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A/N: Sorry for getting this to you late! But don�t worry, it�s a long one. I wanted to make sure I got this right.
On the last chapter some of you were confused as to what was
going on towards the end. Well, let�s
just say this: the elf that was in the room was Elrohir. The elf that was in the hallway was
Elladan. Haldir kept confustheitheir
names� because � well, you will find out soon.
And Elrohir
is the one that comes to Legolas� door at the end of the chapter.
Enjoy!

�Who is
it?� A question he didn�t need to ask,
he began to open the door and just as the door was opened only a few inches,
the reply came:
�Elrohir.� Legolas fought back his instincts to slam the
door shut, but thought it would be decent of him not to.
It was
indeed Elrohir, but he looked different, he seemed � dare he say � gentle. Surely, Legolas had recognized the knock and
ha dou doubt thought it to be that of his brother�s. Legolas kept his feet still; he made no
indication to the dark elf that it was permissible to come in.
Elrohir did
not move further, �Are you going to invite me in, Prince Legolas?�
Legolas
looked the elf over again. He was
wearing some of the most magnificent robes he had ever seen. The material was dark blue velvet trimmed
with gold ribbing. The fabric was draped
numerous times over his shoulders which showed it was to represent a great
honor: it was truly an exquisite piece of Elven handiwork.
�Why should
I let you in?� Legolas asked wearily.
�Because I
asked you politely to do so,� Elrohir said musically but not mockingly. He still hadn�t made any attempts or showed
any indications of breaking into the room.
Remembering
that he had his weapons at hand, the blond fully opened the door and stepped to
the side, �Please, come in.� With proper
permission, the dark elf sauntered into the room. Legolas watched his every move as he closed
the door behind the mysterious elf. �Why
did you come here?�
�You have
taken, let us say, special notice of my brother. You must know that I care very much about
him. It is quite the understatement to
even claim that he is my other half,� Elrohir started to fiddle with some
ornaments on the mantel of the fireplace, not facing his audience at all. �Legolas, please, sit down. I can practically feel the floor shake from
your nervous nature at this moment.�
Legolas took the seat that was both
farthest away from Elrohir and closest to his fighting knives, �I have noticed
the dedication you two share. Clearly, a
beautiful relationship: I admire that.�
Elrohir
turned at that, a horribly familiar glint in his eye, �Thank you, prince.�
Even though
it was obvious that Elrohir was Elladan�s twin, they didn�t always look alike
to a great extent. But at that moment,
Legolas could see startling similarities for some reason. Elrohir�s expression was lighter but still
serious just like his brother�s but not exactly.
�Why did
you come here?� Legolas repeated with more authority, but he could not help
feeling remorseful for a moment because Elrohir�s reaction was of an offended
Elladan. A wave of guilt for his harsh
actions threatened to overtake him.
�Legolas,�
his eyes were wide with hurt and he slowly walked to his chair in such a
haunting way. The movement of his robes
as they dragged smoothly on the floor was even like the movements of
Elladan. �Please, Legolas. Do not be hostile towards me anymore.� The dark elf came to stand in front of the
blonde prince who was just itching to grab his blades from the pillows they hid
under. �I know that I have not been fair
to you. But after much contemplation, I
have found it in my heart to apologize to you.�
Before the prince could utter another world, Elrohir kneeled and
continued to gaze into the prince�s eyes with the greatest sincerity.
�Alright,�
was all the prince could muster into words; he was horribly baffled by the
similarities.
�I have
decided that I can�t let my hate for you tear apart my relationship with
Elladan. No doubt, he means much more to
me than you or anyone else ever will. So
you can see why I can�t let a lesser emotion threaten to destroy a much greater one.�
�Yes, I
see,� Legolas� voice was almost monotone, mesmerized.
Elrohir
proceeded to lay his head on Legolas� lap, the prince was too confused to even
react to it, �When I hate you I hurt Elladan and I can�t have that burden
riding on my shoulders. Therefore, I
hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me for my foolishness.� Elrohir softly wrapped one of Legolas� hands
into his own, �Besides, we share something spectacular in common, we both love
Elladan. I can certainly appreciate of a
quality like that in an elf.�
�Your
musings hold much truth,� Legolas affirmed to himself.
�I knew you
would understand. Certainly, it would be
horribly foolish of us to surround his happiness with such a hateful
atmosphere,� Elrohir lifted his head from the prince�s lap and smiled at him
with much respect. Legolas smiled back,
he believed the dark elf, trusting him.
He had to trust him: he was perfectly groomed, hair absolutely as straight
as tall blades of grass, skin unmarred, physique of a celebrated athlete, the
face of honesty, and the deep sea blue robes of an honored ruler. Legolas found himself feeling inadequate in
his presence, even though he himself was a prince.
