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Engwidh Vallen
[Chains of Gold]
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Keys:
Dreams and Flashbacks
�Common Language�
�Elvish Language�
[Translations]
//Thoughts//
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Chapter Two: Confusions and Realizations
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Glorfindel stood on the
balcony that overlooked the gardens, watching as Estel and Legolas sat under a
large tree while the twins practiced with their bows.
It had
been six months since the Mirkwood elves� arrival. During that time, Legolas
had become the center of the House of Elrond; like a sparkle of light in the
middle of a dark night. Indeed, everything seemed to brighten whenever the
young Prince of Mirkwood laughed or smiled. For that, many had sought his
company, but given the Prince�s shy nature, Legolas had content himself with
the company of Estel, the twins and occasionally the elder Lords�especially now
that his travel companions had returned to Mirkwood, after having only been
there for one week, leaving him behind.
Glorfindel watched the
golden-haired elf and smiled to himself.
It was very hard to think
that this shy gentle elf was King Thranduil's only son. The mere mention of the
King�s name would send shivers down the bodies of those who knew him. He was
famous for his strong, strict, cold, and somehow unkind personality, while his
son was one of the most loving, caring, and warmest, gentlest, kindest beings.
However, that would be
understandable if the people of Middle-Earth knew how much Thranduil worshiped
his son and loved to pamper him�but since there wasn�t even a slight chance
that the people would even think that it was possible, no one would ever guess
whose son Legolas is.
�Glorfindel, what are you
doing?� Erestor�s voice snapped Glorfindel from his thoughts.
�Watching over Legolas�I mean
Lasgalan.� Glorfindel said, turning around.
�When Lord Elrond said that
he wanted you to ensure his safety around the twins, he didn�t mean to be the
child�s shadow everywhere he goes, which is what you have been doing for the
last six months.� Erestor said, leaning on the edge of the balcony next to Glorfindel.
�Actually, he said he wanted
you and me to look after him.� Glorfindel said in mock anger. �But, you have
excused yourself with your duties, which left me to look after him.� He looked
back at the blond elf and his companions. �Besides, I think that Elrond meant
what he said. We must ensure that the twins don�t put Thranduil�s son in any
danger. I would hate to know that Thranduil was after my neck because his
precious son got a scratch while he was here. He might even send an army and
burn Rivendell to the ground if anything happened to Lasgalan during his stay.�
�Surely you are exaggerating,
Glorfindel.� Erestor chuckled. �It will not reach that level.�
�No, Erestor. It may.�
Glorfindel said seriously. �Thranduil�s love for Legolas is derived from his
love to his late wife. He loved her very much and when she gave him Lasgalan,
he was overjoyed. After her death at the hands of some humans, Thranduil became
overprotective of his son�his only true link to her. I have been in Mirkwood
before and seen how Thranduil kept Lasgalan next to him as if the young elf
would vanish if he ever left him out of his sight.�
�I
didn�t know that Queen Iralen [Jade] was murdered by humans!� Erestor gasped in
surprise.
�Only few knew that,�
Glorfindel whispered. �Thranduil had it kept secret from everyone. He had
announced that she was attacked by some Orcs, but Elrond and I knew the truth
because we were
�Legolas seemed to enjoy
Estel�s company.� He said suddenly.
�Anyone who sees them at this moment would never guess that their Kingdoms are
at war with each other. I have never realized this before, but the two have lot
in common.�
�Yes,� Glorfindel said. �Both
have a tragic past, which made them live a semi-solitude life. Though, Legolas
was luckier than Estel. At least, his father loved him very much, unlike
Estel�s.�
�What will happen to them,
Glorfindel?� Erestor asked, looking at the blond elf. �Their closeness to each
other worries me. The two are the heirs of two fighting Kingdoms. Their
friendship will not be acceptable to either of their fathers.�
�I don�t know, Erestor.�
Glorfindel replied. �I understand Thranduil�s hostility towards humans; and his
possible reaction to this friendship. But I�m also certain that he will not
hurt his son because of it. Estel, however, is another case. Arathorn would
have murdered his son if he knew that Estel had even considered being anywhere
with an elf.�
�Wasn�t that what he had done
to Gilraen when he discovered that she was Elros� descendant?� Erestor snorted
in disgust.
�That�s why I will never even
consider being anywhere near that man.� Glorfindel spat. �And if Thranduil
declares an open war on Gondor, I will join him.� He said determinedly.
