tree ahead. Legolas felt his connection to the tree begin to dissipate although it did not leave him entirely. He blinked as his eyes focused on the world before him once more. He saw the cocooning branches of the tree, and before his eyes they began to move and unfold gently. The first thing he saw as the branches lifted was his husband and his father sitting before the tree, their gazes fixed intently on him. Thranduil was smiling with a look of quiet happiness and Aragorn simply looked relieved. Legolas then noticed all the other elves and his eyes widened in astonishment at the large congregation. When the upper branches had finally resumed their original positions Legolas moved to stand so that the lower branches could also resume their positions. Aragorn immediately rushed forward to assist his bemused lover. Legolas allowed Aragorn to lend his strength as his body, slightly stiff from his former position protested slightly at the sudden movement. Finally he was standing and Legolas glanced back at the tree as the boughs unfurled and stretched back towards the sky. He stood with Aragorn's arm around his waist offering comfort and support, and Legolas looked out amongst the elves taking in their looks of awe and joy. "Everybody knows?" he asked Aragorn. His husband nodded but it was his father that answered. "Legolas, every elf within the city knew that you had conceived, the trees told us all and they have no doubt spread their news across the many forests of this world. Without a doubt every elven realm knows now that you are with child." Legolas just shook his head in bemusement. "So quickly, for how long was I cocooned?" he asked. "You have been in there for seven long days my love. Days when I wondered if you were to emerge at all." Aragorn said, his arm tightening slightly around the slender elven waist. The elven princes eyes widened in shock. "Seven days. It did not feel so long as the tree and I communed." "Truly it was an amazing thing to see, will it be the same every time you are with child?" Aragorn asked concern laced with anxiety in his voice. "I think so, yes. The spirit of the tree explained much to me of the ways of an elven pregnancy. I know that when it is time for this child to be born I will again return to the tree. It must be so for the spirit of the tree acts as a focal point for a connection to be formed between myself and the very essence of nature. When the child is born it too will be joined with this essence, so that understanding of the way of certain things will be known to it." Aragorn frowned. "It is the way with elves my love. Without our bond with nature we are as nothing, leaves floating on the air, to be an elf is to have that connection, it was this way when I was born although I have only the slightest memories of my birth and time within the nest of my mother's birthing bower." "But this child is not fully elven Legolas, what would happen if you were not within the trees bower when the time comes?" Aragorn asked. "He and the child would most likely perish," Thranduil cut in sharply. "It is necessary, Legolas must be within his bower when the time comes. He could not withstand the birthing process otherwise." "But how, and why is it necessary, what will occur within the bower?" Aragorn questioned further. His need to know was great but even more he wished to understand the implications for his mate. He wished no harm to come to his beloved. "When an elven child is brought into the world it is very different from the ways of men. We do not provide milk to our children through our bodies, instead at the moment of birth, before even, the elven parent provides his or her strength to allow the child to be born. It is perhaps worse for a male elf. A channel is formed from the womb at the time of birth to allow an exit for the child, but this takes much energy, as does the healing of it afterwards. Within the bower the focal spirit will provide energy that comes from the life around them which supplements the elf's own strength. This is the only way to ensure a safe delivery." Aragorn nodded, understanding coming to him. "Then when Legolas is close to his time he shall not move far from the palace, he shall remain close to his bower." Legolas had remained quiet during this explanation. The spirit of the tree had already explained this much to him, but he did not like to see the worry on Aragorn's face, and attempted to change the subject. "Perhaps my love we could retire to our rooms that I might change from these pants. I have been wearing them for some time," he said lightly, then his stomach rumbled loudly. "Perhaps I should also send to the palace cook to provide a large repast, for you have not eaten in this time as well." Legolas smiled and nodded, and Aragorn, his arm still around Legolas' waist steered them around to face the palace. They took a step forward and Legolas again became aware of the regard of his people. They were all looking at him with eyes filled with wonder, as though his coming was as the footsteps of hope. And perhaps it was Legolas mused. So few elven children were born now, and many of his people were leaving these shores, travelling across the sea to the undying lands. Any new life was considered miraculous and closely guarded by the elven folk as a whole. Legolas pushed these thoughts away whilst smiling at the gathered elven folk who made room for he and his husband to pass, and instead concentrated on thoughts of a change of clothing and a nice filling meal. ~~~~~~~ As they reached their chambers Legolas allowed Aragorn to take over issuing instructions to their servants to draw a bath and lay out fresh clothes for the Prince Consort, whilst at the same time sending word to the kitchens that a meal was to be prepared for the Royal Couple and their guests. Once it was ready Legolas sank into the large copper bathtub that sat in the middle of the bathing chamber. The warm water came up to his chin as he relaxed back soothing away the aches his enforced stillness of the past seven days left behind. He closed his eyes and sank further into the tub, his long blond tresses floating around him in the heated liquid. The door opening alerted him to the fact that he was not alone and he opened his eyes to see Aragorn striding into the room, pulling his clothes off as he went. Legolas pulled his legs up in bemused surprise as his husband climbed into the tub with him. Water sloshed over the sides and ran to the drain in the centre of the room. "Now this is much better," Aragorn said with a smile of satisfaction on his face. "Let us always bathe together," he then added almost as an afterthought. Legolas laughed softly, his chuckle a musical sound in the silence of the room and Aragorn felt his heart swell with love for this magnificent creature before him. The young king held out his hand to Legolas who took it without hesitation then he tugged the elf over until Legolas sat between his legs, his back against Aragorn's chest and his head resting on the man's shoulder. Aragorn shifted a little to allow Legolas to relax more comfortably against him, and the elf started a little at the hard member that was pressing against his backside. Aragorn picked up a washcloth from a side table, and using the soap worked up a lather before he gently began to wipe the cloth down across his lover's chest. Legolas sighed appreciatively as Aragorn stroked the soft cloth over his body, cleansing away the accumulated dirt of the last seven days. Then Aragorn put aside the washcloth and began to cleanse the elf's hair. First soaking the golden tresses, then rubbing in soap to work up a luxurious fruity smelling lather. Legolas allowed his eyes to close whilst Aragorn's fingers worked magic as they massaged the soap into his hair. Finally, when Aragorn was satisfied that the golden length had been cleansed enough he gently rinsed away the lather until the hair fell in a wet curtain down the back of his elven husband. Legolas smiled lazily to himself as he let the young King take care of him. Aragorn twisted a little so that he could bend his head around to claim the elf's lips with his own, and Legolas moaned, desire awakening within him. With one hand wrapped around Legolas' waist the other delved further under the water until it came upon the object of its search. Legolas arched suddenly, moaning loudly into Aragorn's mouth as the man allowed his hand to encircle the elf's member. The semi rigid shaft quickly hardened under his ministrations, and as his hand stroked the length of hard flesh his own hips pushed forward grinding against Legolas' body. The Elven Prince writhed in frustration as Aragorn teased him, with first gentle strokes and then firm tugs that seem to send bolts of energy along his spine, making his back arch away from the man beneath him whilst at the same time pressing his buttocks harder against Aragorn's own length, thus in turn teasing the man. But this could not last for long, both were filled with much desire from having spent so much time apart after their recent bonding, and it was not long before the teasing turned to serious pleasure giving and receiving and both came hard together. ~~~ The couple had dried themselves quickly after stepping out of the bath and they dressed quickly in simple garments made for comfort above pomp and ceremony. They then made their way swiftly down to the private dining room to join their families and guests for a meal. They took their seats, Thranduil on Legolas' right and Elrond at Aragorn's left. Then around the table sat Denethor and Boromir, Galadriel and Celeborn. The meal was served soon after the royal couple had taken their seats, and Legolas breathed in appreciatively at the enticing smells coming from the platter before him. He did not take long to begin placing food on his own plate. Aragorn and the other occupants of the room smiled in indulgent amusement as the young elf took food from almost every platter heaping it onto his own plate. He suddenly seemed to notice the silence in the room and looked up warily to see every eye upon him. He felt a blush steel across his features. "What?" he asked defensively. The room broke out in to chuckles and laughter, and Legolas turned hurt accusing eyes towards his father and Aragorn. "Peace Legolas," Aragorn said smiling and taking Legolas' hand to place a kiss upon it. "We were merely enjoying your enjoyment of the food." Legolas smiled wryly. "You would also be enjoying the food the way I am had you not eaten in a sevenight." "True," Aragorn conceded, "In fact I daresay I would be somewhat less particular about my food than you are even now." Legolas looked down at his plate, and then at the spread before him and smiled. He was above all else an elf, and his culinary tastes ran to the leafy and well cooked items before him. Aragorn shook his head and began to place food onto his own plate, and gradually the room settled into the contented silence of those eating and enjoying both the food and each other's company. After a while of steady munching Legolas looked down at his plate in dismay, it was empty. He looked at the table. The platters were near enough empty. He then looked over with interest at the plate of his husband, and as Aragorn conversed with his foster father and Lord Denethor Legolas speared some food from the man's plate before placing it on his own. He happily tucked into this new supply of food. Aragorn turned back to his plate about to spear a slice of the fine fowl on his plate, only to find it had disappeared. He looked around in confusion, before spotting the well-cooked bird sitting on the plate of his beloved. He narrowed his eyes at the oblivious elf, who continued to tuck into his food, or rather Aragorn's food with gusto. "If you continue to eat this way my love, we may have to roll you back upstairs," he drawled. Legolas turned caught with the fowl half way to his mouth, his eyes widened in surprise as he faced his husband. He looked back at the fowl before reluctantly placing it back on his plate. "But Aragorn, I am hungry. I have not eaten in some time, and there is the baby to think of also. I am now it's source of food, and I must take care of myself," Legolas said earnestly, a look of innocence plastered across his face thought the suspicious mind of the king. As Aragorn continued to stare at the elf, Legolas suddenly pouted and pushed the plate towards the man. "Fine, very well, if you will do nothing but stare at me in such a fashion you may have your food back." He sat back, stiff with arms folded across his chest and a mutinous expression on his face, and Aragorn again was overcome with emotion for this wonderful creature he had taken to husband. His heart softened, and he took a piece of the cooked meat before moving closer to the elven prince and placing the meat gently at his lips. Legolas turned to look at the man, and as he met Aragorn's gaze his heart clenched at the fierce emotion displayed in his regard. Wordlessly he opened his mouth and allowed Aragorn to place the meat inside. He chewed the meat and swallowed, and held Aragorn's gaze as the man placed another piece of meat at his lips. Again the elf opened his mouth, but this time as the meat was placed inside Legolas dipped his head forward slightly taking more of Aragorn's fingers into his mouth as well. His tongue stroked the digits teasingly. Aragorn made no move to pull them free and Legolas was encouraged by the widening of the king's eyes to suck at the fingers. A sudden loud coughing broke their concentration and they turned as one to look at Lord Elrond who was making the loud coughing sounds, and then at the rest of their guests who were staring at them in amusement. The both flushed with embarrassment at having been caught in so intimate an act. "Perhaps you can continue your meal later," Celeborn said pointedly, sharing a remembering look with his own wife. Aragorn laughed and nodded, and the meal wound down with the guests retiring to their own activities. The royal couple were left alone and they made their way back to their rooms with a mutual haste that needed no explaining. Chapter 17 The following day the first court of the new King was held. The large audience room had been prepared, smaller copies of the thrones from the main throne room had been placed on the dais ready to receive their applicants. Twice a week this court was held so that any citizen of the kingdom might plead their case or grievances before the King himself. Once every new moon a special court was held for all those held within the city prisons, that they might appeal against their sentence. This was a gamble for although in some cases the sentence might be lessened or withdrawn there was also a chance that the sentence might be lengthened. Legolas had never presided over such a court within his father's realm. The elves were free to air their grievances without the need of a special court. Indeed, grievances within his father's kingdom were few and far between. The residents of Mirkwood loving their king, who was to them fair and just. Aragorn had been trained for this situation both by Lord Elrond, who had studied something of the legal systems of men and by Lord Denethor. He felt somewhat more prepared than his consort when the first appellants approached. "My Lord, this is Tomas Colwyn. He is here to ask for a reduction in the taxes he and the people of his village are currently paying." "Why do you ask for such a reduction?" Aragorn asked the bowing and aged figure before him. "Sire, we are tenants of Lord Marlen. The taxes we are asked to pay are beyond the means of many of us. In order to pay these taxes we are forced to go without things like food. Our people are starving. However my lord it is not just the taxes. Lord Marlen neglects his duty as landowner. Many of our properties have been without maintenance for many harvests." Aragorn looked pensive. "Very well Master Colwyn, your complaint has been recorded and will be investigated, you have my word." Aragorn directed his sincere and commanding gaze at the man before him, and the humble figure seemed to straighten a little at the honesty he read in the King's eyes. "Thank you my Lord," he said simply and left. And so began the first official court of King Elessar. Many came before him, some with minor complaints that seemed to be on the surface, very petty however Aragorn promised them all that they would be investigated, and should any justness be proven to their claims then recompense would be made. Legolas for the most part remained silent during this court, simply taking in the process that he might better understand it in the future. However this was a new moon and following the civil cases, the appealing prisoners from within the city were next brought forward. The Prince Consort looked with interest over the small assortment of men standing before the royal couple. Their hands and legs chained to prevent quick movement by the prisoners. The elf found himself wondering as he looked at each, what crimes they had been convicted of. One in particular struck him as unusual. This man stood proud and tall, the shackles attached to him seemed not to bother him, yet this was not to say he was arrogant. In fact Legolas was surprised at how innocent this man appeared to be, and he waited until the man was pushed forward by the guards, and pushed to his knees before the royal couple. "Your Majesties, this is Ebwil Crane, he has been convicted of the crime of theft. He has served one year of his sentence and has four more to serve. Prisoner state your appeal," the guard intoned. The man seemed to pause for a moment and his gaze took in both man and elf before him, seeming to measure them. "My lords, I do not believe that I was justly convicted of this crime." "What is it that you are accused of stealing?" Aragorn asked. "I am accused of stealing a necklace Sire," the man answered. "Did you steal it?" the King questioned. The man held Aragorn's gaze as he replied. "Yes, I did." Aragorn sighed, "Then I fear that..." "Why?" Legolas interrupted swiftly before his husband could pass judgement. Something about this man's crime did not sit well with the elf. The intense gaze shifted its focus from the King towards the Prince Consort and a small lessening of the tightness around the man's lips could be seen. "Your Highness, I was a tenant of Lord Marlen. My family had lived on that land for fifteen generations, and the necklace was an heirloom passed down through my family. When the current Lord Marlen took over the estate the taxes were raised. We could not afford to pay them, and eventually the Lord's bailiffs came to call upon us. They took everything of value from our home, and ripped the necklace from around my wife's throat." "So you stole back the necklace?" Legolas asked softly. Ebwil nodded. Legolas turned to face his husband. "This is related to the earlier matter my love, this is not the first instance of Lord Marlen's alleged severity towards his tenants that we have heard this morning," he said softly to Aragorn. The king nodded. "You are right, as always my love, this matter bears much investigation." Aragorn turned back to the prisoner before him. "Master Crane I cannot repeal your sentence without further investigation. But I promise that this matter will be investigated thoroughly, and should it come to light that you were wronged, your sentence will be repealed, and recompense will be made both to you and your family. But first, tell me, where is your family now?" "Sire, they are currently staying with my wife's sister. My family was evicted from our land when I was sentenced." "I see, then we shall see to it, that they are given accommodation of their own. Scribe please record that." For the first time, the man before them seemed to crumble, tears came to his eyes. "Thank you Sire. I ask nothing but the chance for justice for myself, but for my family I would sacrifice even that." Aragorn smiled softly, "Go now, and know that this matter will be treated as urgent." Ebwil bowed low to the royal couple before being led away by the guards. The next prisoner was brought forward to plead his case. This man couldn't have been more different to Ebwil. He bowed obsequiously tugging at his forelock in a show of deference. "Your Highnesses, please hear the appeal of Ifan Crislen. He has been convicted of the crime of murder. He has served six months of this sentence and has fifteen years more remaining. Prisoner state your appeal." The guard again called out. "Your Majesties, I am not guilty of this crime. T'is true that I did kill this man, but it was accidental and in self defence." "Why were you defending yourself from this man?" Aragorn questioned, not liking this man at all. "I do not know sire, his attack was unprovoked," the man replied grovelling further at the foot of the dais. "You lie!" Legolas exclaimed. He had taken an instant dislike to this man and his obvious attempts to ingratiate himself, yet he had listened with an open mind, for this man, unlikeable though he was may have been innocent of his crimes. But then as Legolas watched closely he saw the sweat break out upon the man's face. Saw the eyes as they flickered around the room slyly, judging the reactions of those around him. But most telling of all was the jumping pulse Legolas could see in the man's throat. Now he let his intense gaze fall upon the man who could not hold it, and bowed his head. "Is this true?" Aragorn demanded. "Herald, where was this man when he was alleged to have killed his victim?" "Sire, the record states that this man before you was found in the home of the victim, in what appears to have been an interrupted burglary," the herald stated, referring the to the previous case notes. Aragorn turned back to the now cowering man before him. "Then tell us Master Crislen what really happened. You broke into the house of your victim and when he interrupted you, you fought perhaps?" Ifan raised his head, and Legolas nearly gasped aloud at the spite and menace in the twisted features before him. Ifan's silence was telling, and Aragorn gestured towards the guards to come forth and collect their charge. "Your sentence will not be repealed Master Crislen, in fact, you will not leave jail in 15 years, you will remain a guest of the city's prisons until your natural death. Yours is a most vile nature, to kill a man is no small thing, but then to come before your King and lie makes this matter all the more worse, and betrays much of your character. I would not feel myself to be a good king if I allowed you, and those of your ilk to walk the streets." Aragorn's anger filled gaze then shifted to the prisoners waiting their turn to plead their cases. "Take note now, for any that come before me and lie will face my wrath, and bring down upon their heads only more punishment. Now guards, take this foul creature from my sight." Ifan Crislen was dragged from the floor by the guard screaming and cursing. Legolas' sharp elven hearing caught both his own and Aragorn's name spoken in some promise of revenge, but did not fear this man who was to spend the rest of his life behind bars. The other prisoners, now warned by the sentence of Ifan came forward more hesitantly to plead their cases, some not at all, obviously thinking better of what they had wanted to say to the King. The majority of the prisoners found no change in their sentence, some few had their sentences lessened, but no more were dealt with more harshly, and so the first court of the King and his Prince Consort came to an end. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After the court session had ended, Aragorn was called away to meet with his ministers who were to report to him on the state of the kingdom. Legolas smiled in amusement and decided now would be a good time for him to plant the gifts of Lord Elrond into the gardens of the palace. Once the plants had been brought to him outside Legolas stood for a moment, trying to decide where he should plant everything. The day was beautiful, the sky a deep blue, and the sun shining down upon the gardens, and Legolas was very glad to be outside. Looking down at the sapling that sat in its wooden basket filled with dirt, Legolas smiled. He knew exactly where to put this. He lifted the basket with ease and walked over to the spot he had chosen. Placing the basket down Legolas used a small spade to begin digging a space in which to place the sapling. He sang as he worked, singing to both the earth and the sapling, telling them of the union they would create. Then was the hole was dug he gently placed the sapling within it. Covering the roots with the remaining dirt, he gently patted down the earth and watered the ground around the newly planted sapling well. He continued to sing to the plant, telling it of it's new home, and how it would grow tall and strong amongst the other plants, and before him the sapling seemed to stand taller. He sensed movement at the edge of the garden and he turned to look. It was a young girl. She stood watching him, and as she saw that he had noticed her she turned to leave. "Do not go," Legolas called out instinctively. The lady paused in mid flight and turned around to face the elf who quickly approached her. "Who are you?" Legolas asked when he finally stood before the girl. Now that she stood before him, he could see that she was actually a woman, not a girl. She looked to be in her middle twenties, quite mature by the standards of men. But she was a slight creature, her head reaching only as far as Legolas' shoulders. She had long chestnut brown hair that fell to her waist in a riot of curls, and curious green eyes looked up at him from a face that was lightly sprinkled with freckles. "I am Lady Garret, Your Highness," she said softly, and belatedly curtsied before him. Legolas smiled gently. "You are at court with your husband?" he enquired, knowing that in the ways of men, a young lady of noble birth was unlikely to remain single after reaching her majority. A shadow seemed to pass over her features. "Nay Sire, I am a widow. My husband died three years past. I come to court only upon the insistence of my mother, who tells me that I should play my part in court politics since I now own my husbands estate. I would much rather be at home though," she added honestly. "Where is your home my lady?" he asked. "The estate is in Southern Gondor my lord. A border estate set between Lord Marlen and Lord Gafen," she explained, missing the shudder that racked the elven frame at the memories aroused by that name. Legolas forced himself to pay attention to the lady before him though. Her face animated and her eyes sparkling as she told him of the gardens that she tended at her home, the hills and forests that lay near. The places she loved to explore." Legolas smiled at her enthusiasm. "Your husband must have been a very lenient man, for I know it is the way of men to want to keep their ladies close at hand, to protect them I believe." Curiously the elf noticed again that a shadow seemed to pass over her face at the mention of her husband. "He was not Sire, he was as many of the men you describe are, however we were married for but a year before he passed on," she said, and wondered at what it was about the Prince Consort that made her reveal more than she had to anyone else since she had been married. Legolas liked this young lady, and he took her by the arm and led her back towards his selection of plants. "Please Lady Garret, you do not need to keep calling me by my title. Legolas is sufficient." Lady Garret halted and her eyes widened in shock, "But Sire, it is not correct that we should be on such intimate terms. What would the other Lords say, what would the King say?" Legolas laughed at her expression, "Lady Garret, it matters not what anyone other than I think of the matter. It is after all my name and I am free to give it to whomever I choose. But if you must, look at it another way. Think of the displeasure you will cause me if you continue to call me Sire." This last evoked a laugh from the Lady and Legolas was enchanted by the musical sound. "Now come, would you like to assist me in planting the gifts my husband and I received from Lord Elrond? Although I fear to dirty your very fine gown," Legolas said frowning as he took in the fine silks of the dress. "Sir...Legolas," she amended as she saw his frown, "I would very much like to assist you in your garden, please pay no attention to this dress, I fear I have very many more like it, but what about your own clothes, they are very fine to be messing in the dirt, perhaps you should change?" Legolas frowned and looked down at his own clothes. "I fear I too have very many more of these clothes, besides I am Prince Consort, who would dare to question me upon my clothes?" he added, smiling, which made them both laugh. "Very well Legolas, but please since we are now on such familiar terms you must call me also by my given name, Amelia." "Amelia," Legolas repeated softly, "A very fine name, but come, my plants are calling to me to bury their roots into this rich soil." Legolas took Amelia's hand and tugged her along after him. "They call to you?" Amelia questioned. "Indeed, for I am an elf, and we are creatures of nature. We hear the songs of every living creature, for they speak to us as they speak to no others." Amelia simply nodded, knowing that the elves were a very different race and if they said they could hear the plants talk then who was she to argue. ~~~~~~~~ As dusk began to settle over the gardens a squire ventured into the gardens to pass the message along to the Prince Consort that dinner was to be served shortly. Legolas acknowledged the message and rose, extending a hand to help Amelia up from her place on the ground. "Come Amelia. We must prepare ourselves for dinner. We are to dine in the main banquet hall this evening." Amelia nodded with a look of disgruntlement, and they made their way together back into the palace. They went their separate ways thought to go to their own chambers to prepare for dinner. Legolas walked into the sitting room of the royal chambers, and saw Aragorn seated at the large desk in the corner reading something. The man looked up as the door opened and smiled in bemusement, at the sight of his husband clad in the fine cloth of this morning, now covered with dirt, a smudge across his forehead. Aragorn rose to greet his lover and enveloped him in a huge hug and taking the soft elven lips with his own. "I see I do not need to ask what you have done with your afternoon," Aragorn said grinning. Legolas looked down at himself ruefully and laughed. "No I think not. And since dinner will be ready soon, I do not have time to bathe." Aragorn's eyes lit up with interest. "A bath. Hmmm, I think as King I do not have to attend my own banquets on time. We could make time to bathe my love." Legolas laughed lightly, but a shiver of desire travelled through him at the intense look in the man's eyes. "Aragorn, we cannot do that. I shall have to suffice with a basin and a change of clothes. Besides today I have made a new friend, and I wish for you to meet her," the elf said firmly. Aragorn frowned. "Should I be jealous already my love?" Legolas rolled his eyes, and went to his own dressing room to get himself ready for the evening meal. