Title: Dark King
Author: Aithilin (nimcuran_aithilin@hotmail.com)
Pairing(s): Elrohir/Legolas, Aragorn/Legolas
Rating: R
Summary: Aragorn has forgotten the kindness of Elves after Arwen dies.
Disclaimer: Not mine and never will be. I'm just playing with the pretty toys.
None of the songs are mine either.
Warning: slight AU, slight OOC, character death
Authors Note: My first official fic from way-back-when. Feedback is required for
life!

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PROLOGUE

Aragorn had reigned in Gondor for nearly 200 years. Arwen had given him two
children; an heir, named after the valiant Boromir, and a daughter named
Nimcuran. The Lady Undomiel gave the last of her strength to birth Elesser's
young daughter and now rested in peace among the flowers of Ithilin.
Aragorn has had little contact with any members of the former Company of Nine
Walkers and has begun to forget the kindness of the Elves with which he had been
raised. So as the population of Men grew, Aragorn began to claim larger amounts
of land that were once outside of his borders. Rohan remained allies with Gondor
and received aid in their claiming of what had once been Dunland.
Understandably, the Elves and Dwarves were not very fond of this sudden take
over.
Many Elves had already left, those that hadn't were offered refuge in the once
proud city of Imladris. The population of the remaining Lothlorien, Mirkwood,
and Rivendell Elves didn't even make a decent hunting party. Those of any noble
birth included Lord Elrond, his two sons, Haldir of Lothlorien, Glorfindel, and
Legolas. As well as the soon departing King of Mirkwood, and Legolas' older
siblings.
The Dwarves were torn between their trading partners to the south and their
newly re-kindled friendship with the Elves. Lord of the Glittering Caves, Gimli,
made his descision as soon as he saw how much danger his friend Legolas could be
in. So when the "war" began, Gimli was the first to offer a haven to any Elves
that wanted his help.
Aragorn sent Faramir to lead his army against the resisting Elves and Dwarves.
Though the time of the Elves was drawing to a startling close, Legolas had vowed
to find out what had happened to his once- best friend before he sailed to
Valinor.

CHAPTER ONE
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Legolas hugged his father, "Have a safe journey father."
Thranduil smiled at his youngest child. His three older sons; Meiris, Faedan,
and Faladhair, along with his only daughter, Gweinmeril stood by him on their
horses. They would all journey to Mithlond and then to Elvenhome this day.
Legolas had refused to go, regardless of his own sea-lust, so that he may
discover what was wrong with Aragorn.
Elrond had promised to watch over the (indignant) prince and had enlisted the
help of both Haldir and Glorfindel to keep his own sons from getting his new
charge into trouble. Not very likely that it would work, but a slight
reassurance to the departing king none the less.
"Do not torment Elrond with your mischief now," Thranduil gently warned as he
took one last look at Legolas before mounting his own steed. "May we meet again
in Valinor."
Faedan was the last to turn to leave and smiled, "Take care little brother. We
shall hunt together again."
Legolas watched the quickly disappearing Elves and felt a gentle hand rest on
his shoulder. "They will be fine little Greenleaf," Elrond said softly. "Come,
the sun has nearly reached her peak."
"I know," Legolas follows the (much) older Half-Elf into the enterance hall of
Imladris. Elladan and Elrohir are sitting on some of the steps and talking
quietly. Glorfindel tries not to think about what the two twins are planning
while Haldir wisely moved to the other side of the room.
Just as Elrond began speaking with Haldir. The twins tackled Glorfindel. Legolas
watched with much amusement as the two began to tickle the reincarnated Elf.
"Ai! Stop! What did I do this time!!??" Elrond'd guard cried out in between his
peals of laughter. Each Elf was watching what was happening now.
"You were being far too serious," Elladan said as Glorfindel finally freed
himself. Just before anyone could say anything else, Elrond shook his head and
spoke.
"Perhaps a good meal is needed now. Elladan and Elrohir, leave Glorfindel be. As
well as Haldir, Legolas, and myself."
Both twins whined slightly at having their fun ruined, but followed Elrond into
the dining hall with little other complaint. A small buffet had already been
placed on the large tables and the group helped themselves.
As they ate, Legolas thought of his plans to travel. He had little time left to
see Middle-earth and discover what had happened to make Aragorn dislike Elves so
much.
Elrohir saw Legolas' thoughtfulness, "What troubles you Greenleaf?"
"Though I am grateful for your hospitality Lord Elrond, I fear that I cannot
stay here much longer. My own longing for the sea as well as my curiosity as to
why Aragorn has changed so will not let me rest here. I wish to travel," Legolas
said softly.
Elrond nodded, "I have thought as much Legolas. If you wish to leave, I will not
be able to stop you. But it is not safe for you to travel the roads to the south
alone. I suggest that you take at least one friend with you."
Elladan and Elrohir both smiled, "We can go!"
Elrond looked to Legolas, who nodded.
Haldir glanced at Glorfindel, "I suppose we should go as well. Someone will need
to keep these young ones out of trouble."
Legolas raised a delicate eyebrow, "Since when have I gotten into trouble? But
it would be appreciated if you both came."
"Then the five of you will travel together," Elrond stated. "Of course, you will
remember to send a message when you've the time?"
Legolas nodded. Haldir looked thoughtful, "Do you have an idea on a route
Legolas?"
"Yes. The same route that was taken during the War. Moria should be safe now
with Gimli's kin residing there."
Elrohir made a face, "Through a mountain? Surely you can't want to travel that
way."
Legolas smiled, "It's either four days through the safety of Moria, or ten
around Orthanc and through Rohan."
"Moria will be fine then," Glorfindel spoke up. "Are you sure that the Dwarves
will give us passage?"
"Yes. Gimli made it clear to them the last time I was there that no Elf was to
be harmed by Dwarvish weapon."
Elrond stood, "Then Legolas, I give you leave for this journey. But be careful
as you pass near, and inevitably into, Gondor. It seems that Aragorn has
completely forgotten his life here, he may not hesitate to harm even you."
The youngest at the table nodded, "Thank you for your concern, but I will not
purposely put myself, or any other, in harm's way. I would like to leave
tomorrow if possible."
Elrond nodded and motioned for Haldir and Glorfindel to come with him. Once
alone, Elladan and Elrohir turned to Legolas.
"Are you certain of this Legolas?" Elrohir asked. He moved to the empty seat
next to the blonde prince. Elladan stayed where he was.
Legolas nodded and smiled at Elrohir, "Yes. Thank you, both of you, for
volunteering to come."
Elrohir beamed and it was Elladan that answered, "We couldn't let you have all
the fun. Besides, I would hate to think of what Elrohir would do without you
around."
Elladan effectively dodged a playful blow from his now crimson brother while
Legolas just watched, confused at the 'joke.'
Tomorrow, they would leave the last safe place east of Mithlond. Tomorrow,
Legolas will finally begin his quest to find out what was wrong with Aragorn.
Tomorrow, Elrohir would vow his life to protect the last remaining Elf of
Mirkwood.

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Chapter two
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Legolas sat by the window in his bedroom, brushing his hair and thinking. He was
ready for the begining of his trip tomorrow and was just thinking about how the
afternoon had gone. He had already figured out that Elrohir had an interest in
him, but didn't want to get involved with anyone yet. He had too many memories
of the nights, and even some days, he and Aragorn had shared during the quest to
destroy the One Ring.

~*~Flashback~*~

"What ails you Estel?" Legolas asked as he took a seat on the log with Aragorn.
The Ranger turned to him and the Elf could see obvious longing in his storm-grey
eyes.
"I think of that which I can never have Legolas."
"The Ring?" Legolas was confused now. Though even he wasn't immune to the pull
of the Ring, Aragorn had made no move towards it as Boromir had. Even Gimli
would watch Frodo intently from time to time.
Aragorn shook his head, "Nay. I speak of someone rather that something."
Legolas thought for a minute, "Lady Arwen then? But you already have her heart."
Once more, the Ranger shook his head, "Let me show you then." With that, he
leaned in and kissed the startled Elf softly. It was gentle but Legolas was
still surprised. "You recoil from me," Aragorn stated. "Then I was right in my
guess that I will never have you to warm my bed."
"I...But what of Arwen? Surely-"
"She is not here. Do not mistake me, I do love her, but-"
"But you seek a substitute," it was Legolas' turn to interupt. He couldn' t keep
the venom out of his voice at the thought of only being used. He did like
Aragorn but would not sit by and let himself be used in such a degrading manner.
As he stood to leave, Aragorn caught his thin wrist.
"Wait. I did not mean it in that way. I love you as I love Arwen, I want you
both."
Legolas pulled his wrist free but didn't walk away, "I don't understand."
Aragorn stood and pulled the Elf into another kiss. This one, though still
gentle, was a little more forceful. Legolas didn't struggle but was still
unsure. He pulled away and looked at the taller Man, his confusion was clearly
seen in his mist-blue eyes.
"I will not harm you," Aragorn whispered and ran a hand through the Elf's silky
hair.
"If not me, then it will be Arwen that is harmed by this. I cannot give you what
you seek from me," Legolas pulled away from the dark Ranger and went to join the
rest of the Fellowship closer to the fire.

