Title: Prologue: A Prince's Immorality
Author: ~Goku the Paladin~ 
obsidian_wings_of_death@hotmail.com
Pairings: Aragorn/Legolas, Aragorn/Arwen (implied), Aragorn/Haldir 
(implied), Elladan/Aragorn/Elrohir
Rating: NC17
Summary: A lingering look into the wicked inner world of a 
determined elf known as none other then the prince of Mirkwood, 
Legolas Greenleaf. When Aragorn becomes King Elessar and is 
soon to be wed to Arwen, Legolas decides to become a wicked elf 
in order to get what he wants.
Disclaimer: Aye, I own both Aragorn and Legolas...well, maybe in 
my little delusional BI Polar mind I do, but in this reality world, 
Aragorn, Legolas, and everyone else belongs to the very talented 
writer known as J.R.R Tolkien. I do not get paid for this in any way 
(although I wish I did), so don't sue me for such a stupid reason? 
Please?  =^.^=
Authors Note: I have not watched the movie or read the book in 
quite awhile, so the words or scenes may be a bit off, so please 
bear with me. There will be more chapters…Oh, please; some 
feedback would be very appreciated! Thank you and I hope you 
enjoy the story...

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A well-known prince of Mirkwood sat upright in one of Aragorn’s 
comfortable armchairs, his slender but long legs perched upon the 
finely carved wooden desk. Arms crossed against his flat chest, his 
eyes closed and lips slightly parted while he was lost in his 
innermost thoughts. He wore his usual elven tunic; his hair combed 
out of his face with some simple customary elven braids.

His own object of affection was none other than King Elessar 
himself. He loved the Man with all his heart and soul. He would do 
anything for this Man, even sacrifice his own immortality. He would 
die a thousand different painful deaths, suffer many unbearable 
tortures, undergo a transformation of an Orc, and any other 
formidable fate for this one Man. If the Man would jump into the 
fires of Mount Doom, the elf would follow the Man’s suicidal plight. 
If the Man would forsake his own race, the elf would do the same. 

Ever since he had watched Estel grow from a child to a Man, his 
ever thought, ever dream and wakening hour was of this man-child. 
His hopeless love for Estel grew from a sapling into an immense 
full-grown tree; yet, this tree of devotion never truly stopped 
growing. Even whilst Estel was just a boy, the urge, the intolerable 
longing to claim him rushed ceaselessly through his fiery elven 
veins.

Estel was still but an adolescent male when the time came for the 
prince of Mirkwood to return to his home of the wood. Legolas 
never desired to leave; yet, true he was not very fond of Rivendell, 
but he did love Estel and wished to be with the Man always. They 
both had their own duties. Estel left to become the ranger he knew 
he was and Legolas left to return to his father’s kingdom.

Many a year soon had came to pass, but the elven prince did not 
catch sight of the ranger till he was summoned to attend the 
Council of Elrond. Legolas had not been aware at the time that he 
would meet his beloved at the council. Legolas himself had came to 
Rivendell with a longing grief that weighed down his heart heavily. 
No one could quite place what was wrong with this fair elf, but 
some had ideas of what ailed him. They knew he was in love, but 
with whom, they could not fathom in any way. Elrohir and Elladan 
knew exactly whom Legolas loved. The mischievous twins of 
Elrond never said anything to Aragorn about how his best friend 
Legolas felt about him, but of course; there was a reason behind 
that, too. Elrohir and Elladan were not about to give away their play 
toy brother to anyone without a fight. They would not even give him 
to their beautiful sister Arwen. They loved and cherished the old 
days, whence they could do what they wished with Estel. They 
shunned Elrond’s warning, for when he had found out they desired 
their human brother, he had told them to leave the Man be. Despite 
what everyone said about Aragorn and Arwen being betrothed, the 
twins would stop at nothing to stop the impending marriage. As 
would Legolas Greenleaf.

It would seem that most had some sort of infatuation with the King, 
but it did not seem strange, since Aragorn is a great man, very 
attractive in both looks and personality.