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As was customary, the residents and the guests at the palace did not take their seats until the Royal couple had taken theirs, so everyone stood waiting as Aragorn entered the room with Legolas at his side. They took their seats and with a murmur everyone else took theirs, conversation beginning almost immediately. At the high table Legolas had asked for a seat to made available opposite his own in between Boromir and Lord Celeborn, and Legolas noted the hesitant arrival of Amelia to the banquet room. He saw her move towards her customary place with her mother on one of the lower tables, and then gesturing subtly he alerted the squires that she was to be brought before them. As the squires stopped her, Lady Garrett looked around with surprise. The room became more hushed as people took note of the squire guiding the young woman up to the Royal table. There was a hint of fear and panic as Amelia was bought to stand before the Royal couple, which was allayed only a little by the mischievous grin on Legolas' face. "Lady Garrett," Aragorn said, and Amelia's attention was drawn back to the King. "It appears in you I have a rival for my husbands affections," the King said with a stern visage. Amelia swallowed and her eyes became almost impossibly wide. "Aragorn, stop teasing," Legolas said lightly slapping the arm of his mate. Aragorn laughed and patted Legolas' hand. "Pray forgive me Lady Garrett, we wished only to invite you to dine with us. See there is a seat available." The squires led Amelia to the vacant seat but were brushed aside by Boromir who stood to hold out her chair for her. "You look very lovely tonight Amelia," he said softly, but Legolas' sharp hearing caught the words, and he took note of the dazed expression that Boromir wore, and the flushing cheeks of Amelia. The elven prince smiled softly to himself. He would discuss this later with Aragorn. The noise in the hall soon rose again, with many of the gathered nobles speaking of Lady Garrett's seating at the high table. Many wondering just what she had done to curry such favour. Seated amongst such highborn people Amelia was at first very intimidated but everyone went out of their way to include her in conversation. "So Lady Garrett, I heard that you spent all afternoon working with my husband in the gardens, you must have a deep love of nature for you to be able to endure his company for so long," Aragorn said to Amelia, sending a teasing look to his husband. Amelia laughed and Legolas pinched Aragorn lightly. "How do you know that she was not planning to steal me away from you, whilst you closet yourself all day with your ministers?" Legolas asked his eyebrows arched high. "Then I am afraid Lady Garrett that I would be forced to chop off your head for no one is allowed to steal my love from me," Aragorn replied but still looking at Legolas. "Please Lady Garrett do forgive my foster son, for such behaviour is often customary amongst elven newlyweds," Lord Elrond said loudly and the couple looked over at him in barely disguised mirth. "I am afraid that my foster father has forgotten what it feels like to be a newlywed. His own wedding was millennia ago." Aragorn confided. "You know of course that age can have an effect on the memory." "I think that age has indeed affected my foster son, for he has clearly forgotten the punishment he received for disrespecting his elders," Elrond said knowingly, and Aragorn flushed deeply, his mouth staying silent. The older folks at the table laughed delightedly at this defence of their age. "I shall have to remember that for when Aragorn disrespects me," Legolas said thoughtfully, which sent peals of laughter around the table again, and leaving Legolas with a very vengeful husband. "We shall see my love, who shall punish who. Besides, you are in a delicate condition, it would not do for you to exert yourself in anyway." Aragorn said smugly. Legolas painted an innocent expression on his face, and then he spoke lowly, his words intended for Aragorn's ears alone. "Perhaps then I should have my bath alone and retire to bed early." Aragorn took his lesson well and said no more, although his hand slipping below the table and caressing Legolas' inner thigh left the elf in no doubt as to what would actually occur that night. Chapter 18 After the meal had finished the Royal couple rose to adjourn to the gardens. Guests would now be free to circulate amongst the public rooms and gardens of the palace, mingling with members of the Royal family, or just gossiping amongst themselves, as many of them were prone to do. Aragorn and Legolas remained side by side but Legolas kept Amelia close to him, and noted with interest how Boromir too had strangely decided to remain with them this evening instead of wandering off by himself, as was his usual habit after dinner. Legolas suppressed a smile and sought an avenue in which he could test his suppositions and immediately found one in the form of Lord Fenner. This middle-aged man was a terrible flirt and lusted after anything that was prone to movement. Making eye contact with the lusty lord ensured that the man all but ran over to join their party. "Your Highness," Fenner said with an oily smile. "Lady Garrett, a pleasure as always." As Fenner made a bow before them Legolas watched the man's eyes rake over Amelia's form. Perfect the Prince thought, now to use the bait to lure the main catch. "Lord Fenner, I have heard that you are something of a musical connoisseur. I have even heard tell that you write your own music and words. Is this true?" Legolas asked with interest. The man before him seemed to puff up in self importance, "Why Your Highness, I am somewhat embarrassed. I must admit that I have dabbled a little in the musical arena, however I would not call myself a connoisseur. I have heard Highness, that nothing can rival the music of the elves, except of course for the sweet sounds that Lady Garret makes as she laughs." Again the man's eyes drifted from Amelia's face to her bosom, and beside him he felt the lady in question stiffen in outrage. "Having heard Amelia's laugh I can assure you that it is indeed sweeter that the sweetest of elven melodies. But perhaps Lord Fenner you might play for us at some time, something of your own composition?" Lord Fenner's eyes seemed to light up, and if possible he seemed to swell even further with pride. However Legolas was somewhat disconcerted, as Fenner's attention now seemed to be focused on himself as well as Amelia. The man showed an unwise boldness as he grabbed Legolas hand, ignoring the suddenly tense body of the Prince, and raised it to his mouth to place a sloppy kiss all over it. Legolas made a small sound of disgust in the back of his throat. Taking the sound as a sign of encouragement Fenner swept a look that encompassed Legolas' body. "Might I say Your Highness, how very glad we all are that King Elessar took you for his husband. Gondor has indeed gained a shining star in your form. Although I feel that had he not been so quick to arrange your union the competition for your hand would have been fierce." Fenner's words made Legolas shudder at the thought of this man asking his father for permission to court him, and he tried to tug free his hand without causing a scene. Hearing his name, Aragorn turned from the conversation he was having with Boromir and Lord Denethor. He saw at once the leering look that Fenner raked over his husband, the man still holding Legolas' hand, and excusing himself he turned to join the conversation behind him. "Lord Fenner is it not?" Aragorn asked nonchalantly. The Lord grinned and nodded his head in acknowledgement, although he at once dropped the hand of the Prince Consort. Aragorn watched as the man's eyes flicked around to see who was taking note of his conversation with the Royal family. Boromir and Lord Denethor also joined them, Boromir actually moving to stand at Amelia's side. "Lord Fenner was just agreeing to a small performance of his music for Lady Garret and I," Legolas pointed out glancing quickly at Boromir. "Indeed, although I must say again that my music is nothing in comparison to the sweet laughter of Lady Garrett, something I fear we do not hear enough of." Lord Fenner sighed dramatically. Legolas noticed that Boromir's mouth seemed to have tightened almost painfully. "Perhaps Lady Garrett has found nothing amusing to laugh at in your company," Boromir bit out. Fenner's look dismissed the Steward's son and again focused on the lady in question who had yet to voice her opinion, although the look in her eyes spoke volumes. "Perhaps I should make more of an effort to spend time with Lady Garrett then, in order to attempt to procure more of her delightful laugh," Lord Fenner stated again with an oily smile directed at the lady. Legolas took pity on Amelia, "I am afraid that Lady Garrett is much involved with myself at present. She is quite knowledgeable about plant life and is currently assisting me as I make some additions to the gardens." Legolas painted a regretful look upon his face. However, Fenner was not discouraged so easily. "Ah, but this is even better Your Highness. I have heard that elves sing to the trees, and to other plant life, perhaps whilst you and Lady Garret work in the gardens I could sing to you both there." Legolas cringed inwardly, although he had not heard the music of Lord Fenner, he could not help but feel instinctively that if the man tried to sing before his plants they would surely curl up and die. "I am afraid that Lady Garrett and I work alone, I am teaching her the elven ways of gardening, secrets we do not share lightly. Perhaps another time." Legolas offered solicitously. Fenner frowned but his smiled returned a moment later. "Perhaps then Your Highness, I could give both you and Lady Garrett a private performance," the man said with confidence, as though he had no doubt that his audience would be more than satisfied. This time the man was foolish enough to allow his lusty gaze to sweep over the elven Prince, and Legolas felt his husband stiffen beside him. Fearing for Lord Fenner's life, and knowing that Fenner had been encouraged by himself he took pity on the man. "Lord Fenner, as much as I am sure that I would enjoy such an audience I am afraid that my husband would not feel it to be appropriate," Fenner looked at Aragorn's glowering features, and swallowed with some difficultly. "Perhaps though you could entertain us all at tomorrow's banquet?" Legolas added. Swallowing his pride and not wishing to enrage his king further Fenner agreed and swiftly excused himself, and the Royal party continued their walk around the gardens. Aragorn tugged Legolas slightly ahead of the others. "Just what game are you playing my love?" he questioned in dangerous tones. Legolas placed his hand reassuringly on Aragorn's arm. "Forgive me Aragorn, but I merely wanted to test something," Legolas said smiling up at the man. Aragorn frowned, "Test what?" "Have you not noticed how Boromir acts around Lady Garrett, and how she too blushes when in his company?" Enlightenment dawned on the King and he smiled wickedly. "I see, you are matchmaking are you not?" Legolas smiled warmly, "I simply want our friends to be as happy as we are," he purred softly, and Aragorn's breath quickened. "Then I shall lend you any help you need my love. Together we shall see this done, now come, I think we have tarried long enough, we can now retire," he said pulling a laughing elf behind him as he called out their goodbyes along the way. ~~~~~~ The following day passed swiftly, with the morning reserved for meetings with Ministers for both Aragorn and Legolas. However in the afternoon, Legolas swiftly made his escape and called upon Lady Garrett to join him in the gardens where they passed the rest of the afternoon with transplanting the gifts of Lord Elrond. They were joined late in the afternoon by both Lord Elrond and King Thranduil, who wished to assist them, and it was not long before all of the plants had been given a new home. Legolas looked around him in satisfaction. "This is indeed a job well done," he commented. "I must agree, the plants look to be very happy in their new homes, but you know of course that care must be given to them daily for their first few months," the Lord of Rivendell pointed out. Legolas nodded, "I think that I should be here in the gardens every day in any case. I could not stand to be inside the palace walls all day. I think I shall also have to arrange a riding excursion with Celdarion," the young prince mused. Thranduil shared an anxious look with Elrond, and then turned back to his son, "Is that wise?" he asked. "Is what wise?" a voice called out, and they all turned to see Aragorn and Boromir approach. "I was just saying how very much I should like to go out riding," Legolas said smiling with warmth for his husband. Aragorn shook his head. "Absolutely not," he said firmly. Legolas frowned, "Why ever not?" "Do you not remember what happened last time you went out riding?" Aragorn pointed out harshly, and regretted it as Legolas' face paled. "I remember very clearly Aragorn, however the danger is past. He is dead," Legolas said in clipped tones. "But the sorcerer is not," Aragorn said loudly. Legolas flinched and the man moved to embrace his husband, however Legolas pushed him away angrily. "You cannot keep me locked within the city Aragorn for the rest of our lives here," Legolas shouted. He pushed away all attempts to touch him. "I do not wish to Legolas, but I must think of your safety, and the safety of our child." Legolas made a sound of frustration and whirled away running off towards the trees. Aragorn made to follow but Elrond laid a restraining hand on his arm. "Give him time to think Estel, he will calm down and he will see that you only wish the best for him." Aragorn nodded and allowed Elrond to lead him back to the palace. Thranduil watched them leave and then turned to follow his son. Amelia stood feeling awkwardly embarrassed at having been witness to this intimate fight. She was interrupted from her own thoughts by Boromir holding out his hand in a simple gesture. With a hesitant smile that was answered by the man she took his hand and he led back to the palace. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Elrond took Aragorn back to his foster son's sitting room pushing him into a chair. "Am I such an ogre Father? Why does Legolas not see reason?" he exclaimed in anguish. "Peace my son, you must remember that Legolas is an elf. He is a child of nature, and to prevent his access to that only causes him pain and suffering. You know this, you were raised among us in Rivendell." Aragorn sighed. "I know. I know that he needs to feel free, and that to tie him to stone walls will only kill him slowly, but I cannot help but worry every time he leave my sight. I was not there the first time father, what if it happens again. I cannot protect him if I am not with him." Clouded blue-grey eyes looked up at the Elven Lord much as they had done when he was a child, and Elrond's heart clenched in empathic sympathy. "Aragorn, you know that even if you had been there, it is likely that there is nothing you could have done. You would have ended up as Celdarion did, perhaps even dead. You cannot always protect the ones that you love, as much as you would like to. I know this." Elrond's head bowed for a moment, and Aragorn knew that he was thinking of his wife. "I am sorry father, for being such a fool, perhaps Legolas and I can reach a compromise," Aragorn said with more hope in his voice, then his face fell slightly. "Do you think Legolas will forgive me?" Elrond laughed gently. "I am quite certain he will my son. You have a very long life together ahead of you, I am sure this is but the first fight of many." Aragorn nodded feeling better. He quickly embraced his foster father before leaving in search of his beloved. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Legolas sprinted away from the small group, running blindly into the trees. When he halted he noted that he was in front of the tree that formed his bower, and he jumped up into the branches, seeking a high place of solitude. He slumped against the trees trunk letting his legs dangle to either side of the branch he sat upon, closing his eyes and sighing. So he was startled to hear the slight rustling of leaves and to feel a slight change in the branch. He opened his eyes to see his father seated on the branch next to him. He gaped in astonishment. "You think your old father cannot climb trees anymore little one?" the King said with amusement. Legolas shook his head in bewilderment. Then bowed his head in distress as he recalled the reason he was now sitting in the tree. "Aren't you a more than a few centuries too old for running away?" Thranduil asked softly. Legolas looked up, his eyes flashing in renewed anger. "He has no right to imprison me thus. I am an elf, one of the firstborn. It is my right to wander as I please." "Legolas, my son. I must admit that Aragorn's thoughts echoed my own. After what happened the last time you went out riding, it causes fear to us all to think of you out and unprotected again." Legolas said nothing, his expression mulish. "Do you really blame Aragorn for feeling so protective? He almost did not get to marry you at all. I think he worries that because he was unable to be by your side when you were taken, that every time you leave him something might happen to you, something he cannot protect you from." Legolas sighed in defeat. He understood this, but it chafed so to be restrained. "I understand father, but I cannot remain within the palace walls for the rest of our reign here. I must be allowed out." "Then perhaps you and Aragorn can come to some arrangement where you are both left with peaceful minds hmm?" Thranduil offered sagely. Legolas thought for a moment before nodding, and without hesitation jumped from the branch to land nimbly on the ground below before running swiftly towards the palace. ~~~~~ They met midway, halting awkwardly before one another. "I am sorry that I upset you," Aragorn offered, and his expression reminded Legolas of how young his husband was, even in man standards. "I too am sorry," Legolas responded shyly. "Perhaps we can talk." "I think we should talk." They said together, and then stopped smiling gently. Aragorn took a step forward, and when Legolas did not move back he took it as an encouraging sign that he could embrace the elf. His arms wrapped themselves around the slim waist, and he felt Legolas' arms place themselves around his shoulder. "I fear to lose you Legolas," Aragorn said, his heart expressed in the simple words. "You will not lose me my love, you cannot." "I wish that I could feel reassured by your words, but there are those that will always seek to take what they cannot have. There will also be enemies that we make in the course of our reign. Once your belly swells with the child you will be unable to fight." "I understand this, but I need to feel the freedom of the forests. I will not last our time here together if I must remain within these walls," Legolas explained. "What of your gardens, do they not please you?" Aragorn tried one more time. "Yes, they are very pleasing, it is also where my bower rests, but it is no substitute for the peace that the forests bring me. Please Aragorn," Legolas' pleading blue gaze boring into the man's. Aragorn raised his eyes towards the stars before releasing a deep breath. He looked back at his husband. "Very well, but you are to take a full squadron of guards, and you must ride no further than 3 miles from the city walls," Aragorn said. Legolas laughed disbelievingly. "No, that is no compromise!" "Please Legolas I am trying." Legolas sighed, "I know you are, but you must understand, it is in my very nature to be free, to come and go as I please. To commune with nature. That would be impossible to do in the midst of a squadron of your finest men who trample the forest as they pass. Please all I require is Celdarion. He has long been my companion and bodyguard. He will suffice." Aragorn hesitated, but the deep blue, almost violet gaze met his own and he was lost. With a sigh he nodded his defeat, but was rewarded a moment later when Legolas threw himself further into the embrace. Aragorn admitted that perhaps he could admit defeat more often. "Come now, my love, we have some little time before we must prepare for dinner, and Lord Fenner's performance, perhaps we can put it good use," the elf said with a coy smile, and Aragorn thought again how sweet defeat could be. Chapter 19 The morning dawned bright and clear, and Legolas was up early. He left a still snoozing Aragorn as he ran off to meet Celdarion. The older elf already stood by the paddock in which the elven horses were kept but he was not alone. His father also stood there dressed in his hunting attire as opposed to his usual state robes. Legolas grinned. "Not a word little one," Thranduil said warningly, but the sting was taken out of the words by the smile adorning the King's face. "I was simply going to say that I am pleased you could join us father," he said as he nimbly jumped up onto his horse, "but I do hope you can keep up," he added, before spurring his horse on and racing down to the palace gates. "Ha, we shall see who needs to keep up my son, come Celdarion, let us teach that impudent young son of mine a lesson," Thranduil jumped up onto his own horse and he and Celdarion swiftly followed after the elven prince. It did not take them long to catch up for their pace was forcibly slowed as they rode through the city, but once out of the city gates the race was on again. Legolas sped quickly into the lead, enjoying the feel of the wind as it raced over and past him, making his hair appear a golden stream from behind him. He whispered encouragingly to his horse to run faster still as they galloped across the meadows that lay between the city and the forests beyond. He turned his head slightly as he sensed movement and saw his father pulling alongside him, the elven king bent low over his steed's back, and just beyond the King, Celdarion also rushed forward, the experienced woodland elf slowly starting to pull further ahead of both King and Prince. As they reached the forests they slowed their pace. Racing was nearly impossible in a forest without causing some damage to their horses, and elves despised causing harm to creatures they named friend. The moment they rode under the shadowy boughs of the forest Legolas felt an immediate sense of peace come over him. It reminded him so much of home, or more like home had used to be before the encroaching darkness had forced their borders back. The soft sounds of the wood was like music to his ears, and he rode at a slow pace so he could take in the calm soothing air of the nature surrounding him. "You feel better little one?" Thranduil asked him. "Infinitely!" was Legolas' heartfelt reply. Then he felt a burst of guilt. "I do not mean that I do not wish to live with Aragorn in his city. I love Aragorn, I would live with him anywhere. But sometimes the stone walls chafe at my spirit so, and there is nothing like the forests to soothe a wood elf." "Your time in this city will not be so very long little one. Your children will take over your rule after a time, and you will be able to return to Mirkwood with Aragorn. You are still the Crown Prince, my only heir," Thranduil pointed out. Legolas nodded. "This is something we have discussed a little. I think Aragorn wishes to maintain his rule for maybe fifty years, then pass the title onto our children. He was raised in Rivendell so living with the elves will not be a new occurrence, nor a hardship for him." "I am certain he will feel very much at home in Mirkwood. And you will have plenty of time to travel to Rivendell so that Aragorn may spend time with his family there," the King pointed out. Legolas nodded. "I want your happiness my son. This match was a good one for our two nations, but nothing could have pleased me more than for you to find love with your husband. I am glad to know that when I return to Mirkwood you will be left in good hands." Legolas shot a look at his father. "You are leaving soon?" Thranduil nodded, "In two weeks time. I have been here in Gondor longer than was necessary my son, I wished only to assure myself of your happiness before I left." "Will you visit again?" Legolas asked hesitantly. "As often as I can. But you may also find time away from your new role here to come home to Mirkwood. In the mean time, I am charging Celdarion with your continuing safety, and that of my grandchild." Thranduil said loudly enough for the other elf to hear. Snorted laughter answered him. "An almost impossible task Your Majesty when your son seems to go out of his way to find trouble." The elven guard said. Legolas was affronted. "I do not. I am a very sensible and cautious elf." Now his father's laughter joined Celdarion's, and Legolas harrumphed in displeasure. "Have you forgotten so soon little Prince, the time you decided to try and catch yourself one of the rats from the lower levels of the palace?" Celdarion asked, smiling when Legolas blushed. "We found you stuffed in a barrel after you had accidentally shut yourself inside. You had cried yourself to sleep and had I not found you, without doubt you would not have been freed until the barrel had reached Laketown." "I believe when he awoke and we asked him why he had taken refuge in the barrel he said something about a rat attacking him," Thranduil chuckled. "It was a very big rat, besides that was an isolated incident," Legolas defended himself stoutly. "It was?" Celdarion arched a delicate eyebrow, and Thranduil laughed. "What about the time you..." "Alright, alright. I concede that I may have had a few mishaps whilst growing, but that it all over." Legolas pointedly ignored the look that King and guard shared. ~~~~~ The trio rode back into the city feeling much refreshed and light-hearted. They passed through the palace gates after having received many curious stares from the people as they made their way through the streets of Gondor, until finally they reached the paddock set aside for the elven horses. Gathering waiting equipment they began to brush down their horses. One of the men who worked in the palace stables came upon them and exclaimed in outraged shock. "Your Highness, please, you should not have to attend to your own horse. It is improper. Please, allow me and my colleagues to take care of your horses," he said bowing before the Elven Prince. Legolas sighed, would this be the way of things in a city of men? "What is your name?" he asked the man before him. If possible the man's eyes widened even further, very few from amongst the ranks of the nobles knew his name, and fewer still bothered to ask for it. "Your Highness, I am called Felton, I am the stable master's second," he explained. "Very well Felton, please, do not bow before me, there is no need," the Prince stated firmly. "But Your High..." "Felton, please, I am a simple elf, there is no need for you to debase yourself so before me." Felton nodded hesitantly, but then opened his mouth again, "But Highness, it is still unseemly for you and your companions to see to your own horses. That is what we are here for." "That maybe so for the horses of men Felton," Legolas said with a smile. "But should you try to deal with an elven horse I fear you may swiftly find yourself out of your depth. Elven horses are free creatures, tied to us only by love, and such is our mastery with the creatures of nature that only elves could tame these beasts long enough to cleanse them. Should you try you would merely incite the horses to anger." Felton shook his head. "My Lord, we are all employed for the King's service because of our skill with the animals, would you not at least let me try?" Legolas laughed. "You are a stubborn one Felton, but aye, I will allow to attempt to tend my horse, on one condition. Should he fail to allow you near him, I shall continue. Agreed?" Felton smiled a little, secure in his belief of his own abilities when it came to horses. "Agreed," he said. Legolas moved aside to stand with his father as the man slowly approached the elven steed. Celdarion stood by his own horse watching with careful eyes. Felton moved close to the horse speaking softly trying to reassure the animal with his voice. The big horse watched him with eyes that seem to sparkle with intelligence. As he got closer Felton's confidence grew, and with a smile he reached out a hand to gently pat the horse's nose. Turning to smile at the Elven Prince, he was shocked when there was a sudden angry cry from the horse. As if in slow motion Felton turned back to the animal and saw the horse had raised itself on it's hind legs and now made to bring it's forward hoofs crashing down onto him. He watched helplessly, unable to move. Then suddenly he was falling to the side, his head striking the stone paving hard enough to daze him. When time had returned to normal he looked around. He saw one of the Prince's companions lifting himself off the ground before offering an assisting hand down to the man. Taking the hand Felton gingerly rose. His gaze met the stricken one of the Prince. "Felton, are you well?" he asked urgently. Dazedly Felton nodded. "You are bleeding," the Prince pointed out. "Please forgive me, I would not have allowed you to approach Alagos had I known just what he would do." The Prince whirled suddenly to face his horse, and began scolding the beast in Elvish, or at least Felton assumed it to be the Prince's mother tongue for the sound was so enchanting and musical. Felton continued to watch in amazement as the elven steed seemed to bow its head in dejection at the scolding. Legolas finished his diatribe and stood looking at the horse with his arms crossed over his chest. The horse slowly moved forward before nuzzling the Prince gently. Gently but firmly the Prince pushed the animal aside, and the broad shoulders of the beast seemed to droop even further. Legolas ignored his sulking horse and turned back to the man. "Again I beg your forgiveness Felton. I had not known him to be so unwelcoming to men. Had Celdarion not moved to push you aside I fear Alagos would have seriously wounded you. Now, I think it best if you go to the healers, and make sure that your head has not taken serious damage." The prince signalled to a passing guard and bade him escort the stableman to the healer's wing. With a sigh Legolas turned back to his steed. "What is the matter with you Alagos. We are to live in this city of men for some time, you cannot attack every one that approaches you. Now tell me, if you cannot remain within this city at my side then I will take you outside and allow you to leave. I will find another companion from amongst your brethren. The decision is yours," the Prince stated. Alagos snorted softly and again tried to nuzzle Legolas with his nose. Using his teeth to gently tug at the Prince's sleeve. Unable to remain angry for long at his equine friend he laughed softly and rubbed the animal's nose before again taking up his brush. "Very well, you can stay, but I warn you now, you had better remain on your best behaviour. Aragorn is very protective of me, and should he think that my own mount has become a wild beast he will have no compunction whatsoever in turning you outside the city walls." Celdarion shared an amused look with Thranduil at Legolas' handling of his horse, and Thranduil marvelled at his son's way with animals, he truly was a Prince among elves. ~~~~~ The three elves decided to freshen themselves up before joining Aragorn and the others in a late breakfast. "I noticed you left early this morning my love," Aragorn said as he buttered a roll. Legolas felt a slight twinge of guilt, although he had been accustomed to riding early in the mornings, there had been another reason for his early departure. He had not wanted to face Aragorn and any last minute objections he might have to Legolas' riding in the forest with so few companions. "Yes, I particularly enjoy early morning rides, actually my father joined Celdarion and I this morning. Perhaps you too could join us one morning," he said smiling hesitantly at his husband. He was relieved when Aragorn smiled in return. "I would like that," the man said. Then the young King turned back to his guests. "Lord Celeborn, Lady Galadriel, I hear that you leave today to return to Lorien. We shall greatly miss your presence. It is such a shame that Mithrandir had to depart so soon after our wedding, we would have welcomed his company, as indeed we will anytime he wished to grace us with his presence." "I am afraid I too will be taking my leave in a few days," Lord Elrond announced. "I am glad I could be here Estel to see you take hold of your destiny, and meet your mate," the Eldar said gently to soften the blow to his foster son. Aragorn nodded smiling. "It appears we shall soon be left alone," Legolas said softly, gazing at his father, the news of the King's departure playing through his mind. "Fear not, for we still have my Uncle Denethor and cousin Boromir," Aragorn said smiling. "We cannot forget Amelia," Legolas pointed out, and shared a small triumphant look with Aragorn at the sight of Boromir's suddenly flushed features. "Speaking of the fair lady, where is she this morning?" Aragorn enquired. Legolas shrugged his shoulders in response. "She is breaking fast with her mother," Boromir pointed out quietly. Pasting a nonchalant look upon his face Legolas turned to the man. "I see, a pity, we all enjoy her company so very much. I noticed though that you and she did speak for some time last night, you seem to be getting on quite well." Boromir could not meet his gaze, instead directing his response to the tablecloth. "I have known Amelia since she first arrived at court with her husband. She was a friend of my wife." Legolas was surprised, and felt sorrow for bringing back what were obviously painful memories to Boromir. He felt Aragorn's hand clasp his own under the table. "Indeed, she is such a sweet lady that it is no hardship to befriend her. I for one am glad that you came across her Legolas," the King said. Legolas smiled, squeezing the man's hand gently, and conversation at the table turned to other topics. "I must admit that I was much impressed with Lord Fenner's performance last night," Lord Elrond pointed out suddenly, a spark of mischief in his eyes, as Legolas suddenly froze. "One might almost say his works were inspired," Aragorn added, wincing a little as Legolas' grip became harder. "I think one of my favourite verses had to be the one in which he described the timeless beauty, possessed of the one he desired. I particularly enjoyed the line that described the 'Fairest hair of golden streams; untouched beauty inspiring dreams'." Lord Celeborn's imitation of Lord Fenner was uncanny, and had the room in peals of laughter. Even Legolas had to laugh a little. "Perhaps we can have Lord Fenner compose a new piece for dinner next week?" Aragorn suggested. "Indeed, if I am to become a patron of the arts I shall have to seek out as many artists of Lord Fenner's talent as possible, perhaps have them compose a piece dedicated to their new King," Legolas remarked, and happily noted Aragorn's silence on the matter. ~~~~~ It was late afternoon when they all parted company, and Aragorn and Legolas decided to walk in the gardens, so that Legolas could point out the new additions. It was unusual for them to have the morning so free to themselves, however Aragorn had decided that King or no, there should be some time when he could just be with his husband, without having to meet the Elven Prince around meetings with advisors, and clerks, and ministers, and soldiers, and the list was endless. Aragorn thought back to that first, so very important ball. If he had not found Legolas to share his life with, he could imagine that he would be the most miserable person in Gondor right now. Imagining himself tied to one of those insipid young women made him shudder in horror. "What is it?" Legolas enquired, one eyebrow lifted in question. Aragorn smiled and wrapped his arm around the elf's waist pulling him closer as they walked. "I was just thinking about what life might have been like, had I not had the great fortune of meeting you," he said simply. Legolas smiled, "I too think of that day as a very lucky one for me. My father wished to make a strong alliance for the sake of Mirkwood, but in order to get to that end I might have found myself tied to anyone who had been present at the ball." Legolas shuddered remembering Lord Gafen. "Then we must thank the Valar, who have blessed us both, first with each other, and now with the child that grows within you," the King of Gondor stated. Legolas nodded in agreement, and placed his hand on his still taut belly. "It is strange Aragorn. I know that the child grows within me, indeed I have touched its essence, and yet as yet I fell so very little. There is no obvious sign of this pregnancy, and I wonder too how I will feel when I big with this child." "I know that you could only look more beautiful to me. You are the embodiment of everything I hold dear, and that makes you more precious to me than even my own life," Aragorn uttered fervently. "As you are to me," Legolas replied sincerely. "Then my love, let us away to our bed, and celebrate this love we hold for one another," Aragorn said with a wicked glint in his eyes and his eyes roaming freely over his husband. Laughing Legolas allowed himself to be guided back to their rooms. ~~~~~ Two weeks passed swiftly and Legolas found himself saying goodbye to his father and the elves from his home in Mirkwood. Celdarion was the only elf who was to remain in the city of men with his Prince, many more had offered to stay in service to Legolas, but the young elf had gently refused knowing that to spend so much time away their home in the forests of Mirkwood would be difficult for all the elves. At least he had Aragorn, and his child to think about. He worried too about how Celdarion would fare here but the older elf had stubbornly ignored Legolas' attempts to persuade him to return to Mirkwood with his father. The elves gathered together in front of the palace, their possessions packed, and the majority of the elves mounted, ready for the long ride home. Thranduil stood at the bottom of the steps facing his son. Celdarion stood at the Prince's left, and Aragorn at his right ready to offer support to his beloved husband. Legolas could not find any words, his throat closing over and his eyes watering. He knew it might be some time before he again saw his father, and he was again aware of the little time he had spent away from his father's side. Thranduil also felt unable to speak. His son, the most precious thing in his world was to be left in the world of men. Legolas had been a constant companion to him since his birth, and the old king wondered now what he was to do, with whom would he sit at night and discuss many various things from simple life in the forest to the intricate politics of the world at large. Finding words unavailable to him the elven king allowed his actions to speak instead. Stepping forward he pulled Legolas tightly into his arms, gently guiding the young elf's head to his shoulders as he placed gentle kisses on the fair head of his son. The young prince's arms went around his father and held on tightly, and he felt the tears that he had held back begin to trickle free as he tried to restrain a sob. Thranduil also felt wetness on his own cheeks and he made gentle shushing sounds rubbing Legolas' back to offer comfort, much as he had when the Prince was small. The old king sent a look to Celdarion, informing him with his eyes that his duty now was to protect the young elf, with his life if need be, and the old elven guard inclined his head slightly in acknowledgment of the charge. The Elven King's gaze then met that of Aragorn. And the concerned