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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: here�s a more timely
chapter. Enjoy it, please! Don�t forget to review! I liked writing this one� it�s dramatic. This is the turning point of the story.

Legolas stared
at his closed door, feeling alone again.
Is this love? Is this what all the young girls and all the
young boys clamor about? This is what
the singers celebrate over and what the poets delight in. How can that be? This is no joy, I think. I don�t actually remember love, that emotion,
that device� I know my mother offered it
to me long ago, but I was so young and the youthful mind only retains survival
skills. And sadly, that is all I
know.
But
shouldn�t love be a survival skill as well?
Perhaps not, what I mean is that I have been able to breathe and move
thus far without this emotion-or whatever it is-being a part of my life. My father has raised me to be a prince and
eventually, a king who is bound for success, not necessarily with a kind and
loving heart. Often times I believe that
the love he once had for me, if he ever had it for me, left with my mother.
But look at me! I am no prince, and a king? The question is so absurd it is
humorous. I even laugh at the prospect
at times. Here I stand, the son of a
great king who has born a son who might as well have been born a mere
peasant. What was the use of it
all? The careful breeding, the most
expensive luxuries, the best training, and never has there been a son with more
effort exuded on him intended for the sole purpose of his success. How can I stand a failure? How dare I stand a failure�
Yes,
a failure, with no one in the world but a loving son of a much greater ruler to
call a friend. I don�t want to imagine
the loneliness I felt before I came here.
But at least loneliness is not as complicated as �love� or whatever it
is that makes me wish for his comfort. Elrond
must be a great man to teach his son the importance of love. Let me correct myself, Elrond must be a great
man to teach his sons the importance
of love. Elladan is magnificent, I have
not felt what it is to be cared about for quite some time, but that is neither
here nor there. And what of that boy,
Elrohir, he only hates me because he loves his brother. What kind of a world is it when a vile
creature like that is so enormously capable of love� but why not I?
�Why not I?� Legolas asked himself aloud, leaving the circles of his
thoughts. Once again, that question
would remain unanswered tonight. He
walked to his balcony, saw one look at the trees and turned from it just as
quickly.
He took of his heavy tunic and
rolled into bed. The night air was
creeping in his window and only slightly chilling him. He thanked it for being merciful to him after
the incidents of the morning. The wind
blew harsher, as if it was laughing at his meek thoughts of thanks. He turned bitter agaid pud pulled the warm
and flawless and thoughtless sheets higher upon his body.
()()()()()()()
�Please,
open the door,� Elladan whispered after knocking on the heavy wood for quite
some time.
�Fine,� his
twin answered and opened it quite gruffly.
�But I will not welcome you.� He
peered into his chambers and found it even messier than the last time he saw
it.
�Please,
Elrohir, you must stop this silliness.
You will not please the Valar if you act hostile towards your own
brother,� Elladan immediately wanted to take back the last part of that
utterance. Mentioning what seemed to be
lost was not the best idea.
Elrohir
raised his eyebrows in mock surprise, �I�m horribly sorry, brother, but the
Valar are not pleased when I am not
in dissention with you either.� Elrohir
elicited a bitter giggle, �Please, Elladan, you must stop this silliness.�
His brother
laughed but Elladan stomped his foot in anger, �I will not stand for you
mocking my efforts! Enough is enough of
your games, Elrohir! You simply cannot
stand there begging me for my apology when there is nothing to apologize for.�
Without
missing a beat: �There is plenty to apologize for, Elladan! You must look at the past, find the
reason. But I�ll save you the time and
just give it to you: you completely betrayed my wisdom!�
�You have no wisdom, Elrohir!� Elladan
gasped due to some sudden pain. He felt
his own words tear into his beloved brother�s heart. That horrible and shocking pain had
immediately ricocheted into Elladan�s heart induing a
horrible sharp stab.
Elrohir
gaped and leaned on the threshold of the door for support and whispered: �You
meant that.�
�No, I�
that was foolish of me� I�m sorry, I didn�t mean to-
�No! Shut your mouth, Elladan! You meant it and you know it� I know it too,�
Elrohir managed to close his mouth again and took a step back into his
room. �You think I have become a fool.� Elladan thought he spotted a faint glimmer of
Elrohir�s former self for a second. His
last declaration was spoke in a very reserved
manner. The accent of an educated
scholar influenced his voice for a brief moment.
�Elrohir,
please-
�No!
This kingdom laughs at me, our friends laugh at me, father laughs at me,
I guess I should�ve expected you to join in on the big joke as well,� Elrohir
smiled bitterly and elicited a small laugh as well. �Now I can laugh with all of them too. I can laugh at the most comical character
Elven history has ever witnessed:
Elrohir Peredhil, son of Elrond, the great diplomat turned mad
whore.� Elrohir laughed again, but much
more heartily. �It�s alright, Elladan,
you need not apologize anymore. I
ustanstand; I am not so much a fool that I can�t recognize a joke when I see
it.�
Elladan
remained silent and searched the floor for interest. Moments of silence passed.
Elrohir
reached out to his brother with a singular finger tip to lift his chin up to
meet his gaze.
The younger twin smiled with an
emotion that could be mistaken for evil but could not be mistaken for good,
�You were knocking before. Do you still
want to come in?�
Elladan shook his head and walked
away. When he was out of sight, Elrohir
took a walk of his own. He decided to go
into the city of Imaldris. The need to
be surrounded by normal elves was dire.
As he passed out of the outer halls of the palace he heard random
comments escaping from the servants� lips�
�Is that Elrohir?�
�Of course, it is. Master Elladan was
just called to the stables because his horse has the flu.�
�I always knew the twins were fair,
but he looks pale.�
�When beauty
leaves canccancnsannsanity takes it quickly.�
�He hasn�t
spoken in years.�
�If it
weren�t for his brother�s voice, I would�ve forgotten what they sounded like.�
Despite his
sensitive hearing, he pretended as if he hadn�t heard a word and walked out of
the palace and into the hustle and busthe the city provided.
But as he
took his first ten steps, the streets slowed and many eyes were planted on his
form. They must�ve seen Elladan go to the stables: they know it�s me.Weary mothers took one look at hiseateeatening
form and shooed their little children back into their homes. Some younger elves, whom looked as if they
had just come of age passed by his form and laughed cruelly.
�I heard he
sleeps with his brother, one can only imagine!� a roar of laughter rose from
the young elves.
�I wouldn�t
put it past that wacko.�
Elrohir
walked past them with haste but only felt more eyes follow him, inspecting his
movements as if some type of foreign animal.
�Haven�t
seen him come out of the palace for the Valar know when.�
�My cousin
trains with Haldir, that�s supposedly what the twin does with his time now.�
�Has your
cousin laid with him yet?� a laugh was heard.
�Could you
blame him? He is more fit than his
brother, a body to die for��
�Too bad
he�s mad!� More laughing.
Elrohir
quickened his step. He yearned to go
back to the palace and away from the harsh words of these people. But then he remembered why he came out here
in the first place: to be surrounded by normal people. They were the normal ones, they were the
correct ones: therefore, every word and utterance they spoke must have been
correct. It was true, he was mad. He had failed himself: a once great elf
reduced to the faint reflection of his former self.
Enough was
enough. He pivoted his step and walked
back to the palace. Absent-mindedly he
pulled his coat tighter around him, as if the thick wool clothe could conceal
him.
�I cannot
exist with these people anymore. I�m
ashamed,� the palace guards took note of his quick return and ushered him in
quickly.
A single
set of eyes watched him from the stables as he hurried back in the protected
palace.
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