~*~End Flashback~*~

Legolas sighed and stood. He had rejected Aragorn so Arwen wouldn't be hurt,
regardless of his own desire. Now Elrohir was showing him the same attention
that Aragorn had, but in a much nicer way.
The major problem was, Legolas was going to see Aragorn and find out what was
wrong and he didn't know if he would be able to refuse again if the same offer
was made. He was also begining to find himself attracted to Elrohir. All in all,
Legolas Greenleaf was very confused.
He flung himself onto his bed without his usual grace and buried his fair face
in arms. He had to think this through carefully, he didn't want to hurt Elrohir,
but he wasn't sure if he had the strength to turn away from Aragorn.
A knock on his door brought Legolas out of his thoughts, "Come in."
Elrohir opened the heavy wooden door and looked in, "Are you alright? You've
been quiet all afternoon."
Legolas sat up and nodded, "I'm fine. Surely my well fare cannot be your only
worry."
"I wish to speak with you," the Half-Elf stepped into the room. The moonlight
from the still open window Legolas had been sitting by only moments before
illuminated Elrohir's dark features and made him look like a darkened angel.
Legolas patted the unoccupied space of the bed next to him and Elrohir took the
invitation.
Elrond's son fidgetted as he considered his words, "I...um, you've most likely
noticed...I mean..."
Legolas smiled, "Elrohir..." he began, only to be silenced as the Half-Elf
covered Legolas' mouth with his own.
The kiss was sweet and soft. Elrohir wasn't as forceful as Aragorn had been all
that time ago and Legolas found himself much less surprised than he normally
would have been at such a brash action.
Elrohir broke away and looked down, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...well, I did,
but-"
"Elrohir," Legolas interupted and the Half-Elf looked at him. "I'm sorry. I
don't know how I feel right now."
The former looked crestfallen, "I understand."
Legolas smiled softly, "That was not rejection. Perhaps after our journey, I
will understand this a bit better. Until I am certain, I wish to make no
descision."
Elrohir brightened, "Of course. I would never force you into something you do
not wish."
"You'll still accompany me?"
"Yes. By my life and blade Legolas, I will do everything in my power to protect
you."
Legolas chuckled, "I do not think I will need to be protected my friend. But
that vow is welcomed just the same. Now, you should return to your room and
rest."
Elrohir mocked a courtly bow, his good humour restored, "As you wish, my fair
Prince Greenleaf."

~Next Morning~

Elrond shook his head as Elladan once again coaxed his brother into teaseing
Glorfindel about his now purple hair. That happened to be the result of
Elladan's playful idea of putting berry juice in the guard's shampoo. Haldir
smiled and watched, glad he was not the target of the twin's games. Legolas
stood off to the side with his pack, watching as Glorfindel yelled at Elladan
for the third time in just as many minutes.
The Lord of Imladris walked over to the young prince, "Are you prepared?"
"Aye," was the response. "The food will be spared until we reach the end of the
forests."
All save Elrond were dressed in comfortable travelling clothes. Elladan,
Elrohir, and Glorfindel would carry their swords. Haldir had his bow and a
hunting knife. Legolas carried his longbow and decorated quiver, as well as his
white knives. All were ready for their journey south.
They said their goodbyes and thanks to Elrond and set a fast pace, following the
route the Nine Walkers had taken.
It was night before they stopped. A fire was immediately started and Haldir
ventured to find the group some rabbit for dinner. Elladan and Glorfindel began
sparring and Elrohir sat by Legolas.
"We need a song!" Elrohir stated. Elladan smiled widely.
"I agree. So long as it isn't sung by you dear brother."
Glorfindel, who had stopped his sparring with Elladan, smiled as well, "Perhaps
the prince would favour us with a song then?"
Legolas thought for a moment before nodding,
"Firiel looked out at three o'clock:
the grey night was going;
far away a golden cock
clear and shrill was crowing.
The trees were dark, and the dawn pale.
waking birds were cheeping,
a wind moved cool and frail
through dim leaves creeping.
She watched the gleam at window grow,
till the long light was shimmering
on land and leaf; on grass below
grey dew was glimmering.
Over the floor her white feet crept,
down the stairs they twinkled,
through the grass they dancing stepped
all with dew besprinkled.
Her gown had jewels upon its hem,
as she ran down to the river,
and leaned upon a willow-stem,
and watched the water quiver.
A kingfisher plunged down like a stone
in a blue flash falling,
bending reeds were softly blown,
lily-leaves were sprawling.
A sudden music to her came,
as she stood there gleaming
with free hair in the morning's flame
on her shoulders streaming.
Flutes there were, and harps were wrung,
and there was a sound of singing,
like wind-voices keen and young
and far bells ringing.
A ship with golden beak and oar
and timbers white came gliding;
swans went sailing on before,
her tall prow guiding.
Fair folk out of Elvenland
in silver-grey were rowing,
and three with crowns she saw there stand
with bright hair flowing.
With harp in hand they sung their song
to the slow oars swinging:
'Green is the land, the leaves are long,
and the birds are singing.
Many a day with dawn of gold
the earth will lighten,
many a flower will yet unfold,
ere the cornfields whiten.
'Then whither go ye, boatmen fair,
down the river gliding?
To twilight and to secret lair
in the great forest hiding?
To Northern isles and shores of stone
on strong swans flying,
by cold waves to dwell alone
with the white gulls crying?
'Nay!' they answered. 'Far away
on that last road faring,
leaving western havens grey,
the seas of shadow daring,
we go back to Elvenhome,
where the White Tree is growing,
and the Star shines upon the foam
on the last shore flowing.
To mortal fields say farewell,
Middle-earth forsaking!
In Elvenhome a clear bell
in the high tower is shaking.
Here grass fades and leaves fall,
and sun and moon wither,
and we have heard the far call
that bids us journey thither.'
The oars were stayed. They turned aside;
'Do you hear the call, Earth-maiden?
Firiel! Firiel!' they cried.
'Our ship is not full-laden.
One more only we may bear.
Come! For your days are speeding.
Come! Earth-maiden elven-fair,
our last call heeding.'
Firiel looked from the river-bank,
one step daring;
then deep in clay her feet sank,
and she halted staring.
Slowly the elven-ship went by
whispering through the water:
'I cannot come!' they heard her cry.
'I was born Earth's daughter!'
No jewels bright her gown bore,
as she walked back from the meadow
under roof and dark door,
under the house-shadow.
She donned her smock of russet brown,
her long hair braided,
and to her work came stepping down.
Soon the sunlight faded.
Year still after year flows
down the Seven Rivers;
cloud passes, sunlight glows,
reed and willow quivers
at morn and eve, but never more
westward ships have waded
in mortal waters as before,
and their song has faded."
The group of Elves sat silent for a few moments after Legolas' beautiful voice
finished the sad tale of Firiel. All was silent until Haldir returned with a
fresh rabit. The hunter looked at the others curiously but said nothing as they
went about the rest of the camp chores before the night.
Elrohir cast glances at Legolas every so often, finally understanding how strong
the sea-lust was in his friend.
Elladan volunteered first watch and Glorfindel second. Haldir would take third.
The group, save Elladan, settled in their blankets for the night by the warming
fire after the meal.
They would leave at dawn.
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Whoo, the song is "The Last Ship" by J.R.R Tolkien. I found it in the "Tolkien
Reader" book.

