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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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Legolas rode as fast as his stead was
capable of, but after two straight days of riding the horse slowed to a halt.
His hands reluctantly pulled at the poor animal's reins but the horse remained
still.
"Sorry, old friend," he slurred, he
too was suffering exhaustion. With an almost inaudible thud he fell to the
ground to lay on the soft sweet smelling grass beneath
him. His hands drifted over the thick lush blades and examined their vaguely
familiar texture. It has been years since Mirkwood has witnessed
such vitality in its botany. He flexed his fingers and remembered the
scars on his fists. Indeed, they were healing quickly but still remained ugly
on his otherwise unblemished skin. Such imperfections are
undesirable. If Haldir finds the marks of a warrior on what is supposed to be
skinskin of a lover, he will be turned off and never come to Mirkwood. Suddenly
he found the tip of an arrow pointed at his nose. Remaining unstartled,
he slowly followed the shaft until his eyes met with a tall and dark elf. His
hair shrouded his face in the moonlight and the moon was unable
to shine on it.
"Why
are you here, fair elf?" the figure spoke slowly and distinctly.
The arrow made him have a flashback of Aew
still on the ground with the same type of instrument of death sticking out of
his back. He tightly shut his eyes and released the air in his lungs. Hope
suddenly left his mind and was replaced with sorrow. He missed his only friend.
"Please, let your arrow fly so that I may
die in battle rather than by my heart which is slowly falling to pieces before
my very own eyes," Legolas opened his eyes again and focused on the
archer's arm.
The
archer put his arrow back in his quiver, "Why are you here?"
Legolas searched the darkness for his
interrogator's eyes but could not find them, "Who are you?"
"I believe that I have the right to ask
such questions because this is my land you lie on," the interrogator
swiftly bent down and lifted the lithe prince easily by his collar.
Legolas
tried again to search the eyes but still couldn't, "I am on a voyage to
Rivendell."
"Why?"
"I need to meet Lord Haldir."

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When the sun rose, he took great care in washing his body under a waterfall.
After drying himself in the sun, he wore his best tunic with a high collar to
cover his questionable neck until it healed completely. Thankful that he
brought his white silk gloves, he was able to cover the scars from the
'misunderstanding' he was in the day before.
He was on his way again. This day's trip was
shorter and he found himself at the gates of Rivendell within a few hours. The
guards took his horse to a stable.
A
tall golden haired elf that wore many years approached Legolas, "I am Glorfindel, advisor to Elrond. Prince Legolas, what are
your reasons for journeying to Rivendell while your own country is in such
great peril?"
"Well, I heard that the great watchgaurd, Haldir, was residing at Rivendell. I wish to
speak with him and perhaps even train with him so that I may
be able to better protect my own country in this time of attack,"
Legolas could be diplomatic when he wanted to. Even if he had a questionable past,
he was still of the house of Thranduil which meant that he was educated by the
best.
Glorfindel
nodded as he looked the prince up and down, "Despite the mirk and gloom that rules over Mirkwood now, you come as if
a beam of light from that darkness."
"Thank you, lord," Legolas bowed
genially and closed his eyes, which he knew made him appear very attractive.
His wish was to enchant all that he could. Perhaps he could even convince Rivendell's forces to help save Mirkwood.
Glorfindel held the
prince's gaze for a moment too long, "I will present you to Haldir now. If
you have brought any provisions for yourself, they will be put in a chamber
which you may stay in for your time here."
"I offer you all the thanks I have,"
with that, Legolas followed Glorfindel into the
beautiful building. All the maids stopped their daily chores to stare as the
young blond made his way through.
Glorfindel noticed
this and smirked, "I do not only think that Haldir will welcome you, but
so will many others here in Rivendell." Legolas nodded and lightly
laughed.
They walked down a long and seemingly
abandoned corridor until they reached a tall solemn door.
Glorfindel
knocked gently, "Haldir, you have a visitor, Prince Legolas of Mirkwood
wishes to see you."
The door flew open before either could blink.
Haldir stood tall and straight like one of his death-inducing arrows.
He
eyed Legolas carefully, "Mirkwood? Shouldn't you be in Mirkwood now,
prince? I have heard your watch is less than to be desired."
"That is why I come to you, Haldir,"
Legolas made his eyes wide and his voice pleading.
Glorfindel patted
the young prince on the back, "I shall take my leave now. Report back to
the vestibule when you are ready to be escorted to your room."
"Thank you, my lord," Legolas offered
and as soon as Glorfindel turned leave Haldir grabbed
the young elf by surprise and threw him into his room. He slammed the door
behind him just as Legolas was sent flying over a chair. I know
I'm not very heavy, but, by Valar, this elf is of amazing strength, but not of
amazing patience.
"State your reasons, child," Haldir sat in
the chair he sent the young prince over and waited for his answer.
Legolas regained himself and stood up, "I
was hoping I could observe you and how you train your guard so that I might be
able to train Mirkwood's."
