Title: Crash and Burn (2/ ?) Author: Ari (alisamorgan22@hotmail.com) Pairings: Legolas/Thranduil, Legolas/Aragorn Rating: PG Summary: Spirit. Pride. Trust. Broken but maybe not irreparable. Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters they all belong to J.R.R Tolkien...*damn* Warning: Incest implied Authors Note: I hope you enjoy chapter 2. Everybody has been so patient with it. Sorry it’s so short........don’t eat me Feedback: I really like any feedback or comments that I may learn from, so even if you want to chat about my plot, the story, me or your ideas, email me I really appreciate it and I am always open for it! Archive: Please ask my permission by emailing me with the address below. Thanx. Email me! - alisamorgan22@hotmail.com *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ When you feel all alone And the world has turned it back on you Give me a moment please to tame your wild, wild heart I know you feel like the walls are closing in on you It’s hard to find relief and people can be so cold When darkness is upon your door and you feel like you can’t take anymore Let me be the one you call If you jump I won’t let you fall Lift you up and fly away with you into the night If you need to fall apart I can mend a broken heart If you need to crash, then crash and burn you are not alone ~ Crash and Burn ~ Savage Garden~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Legolas blinked and squinted at his surroundings. His head ached dully. He coughed, trying to clear his mind from the sleep from which he had just awoken. He tried to move his legs, but his body screamed in agony so he gave up and remained in his curled fetal position. Determined to try and find out more about the room he was in, he proceeded in examining his surroundings from his limited view. Next to the bed, there was a small table and beside that a small chair covered with an cream throw rug embroidered with Elvish symbols. Legolas tilted his head upwards. Pain. He shut his eyes, his brows knitting together as his head throbbed, flashes of pain crossed his closed eyes and he let out a soft gasp. The hurt slowly ebbed away and returned to its dull throb. He felt himself let go slowly fall into sleep as exhaustion overtook him once more. * Legolas felt scared and alone. He found himself in complete darkness. Faces leered out at him, he knew some but their features were distorted, sunken and twisted. His father's features appeared more prominently than the rest laughing and mocking him. He tried running away, but it only led him deeper into darkness. He felt himself slipping away from himself, he felt alone and lost, becoming the darkness. He continued running, voices could now could be heard. They taunted and laughed. His father's voice could be heard above the rest, he heard the slap of skin on skin and a gasp of pain and shock. In this strange dark place, Legolas felt lost and frightened...the voices got louder, then they began disappearing. One remained. He heard himself talking...the words wavered as he heard himself repeat the conversation from the previous night between his father and himself. “Why? Why are you doing this to me father?” His voice sounded barely a whisper. A triumphant voice replied in an almost affectionate tone. “Because I love you” The words were uttered truthfully. They echoed, getting louder repeating over and over. In his dream, Legolas dropped to the ground the words booming, hurting...hurting...hurting...* “No!” Legolas screamed. His vision blurred, he was awake once more. He was sweating and shaking, but he was awake. The leering faces were gone and afternoon daylight swept through the room. Legolas took a deep breath. He listened carefully, hurried footsteps could be heard approaching the door. Legolas panicked, his dream ebbing away and reality catching up with him. He eased himself into a half sitting position, biting his lip against the angry pain that this invoked. Thoughts of his father flooded back to him and his eyes scanned the room hurriedly. He was able to get a quick glance at the room he was in. A small table and two chairs rested in front of the bed near a small balcony. A small brown chest at the other end of the room sat near a bookshelf full of bound leather books. His eyes rested on the large wooden door and then onto the smaller doorway to the left of this. Silk draping hung off the arch of the doorway, similar to those that swayed near the balcony, obscuring further view beyond, inciting his curiosity. His eyes darted back to the heavy door as the silver handle slowly turned. The door swung open and Legolas saw the individual who entered and let out his relief with a slow exhale of air. Legolas knew the man who entered. He was wearing a dark maroon robes and a dark brown tunic, his hair shoulder length and his blue eyes held a look of concern. The man quickly hurried to the bed, slowly moved the chair next to the bed and sat down the chair. The man stared at Legolas, unable to find words. Finally he spoke. “Legolas, how are you feeling?” His voice was gravelly, comforting. Legolas looked into he concerned eyes and spoke slowly. “I don‘t know, Aragorn” His voice barely a whisper and tears welled up in his eyes. Legolas hung his head, Aragorn moved his hand slowly and let his hand stroke the shoulder of the elf. Legolas flinched, momentarily pulling away before allowing his shoulder to be caressed. “What would you like me to do, Legolas?” Aragorn spoke comfortingly, removing his hand. Legolas paused uneasily and avoided the question Aragorn had asked. “Why are you here?” Legolas asked he raised his head. Tear trails streaked his pale face. “I had arrived from Rivendell yesterday, I had a message to deliver to your father from Lord Elrond. I was coming down to see you yesterday when..” Aragorn trailed off pausing as if to rethink his words. "I missed you. It has been many a year since I last saw you.” He added fondly, and gave Legolas a small smile. “Oh, I see. I am glad you are here." Legolas said, his voice quiet. They both paused. The silence was deafening. Aragorn gently raised himself out of the chair. “Are you in much pain? I have something Gandalf left with me.” Aragorn asked, then paused. “Did you want a bath? I did not give you one earlier, since you were asleep so deeply and I did not want to hurt you.” He continued. He finished and looked at Legolas questioningly. Legolas thought slowly, his mind still foggy. His dream still left a vacant space in his mind. “Was my father here?” He looked worried that Aragorn replied quickly. “No, he was not. He left Mirkwood yesterday, did you not know?” Aragorn looked at Legolas with surprise. “No, I did not. I didn’t think that...” Legolas stopped and changed abruptly. “I would like a bath Aragorn, I would feel better clean.” He said quickly. Aragorn looked as if he wished to ask a question but stopped. “I will see to it at once.” Aragorn said gently, turning and walking towards the small silk-draped doorway, his footsteps noisily echoing in the silence. He walked in through it and disappeared from view. Legolas let the sob escape his throat and he sat, stuck in his own horror as he finally understood what had befallen him. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Aragorn walked through into the adjoining washroom and fetched some towels and placed them beside the warm pool of water where Legolas was to bathe. He heard the nearly silent sobbing from the next room. He was puzzled and worried. “Who would do such a thing to the prince?” He asked himself slowly. He left the washroom to fetch Legolas. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ To Be Continued..... * Ok, I am sorry this is such a short chapter, I am having trouble with my computer at the moment and with all of the emails that I have been getting off everyone regarding the next chapter( I’m not complaining, I love emails) I thought I had better put something up before you all eat me. * This is my most successful fic yet and I feel like I have accomplished something by writing it. Legolas/Thranduil is a fairly new pairing and not many people like the idea of father and son, plus it being a Thranduil abuse fic does not help either. Either way I have had people ecstatic over it and some people not so but I feel that people responding critically to whether they liked it or not has helped me with continuing and having people to discuss the plot with is a great way to kick writer’s block. : ) * I have already started some of chapter 3, I promise it WILL be longer and will take a shorter amount of time coming. I really enjoy reading all of your emails so once again email me. [ alisamorgan22@hotmail ]