�I hope that matters will not
reach that limit.� Erestor whispered, staring at Legolas and Estel. �For the
sake of the young ones, I hope��
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Estel chuckled softly as he
watched the twins argued again about who was the best in archery as usual. The
twins have never failed to make him laugh with their antics and pranks. They
were the most energetic beings he had ever met. Estel sighed
deeply; he would have been happy to have brothers such as the twins�someone to
share his thoughts and life with. He had always envied the two sons of Elrond
for their closeness, for their brotherhood, for having someone to rely
on�things that he would never have.
Estel sighed again, thinking
of his life. His life was pure hell; his father, King Arathorn, had made sure
of that.
For most of his life, Estel
was a lonely person, hated by his father and disrespected by everyone else. His
mother had died suddenly when he was five years-old; he never knew why and how
she died, the only thing he knew that she was gone forever.
However, the Gods were
somehow merciful on him; for they blessed him with the friendship of three men;
Éomer, former Prince of Rohan, and Boromir and Faramir, Gondor's
steward�s sons. However, this friendship wasn�t as Estel had hoped it would be.
After subjecting
Rohan, King Arathorn assigned Éomer to rule Rohan under his name, while
keeping spies around the young man in fear that he might rebel against
Arathorn's rule. Éomer tried his best to prove his loyalty to the King,
while working in the same time, behind Arathorn's spies, to free his lands
again.
At their first
meeting, Éomer was wary and cautious around Estel, but when he realized
how much Gondor's Prince was suffering from his father; ue fue friendship
bloomed between the two. However, their friendship was always guarded with care
and caution, for the two didn�t want a word of this to reach Arathorn's ears.
As for Boromir
and Faramir, they were more like personal guards to Estel rather than friends.
They, also, had to mask their friendship and hide their sympathy and care for
the Prince, for his own sake. Besides, Denethor, the steward, wouldn�t have
approved on their friendship. Like King Arathorn, Denethor, didn�t like Estel
and always looked down at him because of the Elven blood that ran in his veins.
A soft laugh snapped Estel
from his thoughts. Glancing at his side, a soft smile appeared on Estel�s
handsome face. Lasgalan�s face seemed to glow whenever he smiled or laughed and
Estel found himself, subconsciously, straying away in another world every time
it happened. The blond elf was like a light shone suddenly in his dark lonely
life.
What had came over him?
Estel didn�t really know or
even care to know. He was like a lost traveler in the desert, who found a
beautiful oasis in front of him and all his hopes now were to stay there
forever and never leave it.
It was as if the Gods had
blessed him by knowing such an innocent and beautiful soul. Yes, Lasgalan was a
gift for all who knew him and Estel was ready to do anything just to keep him
by his side.
�Estel?� Lasgalan�s soft
voice brought Estel back to reality.
He looked to see the elf
blushing like hell. He raised a questioning eyebrow and Lasgalan blushed even
more.
�What is it?� Estel asked in
amusement.
�You were staring strangely
at me,� Lasgalan whispered, staring down at the white snow shyly. �When I asked
you what�s wrong you didn�t answer and continued staring.�
�Oh,� Estel said, smiling.
�I�m sorry but I was enslaved by your rare beauty.�
Lasgalan whispered something
under his breath, toying with the snow underneath him. His face had become as
red as a strawberry.
Estel laughed softy at
Lasgalan�s reaction. It was like this every time he paid the elf a compliment;
the elf�s face would turn bright red and his eyes would find something more
interesting on the ground to stare at.
�You know, Lasgalan,� Estel
said, chuckling. �At times, I find it really hard to believe that you have
grown up in a palace.�
Lasgalan looked up at him
questionly. �Why?� he asked.
�You seem not used to have
anyone�s attention. You always talk in a hushed voice, blush every time anyone
says something about you, prefer to be around a limited number of people.�
�Well,� Lasgalan said. �I
have told you before. My father is overprotective of me. He had always made
sure that I don�t mix with so many people. Besides, his position as an adviser
in King Thranduil�s court made him and me targets for his majesty�s enemies. He
didn�t want to risk my safety so he assigned a guard to protect me. And believe
me Haldir, my personal guard, is more overprotective of me than Ada. He would shoot
anyone who dares to even glance at me.�
Estel chuckled softly. �I�m
glad that he isn�t here right now or I would have died already.�
Lasgalan chuckled softly.
�I�m glad too. Haldir wanted to accompany me but I had managed to convince Ada that it wasn�t
necessary. I don�t think I would enjoy my stay here, if Haldir was following my
every step.�
�Well, knowing how your
father fusses about your safety, I�m surprised that your father had approved on
your stay here without anyone from your homeland to accompany you!� Estel said.