Elrohir laid
an assuring hand on the prince�s shoulder, �Come, brother, share a glass of
wine with me in celebration of our reconciliation!�
Legolas
felt eager at the thought, �Yes, of course� brother.� He added the last word with hesitance which
Elrohir undoubtedly noticed. But the
dark elf�s expression was one of a proud father watching his son dare to take
on a new challenge for the first time: a harmless expression.
The blonde
followed Elrohir to his quarters, forgetting all the malice between them before. He marveled at the extreme beauty of the
room. The carpet was an intricate,
almost ancient Elven design; no furnishings were on it and Legolas did not dare
to even step on it in fear that he may tear apart the delicate fibers. The walls were made with faultless clay
created by the dwarfs and traded to them long ago, before hostilities were
forged between them. Along the wall
stood one tall bookcase which showcased various Elven ornaments, but
surprisingly only a few fairly old volumes.
Legolas furrowed his brow in confusion and walked towards the bookcase.
Elrohir
popped open a bottle of wine, �This is the finest Elven wine in all of
Imaldris. Can you believe it, Legolas?�
�Surely,
you will not waste it on a humble elf like me,� he murmured as he read the
spines. They were at least a thousand
years old by the looks of them. Not to
mention, they were merely school books reserved for elflings on the verge of
coming of age. Of course, every elf
would come across such books in one�s life, but something was not right. Based on what he knew of Elrohir�
Elrohir
watched him carefully and after pouring two glasses of the fine wine, he walked
up behind Legolas, following his gaze, �Please, Legolas, refrain from such
trivial interests and celebrate with me.�
A nervous giggle followed the plea.
But it wasn�t Legolaiggliggle: instead of reaching for the glass of
wine, he reached for one of the books.
Upon opening it he learned it was
about archery, a quizzical reaction played on his face, �This book must be from
your childhood, you must have studied it quite well.�
�Nonsense, I loathed archery as an
elfling,� the words escaped.
�Now it is my turn to claim
�nonsense,� for surely you must have read this one over and over, the pages are
brown with fingerprints, the spine almost cracked in three, and the overall
wear and tear show much dedication,� Legolas smirked in disbelief at the
book. �It�s hard to believe you were
able to study something so well along with all those other endeavors you
must�ve been presented with.�
Elrohir tried to smile to mask his
nerves which were beginning to make themselves known, �Yes, it was very
difficult.� He set the glasses on a
small table and watched Legolas flip through the book.
�For a scholar, I must say, you have
a very meager book collection. Where are
the various annals of history, the books of politics, and the holy books of
religions?� Legolas laughed lightly at his own musings and turned to Elrohir
for his answer.
The dark elf suddenly turned much
darker, �Who told you I was a scholar?�
His question was asked fiercely and urgently.
Legolas hardly noticed the turn of
emotions, �Elladan. He says you rival
some of the greatest minds in Middle Earth.
You are also a diplomat? A
prodigy, perhaps even a genius��
A coughing fit quickly came over
the young twin, a trace of pain on his face, �What else have you heard?�
�Elrohir, are you alright?�
�Yes! What else?� he urged the
prince to continue.
�Your connections to the Valar are
almost incomparable. I have heard many
things of the like, but something bothers me about it all, Elrohir.�
�Dear prince, whatever could that
be?�
�I have stayed here in Imaldris for
quite some time and not once have I seen you converse with any leaders, like
most diplomats. In fact, I rarely see
you speaking to another. When was the
last time you even left these grounds?� Legolas� logic began to connect the
imperative information from his random questions. He returned his glances towards the stark
contents of the bookcase, �A celebrated scholar does not have such books.�
�Books� for such an attractive elf,
you ask too many interesting questions,� Elrohir picked up his glass and sipped
the dark liquid from it, his hands were shaking.
Legolas
traced a finger over the old and completely irrelevant books, �For a ruler of
Imaldris, dressed in the finest blue robes, you are full of interesting
information - which you refuse to divulge.�
Elrohir smoothed down the breast of his robes, letting his fingers drag
languidly over the numerous folds of velvet.
His hands shortly rested on his hips before he took a seat on the
bed. He covered his face with his hands
and let a short whimper escape his finely parted lips.
�Please,�
Elrohir indicated the spot next to him on the bed. Legolas sat next to him; the small fire that
was sparked by his previous inquisitions began to inspire suspicion into his
mind. �It�s funny that you say I am full
of interesting information, prince.�
�I am only
speaking the truth. I only say this to
you because I care for you, as I must for Elladan�s sake.�
�You do
speak the truth, I am full of interesting information now that I have read all
of the annals of Mirkwood from the first volume to the latest,� Elrohir turned
his head slowly to face the prince�s shocked expression.
