Title: Battle's Poison Epilogue 
Author (including email): Celeborn Peredhil (CelebornEstel@aol.com)
Pairing(s): Legolas/ Thanduil
Rating: G
Summary: Epilogue perhaps...
Disclaimer: Nope, still not getting anything
Warning (only if necessary): incest if you wish
Authors Note (if needed/desired): If you don't read anything else read the 
ending note.    

    Legolas fell asleep in Thranduil's bedroom in a chair by the bed. He'd 
been there over four hours. Thranduil stirred finally awake. He couldn't help 
but smile at Legolas  lying there. If only he could lie by him...comfort 
him... His strength had returned, and he was at last healed. 

    "Father!" Legolas gasped hugging him, "Your awake!"
    
    "Yes,..." he nodded without thought to the situation. Legolas' head 
rested on his shoulder and he sighed contentedly. 
 
    Legolas grew lost in his own thoughts once again, "People always jump to 
conclusions, always think their thoughts are better than others... If people 
were just more open minded...than perhaps one day ... mayhaps ... no...  So 
few truly understand love... Love isn't just what people assume. Love is 
having the courage to stand up against every impossibility, to give your own 
life to protect, and..." his words drown off again. "It's unexplainable...I 
just hope that one day ... he won't always be so blind..." Legolas sighed, he 
couldn't explain it but he knew it was and wasn't that more than anything 
else what truly mattered? Yes, it was.

*No, unless at least one person ask I shall not continue this. It's more of 
an epilogue I suppose ... ending where it began... I just hope that at least 
one person learnt one thing from Lord of the Rings. Sam's love for Frodo was 
a true love that cannot be surpassed. If anyone can read this and know this 
is what I was trying to say then so be it. I pity those who can't.*


Title: Battle's Poison 
Author (including email): Celebrant Peredhil ( CelebornEstel@aol.com)
Pairing(s): Legolas/ Thanduil
Rating: PG for now, hey it's only Chapter 1
Summary: Chapter 1, Although more like a prologue and quite short... After 
wounded in battle, Legolas worries over his father's recovery to sum it up.
Disclaimer: No, I doest not own these characters and I'm not getting any 
richer. 
Warning (only if necessary): Incest
Authors Note (if needed/desired): Yes, this IS my first Fanfiction and my 
first slash of course. ..; Comments welcomed good or bad (try to label with 
your fanfiction or something.) If enough people like it I'll consider writing 
on. ::shrugs:: Want something to happen? Send suggestions and don't be shy. 
^^; Are mind are all in the gutter but some of us are looking up at the 
stars. Well, enjoy.



Battle's Poison
    



    Spreading as an epidemic it started, slowly effecting one land and then 
another little by little. Perhaps it was only his imagination. Perhaps it was 
a dream... No, this was a reality. A great shadow was consuming the land 
little by little. Little ... by little ... by little. Until a great wasteland 
formed, a pool of darkness cast into shadow. Could nothing stop this? 
Whatever it was set on destruction. The wind blew through the trees, 
reminding him of the dramatically slow melody of an orchestra. What was that 
in the distance? A war? No, a battle. 

    He looked upon the great, vast army and somehow they knew never again an 
army so proud with such dignity would he ever again see, or would he? An 
alliance of great elven warriors. They all wield great swords, spears, and 
bows. Never before had he beheld such an army. 

    He noticed a lord. Upon his brow was a circlet of silver that had a plain 
and simple beauty like that of a star that shone in the midsummer night's sky 
with radiance. His long, blonde hair was loosely nimble in the wind and hung 
over and behind his shoulders. Somehow in no truly peculiar way he looked 
aged yet youthful, proud, clever, intrusive, and proficient with such high 
dignity, such noble lordliness he had never imagined. Fair as he was, age was 
an unguessable wonder. He looked young and old, kind and bitter. His face was 
as expressionless and stern as the eyes that looked to him and the then to 
the prodigious field around them. 

    He shouted commands in a language foreign to the great army, but 
beautiful nonetheless to the tongue that spoke it and the ears of those who 
listened. The words were hurried from need and the tongue flicked with them. 
His voice rose above all others. Battle drew near and the piercing beat of 
drums grew louder. The rhythm was sharp and short in unison with a call back 
of a drum roll in answer. 