�My father thinks that it
would be safer for me here than Mirkwood since he trusted that Lords Elrond and
Glorfindel will take care of me. Besides, I know certain ways to convince him.�
�I see.� Estel said, raising
amused eyebrow. �However, I still wonder how your face could turn bright red
from just talking to other people?�
Legolas lowered his gaze
shyly, murmuring something under his breath.
�What was that?� Estel asked
amusedly as the Lasgalan�s face managed to turn red even more.
�I said I don�t blush near
others as often as I do while I�m near you.� Lasgalan�s voice was barely above
whisper.
Estel raised an eyebrow. �And
why is that?� he asked curiously.
Lasgalan looked up at him and
smiled shyly. �I don�t know why, but you make me feel different Estel.� He whispered.
�My heart starts to race whenever I�m around you and that strange feeling fills
my senses and�� Lasgalan to dee deep breath, looking down.
�What strange feeling?� Estel
asked softly, leaning closer to the blond elf.
�I�I don�t know.� Lasgalan
whispered, feeling slightly dizzy as he felt how close Estel was to him.
Estel raised Lasgalan�s face
gently with one finger and looked deeply into his green eyes.
�What do you feel now?� he
whispered.
�I�I�� Lasgalan swallowed
nervously, trying to control his rapid breathing. �I�� he closed his eyes as he
felt Estel�s warm breathing nst nst his face.
Estel closed the distance
between their faces and their lips were about to meet when�
�ELLADAN!!�
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Elladan rolled his eyes in
annoyance as Elrohir took more than his time, trying to adjust his aim. The
younger of the twins was always challenging him in archery and he was always
defeated at the end. However, as much as he was defeated, Elrohir had never
accepted that and always tried to find useless excuses to cover his losses.
Elladan�s eyes went to where
Lasgalan and Estel were sitting under the large tree. A soft smile appeared on
Elladan's face as he watched how Lasgalan smiles, talks, and laughs with Estel.
It was strange how the younger elf stirred certain emotions inside of Elladan
with his mere presence. He was the most beautiful being Elladan had ever seen
in his life�so beautiful, so puso iso innocent�
Elladan sighed, runnine
ne
hand through his raven hair. He was falling more in love with Lasgalan with
each day, he knew.
But who could blame him?
It was hard to know such an
angelic being and not fall in love with him!
Elladan sighed again,
wondering if his father would approve of such love. It is true that Lord Elrond
seemed very fond of the younger elf, but as Rivendell�s ruler he may not
approve that his older son marries someone with no status of nobility. Elladan
knew that as the future ruler of Rivendell, he must marry someone with noble
blood not some adviser�s son of another Kingdom.
Elladan took a deep breath,
wishing for the first time in his life that he wasn�t the eldest among the
twins. If he wasn�t the older, then he would never have cared whether his bride
would be noble or not. But being that meant that someday he will rule
Rivendell, thus, he must marry a noble bride. Elladan closed his eyes, mentally
cursing the unfair life that introduced him to Lasgalan and made him fall in
the love with the blond elf.
�ELLADAN!!� Elrohir's loud
voice snapped Elladan from his thoughts.
�There is no need to shout,
Elrohir.� Elladan said in annoyance. �I�m only few steps away�I can hear you.�
�Then why haven�t you
answered, when I spoke to you?� Elrohir said, scowling. �Besides, your mind
seemed miles away! What were you thinking of?�
�None of your business.�
Elladan said, shrugging. �Have you shot yet?�
Why his brother was staring
at Lasgalan wistfully?
No, not wistfully. Elladan�s
eyes were showing another thing. They were full of adoration, fondness and�
Elrohir's eyes widened in
surprise as the realization hit him. His brother was in love Lasgalan!
Elrohir looked at his brother
then back at Lasgalan, blinking several times. An evil grin appeared on his
face as an idea hit his mind.
�Lasgalan,� he called the blond
elf, smirking. �Why don�t you come and show us some of the Mirkwood elves�
skills in archery?�
Lasgalan laughed softy. �Is
that a challenge, Elrohir?� he asked.
�Yes, it is young one.�
Elrohir said, challenging. �We have heard how Mirkwood elves are skilled with
the bow but I doubt it.�
�Is that so?� Lasgalan
laughed, standing up. �Be aware of what you say, my friend.� he warned as he
approached the dark-haired elf. �You may be forced to swallow them again. In
archery, Mirkwood elves are unrivaled.�>
Elrohir laughed loudly. �Big
words indeed!� he smirked. �Let us see if your skills are as big as your words,
young one.�
�All right, Elrohir. If you
insist on embarrassing yourself.� Lasgalan said, picking up a bow and quiver and walking to where Elladan was standing. He looked
back at Elrohir, saying challengingly. �Name your challenge, Elrohir.� .