Chapter Three
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It had been two weeks since the night of Legolas' song of Firiel and the small
group of Elves was begining to feel the wear of the tedious journey. Though the
road was not difficult for them to travel on, the treeless land was begining to
depress the Elves and Legolas was looking forward to seeing his friend, Gimli,
once more.
They had decided to camp just in sight of the doors of Khazud-Dum, once called
Moria. With the return of a strong population of the stout Dwarves, all fell
creatures had been removed from the mansions depth. Gimli had chosen to rule in
Moria and visit the Glittering Caves often. Legolas travelled to see him and was
frequently "dragged along" on one of those excursions to Helm's Deep.
Clouds passed over the moon only to continue their path westward in the strong
breeze. Haldir was speaking with Glorfindel, Elladan was trying to show Elrohir
how to properly cook their food (considering the latter Elf burnt it the night
before), and Legolas was watching the mountain. The young prince knew that the
Dwarves had spotted their fire and would come to investigate once the sun had
completely set. That had been why Legolas had urged them to have only a small
amount of food this time. Gimli tended to take Legolas' visits as an excuse to
have a great feast. Then again, the Dwarf tended to take anything as an excuse
for an elaborate party.
Sure enough, just as the last crimson rays had fallen behind the horizon as the
sun took her leave, a number of gruff Dwarves came marching up, with axes at the
ready. Elladan gave up trying to show his brother how to cook when the food fell
into the small fire. All Elves were at the ready for a fight and knew that the
eyesight of Dwarves was not good in daylight, let alone the night.
"Friend or foe?" the leader asked immediately. The voice belonged to Gimli
Elf-friend.
"Come now Gimli, surely your eyes cannot be so bad that you do not recognize
me," Legolas responded playfully. He couldn't help but smile as his keen eyes
caught the surprise and then joy in the Dwarf's face. Glorfindel and Haldir were
able to hold in their laughter, but the twins were not.
Gimli dropped his axe and embraced his taller friend, "Legolas! What brings you
this way? Surely you are not here for a mere visit."
"Alas, no. I fear I have come on an errand. However, such matters should not be
discussed here," the Elf answered as he pulled out of the friendly arms. Gimli
nodded and assured the rest of his Dwarves that the Elves were friendly. Though
they knew Legolas, the rest were strangers to them and they were suspicious.
The fire was extinguished and the group made their way to the passageway that
had once been their only means of entering the mountain when they could not go
over it. A Dwarf stood by the open doors and was the last to enter behind the
visitors.
Gimli led them down a well ventilated corridor to the vast cavern that served as
the main hall of the mansion. Torches lined the walls and a large fire heated as
well as lit the room from the center. Hundreds of Dwarves went about the
preparations of their evening meal, a large slag of meat was roasting over the
fire, the enormous tables were being set, and the smell of fresh bread and
pastries assaulted the keen Elven noses.
Tapestries of great deeds, both Dwarven and Elven, were in their places along
the wall. An number of the Dwarves that were not familiar with Legolas stopped
to look curiously, until Gimli urged them on with their tasks. Of course, as
expected, after leading them to the head table under the tapestry of Balin,
Gimli decided to make an announcement.
"My friends! We have reason to celebrate this fine evening! Welcome the Elf
Legolas and his comrades and kinsmen to our wealthy halls. Let us feast in their
honour and the friendship that has come between the Dwarves and Elves since the
fall of the Darkness!!"
A chorus of cheers sounded and Gimli looked very pleased with himself. He sat
and motioned for the group of Elves to do the same. Elladan and Elrohir gazed
about them in wonder at the sight of so many Dwarves, Glorfindel regarded the
tapestries about the hall, and Haldir didn't seem to relax in the least as
Legolas spoke with his friend.
"How fare you friend Legolas?" Gimli asked as he took a swig of the ale in the
mug that had been placed in front of him. Fresh water and wine had been served
to the Elves, but they took no notice of it.
"I fare well Master Gimli. Yet these remain troubling times."
"Aye, that they do. Tell me what have you been into? It has been a year since I
saw you last."
Legolas sighed, "Things are ill for the Elves. Mirkwood and Lothlorien are no
longer Elven kingdoms. My father and siblings have set their paths for the West
and Elvenhome. And I fear that I have little time left in Middle-earth."
"Things are ill then," Gimli leaned back in his chair and steepled his
fore-fingers. "I wish to sail with you when you do leave. I will not have our
friendship broken because of the sea. Of the loss of the kingdoms, I am sorry. I
know how you loved your home in the forest. But what brings you here? Surely you
are not here simply to bring such fell news."
Legolas leaned forward onto the table, "I know not if it be good or bad tidings
for you, but I seek your help. I wish to go to Gondor and find what has happened
to make our friend Aragorn so."
"I will give you aid in anyway you seek my friend, but why do you undergo such a
quest? I know you understand how much danger there is."
Legolas nodded, "Aye, but I must know what has happened to Aragorn before I
leave for the West. My curiosity will not let me rest until I discover this
problem."
"Then I shall go with you. I will choose an heir from among my kinsmen and
accompany you on your journey," Gimli once more sat forward as the meal was
placed before him. "However, now should be a time of celebration! Eat, drink,
and have your fill. Tonight and every other until you are properly rested we
will feast and party in your names my friends."
The Elves all smiled and looked at the food. The cook had known that Elves
prefer light foods and had given them only the light meat and small portions of
it. A few vegetables that Gimli kept for such occasions also adorned the plate.
Soon, the cavern was filled with hearty laughter and many joyous voices.
The meal passed in such manner and the festivities brought on by the arrival of
the Elves went long into the night. It was not long before the horde of Dwarves
were crying out for Elven tales and songs. Gimli only encouraged his people by
telling how he and Legolas had become friends in the depths of Lothlorien.
Glorfindel began by telling the story of the Silmarils. Haldir sang of the
Golden Woods and what had come to pass when Galadriel had left and Celeborn had
gone to Imladris. The twins took turns singing various Human and Hobbit songs
that they had learned on their journeys with the Dunedain. Finally, Gimli called
for Legolas to sing one of his magnificant songs.
The Wood-Elf smiled and began one of his sadder songs,
"Cold as the Northern winds
in December mornings.
Cold is the cry that rings,
from this far distant shore.
Winter has come too late,
too close beside me.
How can I chase away
all these fears deep inside?
I'll wait the signs to come,
I'll find a way,
I will wait the time to come,
I'll find a way home.
My light shall be the moon,
and my path- the ocean.
My guide- the morning star
as I sail home to you.
I'll wait the signs to come,
I'll find a way,
I will wait the time to come,
I'll find a way home.
Who then can warm my soul?
Who can quell my passion?
Out of these dreams-a boat,
I will sail home to you."
As he finished, applause and cheers erupted among the gathered Dwarves and Gimli
beamed. This continued on in similar fashion until even the Elves grew tired.
Many Dwarves went to their respective bedrooms immediately, leaving the mess to
be cleaned the day after.
"Come," Gimli said as he stood. "I had forgotten how far you all travelled. I
have enough rooms for you all. They are well open so that you Elves will not
feel confined."
"Thank you Gimli," Legolas said as the Dwarf led them down another maze of
halls. They reached a set of six doors and Gimli let them set out who would
sleep where.
Gimli indicated a nearby door, "I am here if you wish for anything. Sleep well
my friends."
"Namarie Gimli," said the Elves as they entered their rooms.
Indeed they were spacious rooms. A large window was set into one side near the
bed. A desk and cabinet lined the other shelves. Too tired to take a better look
at their accomadations, all Elves simply found the bed and went to sleep.