look in the man's eyes told him that comfort would be given to his son after his own departure. Feeling somewhat more assured about leaving Legolas in this city of men he pushed the young elf back slightly from his embrace so that he could look into the face of his son. Legolas looked up at his father with watery eyes, a solemn expression on his face. Thranduil had to clear his throat a few times before he could speak. "My son, I depart now for our own homeland, but I shall see you within the year, a swift passing of time to the firstborn. I shall return to see you give birth to my grandchild. And know that Mirkwood will always offer you her boughs in protection and love, as they will to your new husband." Legolas nodded, and clasped his father's hand tightly before forcing himself to take a step back. Aragorn immediately stepped forward, his arm snaking around the elf's waist to offer him his silent support. Thranduil turned and jumped up easily onto his mount. Sparing one last look at his son, he spurred his horse on and rode to the head of the elven entourage as they departed, a song already flowing from their lips to honour their young Prince. Legolas continued to stand there after the elves had passed the palace gates and were out of sight. "Come my love, let us return to our chambers, you can rest awhile. We are free for the rest of this morning," Aragorn said gently pulling slightly at the still form of his husband. Legolas blinked slowly and sighed heavily. "I will miss him!" the young elf said simply. "I know, but as he said, it shall be only a short time until you see him again. And we can visit Mirkwood once things have settled and the babe is born." This time Legolas allowed himself to be pulled into the embrace his husband offered. Aragorn looked at Celdarion as his hand gently stroked the long golden locks of his husband. The older elf smiled in approval and he left the couple alone. Aragorn tightened his arms briefly about Legolas' before ushering the elf inside. Chapter 20 Legolas sat in the gardens with Amelia at his side. A small table had been placed outside for their convenience, and on bright days such as this one it was their habit to enjoy each other's company in the refreshing outdoors. Three months had now passed since Legolas' marriage to Aragorn, and in that time the gifts of Rivendell were not the only thing that had grown. Not only was the bond between the Royal couple deeper but also the new life within Legolas' own body grew daily, a small bump now forming at Legolas' waist. Worried about the impact his antics might have on the growing child Legolas had decided to forgo his daily rides until after the child was born, and Aragorn did not try to conceal his relief at the situation. Although nothing had occurred in any of Legolas' sorties, Aragorn could not help but worry, and was usually to be found waiting anxiously for his husband to return windswept and grinning like a fiend. Legolas could not be angry with his husband for feeling that way. They had talked much of Aragorn's fears and Legolas understood why the young man disliked his leaving the palace so intensely, yet from these talks Aragorn had also gained a deeper understanding of what it meant to Legolas to enjoy the freedom of riding outside and begrudgingly he said nothing merely watching every day as Legolas left, and then waiting as Legolas returned. Another bond that seemed to be forming came from Amelia and Boromir, the steward's son spending more and more time in her presence, paying attention to her, making her welcomed. Legolas encouraged this in any small way he could, hoping that two of his very dear friends could find love with each other. The kingdom itself had settled down nicely under the reign of its new King and Prince, the people trusting in their honesty and sincerity. Something that had only been helped by the outcome of the investigation into the prisoner Ebwil Crane's argument of his innocence. When the crown investigators had delved deeply into the case the bailiff who had made the arrest on behalf of his lord, Marlen, had decided that perhaps the prisoner had been arrested a little too hastily. The Crane family reunion had brought a tear to nearly every eye who witnessed it, and the family had decided to make it's home in Minas Tirith. Legolas had keenly missed his father after the Mirkwood elves had departed, and for the first few days after they had departed the young elf had remained solemn. Both his husband and his friends had worked hard to lift his spirits, but it was Celdarion's presence that had been the balm to the young elf's soul. The old elf had been there since his birth, and although Aragorn had felt somewhat jealous of the soothing effect Celdarion had on his husband, he could not begrudge Legolas the company. On this fine day Celdarion had seated himself a small distance from Legolas and Amelia, something that had irritated the young elf. "Celdarion," Legolas called out, sighing softly in annoyance. "Why will you not come and sit with us, I am quite sure it will not kill you to do so." Celdarion looked over at the young prince, seemingly casual, yet Legolas knew that the old elf was never off his guard, constantly vigilant for any threat he might perceive. "I am well enough here my Prince," the bodyguard stated. "Very well, then Amelia and I shall just have to join you over there shall we not?" Legolas threw a challenging look at Celdarion as he and Amelia rose to move over onto the grass where Celdarion sat. Celdarion threw an irritated glance at the young elf before rising gracefully to his feet and stalking over to the table. Legolas shared a triumphant smile with Amelia as they retook their seats. "There now, is that not much more civilised," Legolas said with an innocent face, and heard a giggle unsuccessfully restrained by Amelia as Celdarion growled. Legolas wisely decided not to tease Celdarion anymore and instead turned his attentions to the young lady. "Amelia, you have become very friendly with Lord Boromir, you and he spend much time together now, I feel almost pushed out of your affections," the young prince said pouting a little. Amelia's face instantly took on a rosy hue. "Lord Boromir and I have known each other for a long time Legolas, his wife and I were friends." "Indeed, why then does your face turn some a becoming shade of pink whenever his name is mentioned," Legolas asked grinning. "We might ask the same of you my Prince, for even your ears seem to turn a delightful pink whenever we discuss your own husband," Celdarion said with a wicked glint in his eyes, and Legolas knew this was punishment for his earlier teasing of the elf, yet he was helpless to stop the betraying blush overcoming his features. He scowled at the older elf and glared at Amelia who openly laughed at him this time. "Such a delightful sound," a voice suddenly called out and the three spun in surprise to see who intruded on their solitude. Three heads turned to face the newcomer and Legolas frowned, he did not recall this person. Seeing the Elven Prince's confusion the newcomer introduced himself. "Your Highness, I am Lord Marlen," the man said before sweeping a low bow, his cold eyes however, never left Amelia. Beside him Legolas felt Celdarion tense, but he gestured softly for the older elf not to do anything just yet. Legolas considered the man before him. He appeared unarmed, yet his body was lean and muscled, this man was no stranger to physical work. His hair neat and trimmed, and his clothes obviously rich yet tasteful and subdued. The man's features were sharp and almost hawkish and the smile he wore never reached his eyes. Taking the silence for acceptance Lord Marlen approached the company. "Lord Marlen, I do not recall seeing you very often at court," Legolas remarked. Marlen smiled, "Alas, my duty to my estates often keeps from court, although of course I now see why so many of my fellow peers prefer to be here." His gaze swept over the party. "Lady Garrett, I am surprised to see you here. I know you have been much like myself keeping yourself to your estates." Amelia seemed unable to answer so Legolas stepped into the breach. "I am afraid poor Amelia has been drafted into keeping me company," he said lightly. "How very fortunate for you Your Highness, I had actually intended to pay Lady Garrett a visit upon my return home, but as I see she is here I can instead pay court to her whilst I am attending business in the capital." Legolas noted the fine shudder that seemed to wrack Amelia's body. "You are too kind Lord Marlen, I am afraid though at present I do not feel it appropriate for me to entertain any advances," she said finally in a hesitant voice. "Your concern for your poor deceased husband does you credit my lady, however these are dangerous times, it is not always safe for a woman living alone. Our lands border each other, I have said many times before that I would be more than happy to offer you my protection." Lord Marlen looked consideringly at the ashen-faced lady before him. Legolas frowned, he did not like this man at all and his forward attitude with regard to Amelia irritated him. "Lord Marlen you seem a very generous man to offer your protection so. I think though that it is unnecessary. As a good citizen of Gondor the crown of course offers its protection. Lady Garrett need fear nothing," the elven prince pointed out calmly, and was pleased when Amelia seemed to relax a little. Marlen's face tightened almost unnoticeably but the sharp eyes of both elves spotted it. Rising gracefully from his chair Legolas extended his hand to Lady Garrett. "If you will excuse us Lord Marlen, I believe it has cooled somewhat, we shall retire to the palace." "But of course Your Highness, but if I could just speak to Lady Garrett for but a moment, concerning matters of our borders..." Lord Marlen smiled and gestured to Amelia, however Marlen's smile faded as the tall, lethal figure of Celdarion stood before him. "Ah how remiss of me Lord Marlen, I did not introduce you to Celdarion. He is one of my oldest companions, a close friend also to my father," Legolas said with a winning smile. Celdarion smiled, but it could not have been called friendly. "Lord Marlen it is a pleasure to meet you, although Prince Legolas does exaggerate somewhat I am in face his personal bodyguard and have been since he was born," the older elf explained all the time his eyes watching closely and warning the man not to proceed any further. "Ah Celdarion, you do yourself little justice, please do ignore his humility Lord Marlen, Celdarion has been almost a second father to me, and I've never actually seen Celdarion dispatch anyone who might have been a threat to me," Legolas said, then he painted a little frown on his face. "Although there was talk of the brutal slaying of certain men who had called out something distasteful," Legolas allowed his frown to last a moment longer before clearing his expression once more. "But I am quite sure that is all rumour Lord Marlen, Celdarion is very soft hearted in actual fact, is that not so my friend?" Celdarion grinned almost ferally making Marlen back up a step. "If you say so my Prince, then it must be so." Legolas laughed, a light musical sound. "I do say so, now Lord Marlen, I think we have taken up far too much of your time, we will leave you now." And so saying Legolas turned and walked with the tense figure of Amelia back into the palace trusting Celdarion to discourage any more attempts by Lord Marlen to steal the lady away. ~~~~~ When they had reached a private sitting room and Celdarion had joined them Legolas collapsed in peals of laughter. "Oh Celdarion you were magnificent, truly, did you see his face?" the young Prince asked. Celdarion allowed a small smile to grace his features. "I did indeed, I have not seen anyone squirm so much in a few centuries." Legolas expression sobered as he noted the still pale and unlaughing figure of Lady Garrett. Approaching her and taking her hands into his own Legolas squeezed them gently. "Fear not Amelia, we shall not allow Lord Marlen to get close to you again. I am quite sure that I can think of the perfect guard for you," he said gently. Amelia looked up at her friend and a small smiled worked its way across her face. "Thank you Legolas," she said softly. "I am not one to dislike anybody really, but something about that man repulses me so." "I understand, I too did not like the way he looked at you, he shall not be given the opportunity to do so again." ~~~~~ Legolas led his small party to the palace's private library where he found Aragorn, Boromir and Denethor going over some papers. "Aragorn, how is the investigation into Lord Marlen progressing?" he asked taking a seat next to his husband. Aragorn frowned. "I have not heard anything in the past couple of weeks, but then I expect my team of investigators to return from his lands shortly, why do you ask?" "We have just met the man. He came upon us as we sat in the gardens. A most odious creature. He was trying very hard to persuade Amelia to ally herself with him," the Prince explained. Boromir looked up sharply. "And is Lady Garrett amenable to such an alliance?" he asked sharply. Amelia looked up in surprise at the man's tone. She met his gaze steadily, small blotches of colour in her otherwise pale cheeks. "No, I am not," she said firmly. Boromir seemed to relax. "In any case Aragorn, I know he seemed cooperative enough when he assisted us in the Ebwil's investigation but something about the man does not sit right with me." "Your Highness we cannot conclude a man guilty simply because he does not make you feel comfortable," Denethor pointed out. Legolas sighed in irritation. "And I am not asking you to. I merely wanted to know what information had been bought to light from the investigation. You must admit Lord Denethor that it is strange for so many people from Lord Marlen's estates to complain of unnecessary hardship." "Did Lord Marlen say why he was at court now? I know he has not spent much time here recently, perhaps only a few days for our wedding and coronation, and even then he did not seem to be a very sociable man for I do not recall any conversations with him at the time," Aragorn said. "He said he was here on business," Legolas informed his husband. "He told us that he rarely came to court because his presence was necessary to keep his estates running." "That may be so, Lord Marlen's estates are on the south western borders of Gondor, adjacent to your own estates Lady Garret I believe. Those lands have never had an easy time of it and often the Lords of these estates must spend more time in fortifying their borders to keep their people safe as opposed to general upkeep and maintenance. This could be the simple explanation for the complaints he has received. He has after all only relatively recently taken over from his father and is most likely still finding his own way of running the estate," Denethor pointed out calmly. Aragorn frowned again. "He does have a point my love. Lady Garrett you must admit that your borders need to be well protected to keep out the dangers from the west." Amelia nodded in affirmation. "There you see Legolas." Aragorn hesitated before continuing. "I have heard that many women whilst progressing through their pregnancy often encounter changes in the way their body works, some chemistry changes I believe it has been called. Perhaps you are not really uneasy with Lord Marlen but you are feeling some changes within yourself..." he trailed off as he noticed the sudden tightness in the elven features before him. He was startled at the speed with which Legolas rose to his feet, and concerned by the sudden flush of colour on the cheeks of his beloved and the fury in his clear blue eyes. However the Elven Prince seemed incapable of speech and without another word spoken he whirled and stormed from the room. The door slammed behind him with incredible force. Aragorn looked helplessly around the room before settling his gaze on the angry one of Celdarion. The elven guard rose gracefully to his feet. "If you will excuse me Your Majesty," he said frostily, turning to leave the room. "Celdarion wait," Aragorn sprang to his feet. "What did I say, why is Legolas so upset?" Celdarion shook his head in disbelief. "You may be the King of men, but I had thought you to have more intelligence than your brethren. You have not only insulted the Crown Prince of Mirkwood, but you have insulted the entire elven nation." Aragorn blanched. "But how?" Celdarion sighed at the honest confusion in the man's face. "My Lord Aragorn, not only is Legolas not a female but he is an elf. To first of all compare him to one of the opposite sex, and one that is not even of his own kind was insult enough. But then to ignore the instincts of an elf, which are sharper than your own you have insulted all our kind. For we live by our instincts and rarely do they fail us." The King of men looked at the elven guard sharply. "You felt uneasy in the presence of Lord Marlen too?" he asked. Celdarion nodded in response. "Then why did you not tell us? Support Legolas?" "I should not have had to my lord. He is your husband, your elven husband. That should have been enough." Aragorn collapsed back into his chair burying his head in his hands. "What have I done?" he said morosely. He looked up suddenly rising once more from his chair. "I must go to him," he said with determination. "I would advise against it my Lord," Celdarion stated quietly. "The Prince will not welcome your presence until he has calmed himself. I think that if he sees you now it might incite him to violence." Aragorn flinched but nodded. "Very well, will you then go to him Celdarion, make sure he does no harm to himself?" Celdarion inclined his head. "I shall." And with that he left the room. Aragorn sat back in his seat saying nothing. The awkward silence had the other three occupants looking for something on which they could cast their gaze. Denethor rose to his feet and awkwardly patted Aragorn's shoulder. "Never mind child, it was not entirely your fault, he did after all resemble many of the women who undergo these changes." Aragorn flinched at the reminder of his insult. Seeing that his attempts at comfort had failed Lord Denethor quickly excused himself and left the room. Boromir then looked to Amelia. "Lady Garrett, I wonder if you might take a short walk with me?" he asked and at the lady's affirmative they too left the room, leaving the King alone to brood. ~~~~~ Celdarion knew instinctively that Legolas would retreat to the trees. Thranduil had informed him once, that after the Royal couple's first fight Legolas had run to the tree that formed his bower, and it was there now that Celdarion went. He searched the boughs of the tree before his keen elven eyesight spotted the Prince sitting high up in the tree. Without effort he jumped up to the first branch and lightly made his way up to join the Prince. "You realise that you will not be able to do this once you are heavy with the child," Celdarion pointed out calmly seating himself next to the Prince. "Go away Celdarion, I wish to be alone," Legolas bit out angrily. "I would heed your wishes my Prince if I thought any good would come of it. But if I leave you here now you will work yourself up into a black humour which may last decades." Legolas snorted suddenly and a small smile broke out. "Celdarion you have never let me remain in a foul mood for more than a sevenight." "That may be so my Prince, but even then I had to beat the black humour out of you. I recall your father asking at dinner why it was you could not sit down," the older elf reminded his young charge. "I recall very well, for when I told him what you had done, instead of having you executed which had been my wish at the time, he decided instead to bestow every honour he could upon you. I believe he said that you were the only person he had ever met that had been able to take me in hand." Legolas smiled softly in reminiscence. "He did not mean to hurt you," Celdarion's soft words broke the happier mood, and Legolas scowled again. "I do not wish to talk of it," he bit out. "You must talk of it at some point. You and he are bonded, and will remain so for all time. You will have to learn to talk to each other at some point," the elven guard pointed out reasonably. "Why? If I say anything he will assume that I am like those mortal women who cannot control their moods. Should I tell him that I feel unwell, will he assume that I have the sickness that the mortal women are prone to? Aragorn was raised by the elves, he should know better than to make any assumptions about our kind." "Yes, but like you he is still young, and still learning the way of the world. And he is half man," Celdarion pointed out as though that might explain everything. "That is no excuse," Legolas stubbornly stated. Celdarion sighed. "Little one, you are still not two millennia in age, if I must I will beat this black humour from you in same manner as before." "You would not dare..." Legolas began, yet hesitated to continue as he saw the very serious intent in the older elf's eyes. Eyes wide he backed up slightly. "Peace Celdarion I shall speak with Aragorn." Legolas sighed in defeat, and Celdarion hid a smile. The old ways always worked best. ~~~~~ Accepting Legolas' promise that he would speak to his husband Celdarion left the young prince with his own thoughts, still in the tree. Legolas sat soaking in the calming aura of the large tree allowing himself to relax and fall into a light dreaming state. He was therefore unaware of the passage of time, and the twilight had now descended upon the city. Anxious and concerned Aragorn decided to go in search of his elven Prince. He knew that he would find the elf in the gardens, but it took him some time to actually locate the prince high up in the tree. He noted with dismay the lofty position of the elf, and with a sigh he jumped up catching hold of the lowest branch before pulling himself up. Grunting with the effort. The noise of Aragorn's exertion and the rustling of the tree stirred the elven prince, and he looked down in surprise to find his husband trying to make his way up the tree towards his position. Moving quickly and quietly whilst Aragorn was concentrating on his grip and hauling himself up Legolas lightly descended until he was crouching over the young man. "Aragorn what are you doing?" he asked. Aragorn started in shock, and his hands slipped free of the branch. Even Legolas' reflexes were not quick enough and Aragorn felt himself falling. He hit the floor hard and the air whooshed out of his lungs. He groaned in pain. Scared that he might just have killed his love Legolas jumped to the ground from the branch he was on. He landed easily and quickly crouched by the fallen man. "Aragorn, speak to me. Are you well? Where does it hurt?" Aragorn's moans only increased the worry of the elven prince. "Aragorn please my love. You must tell me where it hurts, open your eyes for me." "Does this mean you are not angry with me anymore?" Aragorn said his voice laced with pain. "Of course not. Now please tell me where it hurts?" Legolas asked, his hands running lightly over Aragorn's body trying to gauge the damage. Aragorn moaned, the feeling of Legolas' hands on him arousing him despite the pain he was in. He opened his eyes slightly taking in the wide blue gaze meeting his own. He could see the anxiety in the elven gaze, concern for his well being displayed, and Aragorn felt a little comforted by the fact that he had not destroyed the love Legolas had for him. He grasped Legolas' wandering hand. "Where does it hurt? It hurts here," Aragorn gently guided Legolas' hand to his heart, and then with a sense of renewed mischief he guided Legolas' hand down to the growing bulge in his leggings. "And it hurts here," he said. Legolas felt the bulge of Aragorn's desire and ignoring the shiver of delight running down his spine he pulled his hand away. He uttered a small sound of frustrated anger, and stood up again. "I see then, that you are no worse off than you were before," he said frostily. Aragorn winced, sensing that Legolas' did not want to play. He sighed. "I am sorry my love. I am well truly. I came only to apologise for my earlier behaviour. I should not have acted as I did. Can you forgive me?" He directed his honest blue/grey eyes up at the elf. Legolas felt his will soften in response to the sincerity in those eyes, and with a small sigh he nodded. He then held out his hand to assist the man up. Aragorn took his hand and with a groan levered himself into a sitting position before pulling himself off the floor. However he fell again to the floor with a surprised cry of pain when his ankle buckled beneath his weight. "Aragorn what is it?" Legolas cried out, seeing the genuine pain in the King's eyes. "I fear I have damaged my ankle," Aragorn said ruefully. Legolas tutted in disapproval. "It is a shame you did not fall onto your head. That may have knocked some sense into you. What possessed you to climb the tree?" Legolas asked in disbelief. "I have climbed trees before," Aragorn claimed defensively. "Just not for some time," he muttered after. Legolas sighed and a small laugh escaped him. "Husband mine, what am I to do with you?" Aragorn looked up with a suggestive leer. "I have a few ideas," he said. ~~~~~ They finally reached their sitting rooms where Legolas called for the healer to attend to Aragorn's ankle. The healer pronounced it a simple sprain, which required cold compresses and to be kept raised. Legolas promised that he would enforce this rule until the healer declared otherwise and Aragorn glowered in response. He did however allow Legolas to fuss over him, making sure he was comfortably seated and warm enough. The elf then settled at his side, leaning comfortably against the man's chest. Aragorn's hand dropped around Legolas' shoulder. "Legolas, I know you were worried earlier, and may have not been thinking clearly. But I wanted to make sure that you are not still upset about earlier," he said finally breaking the comfortable silence. Legolas sighed. "I must admit that a part of my heart is still disappointed that you did not believe me. I was offended Aragorn, that you would compare me to a woman, but it hurt more that you did not trust me." "Legolas' please believe me. It is not that I do not trust you. I trust you implicitly. I admit that I did not think things through properly. I do not know much of the way of elven pregnancies. What I do know comes from the women of my people. I did not mean to cause offence by comparing you to one. I promise it shall never happen again." "You must see that you do Aragorn or next time you may not fall from the tree. I may throw you from it," the Prince stated harshly. But the impact of his words was softened by the hand that found it's way into Aragorn's squeezing tightly. The evening passed quietly and the excitement of the day faded. That was until Amelia and Boromir called upon them to announce their engagement. Chapter 21 Aragorn and Legolas sat in a comfortable silence in the small private sitting room of their chambers. A fire sat in the hearth to warm the room, more for Aragorn's benefit than Legolas' as elves did not usually feel the cold. Autumn had reached Gondor and the trees were changing from their rich green colours to the varied, beautiful tones of gold and red. The couple sat on a large padded chair with two stuffed arms, Aragorn seated normally with Legolas sprawled across his lap. The Elven Prince rested with his back against one of the arms and his legs thrown across the other. Aragorn hardly felt the weight of his husband and sat with a book in one hand and his other resting lightly on Legolas' stomach. The elf was now in his fifth month of the pregnancy and the bulge in his stomach was far more noticeable although not overly large, and both Legolas and Aragorn gained comfort from the touch of Aragorn's hand across the child's growth. A tiny flutter against his hand caused Aragorn to look up. Legolas' wide blue gaze met his own in astonishment. Another flutter caused a grin to break out on Aragorn's face. "Did you feel that?" he said excitedly. Legolas rolled his eyes laughing. "Yes Aragorn, I felt that." "What does it feel like?" the man asked putting down his book and placing both hands across the elf's stomach. Legolas frowned. "It is hard to describe. I feel the movements our child makes within me, and it gladdens my heart for this is always a sign that things are well with the child. I think though that when the babe kicks it is almost like being gently poked from within. A soft swift pressing against my stomach." There was another movement and Aragorn felt the slight distortion in the skin beneath his hand as the babe kicked once more. He looked up and grinned foolishly at his husband who looked at him with a bemused smile. A knock at the door broke both from their wonderment. "Come in," Aragorn called out in irritation. One of Aragorn's captains entered the room. "Forgive me Your Majesties but I thought that you should be informed. There has been an... incident... at the city's prison. Several guards were murdered and several prisoners have been freed." "Do you have a list of who escaped?" Aragorn asked. "Not yet Sire, we are checking that now and should have the information for you shortly," the guard calmly reported. "Very well, have your troops been mobilised Captain? They could not have gotten far. I want search parties sent out. Use the dogs if you must to track their scent but find them. I want to know how they escaped, and who was behind it all," Aragorn barked out his orders and the captain saluted before leaving the room. "Worry not my love. The prisoners shall be apprehended," Legolas said soothingly running his hand across Aragorn's chest. Aragorn clasped Legolas' hand in his own, brushing his thumb over the soft skin. "It is not the prisoners that worries me. It is the thought that someone would dare to try such a thing within our city." "We cannot act until we have more information. Your people are good Aragorn, they will find out who did this and we will deal with them then. But now come, we have some time before the guards report back, and I feel very much like bathing." The elven prince rose gracefully to his feet and pulled Aragorn after him towards their bathing room. Legolas had asked for the bath to be drawn earlier, and now the water was kept heated by hot coals placed beneath the copper tub. He turned as Aragorn closed the door behind them and stepping up to his husband he met the King's lips with his own. Mouths opening and tongues exploring. At the same time Legolas allowed his nimble fingers to wander to the front of Aragorn's tunic, where he swiftly released the ties before pushing the shirt back of the man's shoulder and down his arms to fall carelessly to the floor. In return Aragorn's slightly less capable digits began to divest the prince of his own tunic, his hands tracing patterns over the warm skin as it was revealed to him. He gasped audibly as Legolas' hands found their way to the front of his leggings and slipped inside before gently cupping his quickly stiffening member. He moaned into the mouth still attached to his own and he quickly pulled the slighter form of his husband tightly against him, his hips pushing forward into those skilful hands. Legolas chuckled slightly as he broke away from the kiss and grinned mischievously at Aragorn, his fingers lightly teasing the man. Aragorn took in the wickedly sparkling blue and the red lips swollen from his kisses. With a growl Aragorn moved forward and quickly worked to free the young prince from his leggings, and with much teasing and laughing from the elf, both were soon naked. Aragorn thought that in that moment he had never seen anything as beautiful as the sight of his naked husband standing before him. His elven member erect and straining forward and his belly gently rounded with the growth of their child. His face took on a tender expression and he stepped forward placing a kiss against the young elf's forehead. He then gathered Legolas into his arms before lifting the Prince into the bath and stepping in to join him. Aragorn sat with his back against one side of the tub and he spread his legs invitingly for Legolas to sit within the cradle of his pelvis. The young elf did allowing his backside to wriggle a little eliciting a groan of desire from Aragorn. Aragorn decided to get his own back and one arm snaked around the Prince's chest holding his arms against his side, and the other hand made it's way down to grasp the hard flesh between the elf's thighs. Legolas moaned and arched his back as the calloused hand gripped him tightly before sliding up and down in teasing strokes. The young prince felt teeth at his ear and desire shot through him as his husband nibbled delicately on the pointed elven tips. The moaning of his lover was not enough for Aragorn, he wanted the elf to writhe in desire and his tongue slipped out the gently caress the sensitive inner ear. It had the desired effect. Legolas went wild. His back arched almost painfully and he panted as though just having finished a race. "Aragorn!" he moaned. Taking pity on his beloved Aragorn removed his arm from around the elf's chest and instead his hand snaked down until his finger was pressing gently at the entrance to the young Prince's body. Legolas squirmed a little and gently, allowing the water from the bath to lubricate his finger he pushed gently. His digit encountered the ring of muscle protecting the elf's body and he paused until he felt Legolas relax himself, then he gently pushed further forward. Legolas sighed in pleasure as he felt Aragorn's finger inside his body, and the sigh turned into a small scream as Aragorn instantly encountered the elf's sweet spot. The young King chuckled in delight as his elven husband pushed back onto his finger demanding more of the sensation Aragorn was evoking within the elf's body. The Prince mewled in displeasure as Aragorn removed his finger, however Aragorn swiftly re-entered the elf's body this time with two fingers aimed at the sweet spot whilst simultaneously his other hand squeezed Legolas' hard member. Both hands engaged Aragorn allowed his mouth to wander over Legolas' shoulder and neck pushing the silken curtain of hair aside with his head. Legolas was lost in sensation. The feeling of pleasure coming from so many places at once, and the young Prince knew that he could not take much more. "Aragorn, now!" he demanded. "Fill me please!" Aragorn placed a gentle kiss in the hollow of Legolas' neck and removed his fingers from the elf's body. He shifted a little and allowed the head of his own aching length to press against the entrance to the young Prince. Legolas arms gripped the sides of the tub as he pushed back against Aragorn, and obeying the unsaid demand Aragorn thrust forward into the welcoming heat of his beloved. Legolas groaned at the slight burning sensation caused by Aragorn's thick length stretching him, but the sensation was not unbearable. Aragorn waited a moment to allow his lover to adjust, and as he saw Legolas' grip on the side of the tub relax he began to gently thrust forward. Aiming time and again for the nub of flesh within the Prince that gave him so much pleasure. His other hand also kept up a steady rhythm, pulling and stroking, squeezing and caressing, and before long Legolas was once again mindless with pleasure. The slow pace could not last forever though and as his own desire mounted Aragorn's thrusts became shorter and harder, his own body demanding that he reach a climax. With one final