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A Prince's Desire	By : nimeme Category: -Multi-Age > General Views: 1625 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Sorry for the delay.
I had to rewrite this chapter because it wasn�t cool. But it�s cool now, I think. I don�t know, you are the judge of that. Until next time, please enjoy!

Legolas had
not fallen asleep. Ever since his mind
rebelled against the numbness, he had not been able to retain it. Haldir�s arms were wrapped around his small
frame now. Trapped, wrapped in
confinement. Here he was, lying in the
arms of the man who had managed to hurt him.
Was it rape though? I wanted to do it; well, more I needed to do
it. I should be happy that I have
succeeded, finally. I have helped
Mirkwood, somehow. The sheets were
still damp from the rain that had become a stowaway in the room. His own skin damp as well, his palms clammy
and horribly dirty. The air was fresh
but carried a bitter chill. Even though
he was so near to Haldir, he could not take advantage of his body heat. Maybe it was more of a psychosomatic kind of
chill that was first triggered by the brain.
Of course, he imagined. I never
knew I could feel so alone in someone�s arms, but it is not as if this hasn�t
happened before.
His
thoughts drifted to the night before. Once
again, a shiver ran through his body, confirming his beliefs in the chill�s
psychosomatic origins. His muscles were
still sore from the shaking. Shaking,
the entire time he could not remain calm.
Terror and fear were furthered by every touch. Haldir hadn�t noticed; well actually, he must
have noticed but not have cared. The
older elf had ridiculed his uncontrollable nerves. Legolas� excuse was that he had never engaged
in such activities before and that his shaking was the byproduct of excitement,
not fear.
The night
seemed like it would�ve been easy, but it was anything but. The recurring memories caused his lithe frame
to shudder. He was having difficulty
breathing, as if some type of lead had suddenly filled his thoracic cavity and
inhibited not only his every move.
Enough, he shut his eyes to concentrate.
Thoughts
-he thought of Elladan. The lead doubled.
As if
Haldir had felt the elf beneath him cringe from the heavy weight, he awoke, �You�re still here?�
The prince quickly turned his head
to the marchwarden and snuggled against his chest, letting his hands play
gingerly on his neck. He tried to attain
the air to speak, but came up short and weakly replied, �You didn�t tell me to
leave.�
�Well, that
is certainly what you should�ve done!� Haldir gruffly shoved the blond out of
the bed and on to the rough and frigid stone floor.
�I�m
sorry,� Legolas quickly tried to gather his clothing and dress himself,
ignoring the harsh skid on his knees.
�It�s
almost time for breakfast! How could you
sleep in so late?� Haldir became increasingly angry with every second. He threw off the covers and stormed to
Legolas, pushing him out of his way.
�I can
assure you I did not mean to,� the shaking, slowly but surely, returned.
�Well, get
out of here quickly! I need to get
ready!� Haldir walked to his wardrobe and removed his tough outerwear, hastily
pulling his clothing.
Legolas
finally managed to become completely clothed, before he left, �Lord Haldir,
might I add that I had a wonderful night with you.�
Haldir
turned to the elf with a deceitful smirk, �Well, that makes one of us.�
No!
He did not enjoy it? He is surely
in jest! This cannot be! The prince stumbled on his way out. I knew
it couldn�t be this easy.
�Same time, tomorrow,� Haldir
called from the room. The sound of
laughter followed him out, �whore.�
Legolas
closed the door behind him and ran. With
everything he had in terms of strength he dashed down the hallway to his own
room. But as he turned the last corner,
he collided with some unfortunate elf.
He was running at such a rate that he tripped over the poor fellow and
tumbled over him. Horribly embarrassed
he turned and saw the familiar dark hair.
The elf was sitting up facing the direction he had come and rubbing his
head.
Legolas
immediately recognized him and couldn�t have been happier to see anyone else at
that time. He ran to the elf and picked
him up in his arms, burying his head in his chest.
�I am so
sorry! I�ve had a difficult night. You wouldn�t believe what I have done! Thoughts of you came to me repeatedly,
Elladan,� Legolas gripped the figure closer and was about to let his tear fall
before he sensed something terribly aloof. Something wasn�t right about his scent.