�Fine,� Elrohir smirked. He walked to Lasgalan. �Do
you see that big tree over there?� he pointed to a large tree few meters away.
�There is an abandoned beehive on one of its branches, do you see it?� he
waited for Lasgalan to nod before he continued, �Do you think you can hit the
beehive from here, Lasgalan?� he asked teasingly.
�Watch,� Lasgalan said determinedly. He took an arrow
from the quiver and notched it. Lifting his bow to his eye-level, Lasgalan drew
the string back. He adjusted his posture into a more comfortable position and
tilted his head slightly to one side, before focusing his eyes on the far
beehive and releasing the arrow. The arrow flew straight to the center of the
beehive, sending it to the ground.
Grinning proudly to himself,
Lasgalan turned around to the twins.
�What do you think of
Mirkwood elves� skills now, Elrohir?� he chuckled, noticing the surprised
expression on Elrohir's face. �Do you still doubt them?�
�Well, they are fine, I
supposed.� Elrohir said, still embarrassed
by the fact that Lasgalan a full millennia younger hit the target while it had
taken him in till his third millennia to do the same. Lasgalan laughed amusedly
at that.
�Who taught you archery,
Lasgalan?� Elladan, who was very quiet, asked suddenly.
�My Ada,� Lasgalan said,
smiling sweetly. �And Haldir, my personal guard.�
A sparkle of recognition
shone in Elladan's eyes before it disappeared as he heard the name of
Lasgalan�s personal guard.
When Elrohir challenged
Lasgalan earlier, Elladan wanted to strangle his twin for it. It wouo hio him
no good to get more involved with the young elf. However, he, too, was curious
about the Mirkwood elves� archery skills. He watched in silence as Elrohir
challenged the young elf to shoot a target from a far distance. Elladan thought
that the target was too far for an elf in Lasgalan�s age, but if the rumors of
Mirkwood elves� ability were true, distance would not be a major problem for
the young elf.
He watched carefully the way
Lasgalan prepared himself and aimed at the target; something in the elf�s style
seemed very familiar to Elladan�s eyes. The way Lasgalan had adjusted him arms
and legs and aimed at the beehive was somehow similar to another elf�s way. /p>

Elladan tried to recall where
had he seen that style before but failed miserably. Derived after his
curiosity, he asked Lasgalan who taught him.
When Lasgalan mentioned the
name Haldir, Elladan recognized him immediately as Haldir of Lothlórien,
the Marchwarden from the Goldenwoods.
Elladan narrowed his eyes,
regarding Lasgalan carefully. He knew that Haldir, unlike his two brothers, had
decided to remain in Middle-Earth and not sail to the west. He and others of
Lothlórien elves took residence in Mirkwood among their kin of
woodelves. But Elladan also knew that Haldir had become a personal guard for
King Thranduil�s only son, Prince Legolas. Elladan�s eyes widened in surprise
at that realization; He stared at Lasgalan, recalling whathad had heard of the
Golden Prince of Mirkwood. Prince Legolas was known to be one of most beautiful
elves in all Middle-Earth, and no one can deny that Lasgalan�s beauty rival the
beauty of the Evenstar herself. Also, Prince Legolas was known to have bright
green eyes, unlike the Sindarin elves which have bright blue eyes instead;
hence his name, and surely Lasgalan has the brightest green eyes Elladan had
ever seen. And last but not least, Prince Legolas was also known as the Golden
Prince because his hair was so blond and bright that it shines like gold and
Lasgalan�s hair fitted the description perfectly. Elladan frowned deeply, if
Lasgalan was really Prince Legolas, then why all that secrecy about his visit?
Why had he told everyone that
his father was a mere adviser in King Thranduil�s court instead of the truth?
Elladan was determined to ask
his father and Lord Glorfindel about this later, for he was positive that they
both knew Lasgalan�s true identity.
Estel smiled widely and a
sense of pride filled his soul at Lasgalan�s performance. He was surprised to
see how proud and determined Lasgalan would be if he was provoked enough, but
that had only made him admire the blond elf more.
He laughed softly as Lasgalan
teased Elrohir mercilessly about his misjudgment. Not wanting to miss all the
fun, Estel stood up and joined Lasgalan in making Elrohir a miserable elf for
the rest of the day.
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To be continued�
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