tug of the elven member Legolas exploded screaming his husband's name, and as the flesh around his own aching length contracted Aragorn felt himself come. His seed shooting deep within his lover's body. Panting with the exertion Aragorn relaxed back against the side of the tub, Legolas' body nestled against his own. He placed both hands on the swollen stomach of his husband where they joined Legolas'. Fluttering movements beneath his hand made him laugh. "It seems our babe approves," he said. ~~~~~ When they finally emerged fully clothed again the young captain was awaiting them. He entered upon their summons to the sitting room and reported the findings of his people. "Your Majesty, we have been unable to locate the missing prisoners," he began without dissembling. Aragorn frowned. "Why not?" he asked. "Sire we tracked their prints to the edge of the forest and their they seem to vanish. Although we did locate the prints of several unknown creatures. Large creatures." "Do you think they were eaten?" the King enquired. The young captain stared directly at his King. "It is a possibility sire. The tracks belonged to creatures none of us have encountered before. Even the most experienced of our trackers. It could be that these beasts migrated here and they eat any flesh they come across. The number of prisoners missing was not large." "Do you have the list of prisoners?" Legolas asked the young man. Nodding the captain handed over a scroll with a short list of names on it. Legolas quickly glanced down at the names to see if any were familiar to him. "Aragorn, I recognise this name. It is the prisoner who attempted to appeal his conviction at our first open court. He had played us falsely and was quite vocal when he was escorted back to the prisons. Ifan Crislen." Legolas frowned as he recalled the nasty man who had been carried out calling out threats upon the Royal couple. "Sire, it may be nothing, but one of the clerks from the prison, when I asked him to give me the list of names. He noted that they had all at one time been in the employ of Lord Marlen," the captain offered, unsure as to whether he was overstepping his bounds. Aragorn shared a look of concern with Legolas, before turning back to the captain. "Thank you captain. Please keep us informed of any new developments, and keep looking for some clue as to what has definitely happened to these men." The young captain saluted and left quickly. "The plot thickens," Aragorn commented softly. "I think perhaps I should speak again to my investigators and inform them of this new development. "What of the strange tracks?" Legolas enquired. Aragorn frowned. "I think we should send some of our trackers out into the forest to see if any more of these same tracks appear. Perhaps we can find some nest, or some clue at what these creatures are and what they are doing here. Other than that we can do nothing until we have more information." ~~~~~ Aragorn assisted his heavily pregnant spouse up into the carriage where Lady Garrett already sat. "I still do not think that this is the best time for you to be journeying away from Minas Tirith," Aragorn said mulishly. Legolas laughed softly. "Worry not my love, Amelia's estates are but five days journey from here, and I am only in my tenth month. Elven pregnancies last for twelve. This is just a short trip so that Amelia can put everything into order for her wedding, I am merely her companion. Besides with the armed escort you have provided, no one will dare to approach us." Aragorn sighed. "I wish that I could come with you," he said. "As do I, but you know as well as I that one of us must be here at present. I doubt very much that King Theoden will be much impressed if he arrives here and finds both of us gone. You must stay and greet him. I shall be back within three weeks." "It is times like this when I wish we had run away together before the coronation. We could have lived simply somewhere in the forests raising our children," the man said a far away expression in his eyes as he envisioned this simpler life. Legolas' musical laughter echoed around the courtyard and he leaned down to press his lips against Aragorn's. "Now Aragorn stand back so that we may be off. The sooner I depart the sooner I can return." Aragorn kissed Legolas one final time before stepping back. "Celdarion," the King called out the Elven bodyguard. "Guard him well!" The old elf inclined his head in response and then spurred his horse forward to lead the party from the palace. "Your husband is very protective of you," Amelia commented lightly. Legolas snorted. "Ha, I have seen the way Boromir is with you. You forget I am an elf Amelia, I heard him admonishing you not to do anything foolish and to hurry back to his side." Amelia blushed. "It is a nice feeling to be so cherished, I have not felt so in a very long time." Legolas patted her hand gently in sympathy and they both settled back against the padded seats for the long journey to Amelia's home. ~~~~~ The journey passed relatively quietly. They stopped frequently at hostelries along the way for the occupants of the carriage at times found the journey uncomfortable. The carriage although made for comfort did not allow them to stretch their legs, and padded though the seats were, eventually it felt to the occupants as though they were sitting on hard wood. Legolas particularly found it difficult to make himself comfortable for long periods of time because of his increased girth. The babe within him seemed to have become more active and frequently seemed to be trying to kick its way out of the prince's body. Amelia saw Legolas' hand soothingly rubbing his swollen belly to calm the child inside and smiled. She hoped that she too would experience this soon with Boromir's child within her. "We are but a day from my home now Legolas. Just shortly up ahead the road splits three ways. We will be taking the central road for the other two lead to the estates of Lord Gafen and Lord Marlen." Legolas nodded smiling. He had worked in these past months to try and forget his imprisonment and near ravishment by Lord Gafen. "I look forward to seeing your home, and walking amongst the trees there. I am sure that their presence will be as soothing as your own is." Amelia smiled shyly. "I am glad that you came upon this journey with me Legolas. You are a very good friend to me and perhaps the closest thing I have to a brother in this world." "And you are very much like a sister to me Amelia. My babe will know you as its aunt," the elven prince stated. Suddenly their carriage came to a stop. Legolas moved closer to the window so that he could see what was happening. Celdarion swiftly approached the opening. "What is it?" Legolas asked, alarmed by the expression on the older elf's face. "The forest. It speaks of a warning. Danger. I have scouted a little ways ahead and have seen nothing, but I would not ignore the warning provided to us," Celdarion said grimly. Legolas nodded in understanding. "What then should we do? Do you wish us to turn back? Or press swiftly on?" The elven bodyguard frowned. "That is the quandary I find myself in. The warning is not specific. It does not tell me whether the threat lies ahead or behind, or if even now it surrounds us. Whatever I do I fear I will be taking a risk, yet I dare not pause here for too long." Legolas looked at the large contingent of guards surrounding the carriage. "We are well armed, surely what lies in wait could be nothing more than a party of thieves. We should be able to defend ourselves against such an attack." "One would assume so, yet something about this is not right, I feel it. My Prince I fear for your safety." A sudden piercing howl ripped through the air, and Celdarion's eyes widened in surprise. He had not sensed the presence of an enemy so close. The single howl was soon joined by many and out of the forest sprang a large pack of wargs. They immediately threw themselves at the mounted soldiers surrounding the Prince's carriage. Celdarion whistled shrilly to his horse and then leapt up onto the roof of the carriage to use his bow more effectively. Legolas was forced to remain within the carriage longing for his own weapons, which had been left back in Gondor. Even should he have had them with him he knew that he would not have been able to use them in his current condition. The comforting sound of Celdarion's bow rang out as he took down the wargs that approached, and the soldiers fought fiercely, some losing their lives to the vicious demonic creatures. Then out of the forest was a new sound. A whistling alerted those in battle that arrows had been released, and as the wargs took up the immediate attention the arrows began to take out the soldiers who were unable to defend themselves on two fronts. Legolas and Amelia watched in horror as their highly trained elite guard was decimated. Legolas cried out anew as a body fell from the roof of the carriage. "Celdarion, no!" the elven Prince cried out as his friend lay unmoving on the ground beside the carriage two arrows protruding from his chest. "Legolas we must escape," Amelia exclaimed desperately. "There is no escape!" said a dark figure who appeared suddenly at the carriage door. Legolas looked up in terrified recognition. Chapter 22 Legolas flinched backwards away from the open window of the carriage. Amelia confused at the display of fear from the Prince studied this newcomer. He was a tall man, long dark hair falling to his shoulders in little waves, with a generally appealing countenance, however his eyes were cold and the smile which displayed his even white teeth could only be described as menacing. Amelia's heart clenched in sudden fear as another voice joined the group. "I'd say this was a job most proficiently carried out Verius," Lord Marlen said. He looked down at the fallen body of Celdarion before viciously kicking the elf's ribs. Verius inclined his head gracefully before opening the carriage door. Both occupants shrank back away from the combined presence of their nemeses. "Come, step out of the carriage," Verius said. Getting no reaction he turned to Legolas. "Would you rather I forced you out?" he asked, reminding the Prince of the sorcerer's previous use of his magic. The young Prince resignedly moved forward to climb out of the carriage his progressing pregnancy making it difficult to descend unaided, however he still flinched and pulled away when Verius attempted to assist him. The sorcerer laughed at the elf who finally made it down to the ground. Amelia swiftly followed and clutched Legolas' arm. "What a fine catch this is," Marlen drawled looking at the captive pair before him. "Had you been anyone else Verius I would have double- crossed you and kept them both to myself. I have long desired Lady Garrett but the Prince is a most stunning creature." Legolas did not conceal his disgust from the man. Verius laughed and before Legolas could do anything the sorcerer had placed his hand on the elf's swollen stomach. "He is indeed, even in his current state." Legolas stepped back. "Do not touch me again foul creature," he hissed out in protective anger. Verius' amusement was apparent. "You think you could stop me little prince. In your current condition you could not even run to the tree line. I advise you to not to anger me." Legolas said nothing, his mind working instead on ways in which to free both himself and Amelia from their captors. He noticed the wargs now sat together casting hungry eyes around them but no longer attacking, and from the forest emerged more men wearing Lord Marlen's livery. One man caught his attention and looking closely the Prince realised he had seen this man before. Ifan Crislen, the man who appealed his sentence but had been caught lying. Was Lord Marlen or Verius then responsible for aiding the prisoner's escape, or perhaps both. Legolas turned his attention back to the immediate area and his gaze came to rest upon the body of Celdarion. The older elf was so still and Legolas could see no movement from his chest to indicate that his guardian was even breathing. He saw movement from the corner of his eye and turning his attention back to his captors he saw Marlen motion to two of his own men who had closed in on them to stand at either side of the prisoners whilst he and Verius moved away slightly to talk in lowered voices. Legolas knew that he might have no other chance, and focusing he delved within himself for the source of the magic that was his birthright. It stirred within him, growing in power that fed off the Prince's fear and anger, and with a final mental heave Legolas pushed it outwards. Almost instantly the trees began to rustle swaying violently although there was little breeze, and throughout the forest surrounding them the sounds of angry creatures echoed from the violent chatter of birds that suddenly took the to skies to the howling of distant wolves. Verius whirled suddenly his eyes focussed on the elven Prince. Stalking over he stood glowering over Legolas. "What did you do?" he demanded. Legolas said nothing, merely gazing calmly back at the sorcerer, Amelia watching in confusion. When no response was forthcoming Verius violently backhanded the young elf sending him staggering backwards. Legolas would have fallen had it not been for the quick support offered by Amelia. Marlen looked around in confusion wondering what Verius had sensed. The sorcerer looked grimly at his accomplice. "We should leave here now," he said as the forest showed no signs of calming. Marlen nodded without questioning and called out orders to his men to prepare for their departure. "What do you wish to do about our prisoners?" he asked the sorcerer. "I think it best if they were unaware of the rest of our journey," Verius said thoughtfully and balls of dark magic flew from his fingers to engulf the captives. Both woman and elf were instantly thrown into unconsciousness and as they collapsed towards the ground, the guards to either side caught them. The sorcerer indicated that they should be placed back into the carriage. Marlen instructed one of his men to take up the reigns and drive the coach back to his estate and the group disbanded leaving broken bodies scattered across the blood soaked earth. As the road cleared there was a movement amongst the bodies. A weak whistle sounded and hoofs were heard. A lone horse approached a body on the ground, gently lowering its nose until it was nudging its rider. Celdarion lifted a hand to gently stroke his horse, and then painfully he raised himself from the ground. He managed to achieve a seated position, panting from the effort, and he looked down at the arrows protruding from his chest. Steeling his resolve he snapped the shaft of one arrow barely holding back a whimper of pain. It took many precious moments for him to recover sufficiently enough to snap the second shaft, this time unable to stop the cry that left his mouth. Darkness closed in on him, and against his will he felt himself falling back into unconsciousness. ~~~ Legolas felt consciousness return slowly, at first just a slight drawing towards the light. His other senses seemed to become more aware and before he had opened his eyes he had realised he was lying down on something soft. He let his eyes slit open a fraction letting a small amount of light in and allowing his eyes to get used to the sudden brightness. Then he allowed them to open fully. His gaze flicked around whilst he remained still and motionless, and from what he could see of the ornately decorated ceiling seemed to indicate that he was in a room somewhere. He had apparently been laid on a bed, but he was not alone for his elven hearing detected someone else's breathing. He turned his head slowly and saw that Amelia was sharing the bed with him. She was still unconscious. Carefully Legolas rolled onto his side to face her and reaching out a hand he shook her gently in an attempt to rouse her. "Amelia, wake up. Amelia," he shook her again. A soft moan escaped Lady Garrett and her face scrunched up into a frown. One eye opened warily before settling on Legolas, then the other eye opened. "Legolas?" Amelia lifted her head and looked around in confusion. "What's going on, where are we?" "Do you remember what happened Amelia?" Legolas asked in concern. "We were going to my home to make preparations for the wedding," she frowned as the memories returned to her. "We stopped, Celdarion said he was worried, and then there were... oh no Legolas, Lord Marlen. We've been taken haven't we?" Lady Garret shot up on the bed looking around wildly to see where her captor was. Legolas nodded slowly. "I am afraid so. There was nothing I could do to effect our escape. Amelia please you must listen to me. You must remain calm, we will find a way to free ourselves, and Lord Marlen and Verius both will pay for their crimes," the elf said with a hard glitter in his eyes and this seemed to calm Amelia a little. Legolas winced then as the babe within him chose that moment to kick ferociously. "Are you alright?" Amelia asked her friend. Legolas nodded rubbing his hand soothingly over the place where his child was most active. "Tis just the babe feeling playful. Amelia you must help me to sit. I cannot rise unaided." Amelia nodded quickly and between them they moved Legolas to the side of the bed and then Amelia supported and pulled him where necessary to allow him to sit on the edge of the bed. Once seated Legolas had a better view of the room, but he frowned in dismay as he saw that there was nothing. There were no windows and there was no door. A few simple pieces of furniture lay in the room. A bookcase to one side, a small table in the corner. A fireplace that had been blocked and two chairs placed before the fireplace. Amelia also noticed the lack of exits and emitted a small cry of distress. Legolas patted her hand gently. "Fear not my friend, we will be well," he said reassuringly. The Elven Prince looked around with determination. "There must be a way out, how else could we have gotten in," he said with confidence. He pushed himself up off the bed and strode to the wall, and then with both hands feeling along the walls he walked around the room. As he reached the bookcase he looked at it carefully. There were only a few books on the shelves, dusty and aged in appearance. However there was one book that looked a lot less dusty than the rest. Curious Legolas pulled the book from the shelf, but the book refused to do more than come out a few inches, and when Legolas let go it seemed to pull itself back into place. Now both Amelia and Legolas looked at the book in surprise. A sudden grinding noise startled them, and to their amazement the bookcase began to move. It opened at one side, and as Legolas pulled it further open they were astonished to see a doorway hidden behind it. Excitedly the elven prince stepped forward, and realised his mistake immediately. A barrier much like the one that he had encountered before was in place, and the young elf felt himself being sucked into the magic before it forcefully spewed him back out. Legolas cried out in sudden pain as he landed badly. A spasm tore through his stomach and his hands protectively clenched at the swollen mound as the baby stirred fretfully. Amelia ran to his side. "Legolas are you well?" she asked anxiously, seeing the expression of pain on the young Prince. Legolas grimaced, but he felt the spasm fade so he nodded shakily. "I am well. T'was a surprise, but I should have expected such from Verius," he muttered darkly. "You know the sorcerer?" Amelia asked as she assisted Legolas up from the floor and back to the bed. "Indeed, I almost knew him too well," Legolas stated, and Amelia frowned in confusion. Legolas sighed. "Verius was the one who captured me on behalf of Lord Gafen. It was their plan to bind me to the old Lord and beget his spawn upon me, although Verius too desired more than my conversation," the Prince explained bitterly, and Amelia's eyes widened in shock. "But Lord Gafen is not here this time," Verius' voice announced suddenly and two pairs of startled eyes flew to the secret doorway where the sorcerer stood grinning widely. Legolas unconsciously drew back in fear. Verius laughed and stepped through the magical barrier into the room. "Do not worry little prince, it is not my intention to take you just yet. Ignoring the elf's flinch the sorcerer continued. "I must admit it was something of a stroke of luck to get you both at the same time. I had not thought it would be so easy. But now here you are and things can begin to move forward. Much as they should have ten months ago." "What does this have to do with Lady Garrett," Legolas asked quietly. "Ordinarily nothing at all. However she is both a means to an end, and a satisfying pawn in my game of revenge. She secures Lords Marlen's loyalties to me, and also punishes the man who killed the last of my line. And of course you my dear prince, play an integral part in my new plan. Together you and I will create a dynasty. An army of children ready to do our bidding, slowly at first, married strategically into all of the great houses until this whole land is simply ours for the taking." Legolas looked at the man in disbelief. "You are beyond reason if you think I will willingly play a part in this madness." Verius laughed. "I have always enjoyed your spirit, seeing it tamed in my bed is something I very much look forward to. I anticipate that it may take a while for you to appreciate your place, but do not doubt little Prince, you will learn." Verius paused before continuing. "Let me put it another way. Behave and your unborn child may yet live." The blood drained from Legolas' face, and his arms curled protectively around his belly. Verius continued. "Now come along children. We are all to sup together this evening. A sign of things to come, a celebration of our new family." Verius rose and walked to the door. From outside entered four guards, two each taking hold of the captives and escorting them behind the sorcerer. Legolas said nothing simply being led along quietly, and Amelia shot anxious looks at her elven friend. They were escorted down a long series of stairs, and before they reached the bottom, much to his disgust Legolas was forced to rely on the support of the two guards as they helped him along. As an elf he was naturally an active creature, but in the tenth month of his pregnancy long periods of exercise were impossible, and he tired more easily. Finally they came out into a corridor that had many doors leading off it. Legolas forced himself to take note of everything just in case they should get a chance to escape, but then their walk was halted as they stood in front of a large pair of doors. The doors were pushed open and they were led into a large dining room, however the room already seemed quite full. Lord Marlen sat at the head of the table already drinking from a goblet, and seated along the table were women, all of whom seemed to be in various stages of pregnancy. Each of the women looked pale and tired, but underlying it seemed to be a deep fear, which worsened as each of them spotted the sorcerer. Many of them tried to make themselves seem as small as possible. Verius smiled as he saw them all. "Prince Legolas, Lady Garrett allow me to introduce you to my harem." The sorcerer walked over to the closest woman, ignoring her whimper and flinching as he placed he hands on her shoulders caressing them. Legolas looked around him in horror and realised what had happened. It was unthinkable. Knowing that his immortality depended on the use of blood magic, and having the last of his bloodline murdered, Verius must have kidnapped each of these women and impregnated them all to continue his magical supply. Verius continued to caress the shoulders of the woman he held, looking down at her. "Laila, you are looking particularly stunning, I shall see you tonight." Ignoring the sobbing that erupted from the girl Verius took his place at the table and gestured for the guards to escort the two new captives to their own places. ~~~ The meal could not have passed more slowly. Amelia had been seated beside Lord Marlen whilst Legolas was placed at Verius' side. Legolas looked around in horror at the other women whose demeanour screamed defeat. They ate almost as though they were automatons, and avoided looking up for fear of attracting attention. The young elf was sickened by the heinousness of the crimes committed by Marlen and Verius. He himself refused to touch the food before him, thinking that to sit and eat as though he were just as guest would be a sign of capitulation on his part, and following his lead Amelia also sat there in stony silence. Verius looked up mildly amused at this display of bravado. "You must eat," he said gesturing loosely with a bread roll in one hand. "If not for your sake, then what about your child. Does it not feed off your own strength? Would you willingly cause harm to the unborn one?" Verius said with a calculating gleam. Legolas glared stonily at the sorcerer. "I am an elf, we are far stronger than the race of men and my strength will sustain my child until we are freed and you are destroyed." Verius' laughter echoed around the room drawing everyone's attention. "But little one, your strength will soon be spent as your body provides me with much pleasure. What then the future for your child? Little Prince I promise you now, cooperate and I will allow your child to be born unharmed and delivered alive and well to your King." Legolas bit his lip hesitantly, could he allow his defiance to bring harm upon his child? He needed to bide his time until rescue arrived, or until he could effect an escape. Looking squarely back at the sorcerer he nodded slightly, and pushed back the rage that he felt at seeing Verius' smug expression. Instead he looked back at his plate and picked up a small vegetable, which he forced himself to bite into. ~~~ After the meal both Amelia and Legolas were escorted to a small audience room where they were seated on cushioned chairs near their captors. After they were all settled and drinks had been distributed by Marlen's servants the door opened once more and Legolas was surprised to see Lord Fenner enter the room. "Lord Fenner. I regret that you were unable to join us for dinner, you have already met Prince Legolas and Lady Garrett? Good. Perhaps you might entertain us all with your music," Lord Marlen requested of the other man. Fenner smiled and nodded his head in a semblance of humble acquiescence. But Legolas thought that he saw Fenner quickly glancing about the room, his simple expression replaced for but a moment with a sharp keen glance. Then Fenner took his place in the centre of the room and with a flourish launched straight into a light hearted rendition of a folk tale, and Legolas dismissed the thought from his mind thinking that he must have been mistaken. Legolas felt his mind detach from the present as Fenner's nasally voice continued to expound on the virtues of nubile young women, instead he found himself remembering Celdarion. The ancient elf had always been there. Legolas could not recall a time when he had been apart from the guardian, in fact the old elf had spent more time with the young Prince than Legolas' own father had, and he was in every way that mattered the second parent he had lacked since his early years. To imagine a world without Celdarion's dry wit and constant companionship was painful, and the young Prince almost welcomed the familiar bars of Fenner's next musical piece. Lord Fenner seemed to have decided that since the Prince was before him it would be insulting if he did not play the song that he had written especially for the golden beauty, a song that had been performed in front of Gondor's nobility at the Prince's own request. Legolas winced as he heard the new verse that had been added to the end of the song, this verse now extolling the vision of beauty that his swollen stomach presented, and had Legolas been with Aragorn he might have laughed with his husband at the ridiculousness of this foppish lord, but this now simply reminded him that he was a captive, and despair settled over the young Prince like a dark cloud. Amelia did not lend more than a small amount of her attention to Lord Fenner and his compositions. Instead her attention seemed split between warily watching their captors and Legolas who seemed to be sinking fast into a depression. She feared greatly for him, and had been told in her long conversations with Celdarion that it was possible for an elf to die from grief. She reached out and took one of the Prince's limp hands within her own, and was gratified to see him come back to himself and smile at her, tightening his grip reassuringly. The musical entertainment seemed to last for some time, with both Verius and Marlen seeming to enjoy it, however eventually Fenner announced that he must take a break. He sat down with an exaggerated sigh and called for more wine to be brought to him, that he might slake his thirst. "Lord Fenner, it is always such a treat when you visit my estate, your musical works seem only to be improving," Lord Marlen said with a gleam in his eye. Seeming to miss the amusement displayed by the other Lord Fenner smiled happily. "Indeed, Lord Marlen you are without doubt one of my greatest fans and it always brings me such pleasure to come here and play for you. Tis such a pity that our estates are a great distance apart for I would surely enjoy allowing you to hear my works in progress and get your opinion on them." "Aye t'is indeed a great pity," Marlen said tongue firmly in cheek. "Nevertheless, will we be enjoying your company for some time?" Fenner looked regretful, "I am afraid not old friend. I have promised Lord and Lady Randor that I would come and perform at the naming ceremony for their first child. I must away upon the morn." "That is indeed a shame," Verius said dryly, but again the musical man seemed to miss the intonation. "It is also a shame that our guests will be unable to stay for the remainder of your performance Lord Fenner. I believe they have been travelling for some time and fatigue must weigh heavily on them. Especially on our Prince whose condition is somewhat delicate." Verius cast a concerned look at the young elf. Legolas found himself caught under the sorcerer's powers once more and felt his head move as it was forced to incline in a semblance of accord with Verius' words. Fenner nodded understandingly, and did not seem concerned as Amelia and Legolas were guided from the room. The captive duo were taken back to the room they had awoken in with Verius watching them closely. As the elf and lady were left in their prison Verius stood at the doorway and raised his hand as he replaced the magical barrier that prevented their escape. With one last gloating smile Verius left. Legolas who until that point had maintained a rigid posture suddenly bent clasping his stomach. Alarmed Amelia quickly helped him over to the bed. "Legolas what is it?" she asked. The elf prince panted a little as the spasm that seemed to grip his swollen belly passed. "I do not know. Perhaps just a reaction to the situation. It has gone now," he said trying to reassure both himself and his young friend, however his voice wavered slightly and his kept a firm grip on the mound of his stomach. "Amelia, we should rest. We must remain ready to take advantage of any situation that arises." Lady Garrett nodded in agreement and she helped Legolas back into a reclining position. She lay beside him and watched his expression slip into a more peaceful one and his eyes glaze slightly. Her own eyelids drooped and she felt sleep come upon her. Legolas turned his head slightly as he finally sensed Amelia fall asleep and seeing that was alright he allowed himself to pass into the elven dreamscape. ~~~ In Gondor the assistant Stableman Felton was called to paddock where Elven horses were kept. He saw a large crowd of men gathered near the paddock fencing and heard a loud pounding sound. He hurried forward to see what was occurring pushing his way through the crowd. His breath left him when he saw the cause of the pounding. The Prince's steed was on his hind legs bringing his forelegs crashing down onto the fence in an effort to break the wooden barrier. Remembering the last time he had attempted to approach the horse Felton was afraid, yet he knew he had to find someway of calming the Prince's steed. Yelling at the crowd to disperse he waited until the men had moved away before he slowly walked forward hand outstretched towards the enraged horse. "Now see here Alagos, you must calm yourself. Do you wish to hurt yourself or any of the men here? What then would your beloved Prince think hmm? Now you need to stop trying to break through this barrier." Felton spoke firmly his voice not betraying his tension, and he still slowly approached the horse. He continued to lightly berate the horse for it's behaviour and heaved a huge sigh of relief as Alagos stopped attempting to break the fencing. The horse instead looked at him directly breathing heavily and pacing in an agitated state. Finally Felton reached the fencing himself and was relieved to find himself still in one piece. Maintaining eye contact with the elven horse he stretched his hand out palm upwards. His heart missed a beat at the horse took a step towards him, and felt a nervous sweat break out across his upper lip as Alagos bared his teeth and lowered his head down to the stable master's hand. But at the last moment the teeth were covered again and Alagos instead inhaled the man's scent. Felton felt some of the tension leave his body. "Now, I can see something has upset you," Alagos snorted in what seemed to be an affirmative. "I know that elvish horses are closely tied to their masters. I'm afraid I cannot understand what has upset you so, but I promise I will speak to the King who is your rider's husband. But you must promise not to attempt to break the fencing again, it would upset the Prince greatly should something happen to you." Felton said softly, and he sensed that this horse was different and that in some way it understood everything the man had said. Alagos snorted again and his head dipped in a nod. Satisfied that the horse was now somewhat calmer Felton called for a messenger to see the King. ~~~ In his private chambers King Thranduil of Mirkwood sat by his window looking out into the peaceful forest dwellings of his people. He looked up at the bright moon and wondered if Legolas were sleeping now or looking out across the kingdom of men towards Mirkwood. A sudden rustling of trees caught his attention, for the breeze was slight in the heart of the forest. Then the whispering reached his ears. "Trasyn," he called out suddenly. A few moments later a young elf appeared at his doorway. "Yes Sire?" "Prepare the horses, we ride for Gondor with all speed," the king barked out, standing and striding towards his dressing chamber. "My Lord?" Trasyn asked confusion lacing his words. "Listen Trasyn," the old king said suddenly pushing the young elf towards the window. Trasyn allowed himself to be guided and then stood quietly listening. The furious whispering of the trees caught his attention and as he absorbed their imparted message he turned in sudden shock. Meeting the anguished eyes of the king he came back to himself. "I will see that everything is arranged my Lord. We will be ready to depart within two candle marks." Thranduil nodded satisfied that his aide would take care of everything, and turning back to the window he let out a heartfelt cry that echoed throughout the trees. ~~~ In the golden woods Galadriel raised a crystal goblet to