Sapphire Eyes | By : DurOltha Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 13711 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
Author note: Thank you to those who are reviewing.
Having never written anything before these 2 stories, its nice to get such
encouraging comments. As for the typos…*smirks*… I personally am surprised I
didn’t miss more! :) Its amazing what
spellchecker will offer, and what a horrible speller will select ay? I will try
to do better with that. If anyone knows of a Beta reader willing to help,
please let me know? Again, Thanks for reading. ~DarkDreamer.
*Warning- this chapter has a
threat in it.
The young prince woke feeling the warm rays of Anor dance
across his face. Legolas raised his arms above his head, extended his legs and
enjoyed a long stretch.
As Legolas began to get dressed
he caught a scent and stilled ‘Valar’ “Hello?” He mildly called out and
tilted his head slightly. Nothing. The prince quickly laced his leggings ‘I
know I smelled…someone’ he thought, then reached for the underlay of
his tunic only to find it not there. Legolas’s heart pounded ‘Valar’
“Who is there!” Then he heard it, a slight movement, as he turned toward the
sound he was met by a hand on his cheek. Legolas jerked back but was stopped by
a firm grip on his forearm.
The prince narrowed his eyes
and growled, “Who are you!” “Calm yourself my dear prince”. Legolas reached his
free hand forward but was stopped by the elf’s other hand “Nay my prince, there
will be no feeling of my features”. Legolas was seething “and why not!” The
intruder took the princes hands and wrapped them behind his back as he moved
close “Because I do not wish to be identified after I am thru with you”.
Legolas trembled slightly as the elf put both his wrists together and held them
with one hand ‘Valar he is strong…and big’ he thought.
The intruder chuckled as he
took his free hand and trailed it over the prince’s chest, slowly he drew it
down and cupped his palm over his member “I will enjoy having you my prince” he
whispered. Legolas tensed at his forin touch and growled, “How dare you touch
me so! You have no right! Release me! Daro!” As the elf laughed, the young
prince took his chance. Quickly he tilted his head back and brought his
forehead down on the bridge of the elf’s nose. Not expecting a head-butt from
the sightless prince, the elf stumbled backwards drawing his hands to his face.
Legolas leapt across the room
and quickly retrieved his bow, prepped it, and took aim. “You broke my nose!
Ahh I will enjoy watching you squirm beneath me as you scream in pain when I
take you!” The elf took a step foreword and Legolas released an arrow into his
left hip. Tilting his head, the prince listened to the elf’s movements and
breathing ‘got him…now where…ahh, the far left hip or leg’ “Do not move or I will aim slightly right!”
Legolas drew another arrow, prepped it, and took aim. Tilting his head, he could
hear the elf panting but holding still.
It was then that the princes
door flung wide, Thranduil, Genderel and several guards filed in. The king
began to cross the room “Legolas… the guards herd what they thought was…a
struggle…” Thranduil stopped and looked at his son who was clad only in his
leggings, half lased, bruising on his wrists and his face flushed with anger
“Ion-nin…what has happened here”. Legolas kept his bow taunt “Adar, who is this
elf!” Thranduil glanced at the elf, taking notice that his nose was obviously
broken and one of his son’s arrows was imbedded in his left hip. “He is one of
the palace sentries…what did he do Ion-nin”. Legolas remained poised for attack
“is he anywhere near a weapon! Do you have guards here?” Thranduil looked back
at the injured elf “you are clear Ion-nin, my guards will take him, now answer
me…what happened here”. Legolas lowered his bow and set it aside “he entered my
chamber unannounced, threatened to claim me by force and…touched me in a manner
I wished not!”
Thranduil shot his gaze to the
elf “you dare touch my son!?…Guards! Remove him and take him to the dungeon! I
will deal with him later!” As the guards flanked and began to drag him away,
Legolas walked over and extended his hand. The guards halted and held the elf
still. The prince’s hand made contact with his face and explored his features.
Slowly, he moved his hand to the elf’s ear then pinched and twisted it causing
him to whimper. Legolas leaned in close and growled, “I squirm for no one”,
released his ear and walked out onto his balcony.