~*********~

Legolas leaned back in Aragorn’s chair, remembering the day he 
had seen his Man for the first time in many long years. Legolas had 
seated himself in a chair at the council whilst the Man he longed for 
slowly made his appearance. The elf’s eyes were a startled deep 
cerulean, a happy smile tugging at the corners of his lips, forcing 
him to emit a delighted yelp as he raced into the arms of his Man. 
Aragorn, startled, stood blinking slowly, his arms limp at his sides 
as he looked down at his elf friend. 

Slowly, a gentle smile spread across his lips and he embraced his 
best friend in return. No one else was yet around, so the elf 
lingered in the embrace of his beloved friend. His hands wandered 
Aragorn’s back, surprised to feel such hard muscles, which 
delighted him. His friend had become well built over the years and 
much stronger. Legolas himself could feel the power that radiated 
from his best friend. He stepped back from Estel and studied the 
Man while he spoke. "It has been a long time, Estel."

Aragorn smiled. "Too long has it been, Legolas." The elf noticed 
how Aragorn’s face was a bit more weathered and rugged, but 
fortunately, this was to the prince’s liking. Estel did not appear old 
in any way, but his body more redefined and tanned. Estel was a bit 
more taller, his hair barely shoulder length, but what had not 
changed at all about him was his brown unruly hair and his 
beautiful stormy blue eyes. It seemed to Legolas that his object of 
affection only got more and more attractive with each passing day.

"Estel, I…" Legolas began, but was silenced as the rest of the 
council unfortunately made their own appearance. Aragorn gave 
Legolas a gentle look that seemed to say ‘we’ll talk later’.

Legolas had pretended to pay attention to the important meeting, 
although his attention was focused entirely on Aragorn. His ears 
faintly heard the words about the Ring of Doom, various other 
voices, but his heart skipped a beat when he heard Aragorn speak.

The harsh voice of the man Boromir rang shrilly countering Aragorn 
and Legolas leapt to his feet, feeling the need to defend the Man he 
loved.

"He is no mere ranger! He is Aragorn son of Arathorn and you owe 
him your allegiance!" Legolas growled, his elven eyes narrowed at 
Boromir and all who dared to attack Aragorn in any way deemed 
possible. Legolas soon seated himself once more when Aragorn 
gently told him to calm down.

"Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king." Boromir had hissed 
with contempt. Legolas wished to jump to his feet once again and 
defend his Man, but he decided to obey him instead. The prince of 
Mirkwood was not angry with Aragorn. He knew that Estel wished 
to avoid any conflict between any races in this council of Elrond. 
This seemed to be in vain since the dwarf known as Gimli shouted 
an oath, which started a raging conflicting argument between all 
races.

"I will be dead before I see the ring in the hands of an elf!" Gimli 
had declared. Legolas shot Gimli a glare as he tried to shut out the 
loud, arguing noise as best he could. He focused his attention yet 
again on Aragorn. The hobbit that had shown them the ring stepped 
up and finally captured the attention of all. Gandalf seemed pained 
as he looked upon his fond friend Frodo Baggins.

"I will take the ring to Mordor…but I do not know the way…" 
Declared Frodo. Legolas was in a blurry haze while his beloved had 
sworn his sword and life to Frodo, Legolas then had sworn his bow, 
and following after him, Gimli had sworn his axe. And thus began 
the journey to destroy the one ring…

~*********~

A Man’s voice called Legolas out of his pondering thoughts and 
Legolas almost fell out of his chair. Even though he had not fallen, 
this was still ungraceful. A hearty laugh brought the elf to fix his 
gaze upon the voice that had called him recently. In the doorway, 
King Elessar stood, a wide and amused smile upon his handsome 
face. Legolas blushed to his roots and to the end of his ears, but his 
pride did not allow him to look away from Aragorn. "Estel".

"Don’t worry, Legolas. I will not tell anyone about you almost falling 
out of MY chair." He replied, striding over to his friend and helping 
the elf to his feet. "And, I will not tell anyone that I caught an ELF off 
his guard. Come now, friend. We have much to do…" Estel added. 
Legolas face was still flushed and he blushed more deeply when he 
heard the last thing Aragorn said. The elf’s skin almost burned 
when the Man had touched him. Aragorn’s arm was wrapped 
around Legolas’s shoulders as he led the elf to their destination. 
Legolas welcomed the touch of his beloved and while they walked, 
he moved as close to Estel as possible, without him or anyone else 
getting suspicious.