the sky in a nightly ritual asking the Valar for their continued guidance when a sudden cacophony of sounds reached her. Both the trees and the creatures of the wood screamed out their distress and the goblet slipped from the Golden Lady's suddenly numb fingers smashing heedlessly to the floor and shattering instantly. Uncaring of the shards Galadriel turned instantly and made her way to her husband's side. ~~~ In Rivendell Elrond had long since passed into the dreamscape, still seated in his study with a book on his lap. He was not aware at first of the disruption to the peace of his realm, but as the message swept through the valley his consciousness was stirred. So closely connected was the lord to his kingdom that as the whispering reached a crescendo his gaze cleared and he sat up straight with sudden alarm. He was momentarily startled as the door flew open and both his children and his oldest friend Glorfindel stood there. Words were not exchanged but with a look Elrond directed his old friend to make the preparations to depart. "We ride within the hour," he announced. ~~~ The old wizard had just left the last pass of the Misty Mountains behind him and was making his way towards Rivendell when a large shadow passed over him. Uncharacteristically startled the old man looked up in alarm. The shadow passed over him again this time swooping low as the creature made to land before the wizard. His gaze met that of the lord before him, and was startled to see alarm in those wise eyes. "We must depart Gandalf, we are needed." The old man nodded without hesitation and strode forward before jumping up lightly onto the back of the giant bird. "Then let us away Gwaihir," he said and held tightly as the powerful eagle sprang up into the air. Chapter 23 Legolas lay submerged in the elven dream world his thoughts resting with his family both old and new. Distantly he was aware of something touching his face, and attempting to push away whatever was there his hand rose batting at the space by his face. When the hand made contact with skin the young Prince froze. He immediately emerged from the dreamscape, awareness flooding him and his gaze clearing as it fixed upon the intruder. His eyes met the amused ones of the sorcerer and he flinched and attempted to move away from the man. Verius smiled in amusement and sat on the bed in the space created by the elf's movement. He cast a quick glance at the woman still sleeping beside the prince before returning his gaze to study the wary and silent elf that lay before him. "You are perhaps the singularly most stunning creature I have ever come across in my life, and I would hazard a guess little Prince that I am even older than you." "What do you want?" Legolas asked warily. Verius laughed, "Do you really have to ask, or perhaps you want me to show you?" The sorcerer reached out a hand and ignoring the elf's flinch gently caressed the silken skin of the Prince's cheek. "I know I would certainly enjoy showing you exactly what I wanted." "But I would not," Legolas bit out. Verius ignored that statement and instead looked down to the swollen evidence of the Prince's condition. "I think I will very much enjoy seeing you like this again with my own child growing within your belly." "That will never happen," the Prince stated glaring at his nemesis. "I will be freed and you will return to the fiery pit of Mordor from whence you came." Verius looked quizzically at the elf. "I do not understand why you wish to paint such a dark picture of me. I am still a man born to noble parents, I simply had more... ambition than any of my brethren. But still I am just a man, I love, I hurt, I have a heart." "Your heart, if you do indeed have one is blacker than a starless night. There is only one I can name whose heart was darker than your own and he was destroyed centuries ago." The sorcerer's expression darkened. "You do not think before you speak little Prince. I have warned you before that you would be unwise to rouse my anger. I have promised the well being of your child upon your cooperation, but that is not the only thing I can use against you." The sorcerer again looked at Amelia. "She sleeps now because I wish it to be so. But if I am forced to wake her little Prince she may regret it. I am quite certain that Lord Marlen will not object if I decide to play with his little toy first." Legolas blanched, casting a fearful look at Amelia who showed signs of stirring. Remembering clearly Daela's fate at the hands of this monster Legolas knew he had no choice. "Stop," he cried out, his heart clenching in fear at the choice he had just made. "I will cooperate. Leave her alone." Verius nodded. "Very well, but remember this next time your thoughts turn towards defiance," he said. He then leaned forward and pressed his lips against the elf's. Legolas' instincts screamed at him to pull away but for Amelia's sake and for the sake of his unborn child Legolas did nothing. The sorcerer's mouth ground against his own with bruising force, and a hand at his chin pressured his mouth open. Legolas felt the sorcerers tongue enter his own sweeping around his mouth, and the young prince could not stop the reflexive gagging. Verius pulled away and looked down upon the bruised and swollen lips in satisfaction. Patting the elf's head lightly he stood up and left. Legolas waited until the man had left before wiping his sleeve across his mouth and spitting as much out of his mouth as possible in an attempt to rid himself of the man's taste. His efforts finally roused Amelia, who looked at him with sleepy curious eyes. "Legolas what are you doing?" she asked quietly. Not wanting to add his problems to her own burden Legolas forced a smile. "Nothing my friend, I think I may have swallowed a fly accidentally." Amelia smiled in return and moved closer to the Prince hugging him tightly. ~~~ Shortly after the sorcerer's departure and Amelia's awakening the hidden door was opened once more. The captives looked in surprise as four small child like creatures entered the room laden with bundles of cloth and buckets of steaming water. Two of the little people approached the bed with the clothing. "My Lord we have brought fresh clothing to you upon the instruction of Lord Verius," one of them said keeping his head bowed as he spoke. Legolas looked down at the curly head in interest, "What is your name child?" he asked gently. The little face lifted in surprise and Legolas saw that although the stature was that of a child, the face was much older. "I am no child my lord. I am a hobbit, and have seen forty summers. My name is Frodo." "Forgive me little one, " Legolas said smiling. "I have seen many summers and to me you are still but a child, but I have never seen your kind before. Tell me from where do you hail?" A sad look passed over the halfling's face. "We are all from the Shire. It is to the west of Rivendell," he explained at the Elven Prince's blank look. "You are very far from your homes," Amelia commented. "How did you come to be in the service of the sorcerer?" Frodo bit his lip and looked down again. "We were taken when we ventured too far from our homes. My friend Sam," Frodo indicated the slightly older looking hobbit beside him, "And my cousins, Merry and Pippin over there. We had decided to journey to the village of Bree, which lies outside the Shire, but slavers took us after our first night. That was some ten summers ago I think, it is hard to remember." "That is sad news indeed little one. We shall have to see what can be done about reuniting you with your families once we have escaped this place," the Prince said firmly. Frodo smiled, but it was not filled with hope. "Forgive me my lord. Your sentiments are noble but I fear there is no escape from the sorcerer. We have little freedom, and even less opportunity to escape." "Well I will not accept that Frodo, I have escaped his clutches once before. And I know that rescue will soon come for us if we have not already freed ourselves, we have but to be patient and seize any opportunity which presents itself," Legolas said, and found his own spirits lifting with renewed hope. Frodo smiled with a little more enthusiasm and nodded in acceptance of the Prince's words. "That may be all and good Mr Frodo, but if we don't get these two downstairs for the morning breakfast then we may find ourselves in more immediate trouble," the hobbit named Sam spoke for the first time. Legolas bowed his head in acquiescence. "Very well, we shall prepare ourselves we should not wish to place you in danger little ones." "We were instructed to bring these clothes for you," Frodo said handing his bundle to the elven Prince. Legolas took the cloth and spread it out noticing with distaste that it was a long robe similar to those worn by females when in the later stages of their pregnancy. Made of a light silver and heavy with embroidered designs, when placed on it would fall to his ankles covering most of his leather boots. Amelia on the other hand had been given a morning dress in a soft pale green velvet, and they allowed the halflings to assist them with washing, dressing, the hobbits reverently touching the soft golden locks of the elf as it was brushed, before they were pronounced ready to be presented. They all approached the bookcase and Legolas pulled out the book device that caused the hidden door to be revealed. Outside stood four guards awaiting them, Legolas though was hesitant to step forward remembering the magical barrier. However the hobbits had no such worries and they stepped forward through the doorway. Seeing no ill effect Legolas took a deep breath and stepped forward, and encountered nothing. He moved forward allowing Amelia to step through the doorway and the guard allowed the hobbits to pass first before taking positions on either side of the captives and escorting them downstairs. They were taken again to the small dining room, and were again the last to arrive. They were taken to the same seats as the previous night, and Legolas noticed the bowed head of Laila seated further along the table. He remembered that Verius had called her to his room last night and the elf felt sorrow for what he knew must have occurred to the broken woman. Legolas felt eyes on him and he turned to see the sorcerer grinning as he cast his gaze leisurely over the elf's form. The robe he had been given outlined his swollen stomach but the silver colouring only complemented the Prince's own unearthly beauty. "I cannot tell you how arousing it is to see you in this condition, even knowing the child within you is not mine," Verius said finally his leering gaze meeting the stony one of the elf. "I could happily keep you in this state for the rest of your immortal life, and of course the begetting of offspring upon you would be no hardship either," he said laughing. Legolas' lips curled up into a sneer, but he said nothing for fear of reprisals falling upon his friend. Verius gestured to one of the waiting servants who bought forward a tray heaped with food. Verius took the plate from him and placed it between himself and the elf. Legolas looked at it warily and noted that Verius' own plate was already full. Verius saw the look the elf cast his way and smiled in satisfaction. He picked up a morsel of food and then he held up in front of the Prince expectantly. For a moment the elf looked at the food in confusion, but then realisation dawned on him and he flinched backwards, pursing his lips tightly together, his eyes shooting venom laced daggers at the sorcerer. Verius smiled in amusement and moved the food closer to the Prince's face. "If you do not eat what I feed you, you will not eat at all," Verius stated in a conversational tone. "Then I will not eat," Legolas stated firmly. Verius placed the food back on the plate. "Very well, it is your choice," the man said and turned back to his own plate, eating with great appetite. Legolas stared warily at the sorcerer. The man had not let him get away with anything thus far he now wondered what the dark lord was planning. He continued to watch quietly as Verius ate his food in silence. However the sorcerer paused midway through his breakfast and looked up to Lord Marlen. "Marlen," he called out to get the lord's attention. "I must ask that Lady Garrett be brought to my workshop later today. There are certain things I need to prepare in order for the binding to be completed upon your marriage." Marlen frowned but nodded his agreement with Amelia looking on in stunned silence. Verius looked over at the elf and Legolas was defeated by the triumphant look there. Legolas bowed his head in resignation. Verius again picked up the food, and this time Legolas simply opened his mouth and allowed the food to be placed upon his tongue. He then closed his mouth quickly and concentrated on the task of swallowing the food and not bringing it back up immediately. Legolas forced himself to eat a few more mouthfuls from Verius' hand before stopping. The sorcerer held a piece of meat in front of the elf Prince's face, but Legolas had to turn his head away from it. "Please I cannot..." he said in a quietly pleading tone, keeping his eyes downcast. The food was removed, and a hand patted his arm lightly. "Never mind little one. I am sure we shall be able to tempt you further much later. Legolas forced himself not to flinch away from the man's touch instead sitting passively as the sorcerer continued to eat. Finally after what seemed endless hours to the young elf the food was cleared away and Verius' harem was escorted from the room. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Amelia rising from her chair with a guard at her side. Then he became aware of a presence at his own side. Verius placed a hand on the Prince's arm, "Come little Prince," he said and gestured for the elf to rise. Legolas had no choice but to endure the man's hand on him as he was assisted from his seat. But instead of joining Amelia as she was escorted from the room, Legolas was instead taken to another door. "Where are you taking Amelia?" he asked urgently. The hand on his arm stroked in an effort to soothe but this just increased the elf's alarm. "She is going back to her room," Verius explained. "Her room? But she and I were sharing the room, why am I not returning there with her?" Verius looked at the Prince with a grin and a dark glitter in his eyes. "That is no longer your place little Prince. I am taking you now to your new room." "I do not wish to have my own room, I wish to stay with Amelia," Legolas protested tugging at his arm. Verius' grip on him tightened painfully and Legolas winced at the unnatural strength possessed by the sorcerer. "It seems that you do not yet fully understand the situation little Prince. What you want no longer matters. The only way you will receive any reward is if you please me." They stopped in front of a closed door, and without letting go of his hold on Legolas' arm he pushed open the door. The room inside was large and except for the large bed, which dominated the room, there was little furniture, and again there was no window. The Prince's mouth went dry in sudden apprehension. But was unable to do anything as a strong arm forced him into the room. Legolas tried to step back but found himself pressed up against a hard body which immediately made him step forward again further into the room. Verius laughed behind him, and with a bang the elf heard the door close behind him. As gracefully as he could manage in his current condition Legolas spun and backed away from the sorcerer, however Verius did not advance towards him. The elf Prince felt something against his back and he realised that he had reached the wall, now all he could do was watch warily his eyes flicking around for something he could use as a weapon. Yet it seemed that the lack of furniture in the room was designed for the purpose of providing him with nothing lethal or even harmful. Verius watched him, amusement marking his features and suddenly the air around Legolas felt different. He let out a startled yelp as he was lifted from his feet by invisible hands. He cried out futilely as he was carried by the sorcerer's power over to the bed. It was very disorienting for the elf when his body suddenly tipped to lie parallel over the bed before he was gently lowered. He was however, unable to move as Verius' power continued to hold him still. He held himself tense as the sorcerer approached the bed, and could not restrain a flinch when Verius' hand reached out towards him. However the hand did not touch him but instead a slight rattling sound alerted the Prince to something being pulled down from above his head. Legolas spotted something metallic within Verius' grip as the sorcerer's hand came back into view, and when he spotted the chain attached to it Legolas struggled anew, fighting against the sorcerers hold on his body. His efforts were in vain though and he cried in outrage as a cuff was placed around his wrist, and then he was free to move again. The elf Prince immediately pulled against the chain tugging hard to try and free himself. Verius watched silently laughing. "It will do no good," he said finally. "The manacle and chain both are made of mithril. Made to withstand even elvish strength. There is no lock on the manacle, it can be opened only with magic." Legolas ceased tugging at the chain and instead turned his attention to the manacle. It was seamless, as though when Verius had placed it around his wrist the edges had fused together to become one, still Legolas ran his free hand along it trying to seek out some weakness, but he could detect none. A dip in the bed caused him to raise startled eyes. During his struggle with the chain he had failed to detect Verius' movement, and now the sorcerer was on the bed, crawling up alongside the Prince. Legolas froze in alarm, his eyes tracking the sorcerer's progress. Verius came closer, and the elf spun into action. As fast as he could, he moved himself to the edge of the bed and tried to roll off, however where there should have been only air his body met an invisible barrier. Legolas pushed at the barrier with his hands, the chain linking the manacle to the wall rattling with his efforts, but the air seemed solid. He was trapped on the bed. He turned quickly to face the sorcerer ready to defend himself but Verius simply lay there on his side watching the young elf. "You really are a remarkable creature," he commented, as his gaze travelled the length of Legolas' taking in the flushed features and bright eyes to the robe, which had travelled up to mid thigh during the Prince's struggles. The display of soft looking skin between the robe and the Prince's boots was enticing, and Verius' felt himself become swiftly aroused. Legolas seemed to become aware of the state of his clothing as Verius' gaze lingered on the creamy pale skin that was on display. He immediately tugged at the robe attempting to pull it down over his knees, however trying to manoeuvre past the bulk of his stomach was difficult. His attempts froze instantly as Verius moved, and Legolas' gaze shot back up to the sorcerer. Verius was now within arms length, and Legolas lashed out with his booted foot, connecting with the sorcerers shin. The man howled in pain and his expression darkened with rage. He quickly closed the distance between himself and the Prince, pressing his body tightly against the Prince's which frustrated Legolas' attempts to kick him again. He draped one leg over both of the elf's and allowed his hardened member, still constrained within his breeches to rub against Legolas' hip. Legolas' writhed against the man trying to free himself, but realised quickly from the increasing hardness against him that this was exciting the sorcerer further. He tried to lash out with his free hand, but the sorcerer quickly grabbed his wrist and pulled the arm down tightly between their two bodies. Legolas' hand was forced against the man's clothed manhood and Verius pushed his hips forward pressing his length into the elf's hand. Legolas was sickened and attempted to pull his hand free. Losing patience with the Prince's attempts to thwart him, Verius exercised a quick use of his power restraining the elf and turning him onto his side so that he was now spooned against Legolas' back. Legolas panicked as he felt the restraining magic once more, and he was swiftly turned onto his side. Suddenly he was allowed movement again, and he immediately attempted to move forward away from the hard body pressed against him. He felt a hand on his thigh and then the sorcerer was pulling his robe up over his head leaving it dangle from his wrist where the manacle stopped it from falling off, and the Prince's panic increased. He yelled loudly, cursing Verius with ever expletive he could remember whilst trying to kick backwards against the sorcerer. He heard the sound of rustling cloth, and then something hot, hard and throbbing was felt against his buttocks. Legolas went wild. Unthinking he struggled wildly, tugging on the chain and pushing forward against the barrier. Using his free arm and legs, he attempted to cause harm to the sorcerer, whose hands were now fondling the rounded globes of his behind. The hands moved to spread the soft mounds apart and Legolas felt something hard pressed against his body's entrance. He froze. "You promised," he cried out quickly. "You promised you would not hurt my child." "I promised that I would cause no harm to your child so long as you cooperated with me little Prince, I have not seen much of that cooperation," Verius said, and punctuated this statement with a small thrust against the Prince's opening. "Please," Legolas pleaded. "I will cooperate, please. Do not do this you will hurt my child. Please." The Prince whispered brokenly, his struggles ceasing. Verius was silent for a moment, and then Legolas slumped in relief as the hard length was moved away from the puckered entrance to his body. His relief was short lived though as the length only moved down a little instead pressing itself against the crease in his buttocks where it led down to his thighs. Verius' hand rested on his hip and began to stroke the soft skin, but the elven Prince gained no pleasure from this action, instead forcing himself not to push that hand away. The hand moved idly up his body, lightly stroking his ribcage, which caused an involuntary shiver to make its way through Legolas' body. The hand continued up and finally pushed the length of his golden hair to one side, before it began its journey back down to the Prince's hip. Lips were placed against the nape of his neck, and Legolas shuddered in disgust as a tongue licked at the skin just beneath his hairline. Although the sorcerer's mouth was occupied his hands were not idle, and the stroking continued, first solely on the hip softened by pregnancy but then the hand ventured forward, stroking across the swollen mound of Legolas' stomach. The Prince held himself perfectly still, trying to push away the nausea he felt at the violation he was enduring. He shut his eyes, trying to close his sight to the reality of his situation. Verius began to move against him, thrusting his turgid length between the crease of the Prince's backside, his pace increasing along with his excitement. His mouth lapping at the crease where the elf's neck met his shoulder, and his hand gripping Legolas' hip tightly as he thrust against the body held captive before him. Legolas let out a small whimper of distress, lost amongst the harsh panting breath of the sorcerer and the child within him began to kick violently against the wall of his stomach, as though it was angered by the violation of it's parent. The elven Prince moaned softly, his hands going to his stomach in an attempt to soothe the babe within. He became aware of Verius' completion as hot liquid spurted against the backs of his thighs. It became more difficult for Legolas to hold back the nausea as the hot sticky liquid dripped from his upper thigh onto the lower, and down onto the bed, and Verius placed small kisses along his shoulder. "That was very good sweet Prince," Verius said, his voice laced with satisfaction. He placed an arm across Legolas as he turned the Prince to face him. Legolas refused to meet the sorcerer's gaze, but the man was not done with him yet. Placing a finger beneath the Prince's cheek and tilting the head up Verius swooped in to place his lips against the elf's. His mouth ground painfully against Legolas' and as a tight pinch on his buttocks caused Legolas to gasp in pain, Verius quickly pressed his tongue into the elf's mouth to explore every inch of that orifice. Finally Verius released him, and rising from the bed he straightened his clothes. "I leave you now to rest sweet one. I shall return later to see how you are," the sorcerer said with a satisfied smile twisting his mouth. Legolas shuddered and looked away, causing Verius to laugh as he left. Legolas heard the door close and the lock turn, and he was finally alone. He turned onto his side, his legs curling up under his stomach, the sorcerer's seed drying on his skin. A sob escaped the young Prince, and he finally allowed the tears to fall. ~~~ Along the tree line bordering Lord Marlen's manor a shadowy figure crouched, watching. The hunting leathers worn in forest shades blended seamlessly into the surrounding woods, and the almost unnatural stillness of the crouched figure made it easy to overlook. Eyes scanned the manor constantly, and senses were kept alert for any signs that he had been discovered, but all was quiet, and the shadowy figure had time to plan his next move. Chapter 24 Legolas had finally exhausted his tears and now he lay quietly staring with unseeing eyes at the far wall, his mind trying to shy away from Verius' molestation. Occasionally a shudder would work through him but he did not really feel it. A sharp kick from his unborn child roused him, and absent-mindedly he allowed his free hand to rub soothingly against the spot the baby had targeted. Another kick came sharper than the one before, and Legolas focused upon the distress he could feel emanating from the small life force within him. Instinctively he sang softly, words pouring from him speaking of the love that had created this child, how it would be brought into the world to be loved and cared for by two races. The song helped to calm the Elven Prince, and when the child seemed settled once more Legolas manoeuvred himself into a sitting position. The robe he had worn to breakfast still dangled from his arm, prevented from falling off by the manacle and chain on his wrist. Looking at it distastefully Legolas that decided, vile or not he would much rather have some clothing to cover him. With some effort he finally managed to get the robe back on and decided to turn his attention once again to the manacle. As he noticed earlier the cuff itself was seamless and smooth with no hint of there ever having been a gap. The link that secured the manacle to the chain also seemed to be too strong for him to exert any force over. Assuming that the rest of the chain would be of a similar composition Legolas instead turned his attention to the wall that the chain was attached to. He hoped that the wall could be weakened and that he could actually pull the chain free of the wall. The chain was attached to the wall by a large link that seemed to be set into the wall itself. Legolas got off the bed and, standing facing the wall, he gave an experimental tug on the chain watching the area surrounding the link carefully. Nothing happened so Legolas tugged this time more sharply. He felt a sharp twinge across his stomach and a sharp kick from the baby. He dropped the chain and murmuring soft apologies he stroked his stomach, but he felt more hopeful looking at the few flakes that had come free from the wall surrounding the chain link. He sat back down on the edge of the bed his mind racing as he tried to think of some way to pull at the chain with enough force to start loosening it, without hurting his child in the process. Soft footsteps in the corridor outside his room alerted him to the fact that he would not alone for long. The door opened, a guard standing in the doorway, beside him was the halfling Frodo. The hobbit stepped forward carrying a large jug and goblet and he jumped slightly as the door closed behind him. Frodo rushed forward now that he was without his escort and placed the goblet and jug on a side table. He then moved closer to the elf still seated on the bed. "You are well?" he asked softly. Legolas said nothing for a moment, and Frodo saw a shadow pass across the fair elven features, but Legolas finally responded. "I am as well as I could be all things considered little one. How do you and your friends fair?" "We are well also. I was sent here with water by Lord Verius, but I am glad that it gives me the opportunity to meet with you again." The halfling paused for a moment before continuing. "Have you been to Rivendell Master Elf?" he asked. Legolas frowned. "Nay, I have not. I have rarely been beyond the borders of Mirkwood. I would very much have loved to journey to the other elven realms but my father worried much for my safety. Why do you ask little one?" "It is just that my uncle Bilbo left us many years ago to go and stay with the elves, I had hoped for some news that he is still well." The Elven Prince thought back to stories he had heard from Rivendell. "I heard tell from one of our people of a halfling living amongst the elves, composing songs in the elven fashion and writing books. I believe his name was Baggins." A grin split across the little hobbit's face. "But that is my uncle. Bilbo Baggins. It is good to hear that he is enjoying his time amongst your people." Legolas smiled gently. "Then I am glad that I could be of some service to you little one. Come, please sit with me for a while." Frodo moved closer to the bed and pulled himself up to sit alongside the Prince. "You said that your father did not like you leaving Mirkwood Master Elf. How did Verius come to capture you then?" Frodo asked, his voice laced with anxiety not wanting to upset his new friend. Legolas sighed. "I no longer reside in Mirkwood little one. I am married now and I live in Minas Tirith with my husband. As you can see, we are shortly expecting our first child." The hobbit frowned in puzzlement. "But you are male are you not?" At Legolas' nod of affirmation he continued. "Then how is it that you can bear the child?" "It is something of a long story little that begin many centuries ago with the Dark Lord Sauron's rise to power..." Frodo sat engrossed at the Elven Prince told the story of how, because of magic, male elves were now as capable as she elves of bearing children, but that it was a gift so very rare that any who could were treasured amongst their people. Some time had passed with the telling of Legolas' tale, and both were startled when the door flew open. Legolas started but held himself stiff as he saw who stood there, but Frodo visibly cowered away from the dark sorcerer. "What are you still doing here?" he barked at the halfling. Frodo was so overcome with fear that he was unable to answer, instead Legolas leapt to his defence. "I asked him to stay and speak with me," he said calmly. Verius' gaze flew to the elf, his eyes narrowing dangerously. Legolas swallowed hard and lowered his gaze in submission. "Please, do not punish him for my transgressions. I did not think it would cause harm," he stated softly. Verius strode further into the room. "Very well, begone halfling before I change my mind. Frodo nodded, his eyes watering as he sent a look of gratitude to the elf, then he ran from the room to the sound of Verius' laughter. The sorcerer slammed the door behind him and looked over at the captive elf. "You plead very prettily sweet one. I wonder what else I could make you plead for," he said consideringly as he approached the bed. Legolas stiffened but said nothing keeping his head low. The bed dipped slightly as Verius sat beside him, and Legolas' breath quickened slightly in anxiety. A hand rose and stroked his soft golden locks, and Legolas forcibly stopped himself from flinching. He told himself that he could endure anything as long as it protected his child, but he was not completely successful in convincing himself of this. The hand stroking his hair dropped to the sleeve of his robe and fingers rubbed the cloth softly. "This is beautiful material, it complements you very well, but I think you do not have need of cloth to enhance your beauty," the sorcerer said and produced a knife from his own clothes. He used the knife to begin cutting the robe from the elf's body, and Legolas bit his lip hard to stop himself from whimpering. Finally the clothing lay in rags at his feet and he was naked once more. Verius' hand on the bare flesh of his shoulder caused him to start, and exerting a small amount of force the sorcerer pushed the elf back into a reclining position. Legolas lay back stiffly and closed his eyes to shut away the sight of the sorcerer leaning over him, and as the man's lips found his own he chanted loudly within his own mind that he could survive this. Verius squeezed his jaw slightly and obediently Legolas opened his mouth to allow his captor access. Hands began to roam across his body, caressing everything they encountered, and Legolas was not sure whether he was relived or sickened further as the sorcerer's mouth left his own and began to follow the path of his hands across the elf's body. A hand on his shoulder pulled the Prince onto his side to face the sorcerer, but Legolas kept his eyes firmly shut, still chanting to himself. There was a rustle of clothing and then Verius' hand grasped his own pulling forward to lay it upon hard flesh. The sorcerer shuddered as the fair skin of the elf's hand touched his hardened member, and Legolas forced back the bile that tried to free itself from his body. Verius kept his hand above Legolas' and forced the elf's hand to stroke his manhood. Legolas refused to open his eyes and look upon the sick pleasure he knew he would see on the sorcerer's face, yet he could not block out the sensation of the skin that pulsed and throbbed beneath his fingers. Unable to restrain himself Legolas' grip tightened around the man's flesh. Verius cursed as the fingers around his throbbing length tightened, and he removed the elf's hand from his flesh. He softly caressed the skin of the Prince's cheek, and saw the elf bite his lip, a distressed look crossing his features. Verius smiled, but it was not pleasant, and he allowed the elf to keep his eyes clothes as he shuffled further up the bed. "Open your eyes sweet one," Verius commanded. Legolas' eyes scrunched further as if to seal them away. "I will not ask again little Prince, I bid you instead to think of your child." The effect was instantaneous and the elf's eyes shot open. The first thing they saw was the dark, swollen proof of Verius' desire near his face. He blanched and his gaze shot up to meet the sorcerer's. Verius smiled again. "Open you mouth," he commanded softly. Any colour that had remained in the Prince's face now drained away as he understood what he was being commanded to do. "Please, no," he whispered with anguished eyes. Verius' gaze did not waver. "Open your mouth," he said again, and with a grin added, "And keep your eyes open." Legolas swallowed past the lump in his throat, and slowly opened his mouth. Before he had opened his mouth half way the sorcerer had pushed forward, and now the head of his member pressed against his lips. The Elven Prince was assaulted with the musky smell of the man's arousal and a bitter taste exploded on his