Haldir was confused, "From what I have
heard of Mirkwood's fate, that is not much of a guard
you have there, in terms of numbers."
Legolas remained composed, "I know, but
we recruit everyday."
"How optimistic," Haldir approached
the prince until he stood closely infront of him. He
grasped his shoulders and slightly squeezed them. "You have skill with a
bow, I assume."
"You are correct, but you are probably a
better archer than I," Legolas remarked humbly.
"I am predisposed to agree," he
suddenly gripped the elf's waist and lifted him high. Legolas grew nervous but
only smirked. "I thought you were extremely light. Do your steps leave
marks in the snow?"
Legolas struggled slightly to breathe,
"Never."
"Well then," he lowered he elf back
to the ground. "I am not sure that you show physical promise."
Legolas' mind raced for a comeback, "Oh,
no! I can promise you I have physical promise. I can show you." He quickly
unbuttoned his tunic and the lifted the undershirt to reveal his strong
abdominal muscles. Haldir examined them closely.
Legolas grabbed his hand and let it smooth
over his bare stomach, "See, feel, I am strong."
Haldir was not impressed and wrenched his hand
away, "Just because you have muscles does not mean that you know how to
use them." He smacked Legolas' cheek, "What kind of warrior are
you?"
The blond prince felt tears threatening to
escape his eyes, "I..."
"We will see what type of a warrior you
are tomorrow. But for now, dress yourself and find your room. Rest well for
tomorrow, it will not be easy. If you are to follow my men and I, I will need to know if you can keep up," Haldir
brushed away the young elf's hands from fumbling to button his shirt and pushed
him hastily into the corridor again. Before he could turn to bid Haldir
farewell, the door slammed.
The
loud sound of the door instigated the tears to fall. His heart was suddenly
filled with the horror and fear that he would not be able to protect Mirkwood. This is going to be so difficult. He is a true warrior, probably
hardly has time for games of love. But games of love are the best games I know.
He let out a heavy sigh and made his way down the corridor.
A
lone dark figure watched from the end of the corridor as he remained unseen by
the forlorn prince. He watched his steps and heard his sighs as well as the
sound his tears made as they passed over his face and found their home on the
floor.
"Why?"
Legolas gently asked to no one imparticular. Elladan
slowly walked towards the prince with loud steps and his gaze to the floor to
allow Legolas to gain composure so as not to feel embarrassed.
The broken elf heard the steps and took the
opportunity to wipe his tears dry with the cuff of his tunic and proceeded to
finish buttoning his shirt.
Once Elladan heard this he lifted his gaze and
met the prince's uneasy one, "Are you trying to find your room?"
"I was just on my way to meet Glorfindel about that very thing," Legolas tried to
lift his head with dignity.
"You
are fortunate that your room is in the same corridor as mine," Elladan
offered.
"Why does that make me fortunate?"
Legolas asked slightly pessimistically.
"It's
the nicest corridor in Rivendell," Elladan smiled as he realized that the
prince thought he was making an advance towards him. "Very
beautiful."
"Oh," Legolas felt silly for the
assumption. "Then why doesn't Haldir stay there as well."
Elladan looked incredulously at the prince,
"Are you in jest? Haldir is a terror to live near to! He slams doors,
throws things, always has his guards meet him at odd
hours for sparring practice. An endless array of noise and
carnage."
"Does he often throw other elves?"
Legolas asked timidly.
"He threw you, did he not?" Elladan
was well aware of the watch garden's treatment of strangers. He turned to the
prince for a response but found him simply staring downward, "Don't worry
about it. Rumor has it he has even thrown my father on occasion."
Legolas laughed softly which in turn made
Elladan smile. They soon reached the golden corridor and Legolas' room. The
dark elf opened the door with a corresponding gold key and handed it to the
prince.
"Don't you need this?" Legolas
inquired.
"Well," Elladan looked slightly
uneasy. "I must confess that Glorfindel sent me
to retrieve you and this is your key he gave me to give to you. My father, my
brother, and I all have a set of keys to every lock in Rivendell: so I don't
need it."
"Thank you, then," Legolas glanced
inside the rood sad saw his things already unpacked and on hangers in the
wardrobe.
Elladan
glanced in as well and eyes the stunning attire, "By Valar, I have rarely
seen such beautiful clothes."
"I have managed to acquire a nice
collection over the last few hundred years," Legolas smiled sadly and
looked to the ground as he waited for Elladan to take his leave.
Elladan took one more glance at the clothes
and returned his gaze to the prince. His face was still shiny from the tears.
The dark elf put a hand on the prince's shoulder and forced him to meet his
gaze. He tried to comfort with a smile but the prince looked more surprised
than anything resembling solace.
Elladan removed his hand and turned to take
his leave, "Well, dinner is in a few hours. Someone will come to escort
you."
Legolas fumbled with his key as the elf walked
away, "Thank you."
As
he turned to walk in the room, he was startled by another dark elf,
"Hello, Prince." Before Legolas could respond, Elrohir let his
fingers explore Legolas' high collar.
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