The arms
quickly grasped him and squeezed horribly tightly, Legolas looked up into the angry
dark grey depths of his eyes, �What have
you done?�
The blond,
upon realization of his disastrous mistake, immediately tried to repel from the
strong figure but he only gripped tighter, �Elrohir.�
The named
shook his head in disgust, his teeth clenched, �Thoughts of Elladan? Keep away from my brother!� A fist flew into his jaw, sending his head
back at an unhealthy speed. Legolas
again tried to repel but never had he felt such grip. Another punch approached his brow and he
cringed as he realized the future pain he was about to be subject to. There would be no success at escape,
especially in the hands of such a passionately angry assailant.
However, the
blow did not find its target; he opened his eyes to see another figure stepping
in between them with a strength that definitely rivaled Elrohir�s. The prince was sent flying into a wall, of
course it hurt but anything was better than being trapped in Elrohir�s
hands. As the room stopped spinning he
saw two identical figures fighting and watched in amazement their manner of
fighting. Every fist that flew was met
with a cupped hand which blocked it.
Every kick was avoided by counter footwork. Every attempt to restrain was easily slipped
out of. It wasn�t that the two weren�t
strong and well-skilled, but Legolas deduced that they had known their challenger
so well that they knew each other�s tricks and timing. It was like watching a furious dance.
Elladan
fought to keep his brother from charging towards his originally intended
victim. Elrohir managed to catch his
brother off guard and pushed him away with amazing force as he stumbled
backward. Elrohir suddenly became still
and held his palms outstretched and open to his fallen brother, showing that he
was done fighting.
�But how
can you defend him?� Elrohir asked, but it was evident that he was still
boiling with anger beneath the calm fa�ade.
�Because
you have no right to attack him so!� Elladan retaliated.
The other
shook his head with disappointment and turned to leave, mumbling: �Oh, Valar,
please, help me.�
Elladan
looked after him, obviously upset at his brother�s plea and attempted to
converse with him as his steps put greater distance between them: �They no
longer speak to you�?� It was more of a
statement than a question. Elrohir
turned around briefly before he turned around the corner. His eyes answering a silent �yes� before
disappearing. Elladan instantly
emphasized and sighed, his hand raised to clear his brow of the newly shed
sweat, his eyes still blinking it away in vane.
�Thank
you,� Legolas uttered, breaking Elladan out of his thoughts.
Elladan was
jolted by the interruption and turned quickly to face his friend, �For what?�
Legolas
noticed the dark shiny circles under his eyes.
His hair hanging like strings in front of his face, moistened with
s: he: he obviously hadn�t brushed it since last night. His skin was ruddy from the exertion and it
gave him a soft handsome glow. Legolas
shook the observations from his mind and remembered the question; he blinked
quizzically, �For what you just did��
�And what
was that, Legolas,� Elladan kneeled in front of the elf he had kissed before with
hesitation. �Do you know what I�ve
done?� Legolas remained silent, caught
off guard by this new mood. �That was my
brother; I don�t want to have to do that to him.� He took a seat next to Legolas on the floor,
�I�ve known him longer than anyone else in this world. We share such a bond that every time I may
strike him, I feel as if it was my own body I was striking.� Elladan turned to look into Legolas� eyes,
they were beautiful.
He faintly remembered the last time
he was ever so taken with someone before.
Falling in love was such a comforting experience for him. There was no other feeling like loving and
being loved in return. The careful and
well-thought out actions and considerations that began a relationship were some
of the things he had always cherished. A
discreet smile tried to show itself on his own lips. Looking up, he indulged himself and let his
finger brush Legolas� golden hair. It
shined and felt like satin, a smirk finally played across his lips: he loved
beauty.
But his consciousness reminded him
that his brother�s heart was breaking, he couldn�t allow himself to feel any of
these beautiful emotions while something so horrible was occurring. He awkwardly withdrew his hand and let it
rest lonely on his knee.
Had noticed
these actions and suddenly Legolas felt out of place, as if he had intruded on
this relationship between the twins, �I�m sorry.�
Elrohir
twisted his face from bemusement, �I wish he would say that.�

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