Many a time he had thought about confessing to Aragorn his 
feelings. His pride never seemed to allow him to admit how he felt, 
and still feels for the Man.

"Legolas, I do hope you attend the banquet tonight…" Aragorn 
spoke into Legolas’s ear, his hot breath upon the slender neck of 
the elf. Legolas shivered delightfully, he felt himself starting to 
harden and bit his bottom lip. "Of course I will, Estel."

As a matter of fact, no one, not even the twins seemed to see what 
was brewing inside of the elf. Legolas truly is a cunning and clever 
elf. He did not intend to just stand by and watch someone else take 
HIS Estel away from him. Even if he had to become a wicked elf to 
win his Estel in the process, he would. Legolas Greenleaf of 
Mirkwood decided therefore, he would be wicked. A wicked elf he 
would be, indeed.


-TBC-


Title: A Prince's Immorality (1-2/?)
Author: ~Goku the Paladin~ obsidian_wings_of_death@hotmail.com
Pairings: Aragorn/Legolas, Aragorn/Arwen (implied), Aragorn/Haldir 
(implied), Elladan/Aragorn/Elrohir
Rating: NC17
Summary: A lingering look into the wicked inner world of a determined elf 
known as none other then the prince of Mirkwood, Legolas Greenleaf. 
When Aragorn becomes King Elessar and is soon to be wed to Arwen, 
Legolas decides to become a wicked elf in order to get what he wants.
Disclaimer: Aye, I own both Aragorn and Legolas...well, maybe in my little 
delusional BI Polar mind I do, but in this reality world, Aragorn, Legolas, 
and everyone else belongs to the very talented writer known as J.R.R 
Tolkien. I do not get paid for this in any way (although I wish I did), so 
don't sue me for such a stupid reason? Please? =^.^=
Warning: Incest, Non-Consensual, BDSM
Authors Note: I have not watched the movie or read the book in quite 
awhile, so the words or scenes may be a bit off, so please bear with me. 
There will be more chapters…Oh, please; some feedback would be very 
appreciated! Thank you and I hope you enjoy the story...

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1-2/?

Chapter One

Elrohir and Elladan dwelled outside on the balcony while their father, 
foster brother, sister, Aragorn, Legolas, and everyone else were attending 
the banquet. The breeze was light, blowing in gentle caresses against the 
twin’s faces and into their dark hair. Elrohir sat against the railing of the 
balcony and watched his twin pace back and forth…

"What shall we do about the imposter prince?" Asked Elrohir, a gleam of 
mischief in his eyes.

"I propose we set a trap for him…" Replied Elladan, the same impishness 
grazing his eyes. He stopped pacing and faced his brother. "He thinks he 
can outwit us. It’s two against one."

"Three against one." Replied Elladan. "Arwen knows of his attraction to 
her betrothed."

"She doesn’t count. We are against her, not with her, dear brother!" 
Huffed Elrohir.

"Aye, even though we love her…we cannot let her have our play toy." 
Elladan said, his voice determined.

"It seems just yesterday he was our little play toy…" Elrohir said, looking 
like he was daydreaming.

"Not was, he still is!" Elladan smacked Elrohir, which was necessary to 
rouse him from his absentminded stupor. "Snap out of it!" Elrohir blinked 
and watched his twin while rubbing the red mark on his cheek.

"You didn’t have to hit so hard, brother."

"Oh, enough of that. We both know father hits harder then I do." He said, 
smirking.

"Well, then, what do you propose the trap will be…" Elrohir asked, eyes 
narrowed slightly, his pale hand still rubbing his ‘abused’ cheek.

"You know how prideful Legolas is. All we have to do is attack his pride, 
which will crumble and fall to itty bitty bits…he’ll scamper back to 
Mirkwood…"

"And how do you suggest we do that?"

"Dear Estel will involuntarily play a big part in our game…"

Elrohir blinked and then smiled. "And what of our dear sister?"

"We ship her off to the undying islands, of course."

"Aye, father does wish for her to go. One problem, though. She doesn’t 
wish to go!"

"I have an idea…" Elladan replied, an almost evil smirk crossing his 
features.