�Why?�
Elrohir
grasped the elf�s hands with a calm fervor, they were quickly bound in a strong
Elven string, �Legolas, you are a filthy liar and I find you most contemptible.�
�What are
you going to do to me? Why have you tied
me?� Legolas questions were merely raspy whispers weakened by the knives of
betrayal.
Elrohir
ignored his queries: �Did you wonder where I was the past day or so? I was reading all about your realm. In fact, I just finished an hour or so ago,
and I read the most interesting things.�
�Please,
Elrohir, let me go,� the prince pleaded, all his senses trying their hardest to
comprehend what was happening.
�I read in
the guard�s statistics, that your numbers are horribly dwindling. As of late, there is no way whatsoever that
Mirkwood would ever be able to fight the dark forces threatening to claim it.
Not to mention, the elves on your guard are merely children who have barely, if
at all, come of age. How strange��
�Stop,� his
command fell upon ears deaf to such manners of mercy.
�Why would
you come here to Imaldris to ask Haldir to train you? Haldir�s manners of instruction are developed
over much time and are difficult to master even after 15 years. This time is not at Mirkwood�s disposal. According to the calculations I made based on
the histories of all comparable nations, in 15 years Mirkwood will merely be an
afterthought,� Elrohir tugged on the cord rather roughly, causing the rope to
burn their captive�s wrists.
�Enough,
enough��
�I read
about your mother: tragic, truly tragic.
You were merely an elfing at the time, only a toddler, but I�m sure you
remember the first time you realized you would not see her for quite some
time,� Elrohir clenched his fists. �That
is a moment which no son forgets.�
�Why must
you speak of such things?�
�I read
about your father as well. It seems to
me and the authors of those volumes that he has lost all passion in life. Surely, he is a ruler with many faults and
few triumphs who has had two great failures.
First being the evitable downfall of his realm, second being the
downfall and disgrace of his only son,� Elrohir pulled the rope closer, forcing
the prince on his lap. He looked down
upon his scared face and felt no pity.
�Please,
stop now,� Legolas squeezed his eyes shut, ashamed of himself. He had almost given up the option of fighting
back.
�According
to your grades and evaluations from your education in the best military academy
of Mirkwood, you were at the top of your class.
I applaud you. Upon coming of
age, you began the most effective guard Mirkwood has ever seen. I saw the records of the elves on your guard
as well, they were the best, the absolute best,� Elrohir stroked his blond
hair, ignoring his cries.
�Elrohir,
please, stop talking��
�They all
died,� he stated rather plainly. �Except
you, you lived � correction, you were alive.
The news report even mentioned how you were locked in your father�s room
for days. Then what? What happened next, Legolas? Please, tell me.�
Legolas
became very still, �I don�t have to tell you.
You already know.�
�So why are
you really here, prince? Why are you
sleeping with Haldir and about to sleep with my brother? The two people that are everything to me,�
Elrohir softly laid Legolas across the bed.
The prince�s face remained expressionless, his eyes watching the dark
twin�s movements with consistency.
Elrohir straddled him and began to take off the light tunic of the blond
elf. Elrohir wore an innocent face yet
slightly marred by fear. �I know why you
are here. You�re here to absolutely
destroy me. You came to erase the little
bit of life that I could not destroy myself.�
�No, you�re
wrong!�
His mouth
was instantly cupped by a strong hand, �Stop lying! I can�t deal with your lies anymore!� Flames were almost reaching in his eyes and
he became rough. He ripped the final bit
of the light clothing off. �If you
scream or say another word, I will make
sure you can never utter another.� He
suddenly grasped a knife and held it threateningly at his neck. �Now, we�re going to do what you know best.�
Legolas
obeyed his every command only because he feared death. But even so, it was not so much that he
feared death as he feared never being able to be near Elladan again. Fear wracked his mind� there were too many
words and thoughts. Thoughts and
memories of the times he had been abused like this in the past by others. However, all of those times were not as
nearly as hurtful as this one. At every
thrust, he felt weaker and more worthless.
The
dreadful thought crossed his mind that he was not good enough for Elladan. Elr wor would always be there to remind him
that he was a whore. Unwillingly, he
felt he would always be a whore who could never love and especially never be
loved.
The door
opened without a knock and a loud and pained gasp was heard, �Legolas?
In my own room?�

Uh, o! I know, I am
horrible, another cliffhanger. Hmmm, kind
of have an idea for what should happen next but I want to hear your opinions on
this matter�
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