    Thunder crashed overhead with a sound as fierce as the drums. Lightening 
stroke, a vivid strike through the sky. The sky was sunless and the air 
chilled though the warriors were heated with the desperation of the battle. 
Their swords were raised and at his command they struck the enemy before 
them. The sound rose and lingered in the air of metal clasped against 
metal-sword against sword, sword against spear, sword against shield, and 
sword against ax. 

    Already many were dead-both of the enemy and alliance. In their minds, 
over them they saw death creeping and taking the souls of those who fell. Few 
were lucky enough to be wounded lightly. Death was cruel and enjoyed his 
work. He saw him cloaked in black with hands of bone, without flesh or blood. 
There he was, his skeleton hand reaching down to pull out life and send souls 
into the fiery chasm of the underworld. 

    Sword split flesh, spears pierced hearts, axes slaughtered heads, and 
skulls smashed benighted the hooves of horses. It was gruesome and the lord's 
face now revealed expression. It was grim with grief, horror, and disbelief.

    Suddenly, he looked above him and saw death's hand reaching down... and 
missing to his relief. 

    "Thranduil, my lord..." Legolas called gently though shaking him with 
force, "Thranduil ... father..." To his relief, the Elven lord woke. He was 
wounded, yet he was alive and that was nothing to worry about, he'd heal 
easily. "Your alive." He simply received a nod and grew satisfied with that. 
"I feared you'd left for the Halls of Mandos..."

    "No," Thranduil replied a bit pained. He rested on Legolas' slender form 
admiring his son's beauty. He was so much like himself ... slender, proud, 
stubborn, fair haired... Ai, how he longed to plunge his hands in that hair 
... feel his son's lips against his own ... the list went on into endless 
possibilities. His son so close, and yet so far away... If only... If only...

    Legolas stirred and the wounded cries of Orcs told them victory was near. 
It ended sooner than it began, though many were dead. As much as Legolas was 
aware, he hated to say he couldn't care. Thranduil ... his Thranduil nestled 
in his arms. Safe in his arms. So content was Legolas...and Thranduil as 
well. Legolas rested his head in his hair, even if Thranduil was blood 
stained, his fragrance lingered to Legolas. It was such a sweet smell... So 
very sweet...

    Legolas' cheek nuzzled against him, and then...stopped realizing what it 
did. Thranduil sighed both content, pained from more than the wounds, and 
disappointed. 

    An elf arrived near them. "Is the lord ... is he..."

    "No," Legolas answered simply as his father, "he lives, though he must be 
healed."

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    It was a day or so's walk back home and Legolas dreaded it. Not for his 
sake, but his father, drugged and riding in his arms. Rain poured on and off 
and Legolas sighed. He didn't mind it, but Thranduil trembled in his arms. 

    "He'll be fine..." Legolas assured himself without much hope. "He's 
strong," thought Legolas and in answer a voice came.

    "But for the weather."

    "He'll fight it..."

    "He's weak now..." The voice tormented him.

    "Legolas... are you all right?" the elf nearest him asked in concern. 
"Legolas?"

    "Hum?" Legolas lost so much in his own thoughts had been completely 
oblivious to the world.

    "Legolas are you all right? You seem troubled ... though I can see why."

    "Have no concern I'm fine. I only worry for him," Legolas replied as he 
felt the elf's hand gently squeeze his shoulder. He gave a weak smile and 
continued his journey. Only a few more hours and they'd be home...


Title: Battle's Poison 
Author (including email): Celebrant Peredhil ( CelebornEstel@aol.com)
Pairing(s): Legolas/ Thanduil
Rating: PG 
Summary: See the last chapter
Disclaimer: If I owned them I wouldn't be here right now.
Warning (only if necessary): Incest <- You don't like it you don't gotta read 
it. ::nod nod::
Author's Note (if needed/desired): There were lots of typos in my last 
Author's Note... Yeah and Comments are greatly welcomed ^^ Good or Bad (Yeah 
the last chapter was better...) But anyway, I'm going to use small words so 
you'll understand. 