"Come close…we have much to plan…" Elrohir crouched into a huddle 
with his brother as they silently voiced their cruel intentions…

~*********~

Arwen was seated beside her betrothed Man, her arms constantly 
clinging to him as if she feared he would float away if she didn’t keep hold 
of him. Legolas was seated on the other side of Aragorn. He barely ate 
nor drank anything, for the elven archer was not hungry. He was quite 
distressed, actually. Whenever he tried to talk to Aragorn, Arwen would 
avert the King’s attention from Legolas to herself on purpose. This 
seemed quite uncharacteristic of Arwen, but not to Legolas. He knew the 
real her. Not even Elrond knew how wicked his lovely daughter was. If 
they all only knew…

"Aragorn-" Legolas tried again, but to no avail.

"Yes?" Aragorn replied as he turned to look at his friend, but Arwen 
tugged rudely on his arm, diverting his attention to her.

"Try this, Estel! It’s very delicious!" Arwen pushed a plate towards 
Aragorn. The Man sighed inwardly, but his face held a pleasant smile, 
even though he was distressed himself. He even noticed how his lady 
always seemed to tug him away from his friends. He had not even had 
the chance to say one full sentence to Legolas, Gimli, Gandalf, Elrond, or 
anyone else besides Arwen. This truly infuriated King Elessar.

Gimli himself was besides Legolas and chattered on about dwarven 
delicacies and how they were much more smokier or tastier then the 
elven delicacies. Legolas was only half listening as he quietly watched 
Aragorn and Arwen from the corner of his eyes. He did not want to 
appear staring, so he watched them in his own way. All through this night, 
hot red jealously seared through his being as he had watched Arwen and 
Aragorn together. He knew Elessar loved Arwen, but he didn’t care. 
<…Estel will be MINE…> The archer thought to himself. He didn’t mean 
to be ignoring his dwarf friend, but he couldn’t help it. No matter where or 
how close Aragorn were to him, his thoughts were always of the 
masculine, handsome king of Men.

He suddenly froze as he remembered a memory of not too long ago. He 
knew now why Arwen was doing this to him. She was trying to make 
Legolas jealous. He closed his eyes as he remembered that one night in 
Rivendell in the garden… 

On that night, Legolas had been taking a light walk through the garden 
when he had spotted Arwen sitting near a white rose bush, tending to it. 
He decided not to disturb this seemingly innocent elven lady so he swept 
away only to be stopped in mid stride by her powerful, enchanting voice. 
"Will you not join me in my father’s garden, Legolas Greenleaf of 
Mirkwood?"

He slightly hesitated, but with a dismissed shrug, he joined her. She 
looked up at him through her long, delicate eyelashes. "What ails you, 
Legolas?"

"Nothing ails me, Arwen of Rivendell. I felt only the temptation to take a 
slight walk through your father’s lovely garden." Legolas replied, not 
missing the look of pure affection and lust in her eyes. He simply ignored 
it.

"Oh? Is that all, Legolas?"

"That is all."

"Now that you are here…" The archer stiffened somewhat as Arwen rose 
to stand. She moved to stand in front of him, clasping her hands to his, 
bringing them to her bosom over her heart. "…I shall tell you of my 
feelings for you, fair prince…"

He didn’t move his hands, for he didn’t wish to insult or anger her. Of 
course  the prince had known of her feelings for him for a long time now, 
but as usual, he ignored it. "And what are your feelings, Lady Arwen." 
Legolas stated, instead of merely asking.

Arwen didn’t seem to notice this at all. "I love you, Legolas Greenleaf…"

He didn’t answer her. He just stared down at her, his visage 
expressionless and mute.

"Legolas?"

"I…am afraid that I do not return your affections, Arwen." Legolas replied 
simply.

Arwen’s sweet face fell and anger quickly sewn itself into her demeanor. 
She immediately released his hands and stepped a few feet back. Her 
arms were at her side as her hands wrung into her dress, clenched into 
tight fists. The face she showed to Legolas was truly hideous and he 
flinched somewhat, but he stood his ground bravely.

"Am I not fair? Am I not the most beautiful maiden in all the land?" Arwen 
asked with frustration and resentment.

