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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: Rwaeler, thank you so much
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I�ve rewritten this chapter twice so here you go! It�s all leading up to a very pivotal scene
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Elrohir was
absent from lunch. Legolas took not that
none at the table wondered where he was, not even hwn fwn father had raised the
question. Elladan looked as if he was in
pain and had not spoken since he sat down.
He wasn�t able to look at anyone either.
Legolas was worried because this was a new manner that he had never seen
come from his friend.
�Elladan,
why don�t you eat something?� Legolas offered and patted the elf on the back,
letting his hand linger there after. He
closed his eyes and nodded to Legolas to acknowledge that he heard him but it
seemed that he may not necessarily follow his advice. The eldest twin buried his head in his hands
and sighed deeply, leaving his food untouched.
Legolas
knew now was not the correct time to address the problem and tried to continue
to eat. As he raised his glass, the
table suddenly jolted, startling everyone.
The prince quickly looked to his side and saw that Elladan had struck
the table with his fist. His eyes were
squint shut, and his brow furrowed. His
teeth were clenched and he hissed in pain.
The table returned to their meal without a second glance or concern. Legolas was not only surprised at how Elladan
was acting but was shocked at how everyone else was acting in response to
it.
�Are you
alright?� the blond prince asked with much concern apparent in his voice. Elladan only acknowledged him with a coughing
sob. Elrond gracefully stood from his
seat wearing a countenance that could�ve been mistaken for concern if it wasn�t
so passive. The great lord put his arms
around his son, gently lifting him out of his chair. The twin�s slender arms tried to wrap around
his father�s form but failed because he shook.
Horrible coughs shook his delicate frame further and his father lovingly
encircled him with his strong arms.
Legolas could recognize their resemblances to each other at that moment:
tall, fair, intelligent, and graceful (even through the violent coughing).
�It�s a
shame,� Glorfindel uttered. �Master
Elladan should not have to bear his brother�s madness as well.�
Erestor
nodded in agreement and continued the whispered dialogue, �It is amazing how
well he has been able to deal with it thus far.
He hasn�t broken down like this since it all began.�
�I fear why
he is not capable of now silencing that horrendous connection they have,�
Glorfindel shook his head in worry and continued eating.
Legolas was
able to pay attention to their hushed conversation and take note of every
detail of it. But he turned his attention back to the elf in question. Elladan had heard the conversation and was
now looking into Legolas� eyes, knowing that he would probably be the one who
had to explain the details. Legolas
found himself almost trapped by the gaze and could not break from it. It was a
willed contact that no one willed to break.
�Legolas,
could you please escort Elladan to his room,� Elrond asked, still wrapped
around his eldest son.
�I� I
don�t� well, I don�t know where it� is,� Legolas was still trapped.
Elladan
shut his eyes tightly, small beads of tears escaped his long eye lashes, �It�s
alright, Ada. I will show him.�
�Fine. Legolas?� Elrond held out an arm to the
prince. He almost tripped as he got up
from his chair like an immature schoolboy but was able to finally stand tall
and eager for instructions. Elrond still
held onto his son�s one arm to stabilize him but soon allowed Legolas to take
his place.
The two
walked out of the dining hall and into the vast corridors of the palace. However, they had to delay numerous times as
Elladan would almost collapse as a victim of the coughing. Legolas tried to hold him close to his own
chest during those instances, all the meanwhile praying for some sort of relief
for him. It felt strange for Elladan to
be weak in Legolas� arms. It was usually
the opposite. How many times has this poor soul offered me incomparable comfort and
compassion at my weak moments?
His arms
felt awkward as he tried to comfort Elladan.
He wasn�t used to doing such things.
Mirkwood was a place where apathy took the place of comfort. His fingers moved stiffly as they circled the
small of his friend�s back. He felt
nervous; worried that he wasn�t comforting the poor elf at all. He had only been comforted a few times before
and he couldn�t remember being comforted in Mirkwood. He tried his best and after every fit,
Elladan would begin to walk again while holding on to Legolas for support.
A short
walk that should�ve taken only a few minutes took over an hour instead. But it was alright because today Haldir
wasn�t holding any training sessions, except the one he would have to share
with him that night. All troubles aside,
they finally reached the garden. When
Elladan took one step on the springy grass, a heavy sigh of relief passed his
lips. Legolas, too, shared in that
relief and led Elladan to a seat.
�Thank
you,� the dark elf leaned into the soft back of the seat. The shaking subsided and much of the tension
in his face was released.