Thranduil grabbed Genderel and
caressed his cheek “I need to speak with him my love”. The king’s chief adviser
smiled “Nai my love”, bowed slightly, turned and left the chamber. Thranduil
turned to look out onto the balcony and watched as his son leaned forward
agents the stone railing and close his eyes. After giving his son some peace,
Thranduil gave a deep sigh and joined him on the balcony.
“Legolas…I am so very proud of
you”. The prince reached over and wrapped his arms around his father’s bicep
and laid his head on his shoulder. “Ada, I was so frightened, I did not know if
he had moved things or…” Thranduil drew his hand over and caressed his son’s
hair “My sweet son, you do not understand, I was so fearful when you were
born…a sightless elf? Ahh…” The king groaned then lightly kissed Legolas’s
forehead “I promised your Naneth as she lay lifeless on that table that I would
raise you no matter how you turned out…truthfully…I never expected you to
survive. You were so determined though…you climbed all over the outside of the
palace, stuck your hands into everything, played with daggers, leapt from tree
to tree at heights I would be cautious at, and now, defend your own
honor…actually I am surprised the I have survived. Your Naneth was
frightened to have and elfling with me…I am not the friendliest and
lighthearted of elves…but somehow I seem to have managed to raise an
intelligent, thoughtful, friendly and funny little wood elf. I would change
nothing…as I said, I am so very proud of you Ion-nin”. Legolas turned and gave
his father a deep hug, wiped his eyes and smiled “little?” Thranduil let out a
light chuckle “well, perhaps not so little anymore, but I must say you are a
stunning young elf”.
A year had passed and Legolas
was now just 2 years shy of his majority. Walking briskly down the corridor,
the prince arrived at his father and Genderel's chamber. He entered and made
his way to the bed. Feeling atop the covers, he came across a body and slowly
moved his hands to the face. As he touched the lips, he was greeted by a
muffled “moomorming”. Legolas quickly drew his hands beck and shyly smiled
“eh…good morning Genderel, I do not smell Adar, is he at morning meal already?”
Genderel sat up and stretched “nay he went to the borders for inspection”. The
prince frowned “oh…I will speak with his later then…I am going for a walk”
“alright, don’t forget your weapons”. The prince rolled his eyes “like I would”
then turned and left the room.
Legolas walked thru the trees, arms
extended outward from his sides, touching the branches as they leaned down to
guide him forward. The prince listened to the creaking of the wood as they
returned to their natural position when he passed, only to be met by another
tree branch. Further and further he walked, until the trees began to whisper
“…daro…” over and over, but this time the prince kept walking. Suddenly there
was no branch to meet him and harsh grass up to his thighs. Legolas hitched his
breath “the border?” The prince reached out before him and began to feel the
rough grass, running his flat palms over the tops as he slowly advanced. About
a hundred yards out, Legolas stumbled upon a boulder…literally… “Ow!” he
growled as he rubbed his knee and crawled onto the large rock.
Legolas sat with his legs drawn
up to his chest, folded his arms around them and rested his head on his knees.
The young prince listened to the wind as it swept across the unknown expanse
before him and sighed at how peaceful it sounded ‘sounds similar to a calming
river’ he thought as he drew a deep breath thru his nose while trying to
take in the new sensations.
Some time had passed and
Legolas opened his eyes only to feel Anor had lessened in intensity ‘Valar!
I feel asleep!’ he cursed to himself. Startled, he made to move but fell
off the rock. Jumping to his feet, he felt for the bolder ‘nay…I’m turned
around…which way is…’ then suddenly stilled as he herd a horse whinny…very
close. “Hello their young elf”. Legolas did what his father taught him and
lowered his gaze to the ground so to appear shy and not sightless ‘why would
an elf speak westron to him’ he thought puzzled “who are you?” he
asked, then received a whiff of his new acquaintance. His eyes widened as he
realized this was not an elf! Legolas bit his lower lip, furrowed his brow and
thought ‘aye, what do I do…what do I do!’
TBC…………………………
Translations:
Anor------Sun
Adar------Father
Ion-nin----My son
Nai-------Yes
Naneth---Mother
Daro-----Stop
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