1. Bad comments welcomed I can laugh over them at tea time!

2. ANY comments welcomed. I wanna know if anyone read it ^^;

3. The Poem at the bottom is called Evening Star by Edgar Allan Poe who's by 
far my favorite poet. ^^ (He's the Dude that wrote The Raven and such) 

4. I'd like to thank the two people who actually sent me feedback. ^^ Got to 
laugh at one at tea time and the other ^^ Thanks a bunch Dhvana who inspired 
me to finish it! 

5. You have to read her's 'A Child's Thoughts' ^^ one of my personal 
favorites but hey I have a lor of favorites! ^^; 

    

Chapter 2:


    Legolas fell asleep in Thranduil's bedroom in a chair by the bed. He'd 
been there over four hours. Thranduil stirred finally awake. He couldn't help 
but smile at Legolas  lying there. If only he could lie by him...comfort 
him... His strengh had returned, and he was at last mostly healed. 

    "Father!" Legolas gasped hugging him, "Your awake!"
    
    "Yes..." he nodded without thought to the situation. Legolas' head rested 
on his shoulder and he sighed contently. Legolas removed his hands from his 
neck and head from his shoulder.

    "I'll be back in a bit... I have some tea on for you and your wounds need 
rebandaging," he said in his usual soft voice, which Thanduil admired as 
well. "Farewell for now." 

    "Farewell..." he sighed watching him leave and fell asleep untill awoke 
by Legolas sitting on the bed near him. He immediantly realised he nothing 
on, but opening his eyes to Legolas' shinning blue eyes he quickly forgot all 
the same. "Legolas?" he blinked. 

    He nodded, "There's tea and your wounds are bandaged. Do you need 
anything?" Thranduil sat up letting the covers sink to his stomach and 
Legolas focussed on watching him drink the tea. "Do you need anything?" he 
repeated.

    "Hum?" Thanduil asked waking out of his thoughts. 

    "Do you need anything?" Legolas asked in concern.

    "No," he replied. Legolas contenued to fuss over him as a mother would a 
child and Thranduil let him since he was enjoying the company, and the fuss. 
Legolas would sit on his bed softly stroking his hair while telling him the 
events of the day. Then, Legolas would make such a fuss over him eatting 
untill finally he ended up being spoon-feed. Legolas happily took on the 
responsibility, if you could even call it that, and spent his every waking 
moment with him. 

    That night Legolas woke shivering with the cold. He nursed the fire back 
and went back admiring Thrandui's shivering form. He crept into the bed and 
fell asleep as he'd done in childhood after a nightmare or a cold winter 
night such as this one. He was thirty-five not that old for an elf really. 
Maturity was at age fifty so it didn't much matter he wouldn't expect 
anything. Legolas wrapped the blanket aroudn them and nestled into his 
father's hair sleeping soundly.

    Thranduil woke near three in the morning and shivered slightly though the 
fire burnt wildly. He smiled at Legolas asleep near him in his usual 
childhood spot across from him. After his mother died he often slept near him 
for the comfort of knowing he was there. He softly stroked his hair and 
kissed his forehead. Then he noticed for the second time he had nothing on 
and got up. Legolas woke to the movement and glanced from his already opened 
eyes as Thranduil dressed into his undergarments. And then looked down 
chiding himself and pretending to sleep.

    "Ai, Legolas," Thranduil murmered softly lying down beside him. "Sweet 
Legolas," he sighed softly stroking his hair and kissing his forehead.

    

"'T'was noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars in their orbits,
Shone pale through the light
Of the bright, cold moon,
'Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the heavens,
Her beam on the waves.
I gaz'd awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold- too cold for me-
There pass'd, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turn'd away to thee,
Proud Evening Star,
In thy glory afar,
And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart
Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heav'n at night,
And more I admire
Thy distant fire, 
Than colder lowly light.


    And from that Legolas fell into a deep slumber nestled safely in his 
father's arms. 