Legolas couldn’t resist. "It seems you aren’t right now…"

Resentment clearly flashed into her eyes and she was truly ugly at this 
moment, showing her true self to Legolas. Evil seeped into her voice as 
she spoke one last time to Legolas that night. "By the Valor, I will have 
you as my own and if I cannot possess you, NO ONE ELSE WILL! You 
will live to regret rejecting ME, Legolas Greenleaf…you will, and I promise 
you that!" Turning away briskly, she strode away, disappearing from view.

The fair archer sighed and turned away as well, wishing they didn’t have 
to part on such rough tidings. Perhaps he would have considered 
claiming her as his own, but what he saw was only lust in her eyes and 
the pure fact that he loved the ever-growing Estel would never allow him 
to even consider accepting Arwen.

He had loved Estel when he first laid eyes on the boy. Nothing would ever 
change that. As the Mirkwood prince took his leave, two pairs of eyes 
watched him leave from the bushes. Snickering, the twins emerged from 
the bushes and raced away, giggling madly as if what they had just 
witnessed was a hilarious joke.

~*********~

Chapter 2

Aragorn rubbed his temples vigorously as Arwen’s laughter ringed like 
bells in his ears. Arwen clung so tightly to his arm he thought he has lost 
all circulation in it. He couldn’t feel his arm anymore and sighed inwardly 
once again. He decided his betrothed and him would have a ‘little talk’ 
later.

Arwen’s irritating laughter reached Legolas’s sensitive pointy ears also, 
and this provoked him even more. <…I’ve had it with this…> He thought 
to himself as he quickly stood up, shoved the chair under the table and 
stormed out of the banquet room. All the buzzing of numerous voices had 
been irritating him along with Arwen’s sinuate voice. King Elessar turned 
hastily and watched his friend leave, his heart now heavy.

"What’s wrong with the elf?" Gimli asked naively. Aragorn looked at Gimli 
and shrugged, but determination was clear on his features. "I intend to 
find out, friend Gimli."

"Good luck, King of Men…" Gimli replied. <…You will need it…> Thought 
Gimli.

Aragorn rose to stand, but Arwen tugged him back into his chair. "Arwen, 
please! I am tired, VERY full and I wish to retire for the night."

When Arwen let go of the hold on his unfeeling arm, he took that chance 
to give her a quick peck on her cheek and disappeared from view, 
searching for Legolas.

Arwen scowled and tapped her dainty fingers against the table.

Elrond had surveyed them the whole time with disapproval. He did not 
understand why his beloved daughter had become so possessive all of a 
sudden. He did not know what was going on, but he felt something 
brewing within all.

"I can tell you this much, Elrond…" Gandalf began while he donned on his 
weathered traveling cloak. "There is always a calm before the storm…" 
The white wizard advised with amusement.

Elrond nearly rolled his eyes. "We all already know that, Gandalf. Tell me 
something I don’t know."

Gandalf became grave and replied, "One does not know all things of the 
world, heart, body, or mind and will never be able to. We can only act on 
what we already know, and from our actions, we learn more of what we 
don’t know. One’s journey is like the river—swift, unpredictable, and 
perilous. But nevertheless, one must always be aware and cautious. I too, 
feel that something is brewing…"

Elrond nodded, understanding Gandalf’s odd choice of words. "I am in a 
predicament on what course of actions I should perceive, Gandalf…"

Gandalf took his staff in hand and smiled, "As did young Frodo the 
Ringbearer, but he found a way…"

Elrond berated himself inside. "Of course, you are right. I just need to 
think this through…" He cocked his head a bit, "Where are you going, if 
you don’t mind my asking…"

Another one of Gandalf’s famous smiles. "To the Shire, of course…" With 
that, he winked and just as mysteriously as he had came, he left.

Elrond picked up a piece of food and stared at it, wondering for the 
millionth time what it was. "Perhaps the hobbits from the Shire could 
fathom on what this curious piece of food is…"

~*********~

"Legolas?" Aragorn asked, spotting the silhouette of an elf standing on 
the balcony. He stepped closer after hearing no reply from the elf, and for 
a brief instant, he thought of Haldir, but pushed these thoughts of the 
Marchwarden of Lorien out of his mind. Every time he thought of Haldir, 
his throat would become dry and parched, his knees weak, stomach 
knotted up, and skin cold and clammy. He had loved Haldir and the 
Lorien elf had returned the feelings as well, despite how frigid, 
narcissistic, and indifferent the elf seemed to be. Aragorn had known 
better and the two had chosen to love one another as only lovers could.