***The next day's afternoon***

Dwarves once more went about their chores, but much slower than the day before.
Even Gimli excused any that chose to return to their beds. Legolas couldn't help
but laugh as Gimli swore off ale for the remainder of his lifetime.
"I believe you said that the last time I visited as well Master Dwarf," Legolas
teased as the Lord of Moria tried to swat him before returning to nurse his
head. "Perhaps you Dwarves should learn to control your parties."
"Oh? And where are your friends Master Elf?" Gimli shot back once he had taken
some herbs to alleviate his pain.
"They still sleep, but with good reason. We have travelled far."
"True enough. What makes you so cheerful on this day than Legolas?"
The Elf just smirked, "I drank naught but water last night my friend. And have
rested well to suit me."
"I swear Legolas, you have the stamina of Shadowfax. And are ten times more
annoying than Pippin in this mood. But I am glad for your company none the
less."
"We should rest several days before departing once more for Gondor. And have
fewer parties methinks."
"And you Elf, will rub it in no more, or I will send you to old Treebeard and
banish you from my mansion," Gimli retorted, enjoying the banter. It had been
too long since his last verbal sparring with the eloquent Elf and he wished for
more wit among his Dwarves.
The two sat at the large table from the previous evening, simply enjoying their
friendship. It had been agreed that the Elves would stay for a week or two and
Gimli would choose his heir from some of his bastard sons.
Gimli broke the friendly silence between them, "Now tell me Legolas, what of
Elrohir? I have seen the looks he has given you last night. They are much like
those that Aragorn once gave."
Legolas winced at the mention of the source of his nearly forgotten confusion,
"I care for Elrohir, but I am too uncertain to act at this time. It would be a
lie if I said that I didn't desire him as well."
"Than why do you hold yourself back my friend? You are not one to be afraid of
such a thing."
"Tis not that I am afraid, more confused. I think I still harbour feelings for
Aragorn. Even though I turned him away, it was for Arwen, not because I did not
desire him. Now I find myself reacting to Elrohir, I know not how to act in this
situation."
Gimli laid a supporting hand on his friend's shoulder, "You must choose what you
believe is best my friend. Elrohir should understand if you chose Aragorn if he
truly loves you. And the opposite is true as well. Choose what you may, but if
anyone dares to hurt you, they will find the blade of my axe their last
companion."
Legolas chuckled, "You have no need to be so protective of me Gimli, but I thank
you for your concern and advice."
So they sat in companionable silence for a time. The festivities continued,
though much slower than previously. Ale seemed less abundant and Legolas
couldn't help but smile at how quickly the Dwarves had learned their lesson.
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The song is "Exile" from Enya's "Watermark" album.

Chapter Four
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The festivities had been going on for the week that the group of Elves had been
at Khazud-Dum and the Dwarves were still hard at their celebrations. Glorfindel
spent much of his time outside, as did Haldir, the Dwarves had taken a liking to
the mischevious twins Elladan and Elrohir, and Legolas spent much of his time
speaking with Gimli.
Many of the Dwarves were in their forges or mines for the day, Gimli included,
and had left the Elves to wander and do as they wished. A group of young Dwarves
were teaching Elladan and Elrohir a game with some stones in the main hall,
Glorfindel had gone on the latest hunt with some of the elder Dwarves, Haldir
seemed to have disappeared, and Legolas was in Gimli's library.
The stout Dwarf had promised a gift for Legolas and his companions before they
left and Legolas was curious to see what he was making. Unfortuneately, the Lord
of the Mountain had posted guards near his forge to prevent just that.
The blonde prince was sitting in a large chair flipping through the pages of a
large book of supposedly "lost" treasures. He had stopped at an intreguing
referance of the Palantiri and was just reading it over when Elrohir came in.
"Ai, here you are," the dark-haired Half-Elf smiled and looked the beautiful
archer over. "I was sent to ask if you wanted any food. Gimli wishes to have a
feast to celebrate his latest works of metal and gems."
Legolas closed the heavy book and stood, "Aye. He would hold festivals for such
a thing, now wouldn't he?"
The two laughed and made their way to the cavernous room where the Dwarves had
gathered once more. Once all had taken their places around the room and at the
tables Gimli stood.
"My friends! I shall depart to aid these Elves tomorrow, to rule in my stead, my
son Graym," Here were a number of cheers from the assembly. "Now, let us feast
once more to luck on this great quest!!"
The Elves shook their heads as the hall erupted in joyous cheers and chatter.
Gimli smiled happily and produced four bundles for the Elves.
"Here, the gifts that you so eagerly attempted to see before they had been
finished," Gimli smiled and handed a bundle to each Elf save Legolas. Each
bundle held a prized mithril vest, just the size for the Elves. They stared in
wonder at the armour.
Gimli chuckled, "So that I will not have to worry for all of you Elves on this
journey. Legolas causes enough trouble and I shall be the one that is needed to
keep him from it."
"If memory serves my correctly Master Gimli, you have always been at my side as
I ventured into danger. But your generosity is stunning and I thank you."
The Dwarf once more smiled and produced a smaller bundle for Legolas, "I only
stood by your side so that I could keep you from the trouble you seem so fond
of. I fear that this shall not be as useful to you, but it is a symbol of our
friendship."
Legolas gasped as he held a band of mithril. It had been made from six thin
strips of the precious metal that were woven together by extremely skilled
hands. To say it was a crown is incorrect, for it had no top and was open on one
side. Small clips that resembled those made for fine hair had been placed on
either end, to secure its place on the brow of whomever wore it. A glittering
emerald had been crafted to the shape of a woodland leaf and rested in the
center of the band. A small sapphire, the coulour of Legolas' eyes resided in
the center of the leaf and was circled by two extremely thin strips of the
purest of gold.
"I cannot accept such a wonderous gift Gimli," Legolas said, still in shock at
how beautiful the band was.
"Nonsense dear Elf. It is yours, so that you may always be reminded of your
forest home, even in the darkest of lands," the gruff Dwarf stated.
Legolas placed the band upon his brow and his friends stared in awe at the
sight. It seemed to shine with the golden Elf's spiritual light, making it look
like a bright star. Legolas truly seemed like a fair and noble prince with such
a decoration.
"Ai," whispered Elrohir; "it suits you perfectly Legolas."
Gimli smiled proudly, "Aye, the band compliments your golden features well. I am
glad then."
"Thank you Gimli. I have nothing for you though."
The Dwarf waved a dismissive hand, "You have more than repayed me with your
years of friendship. You aided me in reclaiming Moria from the fell beasts that
would have remained. You allowed me to bring you to the Glittering Caves without
complaint, which is more than I have done for you. I only wish that you wear
this band in friendship. It shall not break."
Legolas smiled, "And neither shall our bond. I will wear it always my dearest
friend."
"Good!" Gimli clapsed the Elf on the back, "Then let's eat, lest our meal grow
cold and the ale warm!"
They ate and joked in good humour that day, but retired for their beds early so
that they make make haste in their departure in the dawn.
Outside, the stars were as bright as ever, narry a warning of the danger and
unrest in the world below.

****Next Morning****

The gathered friends stood at the Eastern doors of Moria and Gimli said his
farewells to his kinsmen. The Elves wore their vests of mithril, Legolas made
good on his promise from the previous night and adorned the band upon his brow,
Gimli wore his armour and carried his trusted axe. All were refreshed and had
new supplies for their packs. Legolas had found the time to repair any damaged
arrows.
"Let us be off if you Elves are prepared to do so," Gimli stated as he joined
the others.
Elladan laughed and took off at a run down the side of the mountain, he was soon
accompanied by his brother, "Let us see if a Dwarf may keep pace with the likes
of us!" They both called over their shoulders.
"And then let the likes of you feel my axe upon your necks!," Gimli retorted.
This caused the twins to only laugh.
"You will have to fetch us first Master Dwarf!"
Legolas shook his head and the remainder of the group followed the twins.
Glorfindel quickly became the target of the games once more, Haldir decided that
two against one was unfair and went to aid his friend, inly to become the main
target instead. Legolas walked next to Gimli.
"Which path will we take my prince?" Glorfindel asked once they reached the
crossroads that connected the road to what was once the Golden Wood, and the
extension of the road to Gondor. Haldir was gazing at the distant forest that no
longer housed the magnificant mallyrn. It was obvious to all that he was caught
in his memories.
The River Nimrodel was not a far distance off and they travelled to its edge to
rest. They had followed the road for the better part of the day and were in need
of a meal and rest. Gimli grumbled about the Elves cheerfulness and went to the
water to fill his water sack. A fire was started by Haldir and Glorfindel
removed a small prtion of the food from his pack. Elladan went to cloud gazing
and ignored all others.
Elrohir took a seat next to Legolas and smiled, "That band suits you well
Legolas. I have not seen you wear any decoration for a long time."
"Aye. It is light and unobtrusive. Gimli is a master craftsman."
"That he is, but you are by far the most beautiful thing that I see at this
time."
Legolas blushed slightly, "Thank you Elrohir."
Elrohir smiled and lifted Legolas' hand to his lips for a gentle kiss, "I wish I
had not need to wait. But I understand that you must choose carefully. So all I
may do, is wish you happiness in whatever descision you have come to."
"Thank you my friend."
"Am I still no more than a friend?" Elrohir raised an eyebrow but did not
release Legolas' hand from his.
Legolas looked down, "I do not know yet."
Elrohir gave the smaller hand a reassuring squeeze, "Then I shall not ask again
if it troubles you so."
Gimli returned to the camp with his water, "Tell me, how long shall it be before
we see light of the White City?"
Glorfindel looked up from his task, "If we take the North-South Road, it should
be no longer than a week. We may pass by Fangorn in that time as well."
Legolas smiled, "I am sure Treebeard shall offer us a safe night's rest. I think
we should travel by that way."
"It will be dangerous," Haldir pointed out. "The Men of Gondor are said to
patrol this way often. It will be difficult for us to get into Minas Tirith by
that way."
Elladan sat up, "Then what do you suggest?"
Legolas thought for a minute, "Aragorn's palace is in Eilenach in the city
within the Druadan Forest now rather than Minas Tirith. It will not be so hard
to penetrate the forest itself."
"And the palace Legolas?" Gimli asked.
"I will enter the palace alone."
"No," Elrohir said firmly.
The others nodded their agreement. "It is much too dangerous," Glorfindel
pointed out; "Aragorn may not remember you."
Haldir nodded once more, "I agree, if he truly has forgotten, then it will be
far too dangerous for you to go alone."
Legolas shook his head, "I must go alone. One Elf will be able to travel much
quieter than five and one Dwarf. Also, it is my quest, I should be the one to
carry it through."
"We must discuss this more another time, for now my stomach cries for food and I
only wish to obey that wish," Gimli said as he took a place near the fire. The
Elves smiled and began their meal.