Title: Battle's Poison
Author (including email): Celebrant Peredhil (I likes to spell that way ^^) 
CelebornEstel@aol.com
Pairing(s): Legolas/ Thranduil
Rating: PG -13 ^^ (Yey it went up one)
Summary: See above
Disclaimer:
If at once I owned them, I don't think I'd be here
Instead I'd be by the bank (of course the one that's nearer)
Warning (only if necessary): Incest, 
Authors Note (if needed/desired): Battle's Poison has son in it. ::blinks:: 
Strange hum? To tell you the truth it''s just something I put on there 5 
seconds before sending it off... BUT I think I finally did it. Not a typo. 
E-mail me if ay see one. ::shrug:: ^^; 

I know... But I DID get it up to PG13... Yeah I sorta got writers block and 
it's the best I could come up with. So sue me. ^^; Erm yeah... 

    




Chapter 5 


    "Thranduil...father... wake up. I must tell you something," Legolas 
breathed deeply fingering the necklace.

    "Yes, do you like the necklace?" Thranduil smiled brushing back his 
own hair. 

    "Yes.. but... I'm sorry..."

    "For what?"

    "That I love you."

    "Why are you sorry for that?"

    "Because I love you more than I should... You see I love you as I am 
not allowed," Legolas couldn't help but start crying. He didn't want to love 
him in that way ... he really didn't but he couldn't stop either. 

    "Shush. Quiet... It's all right Legolas... It's okay. I love you as 
well..."

    "What?" Legolas said continuing to look down in shame. It was 
probably to make him feel better but still he didn't want to face him. It had 
to be said. 
It was eating at him as-as ... he cried harder. 

    "Quiet my beloved," he lifted Legolas' chin and gently kissed him. "See 
everything's all right. I'm here..."

    Legolas sniffled and lay his head on his chest. "Your not mad?" he said 
finally looking up. 

    "Of course not. I love you more so than you can think of... I wanted to 
tell you... I really did ... but I couldn't." Thranduil gently kissed his 
face, pointy ears, flushing cheeks, silky lips, forehead, and neck until 
Legolas calmed down. 

    "You just feel sorry for me," he managed and sighed. 

    "No, I don't... Legolas look at me ... am I lying?" Legolas shrugged. "Oh 
come now. Have I ever lied to you?" 

    "No."

    "Then why would I start?" Thranduil kissed his son once again and got 
up. 

    "Where are you going?"

    "To get us something to eat. I'll be back in a little while, don't worry."

    "Okay..." Legolas lie down on the bed. "He loves me ... he actually 
loves me." Legolas smiled to himself. 

    "Miss me?" Thranduil walked inside and sat a platter down on the table 
aside his bed. Legolas nodded and Thranduil sat down aside him. "Here 
eat," Thranduil pressed an apple to his lips. 

    Legolas took a bit still a bit weak from lack of sleep. "Good?" Legolas 
nodded eating greedily. Thranduil lay beside him feeding him and 
watching with lust as the juice ran down his chin and flinched as the juice 
ran down his fingers. Legolas gently lapped it up taking a moment to suck 
on his fingers one by one as Thranduil licked his cheeks and chin. "You 
know ... apples taste even better on you."

    Legolas laughed, "Oh really? Am I supposed to take that as a 
compliment?"

    Thranduil nodded. "Of course."

    "Well, you taste good by yourself." They laughed merrily until there 
was a knock on the door. Thranduil removed himself from Legolas 
quickly and left him to finish eating by himself while he sat across from 
him watching him eat. 

    "Come in." Thranduil said glancing at the door. 

    "My Lord I was just wondering," Celeonius said looking to Legolas 
with distaste, "would you like me to send a messenger to Rivendell?" 

    "Not really."

    "Very well," he glared at Legolas and bowed. "Farewell my lord." He 
was tremendously ecstatic when Legolas had collapsed, it meant he 
couldn't go. 

"Stupid brat," he muttered going down the hall. "Ai, but that won't matter 
later on. I have plans for him," he laughed and went into his room.

    
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    "I have to return to my duties rest a bit. I'll be back tonight around 
ten perhaps," Thranduil kissed Legolas letting his tongue linger in his 
mouth while Legolas wrapped his arms about his neck. Thranduil broke 
the kiss and kissed his forehead. "Farewell my beloved. Stay out of 
trouble."