tongue. The elven senses that had allowed him to enjoy this experience with his husband now worked against him as they sensed the darkness of the sorcerers soul, adding to Legolas' sense of violation. The Prince's heart nearly burst with relief as a loud knock at the door caused the sorcerer to move away. Breathing heavily he watched as Verius tried to dress himself around his hardened length and strode to the door. He wrenched it open with a snarl that caused the guard on the other side to step back in alarm. "What is it?" the sorcerer bit out, angry at having being disturbed. "My... My Lord," the guard stammered. "Yes, yes, what is it?" Verius said impatiently. Taking a deep breath the guard tried again. "My Lord, you asked that you be informed when one of your... the women started her labour pains." Verius demeanour changed instantly, a sense of satisfaction replacing the cold anger. "Very well, take me to her now," he said, and forgetting the presence of the naked elf he closed the door and strode off after the guard. As soon as the door shut Legolas moved as quickly to the bedside as he was able, and there disgorged the meagre contents of his stomach. ~~~ Thranduil sat on the strong back of the great eagle that carried he and Trasyn. His gaze swept across the darkening sky taking in the majestic sight of many others eagles, all bearing burdens. He let his gaze drop to the forest below and he noted a wide road that cut through the trees. The still strong whispering of the trees had led them this far to the place where his son had sent out his warning. A loud screech sounded as Gwaihir king of the eagles sent out a command to his comrades and slowly four of the great birds including his own began to circle down in order to land. Taking turns to sweep low enough to the ground for their burdens to drop without harm the birds again took to the sky to hover, awaiting the findings of the small landing party. Thranduil felt his heart leap into his throat at the sight of the disturbed forest floor. The smell of decaying bodies strong in the air. Small carrion eaters had been disturbed by the party of men and elves and the small band now set to the gruesome task of checking the bodies. With every new body that they stumbled across Thranduil feared what he might find. "Over here," someone shouted, and Thranduil saw that it was the young King of Gondor, his son-in-law. They all swiftly made their way over to his side. The young man crouched pointing at something. Mithrandir made a comment about old eyes before illumination flooded the immediate area from a small crystal wedged into the top of the wizard's staff. Aragorn again pointed to what he had spotted. "Someone was injured here, but they survived the initial assault." He held up a two broken off arrow shafts. "But there are also horse prints. Unshod horse tracks, which could only have come from a wild, or elven trained horse. Celdarion," he said simply to the expectant faces gathered around. "Legolas left Alagos in Minas Tirith, and Celdarion was riding his own horse. He was the only elf to accompany this party." "But where is he now," Lord Celeborn asked. "You point out that he was likely injured yet his body is not here, neither is that of the Prince or Lady Garrett." "No, I can only assume that the horse approached whoever lay injured here and managed to mount the horse. Elven bodies weigh so very little that it would be hard to tell from the tracks if the horse was carrying anything as it left the area. But the only way to tell for sure is to follow the tracks." "Very well, we shall follow these tracks and have the eagles and the rest of the warband stay aloft and follow us. We may make slower progress this way but it may the only clue we have as to where Legolas and Lady Garrett are now. Elrond, I fear we may need your skills very soon." The Lord of the Golden Wood stated concern, and the smallest amount of fear lacing his voice. "We should move as quickly as we can. I fear I sense the dark magic used by the sorcerer Verius." Galadriel's statement caused unease to ripple through the party. "Then let us not waste any time," Aragorn said grimly, and loped off ahead following the tracks on the ground closely. ~~~ The small party walked for two miles before Thranduil's sharp eyes spotted something in the distance. He raced forward, his hunting bow thrust before him, already armed with an arrow. As he got closer he saw a horse at the side of the road that appeared to be standing over something. With a cry of horror the Elven king recognised Celdarion's horse and he rushed forward ignoring the cries of those behind him. The horse moved restlessly as he approached, but seemed to recognise him because it took a step back to allow the elf access to the body laying on the ground. Thranduil dropped to his knees his hand hovering over the body lying face down on the ground, afraid to touch it for fear of what he might find. Steeling himself he laid gently hands on the body and turned him over. Tears formed in his eyes as he looked upon the bloodied body of Celdarion. The elf's eyes were still open, but glazed and there seemed to be no movement from him at all and Thranduil feared that they had arrived too late. Laying a hand gently over Celdarion's chest, the elven king bowed his head in grief. He was therefore startled as a low moan issued from that body, so quiet that had the king not been an elf he would have missed it. Renewed hope surged through the king and he turned calling for Elrond to hurry. The dark haired elf wasted no time in approaching and sank down to the floor quickly examining the injured elf. He raised serious eyes up to meet Thranduil's gaze. "It is very grave. I fear he may not survive even with my healing skills," the Noldor elf admitted. "Then you will not do this alone," Galadriel's voice said softly, and the Lady of the Golden Woods, still regal in her hunting leathers approached and sank down next to Elrond. The dark haired Lord nodded and placed his hands against Celdarion's chest. Thranduil felt hands against his shoulder and at first he resisted but Celeborn would not be denied, and the Lord of the Galdhrim pulled the Mirkwood elf back. "Let them work old friend," he said softly, and Thranduil nodded. The small party watched in anxious silence as the two elves worked to save Celdarion's life, a silence punctuated only by the soft snorts of the elf's horse. Finally after what seemed like hours two very tired elves sat back to look at what their handiwork had wrought. Celdarion lay still, although his breathing seemed a little more visible now. Thranduil hesitantly approached. "Celdarion," he called softly. He was rewarded with a slight fluttering of the eyes, and the company watched with baited breath as the glazed eyes attempted to focus. Celdarion blinked several times in an attempt to clear his vision, and when finally he could see again he looked around at the faces hovering around him. Locking on to the most familiar, the injured elf attempted a smile for his king. "Celdarion, it is good to see you," Thranduil said gently, his hand reaching out to clasp the bodyguards. "Majesty," Celdarion rasped out, his throat dry and hoarse from lack of water and use. A flask was thrust into the Elven King's hand and he gently raised Celdarion's head allowing a small trickle of miruvor to enter his mouth. The injured elf sighed in relief. "Celdarion, where are Legolas and Amelia?" a voice asked urgently, and Celdarion turned his head to see the young King of Gondor. A grimace twisted his face. "Taken. We were ambushed upon the road, it was the sorcerer, and Lord Marlen. They took the Prince and Lady and left me for dead." "You are sure it was they?" Boromir spoke for the first time, anguish lacing his voice. Celdarion nodded. "I heard them approach but I was unable to defend the Prince. They spoke of taking them back to Lord Marlen's estate." The elf paused in his narration and turned back to his King. "Majesty, please forgive me. I was not strong enough to give chase immediately. I was too weak to get further than I did, but I had hoped to reach the estate and send a warning, with my last breath if need be." His look of despair affected them all, but Thranduil smiled gently. "I do not think that my son would appreciate your death old friend. Instead you shall recover and grow strong, so that you may lend your protection to his children, for I am sure that any child of my child will be more than a handful." A small smile was his response, but this had all been too much for the wounded elf, and his eyes glazed over. "Is he dead?" Aragorn asked in a small voice. "No, my son. He is simply resting. Mithrandir, I recommend that Celdarion be sent back to the city. He is too weak to assist us in our venture, and I fear that should he remain with us he will not be afforded an opportunity to recover." Mithrandir nodded. "I will have one of Gwaihir's people fly him back, but what of his horse?" "He cannot fly back alone, Trasyn, I want you to accompany him. I trust you to stop him when he tries to return here," Thranduil said and the young elf nodded. Thranduil then turned his attention to the horse still watching them. "Friend, we are sending Celdarion back to the city of men. Can you make your way back there to greet him?" The horse snorted and his head dipped into a nod. "Good, now tell me someone, in which direction does Marlen's estate lie?" Chapter 25 Legolas was unaware of how much time had passed since Verius had left him here but he had long since crawled beneath the bedcovers to cover his nudity. He had allowed himself to fall into the dreamscape, a place of refuge to protect his sanity, and it was here that he felt the strongest connection to his unborn child. The new life growing within him was already instinctively accessing the dreamscape, although at present was only able to tap into it's parents dreams. Legolas felt the muted presence but he nevertheless showered his feelings of love and affection upon the child telling it of all the wonderful things to come when they were reunited with Aragorn. Speaking to the child in this way was a comfort to Legolas and as his glazed eyes stared sightlessly before him his hands continued to move in a slow massage across his stomach, the baby nudging his hand every now and then in approval. So absorbed was he in the dreamscape that the sudden slamming of the door caused his heart to miss a beat in shock. His gaze cleared instantly and focused upon the figure standing next to his bed. He instinctively shrank back in fear as the sorcerer loomed over him. Verius reached out and took hold of Legolas' manacled wrist. A tingle was the only clue the elf received that magic was being used, for the manacle suddenly parted and was pulled from his wrist. Turning the sorcerer looked down at the hobbit that until now Legolas had failed to notice. "You have one candle mark to prepare him," he snarled before striding from the room. The Elven Prince looked down at the halfling in bafflement. "Frodo, what is happening?" he asked. The hobbit stood nervously shifting his weight from one to another, a bundle of clothing clutched against his chest. Taking a deep breath Frodo lifted wide blue eyes to meet those of the elf. "Lord Verius has spent all day with Josyn after she began her labour pains. But I fear he is not happy. I heard tell that the child was stillborn, and Lord Marlen has been demanding that the bonding ceremony between himself and Lady Garrett be performed tonight. That is why I was sent here. You are to be there to witness the event. My cousins and Sam have been sent to the Lady's room to prepare her." Frodo continued to bite his lip and looked as though he wished to say something further. "What is it Frodo, is there something else?" Legolas asked prompting the halfling. Frodo nodded jerkily. "There is someone outside the manor. We came upon him by chance as we ran our errands. He says he is here to rescue you." Legolas gasped, a wave of hope rising within him. Aragorn! He ruthlessly quashed it back down again, not wanting to be disappointed. "How did he look?" he asked instead. "He as tall as you perhaps. His hair was a honey colour and his eyes brown, he dressed in a hunter's clothes." Legolas realised that this was someone with whom he was unfamiliar. "Do you think he was to be trusted Frodo?" the Prince asked. Frodo considered this for a moment before nodding. "I think so yes. He seemed to fear being caught. But his plan seemed well thought out," the hobbit added. "What about Amelia, I will not leave her behind." Legolas asserted quickly. "It is all to be taken care of Master Elf. I am to get you from this room, we can then join with the others who are bringing the lady. Lord Verius has given us a candle mark to prepare you both. We can use that time to get you free." "You speak as though you are not joining us little one. I will not leave you here," the Elven Prince decreed. Frodo smiled shyly. "We will make our escape with you. Besides you will need assistance to escape from these lands." Legolas nodded. "Very well, then let us move as quickly as possible that we might get a long lead on the dark one." Frodo simply thrust the clothing at the Prince and turned to allow him his dignity as he thrust the robe over his head. A tap on his shoulder told him the Prince was ready. "What of the guard outside?" Legolas asked. Frodo bit his lip. "If I can get him in here, will you be able to disable him. I know the elves are fiercesome warriors, but you are not in a state that allows easy movement." A sparkle lit the blue elven eyes and Legolas grasped Frodo's shoulder in encouragement. "Worry not little one, just get him in here." Frodo ran swiftly to the door and opened it. "Guard," he called out. A large man suddenly appeared in the doorway startling the young hobbit into jumping back a step. "What is it?" the man enquired bluntly. "Please," Legolas' voice called out from the bed. "I am unable to support myself. Can you assist me in rising and making my way to Lord Verius?" he asked and turned guileless blue eyes upon the man. The guard hesitated but a moment before striding past the hobbit to the elf's side. Leaning low he placed his arms under the Prince's shoulders in preparation for helping Legolas to stand, and Legolas allowed his hands to rest upon the man's shoulders. As the man tensed to lift Legolas let one hand rise from the shoulder it rested upon, and in a motion almost too fast to see he directed the side of his hand to the guards neck. Legolas was dropped back onto the bed as the man fell to the floor unable to breathe through his crushed windpipe. "Hurry," Frodo said urgently as he rushed forward to assist Legolas from the bed. Quickly the pair made their way to the door with Frodo peeking around to see if the corridor was clear. With a quick nod to his companion the duo quickly exited the room that had been the Prince's prison. Legolas followed Frodo as swiftly as he was able, but his usual graceful gait now resembled a waddling. They reached a junction in the corridor, and again Frodo moved forward quickly poking his head forward to see that their path was clear. He lifted a hand and Legolas moved forward again. Continuing onward they warily made their way through the corridors, hoping against all hope that they would remain undetected long enough to make their escape. They reach a junction, where two corridors and a stairwell met and Frodo paused looking back at the elf following him. "We must wait here. This is where the others will join us." Legolas nodded, and took advantage of the rest to listen intently for any other sounds. His sensitive ears picked up the sound of approaching footsteps. At least four people he thought to himself, listening to the patterns different footsteps made. The sound became louder until Frodo also heard the approaching group. He turned his head to the stairwell and watched as small figures appeared. Frodo grinned at his cousins as they exited the stairwell first, followed closely by Sam. They were not alone though, and Amelia suddenly appeared in a long ivory gown her arm held firmly in the grasp of the guard escorting her. Her anxious eyes met Legolas' and she appeared to relax a little in his presence. The elf straightened in tense anticipation as the guard's eyes swept over him. "Where is your guard?" he asked suddenly looking around. Legolas froze, what could he say now? "I am here," a voice said suddenly, and Legolas started. He had not heard anyone else approaching them, but suddenly another guard had appeared from the adjacent corridor. The Prince felt hope diminish at this new guard's arrival, but was unprepared for what happened next. This new guard marched up to his comrade, and clapped one hand on the other man's shoulder in greeting. Amelia's warder relaxed a little and was therefore too late to stop the knife that swept up and buried itself in his chest. Amelia let out a small scream of shock and Legolas narrowed his eyes in disbelief. The new guard pulled the knife free from his comrade before letting the body fall to the ground. Still holding the knife, now dripping blood before him he turned to face the Elven Prince. Legolas looked at the face of this stranger and gasped in astonishment. "Lord Fenner!" he exclaimed in shock. The lord laughed softly. "Surprise," he said, enjoying the confused astonishment on both the Prince and Lady Garrett's faces. "I would love to take further advantage of your shock Your Highness, but I am afraid that we do need to be rather hasty if we wish to leave this place." Legolas nodded dumbly and allowed Lord Fenner to stride forward down the adjacent corridor. A tug on his hand caused him to look down at Frodo's questioning face. "Highness?" the hobbit asked. Legolas felt a small smile form. "I will explain once we are free of this place little one," he promised. Fenner reached the doorway at the end of the corridor, and he gently eased it open before peering around. Satisfied that it was safe to proceed, he gestured for the small party to follow him, and they did so without hesitation for such was the power of Fenner's surprise. Beyond them lay another corridor, and before they all entered Lord Fenner turned to face them. "At the end of this corridor lies a service entrance. We will use this to get out of the manor, heading immediately for the tree line, understood? Good, now Your Highness will you be able to manage?" Legolas nodded. "I will make it," he said with fierce determination. Fenner acknowledged this statement by ushering them all into the corridor beyond. This corridor was wider, with fewer doors leading from it and as before the man moved quietly to the door at the end and eased it open. As the door opened Legolas felt the first caress of a slight breeze as it blew down the corridor, and he could almost taste his freedom. The door was opened wider and Fenner waved his hand at them. Pushing Amelia and the hobbits before him Legolas moved towards the door. They had almost reached it when Legolas suddenly found himself unable to move. His eyes darted around frantically and he noticed the sudden halt of the rest of the party. "Going somewhere?" Verius voice queried from behind. Legolas' heart sank. They had been so very close to freeing themselves. Casually Verius strode toward to his captives. He reached Legolas first, his hand trailing over the Prince's back and shoulder before the sorcerer moved around to face him. "Sweet Prince, you really should not be running around in your condition, but since you appear to have so much excess energy I am sure we can put it to good use later on," Verius said with a nasty smile. Legolas flinched visibly causing Verius to laugh, his fingers trailing down the elf's motionless body. Turning suddenly the sorcerer ignored Amelia and the hobbits and instead walked up to the man dressed as a guard who been leading them out. For a moment surprise registered on his face as he identified the man before him, but a smile soon spread across his face. "Lord Fenner, so kind of you to join us. I had thought you long gone to Lord Randor's little get together." Fenner said nothing instead gazing resolutely ahead. "Never mind, since you are here now, perhaps you could provide us with some more entertainment," the dark lord said, and his meaning was clear. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Verius marched back down the corridor and the captives found themselves floating in his wake, still unable to free themselves from the sorcerer's hold. They were all taken back to the audience room in which Lord Fenner had first played for them. Marlen was already seated on his dais looking impatient. "Verius what is going on, we are supposed to be performing the bonding ceremony tonight," he said as the sorcerer walked into the room. Whatever else he had been about to say disappeared as he took in the sight of Verius' captives. "Forgive me Lord Marlen, I had to deal with a sudden emergency." The sorcerer looked around in satisfaction. All of his imprisoned women were here seated around the room, including a sickly looking Josyn. Striding forward to take his seat next to Marlen, Verius then directed his attention towards the prisoners. "My little halflings," he said addressing the frightened hobbits with a disappointed shake of his head. "I am betrayed. Have we not spent a long and fruitful time together, coming to understand each other's needs? Well I understand your needs very well little ones, and in addition to five lashes each you will be rationed in your daily meals." Little Pippin gave a horrified squeak, which was quickly silenced by a look from the sorcerer. "Now come little ones, take your place at my feet." The hobbits found themselves released from the magical hold and they all quickly hurried forward with bowed heads to sit at the sorcerer's feet. "Lady Garrett, tonight is such a very special night for you. Your marriage to Lord Marlen will be the beginning of a long and lasting alliance between our houses, indeed your first offspring will be allied with the first of the children that Prince Legolas and I will produce. Just imagine, your child a member of the royal family of Mirkwood, and eventually of all Middle Earth." Amelia's face whitened further but her lips remained pursed and her gaze steady as she ignored the sorcerer. Instead of releasing his hold on her as he had with the hobbits, he simply moved her to Lord Marlen's side to sit on a small side chair beside his own. A small sag in her shoulders was the only indication that once seated Verius had now released his magical grip on her, and she willed herself not to flinch as Lord Marlen took her hand in his own, raising it to his mouth to place a kiss upon the knuckle before settling the hand, still within his own upon his lap with a satisfied smile. "And you, my sweet little Prince, I must admit to a great deal of disappointment. I had thought we had come to an agreement but I see you have changed your mind, very well that simply makes things easier for me. Now come and take you place," he said and throwing his hand out he used his magic to draw Legolas towards him. The elven Prince strained against the magic but could do nothing to help himself as he drew ever closer towards his bane. Verius stood just as Legolas reached him, and Legolas felt the magic release him, however before he could move Verius stepped forward wrapping his arms tightly around the Prince before sitting down again, pulling the elf down onto his lap. Legolas squirmed against the discomfort of his seating position but froze when he felt a stirring of the man's flesh beneath him he decided he could live with discomfort for a while, but still he held himself stiff with as little of his body touching the sorcerer as possible. Verius did not seem to agree with the seating arrangement as he spread his legs allowing the Prince to settle there and pulling him back to that the Prince's back was sprawled against his chest. His fingers worked their way into the top fastenings of Legolas' robe and he felt the elf stiffen against him as his fingers rubbed along the smooth muscled chest, his cheek nuzzling the Prince. Feeling more satisfied Verius turned his attention back to the final prisoner. He noticed Marlen's confusion and realised that the Lord had not yet recognised the captive. "Lord Marlen, you remember Lord Fenner," he said. Marlen gasped loudly as his brain slowly made the connection between the dandyish lord and the man dressed as a guard before him. A slow cruel smile broke out over his face. "Lord Fenner, a pleasure to enjoy your company again." Marlen motioned for two of his guard to come forward and take their place on either side of the captive man. "I think perhaps we have time for a little entertainment before the ceremony takes place," he said turning to Verius who smiled back conspiratorially. The two guards each took hold of one of Fenner's arms, and as Verius released his magical grip on the young Lord they dragged him to the centre of the chamber. "Strip that uniform from him," Marlen demanded. "He is not worthy of wearing my livery." The guards as ordered began to strip the armour from the young Lord until he stood only in his undergarments, yet he was not bowed, and stood proudly his gaze never wavering from Lord Marlen. "Take off your belt," Marlen demanded of one guard standing at the side who obeyed unquestioningly. "Lash him, twenty strokes." The guard moved up to take a position behind Lord Fenner, and the two guards restraining him tightened their hold. Legolas flinched as the leather flew through the air before landing with a loud thwack against Fenner's bare skin. The man winced but issued no sound. Legolas met his gaze letting his sorrow show in his eyes. Fenner allowed a small reassuring smile to form as he gazed back at the elven Prince that was quickly wiped from his face as another stroke landed, and he visibly bit his lower lip to stop from crying out. The strokes continued, the room silent aside from the sound of the leather hitting Fenner's skin. Amelia sat her hand still grasped within the sweaty clutch of Lord Marlen. Tears streamed down her face as she was forced to watch Lord Fenner being tortured for his attempt to free them. "Please stop," she said softly, turning appealingly to Marlen. "He must be punished my love," Marlen said gently, as though speaking to a small child. "If he were allowed to get away with his actions, then I would be thought of as soft, unable to protect my own, and understand sweeting, you are mine." Amelia bit her lip before continuing. "Please, if you stop this now and let him go I will go to this marriage as a willing participant, please." Marlen laughed softly. "I do not think you understand sweeting, whether you are willing or no this marriage will still take place. In fact I think I would prefer for you to struggle it will make things more... exciting." The lusting expression in Marlen's eyes, and the feeling of his fingers stroking her hand caused Amelia to flinch back and cry out in horror. Legolas turned, his attention drawn to the struggle between Amelia and Marlen, he cried out in anger as Marlen suddenly struck the young lady sharply about the head. He attempted to rise and move to her side but was reminded of his own position as Verius' hands tightened about his waist almost painfully. "I would look to your own problem little Prince before rushing to assist your friend, your own future is not looking too bright at the moment, you have severely displeased me." "My Lord," the guards voice called out, returning everyone's attention to the centre of the room. "We have given the prisoner twenty lashes." Legolas looked at Fenner who sagged between the two guards. It appeared that their hands upon him were the only things holding him up. Blood trickled from his mouth where he had bitten his lip to stop from crying out but before his eyes Fenner straightened himself, painfully wincing at every move until he was once again upright under his own power, his gaze unflinchingly meeting that of his tormentors. Marlen looked on in displeasure, a twisted smile gracing his features. "Break his hands," he demanded. The guard who had lashed him now walked to the front. He took one of Lord Fenner's hands and firmly gripping the smallest finger he broke the bones within. The snap of the bone was audible throughout the room, and Fenner arched against his captors in pain. The guards tightened their hold, and Fenner had no time to recover before the guard had moved onto the next finger, and the finger after that snapping each in turn, and then moving onto the uninjured hand he repeated the process. After he had finished the guard stood back allowing his Lord to view his work. Fenner hung limply in the grasp of the two guards, his breath rasping as the pain that he felt swamped his senses. His hands were already visibly swelling. Marlen smiled in satisfaction. "Get him a stool," he demanded, "And a mandolin." His orders were swiftly obeyed and the guards forced the man onto the stool. "Now Lord Fenner, I want you to play for us." Fenner looked up at Marlen in disbelief, before a bitter laugh worked its way free of his throat. "You are a crazy fool Marlen," he said calmly, his voice wavering with the effort to conceal the pain he was feeling. Instead of anger Marlen's reaction confused the spectators for he simply laughed. He looked over at Verius who in turn nodded in subtle acknowledgment. The sorcerer turned to the guard who had performed Fenner's punishment. "You have served your lord well, you may take the woman Josyn as your prize, I have no more use for her." A scream from Josyn and sobs erupted as the guard strode forward with a pleased smile dragging her to her feet. "Wait," Fenner called out abruptly. "I will play." Smiling in satisfaction Marlen turned back to his guard. "I am afraid you may have to wait for another prize Daslo," he said ignoring the sudden scowl as the guard allowed the woman to free herself from his grasp before huddling back against the wall still sobbing. Lord Fenner was handed the mandolin and he paused taking a deep breath before allowing his broken fingers to grip the instrument. His face tightened in pain as his fingers strummed across the instrument attempting to check the tuning. His swollen fingers had difficulty in turning the tuning pegs and the man was unable to restrain a small whimper of pain. Finally satisfied that the instrument was ready, he hit a note with the mandolin, and his voice, roughened from his attempts to sing past the pain joined in a haunting harmony with the instrument that captivated everyone in the room. This was so unlike Fenner's usual performance. The off key singing and sickening lyrics that usually graced his performance were gone, and Legolas realised they were seeing the real musician. The Fenner was a very clever man and had used the persona of the foolish lord to lull everyone into assuming that he was no threat, but worse that he was an object of ridicule for his lack of talent. The elf Prince wondered how many people had ever seen the real Lord Fenner. The song itself was haunting in it's tale of loss and sorrow, heartbreak that brought tears to most eyes in the room, and as they fell under the spell of the song, and did not notice that very few notes were actually played on the mandolin itself. When the song ended the room remained hushed until Marlen cleared his throat loudly breaking the spell. He cast a wary gaze on the now silent man before him. "So Fenner, it appears you do have some talent after all," he said softly, almost regretfully. "A pity because that will not save you now. You should not have returned here," Verius drawled. "Daslo, take Josyn, she is yours." The sorcerer ignored the angry cries around him, smiling maliciously. "Take our friend here to the dungeon. I want him kept alive but it matters little if he can walk before me or is dragged." The guards again moved forward and dragged Fenner from the stool throwing the mandolin carelessly aside. The captive lord winced as the instrument hit the floor, the wood splintering beyond repair, but was quickly dragged from the room. "Now that we've enjoyed that bit of fun let us move on shall we," Verius said, his hands moving to Legolas' waist. He stood lifting the startled elf with him, and keeping Legolas locked within the circle of his arms he turned towards his comrade. "Lord Marlen, I assume that you would like the ceremony to take place here?" Marlen nodded and stood pulling Amelia to her feet. "Very well, if you would like to stand here before me and we shall make a start." Verius released Legolas and gently pushed him back down into the chair before turning to a guard. "See that he does not move," he ordered before turning back to Lord Marlen and Lady Garrett. Legolas could only watch in helpless fury as Marlen pulled a now struggling Amelia to his side before the sorcerer. "Where is your priest?" Verius asked. Marlen scowled. "Unfortunately he is unavailable at present, my men were sent out to fetch him but they have not yet returned. Let us just get on with the bonding. Once she is mine I can worry about the official documents later." "Very well, you understand though that the binding does not complete itself until you have consummated your union?" the sorcerer queried, and Marlen nodded in response. Legolas was thrown back in time to the attempt to bind him to Lord Gafen, and his anxious gaze met Lady Garrett's horrified one. Amelia looked around for some avenue of escape but Marlen's grip on her wrist was so tight that in order to released herself she would have to cut off her own hand. Legolas sat in the chair Verius had placed him, both hands resting on his stomach, looking at her with sorrow filled eyes, and she remembered that he had been in this position before. Tears filled her eyes and she turned her attention back to the sorcerer who was now looming over her. He chanted something in an unintelligible language and a sudden tingling in the air around her told her that magic was being used. The tingling disappeared and the chanting had stopped and her wary gaze turned to meet the satisfied leer of Lord Marlen. Panic clutched at her heart and a sob escaped her. Marlen's hand lifted and stroked her cheek wiping away the tears. He smiled, but it did not reassure her. "Worry not my little dove. Tonight shall be as our wedding night, and you shall come to me as if you were a virgin bride once more." Marlen turned from her and motioned for two guards to step forward. "Take Lady Garrett to my chambers, have two of the serving women prepare her. Do not worry Amelia dear, I shall be with you shortly." Amelia screamed as the guards took hold of her and began dragging her to the doorway. "Legolas!" she called out. The elf Prince rose swiftly from his seat and attempted to move to Amelia's aid, but was halted by Verius' magical grip. "As I said before little Prince, worry not about your friend, but look to your own situation. My agreement with Lord Marlen is carried out in full, I can now devote all my attention to you." Verius took Legolas wrist in his own iron grip and pulling the elf along behind him as he strode from the room. The Prince looked around in desperation but all he saw were the relieved faces of the women as Verius directed his lusts towards someone else, and the sad expressions of the little hobbits. ~~~~~~ Verius walked in quick, long strides and Legolas struggled to keep up with the man, his pregnancy affecting his usual agility and grace, but still it was not long before they arrived back at the room in which Legolas had been held captive. Verius opened the door with