****Two Days Later****

The group of wanderers had reached Fangorn by way of the Anduin. Where the
Anduin met Limlight, the group rested once uneasily on the field of Celebrant
before following the Limlight west to the edge of Fangorn. They slept less for
fear of the patroling Men along the open lands. Even Gimli could say that he was
grateful for the cover of the trees.
It was not long before the group was greeted by Treebeard himself, "Hooom. What
brings such travellers to my forest?"
Legolas stepped forward, "We wish shelter Old Treebeard. We have travelled far
and fast."
"Ah. Legolas Elf-Child! What brings you here? Hoom. You are welcome to stay, but
that Dwarf friend must be careful of his axe. We do not want any hasty mistakes
made now."
Gimli bowed, "Of course. My axe will not cause harm to any trees here."
"That is good. Well met then. Come, I will give you the shelter you ask for. You
must tell me of your journey in return Legolas."
Legolas smiled, "Of course. Thank you my friend."
The Ent led them deeper into the forest until they reached a clearing where
Legolas and Gimli had been allowed to start a fire before. A few other of the
Tree Shepards came forward with six Elven cloaks. Treebeard explained that they
had saved them from the fall of Lothlorien and thought of no better people to
wear them. Soon after becoming settled, Legolas went with Treebeard to tell the
tale of why such a group was so far south.
The others rested in the clearing. An extremely controlled fire was lit in the
center and a meal was started. Legolas returned shortly and without the Ent.
"He will see us off in the morning," the prince reported. "The only reason
Fangorn has not fallen is because the Ents can control the lands here and have a
greater desire to remain."
Legolas' fair face became troubled, "Treebeard says that Aragorn has been
leading hunting parties near here. We should take route next to the Entwash and
across the borders of Rohan. We can take the Great West Road through Firien Wood
and further. I fear that the road will be heavily guarded though."
Haldir had a solemn look, "It will be dangerous. Firien Wood is said to be well
protected by the Men of both Gondor and Rohan."
Elladan smiled reassuringly, "We will stay by you Legolas, regardless of the
path you choose."
Gimli nodded, "Aye, I've said this long ago but; 'Faithless is he that leaves
when the road darkens.'"
Legolas smiled, "Then we shall take that route."
The forest was livened by playful banter and friendly games that night. Even
Treebeard could not help but laugh when the five Elves teamed up to tackle the
Dwarf.

****Western Border of Firien Wood****

The Elves had had a long journey that has taken the better part of three months
now. Legolas has sent a message to Lord Elrond back in Rivendell by way of a
small sparrow from Fangorn. Few problems had yet arisen. The group, cloaked in
the Elven cloaks from Fangorn, managed to avoided detection from a group of
Riders of the Mark.
Firien Wood was not large, but it was still under the watchful eye of Gondor and
therefore, the group could not afford to tarry long under its cover. They had
just stopped to camp for the night away from the road, when the sounds of a
company of horses became clear in the heavy silence of the night.
It was too late to put out the fire and the group silently cursed themselves for
getting so careless. They now had no choice but to wait and hope for the patrol
to pass. The Elves were suddenly aware of their glow, even with the cloaks it
was still obvious. Legolas' band made him stand out more so than any of the
others. Gimli fingered his axe worriedly, Elladan, Elrohir, and Glorfindel
loosened their swords in their sheaths, and Haldir and Legolas fingered their
bows nervously.
"Who passes on the land of Gondor?" a strong voice demanded from the road.
Gimli muttered a few choice Dwarvish words under his breath and the Elves
contemplated running. Legolas spoke in his own firm voice.
"We are but travellers, and no threat to you or your land."
The riders ordered them closer to the road and the Elves grew extremely nervous.
Legolas quietly told the others to stay back and stepped forward.
"I said all of you," the Man stated haughtily. He couldn't get a good look at
Legolas, but knew that something was amiss.
"They are shy and unarmed, we are no threat to you," Legolas simply replied.
From his tone, it was easy to tell that he was of noble birth.
The Men looked at him suspiciously, "Why do you camp here? A village is not
far."
"We were late in our arrival and did not wish to venture any further after the
sun had set."
The leader drew his sword, "Remove your hood."
Legolas could hear the soft sound of his friends readying their weapons and took
a defensive stance, "I will not do so."
"I order you to remove your hood. By the order of King Elesser."
"And I still say no. I will not do so."
The leader growled and raised his sword to strike with the side of the blade. An
arrow whizzed through the air above Legolas' head and struck the taller Man's
arm. That was when all hell broke loose.
The rest of the Men attacked the nearest target, which happened to be Legolas.
The nimble Elf drew his knives and defended himself. There were twenty Men and
the rest of the Elves and Gimli wew too far back to be of much help. Though he
fought to the best of his ability, Legolas was quickly surrounded. The wounded
leader ordered his Men to take the offending warrior alive and the Men were
quick to try to obey.
Regardless of his skill, Legolas was no match for so many at once and his
friends were too far to give him aid. A swift blow from the hilt of a sword was
all that had been needed to send the already tired Elf into the cold world of
blackness.
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Chapter Five
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Legolas groaned as he returned to the too bright world of Middle-earth. The
first thing that he noticed was that he was in a large bed. The second was that
he no longer had his cloak. The third, he was being watched.
"You've finally awoken Legolas," the dark figure from just out of the Elf's line
of sight said. Legolas didn't move or respond, he felt too weak. He knew the
voice though.
"Aragorn..."
The former Ranger stepped into his field of vision, "Aye little Elf. I am glad
you remember me."
Legolas tried to sit up, but a strong hand pushed him down, "You should not
move. You are still weak."
Legolas nodded and lay still. Aragorn moved to a chair by the bed, "Tell me why
you've come Legolas."
"You owe an explanation for your actions."
"I need land for my people."
"You've killed mine."
"The Elves leave anyway. As well as spend less time in the Halls of Mandos,
there is no permanant loss."
The Elf was shocked at what he had just heard, "You cannot mean that! Lives are
lost. It is a grievious war for either race. You cannot mean that you regret
none of what happened!"
Aragorn scowled and stood. His chair scraped on the floor as it was pushed back.
The Man knelt next to the bed, "I do regret some, but not all. I have asked for
aid from the Elves countless times, and the answer was always no. Be grateful I
have not ordered you killed Little Prince, you are a guest so long as you behave
in a proper manner. You cannot leave however."
Legolas closed his eyes and listened as Aragorn's heavy footsteps were well down
the hallway of the palace before bringing a hand to his forehead. He paniced,
the band of mithril was gone! He must have dropped it from that blow. He groaned
once more before lying back down. After a few minutes, he allowed the darkness
of sleep encompass his mind once more.