    "If you insist," he teased. "I love you..."

    "As do I. Be good."

    Legolas got up and dressed into his royal robes which Thranduil had 
changed for him since he complained. He smiled and walked down the 
hall. He peaked in his father's study where he and some elf were talking 
about the battle. "Rather boring really," he thought. "I suppose I got lucky 
to be left out of it." 

    Opening the door he walked outside into the sun. It was a beautiful day 
with blue skies and white clouds in fall. He yawned and stretched out on 
the ground watching the clouds pass and the leaves blow off the trees. 
"*Oh Legolas...*" he was pulled roughly to his feet. "Up my little one."

    "Haldir?" he blinked. 

    "Who did you expect?"

    "Certainly not you ... your supposed to be in Lorien."

    "I'm bringing a message to your father. Simple as that." Legolas 
nodded. 

    "And Celeonius wanted me to tell you something as well."

    "What's that?" 

    "This." Haldir slapped him roughly across the face knocking him to the 
ground with such force. "Farewell."

    "Haldir! Damn you!"

    "*Farewell my prince. Good day*" he snickered. "And also I send my 
greetings." He kicked him between the legs and walked inside. 

    
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    Legolas lay in bed reading and waiting for Thranduil. He strongly 
decided against telling him against Haldir. It was much to embarrassing.

        Thranduil walked in and Legolas hugged him arms about his neck. "I 
missed you!" 
    
    Thranduil laughed and kissed his nose. "Did you now?" Legolas 
nodded. He laughed merrily and tackled him to the bed. "Come now 
Legolas off."

    "As you wi-" Thranduil pushed him down and kissed him. 

    "A little to easy aren't we?" 

    "I blame your beautiful voice." They laughed together and rolled about 
playfully for a bit until finally tiring. Legolas lay atop Thranduil between 
his legs and on his chest.

    "What happened to your cheek?" Thranduil asked softly running his 
hand over it. 

    "It's nothing. I probably just bumped into a branch or some other small 
thing I don't recall. It's nothing. Really."

    "It's something now stop trying to pull away. I just want to make sure 
you're all right... It looks more like someone slapped you..."

    "Really father it's nothing. Don't you believe me?"

    "Very well... Good night my beloved," he kissed him one last time 
before falling asleep, arms around Legolas' waist.
    

Title: Battle's Poison
Author (including email): Celebrant Peredhil
Pairing(s): Thranduil/Legolas and a bit of Haldir/Legolas
Rating: R/PG-17
Summary: look above
Disclaimer: 
I don't own them not indeed
Never did, you cannest read
But even though I don't, and won't
I still wish I did.
Warning (only if necessary): Incest, slight rape you could say if you even 
want to call it that. Don't like it don't read it. (Hint: The good guy always 
wins)
Feedback: Welcomed good or bad. 
Authors Note (if needed/desired):
1. I'm sorry. I like Haldir but I needed a villain...
2. Yep. 
And now we find the end is near...
From A to Z, From there to here 
I can shop the world from my computer at Ebay ^^; 
3. I could really use a new pairing. Idea welcomed. It'll probably be 
Elladan, Elrohir, or Elrond. ^^ Ideas welcomed, and needed. 
4. Sorry Haldir fans... I love him too but still...
5. I think I may have (this time at least) got it typo free. Yes, I saw the 
mistakes. Your suppose to be your and such. So sue me. 
6. I HAD to use that 'Gone with the Wind' line ^^;
7. Thanks again everyone.


    
    "Wake up, beloved." Thranduil nuzzled his nose against Legolas'. "Up 
now, the sun is beating you."

    "So," Legolas grumbled. 

    "Oh, come on. Up! Up!"

    "Must you yell?"

    "Fine then. Say in bed and miss the entire day."

    "Why do I care about the day? You gave me plenty of exhaustion under 
last night's stars!"

    "I suppose I did," he teased. "What shall it take to get you up my  
beloved? Let us see if you purr!" Thranduil kissed down his collarbone 
and Legolas did indeed purr.

    "I'm up! I'm up!"

    "Good! There's a nice bath awaiting us if you'd hurry before the water's 
cold." 