such force that it slammed against the wall, then he pushed the captive elf forward. The force of the push was such that Legolas stumbled and fell to the floor, a low moan escaping him as a violent twinge ripped across his stomach. "Get up," Verius said calmly, but his glittering eyes betrayed his fury at the perceived betrayal of the elf. Legolas placed both hands on the floor, and kneeling attempted to grab hold of the nearest object, which was the bed, to haul himself up. The sorcerer decided that he wasn't moving fast enough and strode forward grabbing the Prince's long hair in a tight grip and pulling upwards. Wincing, but refusing to sound out his pain Legolas moved quickly to rise again to his feet, only to be pushed backwards by the sorcerer. He landed on the bed and bounced a little before raising himself on his elbows and trying to crawl backwards away from the sorcerer. Verius grabbed hold of one ankle and hauled Legolas back towards him. Legolas kicked out with his free leg, landing a hard blow to the sorcerer's stomach. Verius gasped for air as the elf's kick left him breathless, and Legolas used the opportunity to move further back along the bed before crawling off the other end. Whilst the sorcerer was disabled he attempted to make his way to the door as quickly as possible, almost reaching it before Verius caught up with him. A backhand caught the Prince unawares and his ears rang with the force of the blow. Had he been anything other than an elf, the blow would likely have knocked him into the wall or even into unconsciousness. Legolas straightened and turned back to Verius before lashing out with his fist, catching the man on the chin. His own quick reflexes allowed him to jump backwards as the sorcerer reached for him again. "You make things very difficult for yourself," Verius said snarling. "But then I like to play rough so continue your struggle. In the end you and I both know there is no escape for you. You will eventually learn your place, and I shall very much enjoy teaching you." Legolas growled and jumped back again as the sorcerer advanced on him. The Elven Prince had to admit a small part of him was confused as to why Verius had not simply used his magic to contain him, but as he saw the growing excitement of the man he understood that Verius really was enjoying this 'lesson'. Another spasm rippled across his stomach causing him to cry out in pain and drop to his knees, and allowed the sorcerer to catch up with him. Verius wrenched the Prince up and pushed him back onto the bed following quickly. Legolas had no time to move back or even defend himself as the sorcerer fell upon him, tearing at his robe, writhing and attempting to lash out with any free limb, infuriating the sorcerer further. Finally losing patience the sorcerer freed one hand holding it outstretched, and using his magic called the manacle to him. He quickly forced the manacle around the elf's left wrist sealing it magically. Legolas cried out in fury as he felt the mithril wrought restraint once again chaining him to the wall and his struggles intensified. Another backhand rocked his head to the side and caused the young elf to see stars, his struggles ceasing momentarily. Verius took advantage and tore the remainder of the Prince's clothing from his body. The feel of Verius' hands upon his bare skin allowed Legolas to clear his head and once again he sought to free himself from the sorcerer. "Free me," he growled, his blue eyes aflame with fury. "Never!" Verius responded a smile twisting his lips. "You are very beautiful when you are angry," he stated his gaze drifting over the elf's naked body. "I am also lethal," Legolas responded with an angry hiss. The sorcerer laughed his hand reaching out to stroke the golden hair spread out beneath the Prince's head. "I doubt that I have much cause for concern in your present condition." Verius free hand drifted down to press softly against Legolas' swollen stomach. His expression changed to one of startlement as the muscles suddenly rippled beneath his finger, and Legolas bit off a moan as pain once again assaulted him. Verius ignored the elf's pain instead focusing on his body as it was displayed to him. He made quick work of shedding his own clothing and released a groan of satisfaction as his bare skin made contact with the Prince's. Legolas tried to flinch away from the contact but Verius wrapped his arms around the Prince and pulled him closer, rubbing his hardening member against the elf's belly. Legolas fought down the bile that rose and the disgust that the feel of the sorcerer against him engendered. Verius' hand slithered down to cup the Prince's flaccid genitals fondling them, annoyed when no response was garnered. "In time you will learn to appreciate my attentions, you will welcome them, and beg me to allow you the pleasure you will seek in my arms, and I will fill your belly with my child, watching you grow big, quenching my desires deep within you," Verius murmured. Legolas laughed triumphantly. "In that you will fail, for in taking me from my husband you have assured my death," he said his glittering in response to the confusion on the sorcerer's face. "You lie," Verius said. "I have not yet forced you, and when I take you I will make you feel pleasure, you shall not fade as do any of your kind when ravished." Legolas laughed again, increasing the unwelcome confusion the sorcerer felt. "Whether you were to ravish me or not I will die. You know so little of the elven ways dark one, when this child decides to be born into the world I must be within the bower that was formed upon it's conception. If I am anywhere else I will not survive the birthing process. You shall not fill my body with the product of your foul seed," he spat out venomously. For a moment Legolas thought that the sorcerer would explode, his face becoming so red, and his eyes almost popping free of their sockets. Then he seemed to come back to himself and with a smile that did not bode well for the young Prince he leaned forward. "If that is the case little Prince, then I do not need to worry about seeking your pleasure as I ravish you." Too late Legolas realised his mistake in allowing his anger to rule his actions, and oh how he suffered for it now as the sorcerer bit and licked at the skin on his chest, paying special to his collarbones. A tear formed and before the elf could blink it away, it escaped trailing a lonely path down his pale cheek. Another spasm ripped across his belly causing him to attempt to curl around the swollen mound of his stomach, however Verius' body blocked him from doing so, the sorcerer thrusting his hips forward bringing Legolas into contact with the weeping proof of the sorcerer's twisted desire. The sorcerer moved the attention of his mouth from the elf's chest, up to the soft inviting lips, and Legolas twisted his head trying to avoid the sorcerer's kiss. One of the man's hands took a firm grip of his chin, holding the Prince's mouth steady as Verius lowered his mouth to his captives. And then froze. For a moment Legolas did not understand what was occurring, but he quickly registered the shock, and even a hint of fear on the sorcerer's face. Verius quickly sprang away from the elf, much to Legolas' relief, and pulling on a robe he almost ran from the room, leaving the Prince in a state of confusion as his elven hearing picked up words muttered under the sorcerer's breath. "Not again!" Chapter 26 Amelia stood shivering as a cold draught blew through the room, the thin nightgown she had been forced into offering little in the way of warmth. The serving women who had been appointed to prepare her had just left leaving guards outside the door to prevent her escape. There were two doors leading from this room, one which led to the main corridor and which was guarded, and the other which led to Marlen's wardrobe. However there was no other way out from that room. Amelia had already checked the windows, but even though they opened, the room was too high up in the manor to prevent leaving from that avenue. She could do nought but wait to meet her fate with her head held high, but in the meantime she avoided even looking at the bed. Her slender hand reached up to touch her cheek gingerly, and she winced as she felt the bruising and swelling which was already forming from Marlen's earlier blow to her head. She started as the door opened and there stood Lord Marlen, he paused for a moment taking in the view before him. Amelia was unwittingly stood before a large candle and her figure was now apparent to Marlen through the thin material as he stood gazing at the lady. His body stirred in reaction and closing the door behind him he strode forward with intent. Amelia froze for a moment as Marlen closed the door, but as he began striding towards her she backed away, looking for something she could keep between the man and herself. Marlen's room was not riddled with much furniture, and what there was lay placed around the walls. There were however two chairs placed near the open fireplace and Amelia turned to run to them, in an attempt to at least keep some object between herself and the man who sought to take her. She did not move quickly enough though and a wrenching pull on her arm and the tight grip around her forearm told her she was caught. She was pulled forcefully back against Marlen's hard body, and memories stirred of her deceased husband who had cared very little for her comfort when seeking to quench his own desires in her body. She whimpered and tried to pull away, feeling the places on her arms where Marlen's grip would leave bruises. "Let me go," she cried out. Marlen did not answer, simply turning her in his arms before swooping down to claim her lips in a harsh kiss. Amelia tightened her lips refusing the lord entry into her mouth, but Marlen was not so easily denied, and his hands lowered to her bottom before pinching tightly. The lady gasped in pain, allowing Marlen to take advantage and ravish her mouth with his tongue. Amelia was filled with disgust as moisture from Marlen's mouth leaked into hers and she brought her teeth firmly together biting the man's tongue. Lord Marlen howled in pain and shoved her away from him. His hands going to his mouth as he looked upon the fragile seeming lady in disbelief, who spat out the taste of his blood and saliva in a very unladylike manner. "You will regret that," he said, menacingly stalking towards her. "I regret nothing save for the fact that you were born into this world," she spat venomously still backing away. She was forced to stop as the back of her legs came into contact with something, and turning she noticed with a sinking heart that it was the bed. A push from Marlen announced that he had reached her, but she had no time to think as the man climbed onto her. He straddled her hips, ignoring the blows she attempted to land with her hands. With one brutal pull the material of her nightgown came apart and she was left with her breasts exposed to his view. Both hands reached down grasping the soft flesh, squeezing them until Amelia cried out in pain, and then leaning down Marlen took one breast into his mouth, sucking at the nipple as a babe would questing for milk. Amelia continued to struggle against the man holding her down, bucking and writhing in an attempt to force him off. "Get off me," she screamed, pounding ineffectively against his head and shoulders. She screamed again, this time in pain as Marlen bit down hard on her nipple, and the man looked up with a grin of satisfaction on his face as he watched the tears form and slip down her cheeks. The lord took hold of her hands and transferring them into one iron grip his other hand snaked down to the hem of the nightgown she wore, before slowing pulling it up, his hand stroking her leg as it reached ever higher. Amelia sobbed and shook her head in denial. "Get off me, please," she whispered her voice breaking with another sob. Marlen looked down meeting her gaze with a satisfied grin, but his smile melted as he felt the cool edge of a blade against his neck. "I would do as the lady said if you wish to continue breathing," a voice said harshly in his ear. Amelia heard that familiar voice and she looked up and into the eyes of her beloved. "Boromir," she said, and the way she uttered his name told the Steward's son of the relief she felt upon seeing him, and the love she held for him in her heart. "I am here my beloved. You are safe now," he said with a calm that reassured. "You think you are safe? I would not be too sure, it may be far harder to make your escape from here as you had thought," Marlen said sneering. Boromir gave a short laugh and tossed his cloak over to Amelia to cover herself with. "If you are speaking of your pet sorcerer then fear not, for we have come to deal with him too, if you like, the two of you can share a cell together in the palace dungeons, for that is where you are headed," Boromir stated with a great sense of satisfaction, and raising his sword he brought the hilt down onto the back of Marlen's head knocking the man unconscious. Boromir then took the time to carefully observe his love, taking a step forward and holding out a hesitant hand. "Are you well my love?" he asked. Amelia gave a short cry and launched herself at his chest, sobbing as she allowed the horrors of the last few days to catch up with her. Boromir held her tightly, offering her his unspoken devotion and love. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Verius quickly ran through the palace corridors aware that he was being hunted. The magical barriers and early warning signals he had placed throughout the manor were being tripped and torn away all around him, and he knew that he faced magic users, magic users who were baying for his blood. His only chance now was to take a hostage. A hostage so powerful that no one would dare move against him. He reached his goal a moment later and threw the door open. Legolas looked up in fear as the door flew open. Verius was back, but something was different this time. The sorcerer looked hunted, a tic in his cheek betraying his nervousness. The sorcerer strode over to the Prince grasping the elf's hair to drag him up. "Let him go," a voice filled with murderous fury spoke from the doorway causing the sorcerer to start and swiftly pull the elf before him. Legolas felt his heart soar with hope as he looked to the doorway and saw Aragorn advancing slowly, his sword stretched out in front of him. "Stay back, or I shall slit his throat," the sorcerer said warningly, and Legolas felt a sharp blade placed against his throat, Verius pulling his hair back to stretch his neck. Aragorn instantly froze his sword dipping slightly as he took in his vulnerable lover, and the wild almost desperate look in the sorcerer's eyes. The young King heard footsteps and movement behind and suddenly Thranduil burst into the room followed closely by Galadriel and Mithrandir. Legolas gasped as Verius pulled his hair more tightly and the blade pressed deeper into his skin, he felt the skin break and a small trickle of blood escape to trail down his neck and onto his chest. "Stay back," Aragorn yelled to the others. Thranduil growled with rage as he saw his son naked and bruised held hostage against them. "You would be wise to free him now dark one," he stated, the force of his fury felt even though the words were uttered softly. Verius laughed, the light of madness shining brightly now in his eyes. "But the little Prince does not wish to return to you, he has found new happiness in my embrace," he said and he suddenly wrenched Legolas' head back before grounding his lips against the Prince's. Legolas did not dare struggle as the knife pressed against his skin as a reminder, and he dimly heard Aragorn and his father yelling in the background. When the sorcerer released his mouth he looked up to see Thranduil holding back Aragorn as his husband struggled against the elf's hold, his eyes promising murder. "Release him," Galadriel said softly as she stepped forward, and Legolas was surprised to see her in normal elven leathers as opposed to the gowns she usually wore. Verius snorted in disbelief as he took in her pale and fragile appearance. "You would be wise to heed her," Mithrandir said, as he took stepped forward. The sorcerer laughed. "How exactly do you plan to force me? A she elf and an old man? You are no match for my power, I have lived for over three thousand years, honing my skills until they are without match." Galadriel smiled gently as she gazed at the dark lord. "Young one, my husband and I were celebrating the birth of our daughter millennia before your own parents had come into this world, and Mithrandir is even older than I." Verius' face lost its smile as he realised for the first time who it was he faced. "It matters not whether you are new to your powers or not, you still could do nothing with enough to haste to stop from taking his life and the life of the child he carries. Allow me to leave with him, and I swear I will release him to safety once we have left the estate." "No, you will take him nowhere," Aragorn cried out desperately. A low moan came suddenly from the elven Prince, and all eyes turned towards him, Verius loosening his grip on the knife as he looked down at the elf. Pain was clearly etched on the delicate features of the Prince, and his free hand clasped his stomach. "Legolas what ails you my son?" Thranduil asked with deep concern. The young elf's gaze rose first to meet his father's and then moved to Aragorn. "T'is the babe," he said softly, pain lacing his voice. "I think it is coming." "Then it appears we have no more time to waste," Mithrandir said matter of factly and he and Galadriel focused their attention on the sorcerer. "You have one more chance dark one, release Legolas and we may be lenient at the time of your trial, for be assured you shall be tried for the crimes you have committed both against the people imprisoned within this estate, and for crimes carried out in the past." "I will face no trial wizard," Verius hissed suddenly, and without warning his grip tightened on the knife as he bought pressure to bear upon the neck of the Prince. His wrist twitched as it moved to slit the Prince's throat but nothing happened. Galadriel reached out and joined her hand with Mithrandir's, strengthening each other's magic through the connection that touching wrought. They weaved a delicate web of magic that weaved itself around the sorcerer and attempted to bind itself to him, yet their attempts were failing as Verius attempted to access his own magic and disrupt their spell. The magic began to falter, the web beginning to unravel itself when another hand joined theirs. Not for many millennia had the three Elven rings of power been used in concert, and now they were wielded as an effective tool as the web once more took shape and began to merge into the sorcerer's form, sealing itself to his aura. Verius screamed in fury as his magical talent was ripped from his grasp. Aragorn moved forward whilst the sorcerer's attention was focused inwards, and pulled the knife free of his grasp before gently disentangling his husband’s hair from the dark lord's grasp. Once free Legolas backed away from both the sorcerer and his husband, curling onto his side and moaning as again the muscles in his belly spasmed. Aragorn moved forward to offer support to his husband but Elrond stopped him. "Aragorn, bind the sorcerer, tightly. We do not wish him to escape once we release him." The young king nodded distractedly glancing around the room for something with which to use as bindings. Finally he resorted to tearing strips from the bed sheets, and he felt some sense of satisfaction as he bound and gagged the sorcerer. Whilst Aragorn saw to that task Elrond approached the young elf still laying curled up in pain on the bed. He noticed the manacle that was still attached to the Prince's wrist and he gently took Legolas' arm so that he might look more closely at the mithril wrought cuff. He frowned as he saw that there was no opening on the metal. "Mithrandir, please look at this," he said calling the Istari to his side leaving Galadriel to maintain a magical grip on the sorcerer with Aragorn torn between watching his enemy and seeing how they progressed with freeing his husband. Verius glared in malevolent satisfaction as the elf and wizard examined the metal imprisoning the Prince. "Hmm, I fear we will have to leave the manacle in place until we return to the palace and the Prince has given birth, the situation is much too pressing for us to waste time now, I suggest we simply remove the chain from the wall," Mithrandir said and Elrond nodded in agreement. The Lore Master climbed onto the bed behind Legolas covering the Prince with his own body. The wizard raised his staff pointing it at the wall uttering a few words recognisable only to the other ring bearers. The wall suddenly exploded around the place where the chain was joined to wall, splinters of rock flying everywhere. When the dust settled they saw that the chain had come free. "Come now, we must work quickly, Legolas can you walk?" Elrond said as he moved from his covering position brushing dust and flakes of rock from his clothing. Legolas raised his head, his lips pursed tightly but nodded. He used one hand to clutch at his stomach and the other to help drag himself to the edge of the bed. "Wait," Aragorn said suddenly, and he removed his long cloak before gently wrapping around the stiff shoulders of his husband. "Very well, then let us depart swiftly," Elrond said. "Wait!" Legolas exclaimed suddenly. "What is it? What's wrong?" Aragorn asked, a frown of concern ageing his features. "What about the others, Amelia, the halflings, the women Verius took captive, and Lord Fenner?" the Elven Prince asked. "Do not worry little one, anyone who is left here shall be liberated and brought back to the city so that we might assist them," Mithrandir said reassuringly, and Legolas nodded. Elrond held out a hand and Legolas took it gratefully allowing the healer to assist him to his feet. He stood swaying and took a moment to compose himself. He took the chain that was still attached to the manacle, wrapping it around his arm with an expression of distaste, and then he took a step forward. "Thranduil," Galadriel's melodious voice rang out. "Would you please assist me in guarding our prisoner, I am releasing him from my magic so that he might walk." The Mirkwood King nodded and unsheathed his sword before pointedly prodding the dark lord in the back. "Move," he commanded in a venom filled voice. Verius decided it would be wise to obey, and with Galadriel and Thranduil leading the prisoner out first the party made their way from the room. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aragorn hovered around his husband who was stubbornly insisting on walking without aid even though he walked in a hunched waddle when the contractions of his womb came upon him. Elrond walked at his side ready to provide any aid required, but when the Prince finally stumbled in the midst of a spasm, moaning quietly in pain the young King decided that enough was enough. Ignoring Legolas' protests he scooped his husband up into his arms and carried the Prince through the corridors. After his initial anger at being treated like a child Legolas relaxed into the arms of his husband, allowing Aragorn to offer his strength whilst he concentrated on riding out the pain. The young man himself was grateful that he could do this much for his beloved, and was startled at how little Legolas, even with the babe inside him actually weighed. Part of him understood that this was an elven attribute that allowed them to walk through tree branches without fear, or to walk across the surface of snow without sinking so much as a finger span, and yet the other part of him howled quietly in rage at the obvious mistreatment of his husband. It was not long before they reached the main entrance hall, which was now a hive of activity. Elves and men moved about with purpose and Legolas saw many of Marlen and Verius' captives being offered comfort and support, then his eyes alighted on Lady Garrett. "Amelia," he called out in relief, and saw the lady turn her head from where it rested against Boromir's shoulder. When she saw who had called her, she exclaimed in startled delight and ran over to the Elf Prince. "Legolas, I am so pleased to see you. But what has happened, why can you not walk, what did the sorcerer do to you?" she questioned, her eyes troubled. Legolas forced a reassuring smile to his face. "T'is okay, rescue arrived in time to prevent the sorcerer from causing me any harm, but I fear that my child has decided that it wishes to be born at this time. But what about you, did Marlen...?" Amelia shook her head firmly. "Nay, he almost...," she paused and composed herself before continuing. "But Boromir arrived in time and saved me. Marlen has been taken prisoner." "As has Verius," Aragorn said, his eyes meeting Boromir's, and the cousins shared a look of relief at the knowledge that there timing had been most fortuitous to prevent harm from occurring to their loved ones. A stiffening on his beloved's body and a restrained moan reminded him that time was now of the essence. "Worry not, my love," he said softly. "We shall have you home in no time at all. All will be well." "Come," Elrond said ushering them outside. "The eagles await us, and will fly us swiftly back to the city. We should be there in the space of a few candle marks, and we can have Legolas within his bower." Aragorn nodded and made his way quickly outside to where the giant eagles were perched on every available space. Whistling sharply Elrond called on of the eagles, and with a graceful swoop and a soft rush of air from his great wings the eagle landed before them, casting its sharp eyes upon them. The Lord of Rivendell then turned back to his son. "I fear there is little I can do to slow down the process. You will ride with him my son, offer him your support and when you land take him directly to the bower without any delays. I will be landing just after you and will meet you there." Aragorn nodded and handed Legolas over to his foster father so that he could mount first, then the Eldar passed the Prince back up to the young man and Aragorn made sure that Legolas was secure in his arms before signalling to the eagle that he was ready. Elrond whispered a few words to the eagle before standing back and allowing the giant bird to lift off with a powerful jump and the lifting of his great feathered wings. Legolas moaned within his arms and Aragorn held him more tightly. "Do not fear my love, we will be home soon." "Aragorn," Legolas whispered, his eyes half lidded and his face a study in concentration as he tried to ride the pain the labour pains brought on. The contraction passed and Legolas allowed himself to relax a little snuggling unconsciously closer in his husband’s arms. He raised his intense blue gaze up to meet the anxious one of his mate. "I fear we may not be in time," he admitted. "What do you mean?" the young king asked, his anxiety rising. "The labour must have started some time ago, we may not reach the bower in time for me to give birth." Aragorn shook his head in denial, but Legolas stubbornly pressed on. "If we do not, I will give all my strength to ensure that this child is born." "No!" Aragorn said in anger. "I shall not let you do it." Legolas smiled, "You do not have a choice my love. It will be my final gift to this child, to give it life, and you will care for it, give it enough love for us both. Our father's will help but you must promise me, that the child will be taught of it's elven heritage even though it may be heir to your throne." Tears formed and escaped from the man's eyes, trailing down his face in silvery streaks as the moon shone directly upon them. "I ask you not to speak this way," he said in anguish. A soft hand rose to stroke away the tears. "Forgive me my love. I would not distress you, but I fear it must be said now whilst there is still time." Another contraction came upon the Prince, and he moaned, his body tensing with the effort to fight the pain and delay the inevitable. Aragorn could do nothing save whisper words of encouragement and love to his mate and hold him tightly, wishing that it were he in the position instead. It was not until halfway home that, whilst trying to soothe his husband by rubbing slowly across the swollen belly that he discovered the wetness beneath the cloak. Legolas was engaged in another battle against the pain, so Aragorn pulled the cloak gently aside. He gasped in shock at the sight that met him. "Aragorn?" Legolas queried, his voice tired. Aragorn looked reluctantly at the Elven Prince. "What is it?" the elf asked. "You are bleeding," Aragorn said heavily. Legolas nodded in weary resignation. "It is the birthing passage, it has begun to form. It will not be long now until the child is born." "We will make it," Aragorn said fiercely, but his mate simply smiled gently. The bleeding continued as they flew back to the city. Aragorn had called out the great eagle repeatedly urging him to hurry, and as Aragorn checked his lover's body again he noticed that beneath the bleeding he could see a widening hole forming at the bottom of the elf's belly. "Just hold on a little longer my love," he said softly attempting to staunch the bleeding with the cloak, however he received no response. "Legolas?" he said again and looked up at his mate. Empty glazed eyes looked back at him. Chapter 27 After recovering from his initial panicked despair Aragorn realised that Legolas had only fallen into unconsciousness, the stress upon his body finally too much for him to bear, and it was with a huge sense of relief that Aragorn spotted the roaring flames from the signal fires of the city's watchtowers. The giant eagle began to swoop down towards the city, and Aragorn saw that they would not land outside the walls as he had first thought, the bird instead headed towards the palace gardens and gently the eagle landed on the large lawn outside the palace itself. Aragorn then tried to work out how he could get himself and Legolas down safely when a gust of air made him look up and he saw that another eagle was landing. Lord Elrond quickly jumped from the back of his mount along with King Thranduil and the two elves ran swiftly over to the other eagle. Thranduil simply held out his arms and Aragorn gently lowered the unconscious form of his husband into the older elf's arms, and the young man made no argument as the Mirkwood king turned and ran swiftly through the gardens to the bower tree, before jumping from the giant bird's back, offering words of thanks and running after the elf king, Elrond at his side. They arrived at the small clearing where the ancient tree stood, and as the boughs began to form the bower Elrond took the opportunity to examine the young Prince. He saw the opening within the Prince's body and he looked up frowning. "His strength is little, we may already be too late," he said sadly. "No, I will not accept that," Aragorn said hotly shaking his head in denial. "We can place him in the bower, you said that the magic would heal him," he added casting a desperate look at the Prince's father. Tears formed in the elf king's eyes. "Aye, but it may not be enough to save him, he is fading and has little strength with which to give birth, that process itself may kill him." Aragorn shook his head again and looking up at the tree he saw that the bower had formed. An idea came to him and ignoring the startled exclamations of the two elves he took Legolas into his arms and strode towards the bower, but instead of placing Legolas within and moving back, the young King climbed into the bower with his husband. Thranduil and Elrond tried to call him back moving quickly to the tree, but the bower had already begun to close. "If he does not have strength enough of his own, then he shall have mine as well," Aragorn called out. Elrond looked at Thranduil, and saw his own despair mixed with a small amount of hope mirrored there, and they sat waiting. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aragorn watched torn between fascination, as the trees boughs closed around himself and Legolas, and his growing concern for the elf who had not yet roused. "Legolas," he said and gently shook the elven Prince. "Awake my love, you are safe now within your bower." He took one of the elf's cold hands within his own holding it to his chest as his other hand gently stroked the Prince's head. "Legolas, please. Open your sight to me." A soft sigh and a flicker of eyelashes gave Aragorn renewed hope and he watched as Legolas roused himself from his unconscious state. Blue eyes wandered aimlessly at first, confused, but then they alighted upon Aragorn and the confusion cleared joined by a soft smile. "Aragorn," Legolas sighed. With more lucidity this time the elf Prince cast his gaze upon their surroundings. "We are home?" he asked. Aragorn nodded smiling and kissing the hand he held. "Yes, and now we must be strong, we must bring this child into the world and then heal you." Legolas nodded and his eyes glazed a little. "Legolas!" Aragorn called sharply. The blue eyes cleared and met his own. "T'is well Aragorn, I am linking with the tree now, it will offer me strength enough to do deliver this child." Aragorn nodded relieved and missed the fact that Legolas had not spoken of the tree's strength being sufficient to heal him after the birth. Instead he focussed upon his mate who moaned again as a contraction swept over him. He felt a tickle in his mind, similar to when he and Legolas had wedded, the tickle grew stronger and he had a sudden sensation of not being alone within his own mind. As the full force of the link swept over Legolas, Aragorn's elven blood pulled him into the magic, which expressed itself in the form of feelings. He gasped in astonishment as he felt the bond that had formed between his elf and nature itself with the tree acting as the conduit, and yet Aragorn was aware that his half-elven blood allowed him only to sit on the edges of the link without fully submerging into its wonders, but it was still wondrous. Emotions swept through Aragorn, and he realised that they came from Legolas, from the child, and from every living thing around them, and tears formed in the King's eyes as he felt some small measure of what it was to be Elven, and sorrow for the fact that once this experience was over his ability to feel the things around him would diminish and be only slightly more heightened than that of a normal man once more. He sensed then his child. As it came closer to it's birth its senses grew sharper and Aragorn could feel it reaching out, first to himself in curiosity and then latching itself onto Legolas so that it might assist it's parent in the birth. Legolas instinctively allowed the child's consciousness to bond with him, and he showed it the link with nature, explaining with feelings that the child would soon become part of this vast world where everything was linked, and the child under the love and tutelage of its elven parent gently reached out to link with the tree. Aragorn observed in silent amazement as hours passed by and the gentle caress of the conduit slowly allowed the child sink into the link letting it feel and become one with all that was living, and yet his human eyes still saw what was before him, Legolas laying within the bower his face appearing more peaceful now as the natural bond took away his pain. The opening beneath his stomach had grown in size and was still bleeding, but even more amazing to Aragorn was the sight of the child moving within Legolas' belly. Aragorn was glad that Legolas no longer seemed to feel the pain because he was felt that the way the child seemed to writhe within the Prince would surely hurt. The small mass of the child seemed to move downwards towards the opening, and Aragorn's split senses detected the child moving away from the bond again now, and with Legolas' guidance was trying to birth itself. Aragorn watched as Legolas' face became a mask of concentration, his hand unknowingly gripping Aragorn's tightly as he attempted to use his muscles to push the child forward towards the opening. There was a sudden gush of clear liquid that emptied itself from the womb and Aragon caught sight of a thatch of dark hair just within the opening. He raised startled eyes to his husbands face, and was met with blue eyes that shone brightly with love, a tender smile wreathing the Prince's face. With a final push the head and shoulders of the child emerged and Aragorn released Legolas' hand from his own to pull the child gently free of the birthing canal. He raised the wrinkled, wet bundle that was his son and examined him carefully. The babe was perfectly formed, five little fingers and toes were counted. His ears were like that of a man save for the slight curling of the tips into a point, and a mass of dark hair lay matted against his skull by the fluid from the womb. Aragorn's heart clenched suddenly as a bright pair of blue eyes opened to the world for the first time. The babe's gaze seemed to meet his own in understanding and his tiny lips seemed to form a small smile of satisfaction. Aragorn turned the babe and placed him onto Legolas' chest allowing the elf to look upon his child for the first time, whilst he took out a small knife from his belt and cut the cord that connected the babe to its father. The Elven Prince's face was lined with fatigue and pain but he smiled at the child, and the smile was one of unadulterated love. In the back of his mind Aragorn was aware that the elf's bond with the tree was still there but the bond was fading. Legolas raised one weary hand and tenderly stroked the child's cheek before raising that hand to cup Aragorn's face. "I love you," he whispered tiredly and his eyes closed, his arm falling limply to his side, a soft smile on his face. Almost too late Aragorn realised that Legolas was saying goodbye, that he was fading and was unable to maintain the bond with nature, which would enable him to heal. He sensed the Prince's passing with every second as the bond continued to diminish, the babe upon the elf's breast also felt the change and let out a cry. "No!" Aragorn screamed, tears running freely down his face and falling onto the still form of the elf beneath him, the child continuing to cry helplessly. Feeling the diminishing link Aragorn instinctively reached out with mental hands to grasp it, using his tentative hold on the magic to pour his strength into the link, and through that to his mate who lay dying. He was not aware of time passing, only his own growing weakness as his strength was sapped, yet still Legolas did not rouse. His grip on the magical link suddenly slipped, and in a panic he tried to grasp it again. He almost failed but he was suddenly aware of another presence that joined him and leant his strength into the link, and then that presence was joined by another and another until Aragorn felt himself surrounded by familiar souls. The babe quietened as it felt all the spirits joined together in an effort to save its parents. Legolas' eyes suddenly flew open and his mouth opened, drawing in a breath like one who had not partaken of air in a long time before his eyes slowly glazed over and Legolas lay back in peace. Aragorn felt the spirits of those who had leant their aid draw away and the link slowly slipped away. The branches surrounding the small family began to open and Aragorn cast his gaze around in astonishment at the crowd of elven faces now gathered around the bower. More tears trickled down his cheeks and he watched numbly as his own father approached with Thranduil and Lord Denethor who looked to have aged ten years since Aragorn had seen him last. "All is well my son, Legolas is simply resting, as should you. You came dangerously close to death young one," Elrond said disapprovingly. Aragorn blinked in slow confusion, his gaze slipped down to take in the sight of his husband. Blood surrounded him and a gory mass lay between his legs that Aragorn saw was the afterbirth, but the opening in his belly, and the bruises from Verius' mistreatment had been healed and Legolas' eyes were glazed in sleep. His gaze then drifted to the babe that lay still upon the Prince's breast. The young King reached out and gently picked up the babe settling him comfortably within the circle of his arms, before looking up again at the two elven lords. "My son," he said with a tired smile. Elrond smiled. "Yes Aragorn, your son. Now come, you all must rest, allow us to take care of everything else for you." Aragorn looked from the babe in his arms to his sleeping mate torn as to what he should do. Thranduil saw his dilemma and stepped forward before tenderly lifting his own son into his arms. "Worry not young one, I will carry Legolas, and you may carry your son. We shall take you all to your chambers where you can all sleep together." Aragorn nodded and allowed himself to be helped from the bower before being escorted by his father to the Royal chambers. He watched as Legolas was gently bathed and patted dry before being placed under the warm covers of the bed. He made a distressed noise as Thranduil took his son from his arms, but then his own father was there helping him from his clothes before he was washed down gently, much as Elrond had when he was a babe. He was pushed over to the bed and tucked under the covers before the newly cleaned babe was settled between himself and Legolas. Elrond and Thranduil watched with shared amusement and relief as Aragorn's heavy eyelids finally dropped and he fell into slumber. "That was far too close," Thranduil said with a heartfelt sigh. "I never wish to see my son that close to Mandos' halls again." "Indeed, yet I wonder how it was you have kept him so far from the Halls of Mandos in the past. Never have I met an elf with such a talent for finding trouble." The Rivendell Lord said dryly. Thranduil chuckled. "It has been a trial, in fact I very much look forward to the time that Legolas comes to me to complain about the trouble his own son manages to find himself in, for I have no doubt that my new grandson will be more than a handful." Laughing lightly the two elven lords left the small family to rest. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Legolas frowned in his sleep as something pulled at his hair, ignoring the sensation the weary elf allowed himself to sink back into the dreamscape, yet the tug persisted. With a mental sigh Legolas allowed his mind to focus on his current surroundings. His eyes focussed and he gazed around in surprise. How had he arrived here? The tug came again and Legolas turned to what was causing it. His gaze met an identical pair of bright blue eyes looking steadily back at him, and Legolas' memories came back to him. This was the life for which he had fought so hard, giving the last of his own strength to provide it with life. But then that begged the question of how he had survived. He recalled Aragorn within the bower and the babe upon his breast, but he knew that he had been fading, moving closer to Mandos' Halls, so how then was he here lying in the bed he shared with his husband, with their new babe beside him. Legolas looked up from the babe and saw that Aragorn also lay within the bed, his mouth open slightly as he slept. Legolas' confusion deepened. He would have thought the past few days a nightmare had he not the evidence of his own child before his eyes. "T'is a puzzle," he said softly to the baby, and then smiled as the child seemed to grin toothlessly at him. He shifted within the bed, wincing as his body protested at the movement, but he finally settled himself into a position on his side where he could examine his child more closely. Someone had cleaned the baby and its hair lay in a soft, silky dark mop atop its head. He reached out a gentle finger to stroke it and the baby curled into the touch eagerly making small sounds of satisfaction. "I see you have become acquainted with our son," Aragorn's voice said softly from the other side of the babe and Legolas raised a startled gaze to meet that of his husband. "Our son? I had not thought to check yet," he said softly and turned his attention back to the baby. "My son," he murmured and leaned forward to place a kiss upon the child's brow. "But what are we to call you little one?" "He is more elven than I am, and will be your heir long after he has passed the throne of Gondor onto his own children. I thought that something Elven would be appropriate," Aragorn offered. "Yet he is as much your son as he is mine," Legolas corrected gently. "Perhaps Elessarion would be a good name for you little one, what do you think?" The baby cooed softly his little legs kicking outwards, arms waving. Aragorn laughed. "I think he likes it. Very well Elessarion Telcontar you shall be." A knock at the door made them both look up. "Come in," Aragorn called out. The door opened and Thranduil entered carrying a tray followed by Elrond also laden with a tray. "We were alerted that voices were heard within your chambers and assumed that you had finally stirred," the Lord of Rivendell said gently as he and the Mirkwood king lay down their trays. "How long have we been sleeping?" Aragorn queried. "For a half day, you arrived back at the palace last night, and it is now after midday of the following day. How do you fare my son?" The dark haired elf queried of his half- elven foster son. Aragorn frowned. "I feel well. I slept without waking I think, but then I sensed Legolas stir and it roused me," he explained. Elrond nodded. "That is to be expected. You joined the link that Legolas had formed with his bower and this in turn connected you to both Legolas and the babe. You may find increased sensitivity to their moods although this may fade with time, and you Prince Legolas how are you feeling?" Legolas looked up smiling. "I feel fully recovered Lord Elrond." The young Prince caught his father's stern glance and he squirmed slightly. "I am perhaps still a little sore," he admitted in a soft voice. "On a Legolas scale of pain, I would read that to be very sore indeed," Thranduil said with a disapproving glance at his son whose expression turned slightly sullen. "I see," Elrond said with an understanding smile. "Perhaps if Aragorn would like to take your son..." "Elessarion," Aragorn interrupted swiftly. Elrond smiled again. "Elessarion, a fine choice. Well if Aragorn would like to take Elessarion over to the window seat I can examine Legolas and make sure that healing was complete." Legolas scowled as Aragorn obediently took the baby, wrapping him delicately in a soft warm blanket before settling himself in the window seat talking softly to the child whose eyes watched the proceedings with a wisdom that seemed strange to the young man, in one just born. Elrond looked down at the Prince who had the covers pulled defensively up to his chin. "Little one," Thranduil said in a warning tone, and Legolas sighed in frustration as he released his hold on the covers. "I am perfectly fine," he said as Elrond pulled the covers away from him. The Elven healer cast a quick cursory glance over the Prince's body before his hand gently found the spot from which Elessarion had been born. He glanced up sharply as Legolas hissed when pressure was applied to the healed skin. His eyes questioned the Prince. "It hurts but feels more like a fresh bruise does," he admitted in a quiet voice not wishing to alarm his husband. Elrond nodded. "T'is fine then. Much magical energy was expended last night in bringing you back from the brink of death, it is to be expected that it could not fully heal you, yet there is no real damage that won't repair itself with bed rest for the next day or two." "Two days," Legolas squeaked. "I cannot stay in here for that long," he protested. "You can and you will little one, if I have to sit on you myself. Or better yet I will send Celdarion, he always seemed to find some way to restrain you," the Mirkwood king mused. The colour drained away from Legolas' face. "Father... when we were attacked... I fear Celdarion did not survive," he said sadly, his grief rising at the thought of his noble friend. "Easy my son, we found Celdarion. He was at death's door but Elrond and Galadriel managed to stabilise him, and even now he lies resting in the healer's halls." Legolas was silent for a moment, his eyes closed in deep relief, and then he directed his brilliant blue gaze upon the older elves. "It appears that much has happened since Amelia and I were taken captive. Perhaps you can explain it to me," he said. Elrond nodded. "Very well, but first you and Aragorn must eat. You need to recover your strength." Legolas allowed his father and Elrond to assist his tired aching body into a seated position. Aragorn moved over to the bed to join them, and Legolas held out his arms to take possession of the baby. A tinkling sound drew his attention to his arm and he was reminded for the first time since his captivity that the mithril wrought chain and manacle were still attached to him. He frowned. "I wish for this chain to be removed as soon as possible. I will not let this evil thing touch my child," he declared looking at Aragorn. "I think it best if we call for Mithrandir immediately. I am sure he will have some solution as to how we remove this thing." Elrond explained. Legolas nodded and held out his free arm to Aragorn who placed Elessarion gently into the Elven Prince's unchained arm, before settling himself at his husband's side his arm placed around Legolas' shoulder offering unspoken support. The young elf looked down into his son's eyes and smiled. "You are beautiful Elessarion," he said softly to the child and the baby looked back at him solemnly. Legolas settled the baby more securely against him and Elessarion snuggled against the warmth of his parent, his eyes glazing as he fell into sleep. Legolas caught his father's proud smile and returned it with one of his own. "You have done well little one," Thranduil said softly, his hand gently stroking Legolas' head. He will make you a fine heir." "Yes he will," Legolas said softly gazing down in besotted fascination at his newborn son. Aragorn looked to his foster father. "Father, Elessarion opened his eyes shortly after his birth, and he always looks at me as though he is aware of everything that happens around him. I have not seen any human child do this... did something happen during the birth to... affect him?" the young man questioned worriedly. Elrond chuckled. "Nay my son, he is perfectly healthy as far as I can tell. All elven babies are born in this way. They are already in touch with the world when they are born and their eyes will always reflect the wisdom of the firstborn. There may be much about Elessarion that will differ from the children of men as he grows, but be assured he is perfectly normal." "And how are we to feed Elessarion, as you can see, Legolas does not have the body of a woman. There are no breasts filled with milk," Aragorn said, flushing at the amused looks of the older elves. "Is that a complaint?" Legolas asked dryly. "No, of course not," the young man said hastily to placate his husband. "Have pity Legolas," Thranduil said laughing. "It is a valid question. Our women do breast feed, and so the pregnancy is often easier on them because they can provide for the child after birth. For a male many of the nutrients the child requires will be taken from the parent during the last few months of the pregnancy, which is why Legolas would have tired far more easily. Once the child has been born we usually provide it with clear spring water and fruit juices. The elves have come to fashion a form of container that will allow the child to suck from it in the fashion of a female's breast. We have bought some of these bottles for Legolas' use, and I'm sure you can arrange the procurement of fresh water and fruit juice Aragorn." Aragorn nodded. "I shall see to it that a bountiful supply is immediately gathered and is until such time as Elessarion begins to eat food himself." "Enough talking eat now," Elrond said bringing forth some food. "And then we shall all catch up with each other's version of events. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ They had almost finished their meal when there came a knock at the door. "Enter," Aragorn called out, and was surprised when he saw a pointed hat appear around the door followed by the rest of Mithrandir. The wizard carried a small bottle of juice, which he placed on the side before approaching the assembled family smiling. "Mithrandir," Legolas exclaimed, his eyes lighting in hope. "Prince Legolas. It is good to see you looking more yourself again," the Istari said. He peered down at the small baby that lay within Legolas' gentle embrace. "May I?" he enquired politely and the elven Prince allowed the wizard to take the child from him, before gently cradling the baby within his own arms. "Have you named him?" he asked. Legolas nodded and shared a look with his husband. "We have decided to call him Elessarion," he replied. "Ho hmmm," the wizard chuckled. "A very fine name indeed. He is a very beautiful child young Prince," Mithrandir said looking down with tender eyes. Elessarion stirred within his hold and the blue gaze so much like that of his father cleared before focussing on the bearded wizard peering down at him. The baby blinked as he regarded this new person, and the old man smiled once again. "I can see now that you will be a force to be reckoned with little one, much like your parents before you," he said softly to the child and the babe's grandparents shared a smile at that statement. Mithrandir turned suddenly gently handing the baby to Thranduil. "Now, I am here to see about a chain," he said addressing the elven Prince. Legolas nodded gratefully. "Please Mithrandir, I can bear its touch no longer. Remove it from me I beg of you." "Hmm now, fear not young one, we'll sort this out for you, then you may focus on your recovery. Word has spread already about your abduction and return, but of course the biggest news is the birth of the new Prince." The wizard approached the bed seating himself comfortably before gently taking the arm that was still manacled by the mithril and examining it closely. "Much of the magic used in the binding has dissipated now that Verius no longer has access to his talents," the Istari explained, missing Legolas' flinch at the mention of the dark lord. "I believe that it should be easier to remove the manacle now." The bearded wizard placed both hands on the manacle focussing his powers into disrupting the spell and making it release the Prince. Legolas felt nothing as the wizard tested his wits against the spell but slowly he felt a slight tightening and growing warmth coming from the manacle. He cast a concerned glance up at the wizard who was oblivious. The tightening continued until the manacle began to pinch at his flesh. He hissed in pain at the metal seemed to heat almost to burning point. "What is it?" Elrond asked noticing the Prince's discomfort. "It burns, and squeezes me, ai!" he cried out suddenly as the manacle started to glow and he felt the skin beneath it begin to burn. "What's happening?" Aragorn queried. "The spell protecting the metal is attempting to fight Mithrandir and is inflicting pain on Legolas to force the invasion of magic to stop." Elrond explained. "Then why does he not stop?" Aragorn cried, noticing the sweat forming on the brow of his beloved. "He cannot my son. To admit defeat now means that Legolas would be forced to wear this sign of his imprisonment for the rest of his life. If Mithrandir cannot break this spell no one can," the elven lore master explained. Another cry of pain escaped Legolas lips and those watching saw small trickles of blood escape from the edge of the manacle. "Aragorn, make it stop," Legolas hissed, but the young King was helpless to intercede. Murmuring now came from the focussed wizard and it grew in its intensity until with a sudden scream of pain from Legolas and bellow of rage from the wizard the manacle split. Elrond immediately dashed forward to bind the damaged wrist of the Prince. Legolas sank back against the cushions panting. Small tears worked their way free of his eyes and he looked at the wizard who now sat back, lines of exhaustion marring his usually jovial face. "You have my eternal gratitude Mithrandir," Legolas said finally. Mithrandir chuckled. "I am quite sure that I do not need that burden hanging over my head for the rest of eternity, however you can repay me by attempting not to find yourself in anymore troublesome spots in the future." Everyone chuckled at that, and for the first time since the birth of his son, Legolas could embrace his new offspring with both arms. End of part 27 Chapter 28 After stories had been exchanged and both Legolas and the baby fed, Aragorn had left his husband in a healing slumber, Elessarion still nestled within his arms. The young King could not help thinking that the elf's explanation of the events during his captivity had been rather short and unrevealing but he would deal with that later. Now that he was awake and rested he wanted to find out what the fallout from their raid on Lord Marlen's estate had been. He knew that some people had been taken prisoner, and others had been taken into protective custody until it could be decided whether their stay at the estate had been voluntary or not. He made his way to his council rooms where he was meeting his father and Lord Denethor. When he arrived he saw that they were not alone, Thranduil, Galadriel and Lord Celeborn also sat waiting for him, along with his cousin Boromir. Nodding to them all he sat himself down behind his large desk. "Boromir, how is Amelia?" he asked immediately, concern for the young lady lacing his voice. "As well as can be expected. She was not really harmed physically but she is feeling very fragile at present." The stewards son sighed and Aragorn nodded in understanding. "I hear that I must congratulate you on the birth of your son," Boromir added smiling now. "How does Legolas and the new babe fare?" Aragorn could not stop the grin that spread across his face. "We have called him Elessarion, and he is beautiful. He has my hair but his features and eyes take after Legolas, you must see him later. As for Legolas..." Aragorn paused and a shadow crossed his face. "As with Amelia, physically there is very little damage although that was simply because he was healed in his bower. Had we arrived any later than we did in our rescue and I fear that things would not be the same, even so I worry for his emotional health. He does not speak much of his captivity and I cannot help but think that in the long term this will be unhealthy. However, now is not the time to speak of such things. Uncle, you have a report for me based on our findings at Marlen's estate?" Denethor nodded. "Indeed, first and most grave indeed, we recovered fourteen women who had been held captive and obviously... violated during their captivity, all of whom are in various stages of pregnancy. Unfortunately during the rescue, three other women took the opportunity to end their own lives. We took all of the staff who worked at the estate, including Marlen's personal guards, we will question them all to ascertain their complicity in these foul deeds. We also recovered four strange little creatures who insist they are Hobbits of the Shire enslaved by the sorcerer some years ago. We will have to verify this of course, but I cannot make myself believe that creatures that are so small and child like could be voluntarily embroiled in foul deeds." "Indeed, we at Rivendell have met these hobbits before, and they are simple folk who do not think of life at all beyond their own borders," Elrond explained. Aragorn nodded in response to his foster father's comments and turned his attention back to the steward as Denethor continued to outline the actions they had taken to secure the estate. "Very well," he said finally. "I shall place you in charge of the questioning uncle, I trust your opinion, and any that you believe innocent are to be set free and returned home if that is their wish. As for the women I think it best if we house them here in the palace for the time being. We should speak to them all, find out if they have families who can take them back, find out what they plan to do with any offspring they give birth to." "Yet we still have not addressed what should be done with the sorcerer and Lord Marlen." Thranduil stated, his voice cool but his eyes glowing with a hate so intense that Aragorn caught his breath and could not hold his father-in-laws gaze. "The sorcerer's powers have been neutralised, he will never again have access to them," Galadriel pointed out softly. "As King you must be seen to be just, they must each face a trial to be judged by their peers, for you would be viewed as biased my son," Elrond said, noting Aragorn's jaw tighten in anger. "I know!" the young man exclaimed. "Yet what are we to do with them after the trial? What is the maximum sentence that we can impose? For myself I confess I would wish them sentenced to death, for neither of them has done ought but evil with their lives." "Yet as an old friend once said to me, many that live deserve death, and some that die deserve life. You are a King now my son, you have the power of life or death over your subjects and that is why you must think all the more before ordering the end of someone's existence. Deserving or not, you cannot give it back once taken away," Elrond pointed out. "And what of those who found themselves victims to these atrocities, do they have no say in how these men are punished?" Aragorn responded heatedly. "Tell me Estel, would you truly want Legolas to lash out at these men in anger. Take their lives, and then spend the rest of his immortal life regretting his part in such an action?" Celeborn asked gently. Aragorn's shoulders slumped in defeat. "Nay, I would not wish that for him, or for anyone." "Then you understand why it should be a trial judged by peers and not the victims themselves? For do not mistake Estel that you too are a victim in this matter, as are many of us here," the Lord of Lorien added. "Then how are the jurors to be selected?" Thranduil asked. "That is what Aragorn must decide, for such a trial may set a precedent in your legal history," Elrond pointed out, and suddenly the effects of such a trial became wide reaching. "I know how it is with the elves. Randomly are a group of the defendants peers selected so that none may argue any unfairness. That is how we should select our jury, they should be a mix of citizens from all walks of life and social status," Aragorn stated firmly. "Uncle, can you help?" Denethor nodded and made a few notes on a handy piece of parchment. "Good, now if there is no further matters which need my attention urgently I shall return to see how Legolas fares. Father, is Celdarion well enough for a short journey to our rooms. I think it would make Legolas feel much better to see his recovery with his own eyes." Elrond nodded and Aragorn then turned to Boromir. "Cousin, I know I ask much of you, but perhaps it would be beneficial if Amelia were to spend some time with Legolas, I think they have bonded much because of this experience, and may be of some aid to each other in recovering their emotional well being." Boromir nodded in agreement and satisfied that the meeting was now at an end Aragorn bowed slightly to his noble guests before exiting. He brushed off any attempts to delay him as he made his way back to the Royal Chambers and gently pushed open the door before stepping silently inside. He saw at once that Legolas still slept, his eyes focussed inwards, his body relaxed and softly surrounded by blankets. Although elves in general did not feel any but the most extreme of temperatures when injured or emotionally distressed they often lost this resistance to the natural climate. After regaining consciousness Legolas had found himself shivering when exposed to the air and Aragorn had wasted no time in wrapping his beloved securely in the warm folds of their blankets. The elven Prince lay on his side and securely held within his arms lay Elessarion, also wrapped in the covers, he was still newborn enough for his body not to have adjusted yet to the temperature, and his human blood meant that he would be more susceptible to the temperature in the room, although having a greater tolerance than a normal man. Aragorn climbed gently onto the bed to lie facing his slumbering partner and child but as he settled himself to look upon the faces of the two people he loved most in this world he noticed Elessarion stirring. The baby blinked a few times as his bright blue gaze seemed to sharpen, and almost uncannily he turned his head to face his half elven father. A small smile formed and Aragorn felt a grin spread across his features in response to the toothless mouth that was displayed to him. He reached out with gentle fingers and caressed the soft silken skin of his son, and in response Elessarion gurgled trying to grab his fingers with his own tiny digits, his legs pumping away in excitement. Aragorn chuckled in amusement. A soft sigh alerted both father and child to the fact that the slumbering elf was waking. Elessarion's hand released the King's and instead latched onto a golden lock of his elven parents hair tugging gently. Aragorn watched in fascination as Legolas sighed softly and blinked again. He nuzzled his head further into the pillows as if attempting to hide away and return to his sleep but Elessarion's tugging continued, joined now by a demanding gurgle. Legolas blinked once more and Aragorn watched his beloved's eyes as clarity returned. The elven Prince's eyes immediately tracked down to his demanding son and a soft smile that spoke of unconditional love was directed at the child who quieted instantly. "You take my breath away every time I see you," Aragorn commented softly, and Legolas raised confused eyes to meet his. "Each time I look upon you it is like seeing you again for the first time. My breath is stolen from my body and time itself seems to freeze into one perfect moment, and when you look at me I am lost." Legolas smiled and reached out a hand to gently caress Aragorn's cheek and the young king leaned into the caress without looking away from the blue orbs that gazed at him. The elven Prince spoke no words, yet said so much as his eyes and his touch conveyed his love for the man before him. "I have missed you so very much. Never leave my side again," Aragorn said fiercely, the intensity of his passion momentarily surprising the elf. "Aragorn!" Legolas exclaimed, almost moaning the man's name, and unable to restrain himself any longer Aragorn surged forward capturing the elf's lips with his own, yet mindful of not crushing Elessarion who still lay between them. Although his need for his husband was intense Aragorn was still conscious of not hurting his beloved and after the initial meeting of their lips the young king gentled the kiss so that he could explore the sweet mouth that had so long been denied him. They drank of each other deeply, tongues teasing and stroking, but finally were forced to draw apart as Elessarion began to protest at being ignored. Sharing soft looks and a smile both parents gazed down in devotion at their newborn offspring, delighting in his every look and action, even if it was to continually tug at the golden locks of his elven father. "I think that if he is half as beautiful as you my love we may have some fierce competition for his hand when he comes of age," Aragorn commented and Legolas laughed in amusement. They remained quietly lying together amused by Elessarion and talks of what trouble their son might cause as he grew. Legolas had wanted to get out of bed, even it was only to move to a chair, but found that his body protested too fiercely. Instead he was forced to remain in his bed allowing Aragorn to help him into a long nightshirt before tucking the covers around his body again. He complained loudly at his dislike of feeling helpless and Aragorn nodded making soothing sounds whilst hiding his smile. Once feeling refreshed and warm with Elessarion tucked into his arms Legolas felt more content. Aragorn sat beside him alternating between cooing at the babe and raising his hand to stroke at Legolas face, or hair, or even his ears which caused shivers to run down the elf's spine. A knock sounded at the door and Aragorn called out for whoever it was to enter. Lord Elrond stepped inside and Aragorn smiled as he heard Legolas' gasp of recognition as Celdarion slowly walked in behind the elf lord, followed yet still by a weakly smiling Amelia clinging to the arm of Boromir, and finally followed by King Thranduil. Thranduil and Elrond decided to make themselves comfortable at the window seat and watch with amusement at the proceedings of the young ones. Boromir led Amelia to the bed where she sat herself on the edge near to Legolas before he moved away to a guarded watchful stance near the fireplace. Celdarion moved stiffly to the side of the bed where he stood as if at attention before Legolas clucked at him in a disapproving fashion, his eyes taking in the wonderful sight of his friend in life, before berating the guardian elf and bidding him to bring over a chair to sit in before he collapsed. Celdarion obeyed his Prince and sank into the chair, his body relaxing slightly with some support beneath him. Legolas did not know where to look first. To scan every inch of Celdarion and ensure that he was not as close to death as he had been the very last time he had seen his protector and friend, or to look to Amelia, who although pale seemed to be in good health and almost as glad to see him as he was her. Aragorn seemed to sense his quandary and instead moved Legolas arms slightly so that Elessarion was proudly put on display. "Perhaps you can introduce them to our son," he said softly into the elf's ear. Legolas nodded and adjusting his grip he turned Elessarion so that could be seen by all, and smiling shyly he looked up at his friends. "This is our son, Elessarion," he spoke softly. Amelia seemed to forget all her troubles when looking upon the angelic face of the baby held within the elf Prince's arms. "He is so beautiful," she said, and gasped as Elessarion's forthright gaze met her own. Legolas smiled at the enraptured woman before turning to look upon his childhood guardian, seeking the approval of the older elf. Celdarion moved forward to the edge of his seat until he was closer to the baby. Elessarion seeing the movement turned and directed his gaze at the older elf. Celdarion met the child's bold stare and something seemed to pass between child and warrior before Elessarion smiled and reached out a small hand towards the guardian. Celdarion took the small fingers within his own before bowing his head slightly. "It would be the greatest honour to protect you little one," he said formally, and then raised his eyes to meet those of Legolas. Unshed tears formed in the Prince's eyes. "Thank you," he said softly for Celdarion's ears alone and the warrior elf inclined his he