****Gimli's Party****

The Dwarf let out a cry of outrage. He gripped the band of mithril in his left
hand and his axe in the right. He cursed himself for letting Legolas be the one
to step forward. The Elves stood nearby, looking troubled. Elrohir looked just
as angry as Gimli.
"We must get to him," Elrohir stated.
Gimli nodded, "I agree."
Glorfindel decided to be the voice of reason, "They would have taken him to the
palace. As well as placing him under heavy guard. We must bide out time for now.
He will be weak from the battle."
Haldir piped up, "We will also need a plan."
Elrohir and Gimli settled for glaring. Elladan looked at his brother, "It will
be alright. Legolas is strong."
"If that bastard touches him-"
"He won't," Glorfindel interrupted. "If he does, we will all seek retribution
Elrohir."
The Half-Elf seemed slightly calmed by the reassurance, but Gimli was still
furious. "We must set out now," the Dwarf persisted.
Haldir shook his head, "Nay, Legolas must be given time to revover and we need
to create a plan."
The Dwarf seemed angry still, but somewhat pacified, "Very well," he mumbled.

****Aragorn's Palace, Eilenach****

Legolas awoke to the smell of fresh bread and fruit. He slowly sat up and looked
around. The room he was in was indeed very spacious. A large bay window took up
a portion of one wall, a well stocked bookshelf rested next to it, a desk rested
along another wall across from the bed. Directly next to his bed was a
nightstand, presently holding a tray of the food he had smelt earlier. His cloak
and pack were on one of the chairs that took place by the half circular table
next to the door. His weapons were no where in sight.
He reached for a piece of bread and smelt it before tearing a bit off to taste.
After deciding that it was safe, he ate slowly. He didn't understand what
Aragorn had told him. No requests for help had reached his ears and surely
Elrond would never turn away his foster son unless absolutely no resources could
be spared.
As he thought of this new riddle, he ate. He had just finished when the door
opened and Aragorn strode in confidently.
"I trust you are feeling well," the king said as he looked the smaller being
over. Legolas shifted uncomfortably but nodded. Aragorn smiled and offered his
hand to help Legolas up. The Elf ignored the gesture and stood on his own. He
still wore his tunic and dark leggings but his shoes were at the foot of the
bed.
Aragorn chuckled slightly, "Still stubborn as ever I see."
Legolas pulled his shoes on and followed his captor into the hallway. Aragorn
said that he would show him around, begining with the throne room.
The room seemed just as cavernous as the main hall of Moria but white rather
than the dark earth tones. A long red carpet trimmed with a golden lining
travelled from the heavy wooden doors to the dias where four thrones resided.
Two were large and ornately decorated, and the remaining two were slightly
smaller chairs with less decorations. Having grown up in a royal setting,
Legolas knew that the smaller thrones were for the King's children.
Speaking of which, two young Human children were ushered into the room by a
servant. The eldest was the boy, he looked to be eleven or twelve. The girl
seemed to be only eight or nine. Legolas was surprised how much the two
youngsters looked like their father. Both had dark hair and equally dark eyes.
"Legolas, meet my children. My son and heir, Boromir, named for our valiant
friend from so long ago. And Nimcuran, my dear daughter."
Legolas saw the way the two looked curiously at him and was curious himself. He
had few oppertunities to meet with Human children.
Aragorn smiled when he saw their curiostity of each other. He knew that his own
children would want to know about Elves sooner or later and he just wanted
Legolas.
He gently shooed his two children off to play elsewhere and turned to Legolas.
"What do you think?"
"Cute," was all the Elf would say. Aragorn frowned, he had hoped for more of a
response.
"Tell me," Legolas spoke as the King of Men led him to many of the other rooms
in the palace; "what happened to Arwen? The story was never told in Rivendell."
Aragorn looked long and hard at the Elf, wondering what could be meant by those
words alone. "She had given the last of her energy to bless me with my
daughter."
Legolas bowed his head, "I am sorry then."
Aragorn touched Legolas' shoulder, "Do not be. It had been eight years ago."
The Elf drew away from the touch. He saw the Man frown and stepped just out of
the king's reach.
"You fear me?" Aragorn asked as Legolas moved over to the nearest window in the
corridor they were standing in. The Elf didn't meet his gaze.
"You have led an army to destroy the land where my people have lived for
millenia. If our positions were reversed, would you not be uncertain?"
Legolas was pushed against a wall as Aragorn advanced. The Man raised a hand to
touch the smooth, pale skin of the Elf's face.
"I would never harm you Legolas. The land was needed for my people to continue
to grow."
The Elf slapped Aragorn's hand away and glared, "Then a deal could have been
made! You had no reason to simply begin taking land and destroying forests!"
Aragorn growled and slapped Legolas before storming away. He turned just before
he reached the door that led back to the throne room, "You will not be
considered a prisoner so long as you obey my rules. I have no reason to harm
you, but if you dare to dishonour me like that again, then a reason may be
made."
Legolas stood in the hallway contemplating what to do. He gingerly touched the
forming bruise on his cheek and glanced back out the window. The room he had
started in was a few doors from the spot where he was standing and the Elf chose
to return there.
He sat on the large bed and thought, "Please Elbereth, let the others come
soon...." he whispered softly before lying down.

****Along the Road to Aragorn's Palace****

Elrohir fidgeted where he stood. Something was wrong, he could tell that by the
sudden anxiety he had for the beautiful Elven prince that something was
seriously wrong. Elladan was trying to convince a guard to let the group through
to the palace.
All were wearing the cloaks given to them by Treebeard and so no Mortal could
properly tell what race they belonged to. Gimli, despite his grumbling, let
himself be considered a child if it would get them to Legolas sooner. Glorfindel
and Haldir were standing apart from the rest of the group with one hand on their
weapons.
The guard took one last look at the group and let them pass through the gates
into the city. The palace rose above the buildings on one side of the city. The
Elves had a strong sense of foreboding as they saw the huge edifice that
shadowed the rest of the Human houses.
"Let us find an inn," Haldir suggested. "We need to plan."
The rest agreed and wandered the streets until a proper inn was found. They
would need to rest and find a way to locate Legolas.
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Chapter Six

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Legolas sat once more by the window in the room he had been given to him by his
captor. He had been here for a day and was already begining to feel the effects
of being inside for so long.
Aragorn had come by once to check on him. The Elf was still shake by that
encounter.

****Flashback****

Aragorn let his gaze wander over the Elf's lithe form. Legolas once more backed
away from the look of desire in the king's stormy eyes.
"What do you want?" Legolas demanded when Aragorn approached him.
"You. Just as I wanted you so long ago as well."
With nothing more said, Aragorn used his larger frame to pull Legolas into a
bruising kiss. The Elf struggled against the much stronger arms. True, he had
wanted Aragorn, but not like this.
Aragorn had pushed him against a wall and held him there with a hand on either
shoulder. "You still fight me. Why?"
"You are not yourself. The Aragorn I remember would have been gentle and kind,"
it was true. Except for that one time on their quest, Aragorn had always tried
to keep Legolas near him with gentle words and kind looks.
The king released his prey and stepped back, "I have lost one that I love, I do
not wish to lose you as well."
Legolas was surprised to see the honest emotion in Aragorn's grey eyes. "Tell me
what happened to change you so. If you would just call your army away from Elven
lands, a truce could be called."
"And you?"
"I...I will remain here, so long as you leave the remaining Elves and Dwarves in
peace."
Aragorn shook his head, "I need that land. The Elves will be gone soon, I will
not hinder their journey West."
Legolas watched as Aragorn was called away to royal matters.