    "Oh, if you say so," Legolas whined quite pathetically. "Won't you 
carry me?"

    "Your intolerable!" Thranduil chided. Legolas nodded and Thranduil 
picked him up. A wicked grin crossed his face as he took him into the 
bathroom. He simply dropped him in the tub-clothes, and all. 

    "Your the intolerable one!" Legolas whined. 

    Thranduil laughed undressing. "Revenge is sweet is it not?"
    
    "OH, GET IN HERE!" Thranduil laughed and stepped in hardly 
disturbing the water. Taking up the soap he kissed Legolas' neck running 
the soap over his shoulders and down his back and then up and down his 
chest... It was heaven. 
Desire spread over Thranduil. 

    Thranduil was best known for his greed and love of beauty. Legolas 
was by far the most beautiful of creatures and he was captured by his 
beauty. And so Thranduil behind him most will over himself shoving 
inside his son without lubricant or preparing him.

    Thranduil swiftly cupped his hand over Legolas' mouth to prevent him 
from screaming. "Legolas, quiet, I didn't mean to do it." Legolas skimmed 
trying to pull away. "If you pull away you might hurt yourself worst! 
Stop," Thranduil demanded. After a few seconds the pain diminished and 
Thranduil pulled away. "Forgive me Legolas..." 

    Legolas was crying silently at the point and refused to answer. 
Thranduil pulled him to his body and tried embracing him.

    "Don't touch me!" Legolas hissed pulling away.

    "I never meant to. Try to understand that."

    Legolas got up, dressed, and walked out the door. He left to his room 
and lie down. 

    "Legolas... I brought you something to eat..."

    "I don't care." Thranduil sighed and left out the door. 

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    Haldir knocked at his door.

    "Go away Thranduil!"

    "I'm not Thranduil," Haldir assured him. His voice was soft and sweet, 
Legolas wondered how long that would last. "I'm sorry for yesterday... I 
did not mean it. It was all in fun, though I'm afraid you found it not in the 
least bit fun. I know what happened."
    
    "How do you know what Thranduil did?"

    "I was walking by his door, you screamed. I heard the entire 
conversation. He is not truly in love with you, but he *is* in love with 
your beauty. You should know that. He loves beautiful things..."

    "Yes..."

    "I however love you and couldn't give a damn about your beauty. Come 
couldn't you see it. I've teased you since we were small because I loved 
you. Don't you trust me?"

    "Yes."

    "Then you shan't mind," he smiled. He took out a knife and pressed it to 
his neck grabbing his hair. "Down Legolas." He pulled dwon his leggings. 
"I said down!"

    Legolas was shoved down roughly. Haldir used Legolas to his own 
delight. "Now swallow," he pressed the knife closer. Legolas did as he 
was told.

    "Why are you doing this?"

    "Because you're the perfect toy. On your knees."

    Thranduil knocked. "Legolas may I come in?" Haldir dressed and 
pulled Legolas to his feet. 

    "Not a word," he hissed. "Tell him in."

    "Yes, father." Legolas tried whipping away 
    
    "What have you done to him?" Thranduil asked nearing Haldir.

    "Whatever do you mean?"

    "You've taken him against his will and you know it. It's in his eyes."

    "How could you think such a thing after what you did."

    "I could have your head," Thranduil reminded him taking Legolas into 
his arms.

    "As could I."

    "Who do you think they'd believe me or you? Besides what I did was an 
accident and you- you... You sicken me."

    "Yes, so we're even. Legolas wouldn't you rather come with me than ... 
him."

    "Frankly, Haldir, I don't give a damn." 

    "Humph. Your so beautiful I thought you might make a good husband. 
Fine stay with him."

    "I shall." Insulted Haldir stomped out the door. "Farewell, *my lord.*"

    Legolas grabbed Thranduil's neck once again. "I'm sorry I didn't believe 
you father..."

    "Don't be, beloved." Legolas nuzzled his face into his neck. "I love 
you."

    "You know, you reek of Haldir. You should take a bath." 

    "Only if you'll come." Legolas smiled at him.

    "If you insist." Thranduil kissed his nose and picked him.

*The End*