The only person who knew of the two was Frodo Baggins the Ringbearer.

Aragorn trusted Frodo with his soul and knew the gentle, brave, and 
cautious hobbit would never allow the Man’s secret to fall on anyone’s 
ears. The death of his beloved Haldir had taken much of a toll on him, but 
he never allowed his feelings to get in the way of his responsibility, so the 
King of Men had fought on during the battle of Helm’s deep.

"Legolas?" He asked again as he walked forth into the moonlight, but 
instead of Legolas, another elf stood there, his back to Aragorn. The elf 
bore dark hair and Aragorn had a wild guess on who it was, but even that 
was difficult to tell. His hand came to rest on the shoulder of the elf. 
"Elrohir?" Aragorn asked.

The elf turned around, his eyes filled with iniquity. "No, I am Elladan, dear 
brother."

The Man blushed to his roots and looked down. "I apologize, I could not 
tell…your back was to me…" The King seemed to miss the pernicious 
look in his elf brother’s countenance.

"I took no offence to your simple mistake, Estel…" Elladan retorted.

"Neither did I…" Replied Elladan’s twin who emerged from the dark.

Aragorn smiled warmly. "I take it that this is another one of your games, 
dear brothers?"

"Ah…so it would seem. But yes, you are right, I am afraid. But this is no 
simple game…" Replied Elladan.

"Aye, in this game…the winner takes all…" Elrohir added, moving towards 
Aragorn with cat-like grace. Both of the twin’s looks were predatory, but 
yet again, Aragorn was oblivious to this.

"Could not this game wait ‘till the morning?" Aragorn asked and then 
added, "I am looking for Legolas. Have you seen him?"

"Nay and nay…" Replied the twins annoyingly in unison.

The King of Men fought the urge to toss both the twins over the balcony. 
"How very helpful and hinder you both are…"

"If we knew where the prince was, we would include him in our game, for 
he is to be part of it, too…" Elladan said.

"Really now. If this game is so significant, then pray tell me, what is this 
game about?" Aragorn asked, shifting his weight from one foot to another. 
<…Oh Elbereth…> He silently thought.

Elladan circled his Man brother closely, like a predator who has found his 
prey. A fair finger ran across his chest, shoulders, and back as Elladan 
circled him. "Do you remember our old games, Estel?"

Aragorn thought hard. Truthfully, he barely remembered their games, 
quite strangely. Probably because he hadn’t thought about it in many long 
years.

"Please do refresh my memory…" Estel inquired. Both the twin’s smiles 
widened as the Man said this. Elladan stopped circling and came up 
behind Aragorn. His slight body pressed against the slightly larger body of 
the Man. The elf’s hands grazed the robust front of the Man while his 
mouth kissed the back of his neck. Aragorn rose an eyebrow as Elladan 
did this, but dismissed it as some form of a test. Elrohir joined almost as 
soon as his twin had. Elrohir took up the front of Aragorn; his slender 
body pressed itself against the Man’s slightly larger build.

Elladan smirked at his brother and nodded. Elrohir’s hand came to rest on 
the rugged, but handsome face of the once-ranger. His face was only just 
inches away as he moved in for the kill. Elrohir claimed the King’s lips 
while his twin kissed the back of the Man’s neck. Estel did not make a 
single move, save a gasp.

Elrohir stopped his motions although Elladan didn’t. Indeed Elladan’s 
hands ran wild against the planes of the Man’s body, sending delightful 
shivers through the Man.

"Do you remember now, Estel?" Elrohir asked, his nose touching 
Aragorn’s.Elladan stopped and then patted Aragorn’s bottom.

"I…I…is this some sort of test?" Aragorn replied. He still did not 
remember their ‘games of the past’.

"I don’t think so, Estel…" Elrohir said with an impish grin. "Shall we 
‘refresh’ his body, dear brother?"

"I think that is a grand idea…please do…" Elladan replied. Before 
Aragorn could protest in any way, the twins swiped the King of Men off his 
feet and carried him off to Aragorn’s own chambers.


-TBC-