****End Flashback****

Legolas had been serious about staying if his people would be left in peace.
Even though he had been finding himself interested in Elrohir.
He wanted to find out what was wrong with Aragorn before anything was settled.
Legolas stood and started to wander the halls, Aragorn had been called away to
see one of his dukes and had left most of the guards on the outer perimiters.
A room where Aragorn had failed to show Legolas had been drawing him to it each
time he passed. Finally, the Elf found a sharpened object to pick the lock and
enter the unknown room.
It was nothing special, just the room that housed the Palantir. The dark stone
rested on a pedestal in the center of the room.
The Elf's sharp ears caught the sounds of someone coming and quickly left the
room, forgetting to lock it again. He had just made it out of the room as
Aragorn came through another door.
"What are you doing out here?" Aragorn asked as he neared the Elf.
"I wanted to stretch my legs. I was getting bored just sitting in my room,"
Legolas answered trying to look innocent. Not a very hard task for an Elf mind
you.
Aragorn nodded, "Do you wish to see the gardens?"
Legolas perked up, "Yes, please."
"I have something that needs to be done first," Aragorn said as he began to go
to the door to the room with the Palantir. Legolas sighed when nothing was said
about the unlocked door.
The Elf waited and it had only been a few minutes before the Human came out
again. A strange look was in his eyes and Legolas was unsure what to do. The odd
look in the grey eyes cleared slightly and the two made their way out to the
large gardens.
Legolas remembered the book he had read when he had met up with Gimli in Moria.
The Palantiri, until reunited in the Undying Lands, would prove hazardous to all
those that came into contact with them. Nothing had been said or written about
the actual effects on the user's mind, but this was the only expanation Legolas
could come up with at the moment.
If Legolas was going to try to confirm his suspicions and break the spell of the
Palantir, he would have to move fast.
"Are you alright?" Aragorn asked gently as they passed under a large tree.
Legolas smiled and quickly jumped into the nearest branches of the tree, "I'm
fine."
Aragorn smiled up at him, "Enjoying this aren't you?"
The Elf hooked his legs over the branch and sat. He nodded and closed his eyes,
relishing the feeling of the sun. They stayed in the garden for a few hours
before going in for the evening meal. Legolas had thought about Elrohir again
and was only adding to his confusion about who he should choose. Aragorn was
begining to act like how he had long ago, but Elrohir had rarely given him any
reason not to choose him.
Legolas was, needless to say, starting to feel his confusion returning.
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Chapter Seven
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Legolas was sure of it now, the Palantir was somehow affecting Aragorn's mind.
After leaving that room one time, he became angry at a servant and had the poor
Human executed. The Elf was disgusted by how quickly Aragorn was changing from
one mood to another now.
The Prince of Mirkwood was pacing his room in the dead of night, trying to think
of a proper plan to destroy the hold that the Stone had on the King's mind. The
only thing he could come up with was to destroy the Palantir itself. How to do
that was a different matter all together.
His door was opened and Aragorn stepped in confidently. Legolas stopped his
pacing, "May I help you?"
"I was told that you have been sneaking around the room holding the Palantir
today. I suppose that would explain the broken lock as well."
Legolas' eyes widened, "I-"
He was silenced by a sharp slap from the king, "You cannot defend yourself in
this Elf. I have seen for myself what you want to do. I have also seen the
actions of your friends. Neither your nor their plans will succeed."
Aagorn stepped back and had three guards come in, "I do not wish to harm you,
but you are my prisoner. Take him to the dungeon."
The guards moved to obey their king and Legolas decided that his best option was
to run for it. He had nearly made it for the door when Aragorn's stronger hand
caught his arm. The Human punched the Elf hard in the stomach. It was hard
enough to send the Elf into blackness after coughing up a bit of blood.
Two of the guards took Legolas to the cell that had been prepared and the third
had been ordered to clean the mess that had been left by the blood. Aragorn's
stormy eyes were harder than usual.

****Gimli's Party****

The irate Dwarf watched as two of the Elves skillfully scaled the wall. Their
plan was for Elladan and Haldir to get rid of the guards on the otherside of the
small side door and then let the others in. A slight scuffle was heard and the
small wooden door was opened by an anxious Elladan.
"There are few guards," he reported. "I fear that they may expect something."
Gimli grunted, "Then let us be wary and quick in our search."
The others nodded and they began to search for a way into the dark corridors.
They decided to split up and search on their own, one wandering the halls alone
would be less noticable than a group of five.
Elladan found a slightly opened window and, though suspicious, climbed through
silently. As he turned left to go down that hallway, a sword was pointed at his
throat. He raised his hands, not wanting to give his life before he could warn
his brother.
Glorfindel and Haldir met each other in the gardens and decided that for eyes
would be better than two, even if they were the keen eyes of Elves. Several
times the pair was startled by noises, but could find nothing that would hint at
a threat. Both had their weapons at the ready when they heard the tell-tale
sounds of guards. Each Elf took down three before they were overwhelmed.
Elrohir stalked through the dark corridors of the palace, he had made it to the
second floor and was searching for any sign of the one he loved. He came to an
intersection in the halls and was contemplating which way to go when he heard a
number of voices. He slowly crept closer, trying to hear what was being said. A
candle was suddenly lit and the light pained the sharp Elven eyes. Elrohir
stepped back, trying to shield his eyes and bumped into a pedestal in the
corner. The thing fell and shouts could be heard. When Elrohir's eyes no longer
pained him, several swords were aimed at him. The only thing he could think of
doing was to mutter an Elven curse under his breath.
Gimli walked as quietly as a Dwarf was able to and found a dimly lit room. He
glanced in and saw Aragorn ordering a number of his guards to take the new
prisoners to secured cells. He cursed in his native language and began to make
his way away from the room. He had to find the dungeon and get those troublesome
Elves out of it.

****Dungeon****

Elrohir protested at being shoved into the small cell so roughly. The guards
paid him no heed and quickly shut him in. He looked around and saw Legolas lying
in the nearby cell.
"Well, I bet Gimli will complain about having to try to find these cells now,"
Elladan spoke up from his cell.
Elrohir moved as close to Legolas as the bars would allow him and was relieved
to see the young blonde waken after hearing his name.
"Are you all right?" Elrohir asked. Elladan, Glorfindel, and Haldir moved as
close as they could to their friends.
Legolas sat up and winced as he touched his ribs, "Aye. Why are you all here?"
The other Elves coughed sheepishly, "We...ai, were captured trying to find you,"
Elladan answered. Legolas shook his head and leaned against the bars close to
Elrohir.
The others looked at each other, "We should rest while we may," Glorfindel
pointed out. The others nodded and tried to get comfortable.
"Legolas," Elrohir spoke quietly. The beautiful Elf looked at him. "How do you
fare? Has Aragorn harmed you?"
Legolas drew as close as he could to the dark-haired Half-Elf, "I have made my
choice."
Elrohir raised an eyebrow, "Oh?"
Legolas nodded, "I wish to be with you." The words were spoken softly but
Elrohir felt his heart soar.
"I will get us out of here Legolas," Elrohir vowed. "Rest and know that I will
be here when you awaken."
Legolas nodded and let himself fall into a light sleep. Elrohir smiled and
gently began to stroke the soft blonde hair.

****Six Hours Later****

The Elves had awakened some time ago and had heard what had happened to Legolas.
They were interupted by the sounds of heavily clad feet in the stone hall. Many
guards had come to fetch the captive group of Elves.
They were led to the room that housed the Palantir where Aragorn was waiting for
them.

****Gimli-Palantir Room****

Gimli had watched as the guards led the Elves to an uncertain fate and hid
within the shadows of the room where Aragorn was waiting for his prisoners.
The gruff Dwarf silently swore that if the King of Men raised his hand or sword
to any of the Elves he would take the Man's head.
As the group of his friends were led into the room, Gimli saw the glint of metal
in Elrohir's boot. He smiled wryly, the Half-Elf had managed to keep his second
dagger so they weren't weaponless.

****The Palantir Room-Entire Group-Minus the Guards****

The guards had been ordered to leave and Aragorn turned to the captive Elves.
Even the hidden Gimli could see the strange look in the storm-grey eyes of the
Man.
All they could do was wait to see what would happen as Aragorn slowly began
walking towards the smallest Elf in the group, Legolas.
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Chapter Eight