�It was the
least I could do, Elladan, and I mean that.�
Legolas�
last words brought thoughts of Elrohir even closer towards the forefront of his
mind. He could still hear his brother
whispering, �You meant that.� The phrase
reverberated in his head causing guilt all over his body.
Legolas kneeled before him and laid his hands
on Elladan�s knees. He leant forward to
look deeper into his friend�s thoughts.
Elladan was able to see the troubled concern in his eyes and laid his
own hands atop the prince�s. He idly
played with his slender fingers, examining every cuticle and fingerprint.
The dark
elf leaned forward as well and left a trace of a kiss on his forehead. His hands rose to softly run through the
blond hair, starting at the scalp and slowly lowering down his neck, and along
his shoulders. A warm shudder wandered
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�Do you
know why I�ve been crying?�
Legolas
nodded unsurely, �I overheard some of the advisors� conversation, and your
brother has done something horrible to you.
I will make him pay for that.�
Elladan
didn�t answer; his heart suddenly faltered and was not able to refute the
prince�s na�ve answer. If only it was as simple as that... he
thought with melancholy. His eyes became
scared for the near future that only he and his brother knew of. He gripped on to Legolas with much force as
if he was able to keep Legolas safe from the horrors that he feared for
him. Elladan shortly allowed his mind to
foolishly be confidant that his friend would be safe as long as he held him
life this. However, Elladan was not so
foolish, but it was nice to pretend.
�Please,
leave�, Despite his own order, Elladan still hadn�t released the blond from his
embrace yet. He felt Legolas� form
reluctantly fall from the hug but the other could not bring himself to fall out
of it as well. Instead, he kissed
Legolas again, this time letting his lips linger on his cheek. The soft taught skin was completely healed
under his lips.
The other�s form slowly returned to
the hug, unsurely, �Why did you ask me to leave?�
�Don�t leave,� dan dan kissed him
again, their lips met this time. Legolas
fully engaged in the embrace and ran his hands down Elladan�s back. The other broke from the kiss and nuzzled his
nose in the crook of the blonde�s neck.
He searched the fair skin and no longer saw any offending marks of
lust. They had all been healed by time
among other things.
Legolas� motions became less
afraid, the fear of possibly offending Elladan was anti-catalyst. He was in awe of the dark elf. His long dark hair was not as soft as a full
elf�s but its slight �imperfections� made it all the more alluring to him. His skin was soft but not as soft as his own,
which he liked. His brow was symmetrical
and arched in such a way that one could not mistake he was of an Elven
background. Like most elves, Elladan�s
features were delicate but not to the point that they resembled a woman�s. Small worry lines began to etch themselves
around his eyes, but not to the extent of his brother�s.
After a few moments in silence,
Legolas spoke up gently, �Are you still in pain?�
Elladan still rested his head on
the prince�s shoulder and answered with hesitance, �Legolas, I�m not the one
who�s been in pain.�
�I know, but it must affect you as
well. How could it not?�
Elladan shut his eyes and smirked
bitterly, �Of course it does.�
The blonde let his hands spread
across Elladan�s back and he gently pulled him closer to him, �If I�m here,
holding you, does it make some of it go away?�
The dark elf�s body became still at those words. He lifted his head and looked into Legolas�
eyes: they were filled with concern, worry, and sadness. But this concern, worry, and sadness were
different from the concern, worry, and sadness that usually occupied his
eyes. These emotions were completely
absent of that, it was as if they had all suddenly become spurred by Elladan
himself. For this one moment, the
prince�s mind was not centered or driven by the concern for his nation or even
his own terrible past.
Legolas� brow furrowed, �I�m
sorry. If I�m not helping you or making
things worse, I�ll stop.�
�You love me,� the words weren�t
even audible to Elladan himself.
�Excuse me?� the prince asked,
adorably confused.
�Legolas, you love me,� Elladan
smiled, he too was absent of all other thoughts or worries.
�I do,� his eyes turned sad and
welled up with tears. �But Elladan, you
must think that I love everyone I meet, since you know my past. You must think me a whore. But you must trust me: I am not feigning what
I feel for you. You must trust me.� His eyes were pleading and his breathing was
shallow, �I love you.� Elladan�s hands
were soon wrapped in his and tenderly squeezed.
�Please, trust me, Elladan.�
Elladan searched the prince�s eyes
once more and was satisfied with what he found there: there were no lies in his
eyes, �I trust you.� Legolas� troubled
eyes shut in happiness and he breathed deeply. �I love you.�
�Thank
you.�
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