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Aragorn faced Legolas with cold eyes, "So you have made your choice on whose bed
you would prefer."
Legolas just glared back, Elrohir growled softly. Aragorn unsheathed his dagger
and pulled Legolas' head back by his hair. The dagger was held against the
slender Elven neck. Gimli strengthened his grip on his axe and prepared to
attack the dark-haired Man. Unfortunately, if he attacked now, Aragorn would
still be able to do serious harm to his Elven friend.
"Give me a reason to let you live," the dagger was pressed against Legolas'
throat hard enough to draw a small trickle of blood.
"Leave him alone!" Elrohir spoke up. Aragorn turned his attention to the other
Elves.
Aragorn pushed Legolas aside, hard enough to cause the Elf to fall back. Gimli
stepped out of the shadows, brandishing his axe, "Stop this Aragorn! What reason
have you to harm such creatures?"
"So there you are Master Dwarf," Aragorn stated. "And here I thought that
Dwarves disliked the Elves. Well now you shall see their fall."
Aragorn drew his sword as well. He had both weapons pressed against the throats
of Glorfindel and Haldir. The dagger had moved too fast for any to see and
Haldir fell lifeless to the ground.
"No!!!" the assembled cried. Legolas looked around frantically, he had to find
away to stop Aragorn.
"Gimli! Destroy the Palantir!!" he called out. Aragorn's attention was switched
from Glorfindel to Legolas and Gimli. He threw his dagger at Elladan as the
Half-Elf was begining to move to tackle him. Legolas lunged and pushed his
friend out of the way of the knife.
With a battle cry, Gimli brought his axe down onto the Palantir. At the same
time, Elrohir had taken out his own dagger and flung it at Aragorn.
The King of Men faltered as the black Seeing Stone shattered under the force of
Gimli's axe. Elrohir's dagger embedded itself in Aragorn's chest. The Man gasped
and fell to his knees.
Elrohir rushed to Legolas' side and winced when he saw the dagger meant for
Elladan buried to the hilt in the blonde prince's side. The knife was deep
enough to prevent a heavy amount of blood loss. Glorfindel and Elladan mourned
over Haldir's body.
Gimli went to Elrohir's side and tore a piece of his cloak. He handed it to
Elrohir.
"I shall need your strength Gimli. You must pull the dagger out."
The Dwarf nodded and gripped the dagger's handle. Legolas had long since fell
unconscious from the wound and lay limp in Elrohir's arms. At the Half-Elf's
nod, Gimli quickly pulled the dagger out and Elrohir instantly pressed the cloth
against the now open wound. The flow of blood was heavy and Ekrohir was praying
that Legolas' natural healing would work quickly.
"We must leave quickly," Elladan spoke from his place by Haldir. He and
Glorfindel had preformed the ritual to ensure their friend's journey through the
Halls of Mandos. Glorfindel placed a had on Elladan's shoulder.
"He will make the journey safely my friend," Glorfindel said softly. "I should
know*, we will see him again."
Elladan nodded sadly and turned to his brother, "Elrohir, we must leave. I am
certain we could make it to Fangorn if we travel fast."
Elrohir nodded and tied a wad of cloth around Legolas' wound before lifting the
unconscious Elf into his arms. They took a final moment to mourn their fallen
friend and the once kind king before quietly slipping out of palace grounds.
Gimli had found their weapons for them while he had wandered the halls and now
carried them with him. They travelled as fast as they were able to with a
wounded friend and without another. By the time the sun began to shine her rays
on the land, the group had reached the borders of Rohan.
"We have to stop and rest," Glorfindel said. The rest of the group nodded and
Elrohir placed Legolas on the ground and checked his wound. The cloth was soaked
with blood and could not be removed without being cut away.
"How is it?" Elladan asked as he sat next to his brother after starting their
camp fire.
Elrohir shook his head, "It is beyond my ability to heal. We need to get him to
Father."
"We are too far away. Will he last?"
Elrohir brushed a stray lock of blonde hair away from Legolas' fair face, "I do
not know. Elladan, I cannot lose him now. I would surely follow him into the
Halls of Mandos if he died."
Tears dripped down Elrohir's face and splashed onto his newly found love's
cheeks. His brother didn't know how to react, they were all feeling broken after
witnessing the murder of one friend by one that they had once considered
another. Gimli was the most agitated of the group because he alone was the only
one that was not an Elf, and Elves could die of grief. The loss of Haldir and
the possibility of losing the sweetest Prince of Mirkwood would be too much,
especially for Elrohir.
The thoughts of the group were interupted by the sound of hooves.
"Please not now," Glorfindel pleaded and drew his sword. There were perhaps four
riders. As they neared, the sharp Elven eyes saw the familiar form of Elrond and
three other Elves from Rivendell.
"Father!!" Elladan cried and rushed to his approaching sire. Elrohir looked up
from where he held Legolas in his arms and Glorfindel sighed in relief.
"What has happened?" Elrond asked as he dismounted. He saw Legolas in Elrohir's
arms and frowned.
"Legolas was wounded, Haldir...Haldir was killed," Elladan explained. Elrond
rushed to Elrohir's side and checked the wound on Legolas' side. He took out a
dagger and cut the matted cloth away.
"The wound is not fatal," Elrond said as he had his pack brought to him. He took
out fresh herbs and bandages and set to work on Legolas.
"Why are you out here?" Glorfindel asked when Elrond sat back and let Elrohir
fuss over the slowly awakening Legolas. The Elven lord had his companions stand
watch on the edges of the camp.
"I was begining to worry when I didn't get a new message. I recieved the one
from when you left Fangorn, but you sent no other after that," Elrond explained.
"Tell me all that has happened."
Glorfindel and Elladan began to report all that had happened that they were
aware of while Gimli added his part every now and then.
Elrohir helped Legolas to sit up and drink some of the honey coloured drink that
Elrond had given them. "How do you feel?"
Legolas leaned against Elrohir, "Tired, my side hurts, and my hearts aches for
Haldir."
"Rest then. My father is here, he says you will be well enough to travel to
Imladris tomorrow or the next day. Haldir has passed to the Halls of Mandos, he
will be safe until he is reborn.*"
Legolas nodded and yawned, "I fear that I will have to travel West now."
Elrohir leaned down and kissed Legolas gently, "Then I will be right by your
side my love."
The young prince smiled and returned the kiss. Gimli stepped up to the two
Elves, "How are you Legolas?"
"Tired Master Gimli. Though I feel little pain from my wound now, thanks to Lord
Elrond."
"Then I am glad. I do not wish to lose you."
"You shan't my friend. I fear Elrohir will not let me surrender without a strong
fight. But on the topic of losing, I must regretfully report that I have lost
that beautiful mithril band that you had given me."
Gimli smiled, "If you have lost it, then I have found it. Here, it would look
better in its proper place than in my pocket."
The Dwarf placed the half circlet back on his friend's brow. The circlet glinted
in the moon light and Elrohir smiled down at Legolas.
"Thank you Gimli," Legolas said as he began to let himself fall into a welcomed
sleep. The Dwarf just smiled and walked back over to the other Elves.
They planned to head toward Rivendell in the morning. They could rest there
until they were ready to head to Mithlond and then further to the Undying Lands.

****Morning****

Legolas sat in front of Elrohir on one of the horses. Elladan and Glorfindel
were on the other two, and Elrond was on his own. The other three Elves that had
rode with Elrond were well rested and agreed to make the journey on foot. Gimli
was reluctant to do so, but rode behind Elladan because he was too tired to walk
at the moment.

The return journey was much faster than the walk south. It was only half a week
before they saw the edge of Mirkwood. They would cross the mountains by the road
made by the Dwarves.

By the end of two months, the group was safely in Rivendell and Elrond was
preparing a ceremony for Haldir.

Legolas wandered the garden with Elrohir. The couple had decided that they would
travel to the Havens together with Gimli in tow. Elladan and Glorfindel would
spend another year or so with Elrond before the three of them made their way
West.

Only the final preperations would be made after the ceremony in the evening.

"Here you two are," Elladan said as he ran up to them. "You need to get ready
for the feast."

"We know," Legolas said. "But a few minutes wouldn't hurt."
Elladan rolled his eyes, "I swear, you two spend every minute together. I
wouldn't be surprised if you're both late because of certain...urges."

"Elladan!" Elrohir punched his brother's arm lightly but didn't chase after him
when the former teased him. Instead, Elrohir turned to Legolas and kissed the
latter gently.

"I don't mind the idea he just suggested," Legolas said softly when they ended
the kiss. Elrohir just smiled and Elladan threw his arms up in defeat.
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Epilogue
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Legolas smiled as Gimli looked over the edge of their ship warily. The Dwarf
only agreed to this because of his friendship with Legolas.
"I suppose you would think it funny if I fell into the sea now wouldn't you?"
Gimli glared at his pretty friend and took several steps away from the side of
the boat.
"If you fell," Legolas said; "who would entertain me?"
Gimli snorted, "I believe Elrohir would be all too happy to keep you
entertained."
Legolas smiled and blushed. He felt a pair of arms circle his waist, "He's
right, shall I throw him over?"
Legolas swatted Elrohir's hand but leaned back into his embrace. Gimli shook his
head and turned when he heard the call of several other Elves. Elrond was waving
to them from the shore, Elladan was calling out his farewell to his twin
brother, and Glorfindel stood along side his lord.
As the ship began to move away from the dock, the trio of passengers waved and
called out their goodbyes.
They would be able to spend the rest of their lives, however long, together.
Either on the seas or in Elvenhome. Though Gimli did quite a bit of complaining
about going to a land inhabited solely by Elves.
The wind filled the sails and the ship began its journey. Legolas leaned against
Elrohir and Gimli watched the waves roll by.
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The End.