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The Curse	By : Cassandra_Baudrillard Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Slash - Male/Male Views: 13862 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the LOTR fandom/novels/books or anything a part of that, I do claim ownershop to the wickedness of my own mind, I don't make any profit with this story

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Chapter 3: It must be earned

Legolas must’ve stood under the shower for hours, the warmth of the water had gone but it was as though the prince couldn’t even tell that he was standing in a cold shower.

It wasn’t until there was a loud banging on his door and he heard a voice shout for him to join his guests for dinner and to be proper about it that the Prince snapped out of his daze a shivering mess.

Quickly he turned off the water supply and wrapped towels around him, “I can’t keep doing this…It’ll kill me. It’s killing me”

You should’ve let the twins help you.

Legolas just shook his head at the stupidity of that idea; nobody helped him for free. There was always a consequence to that.

Still a shivering mess he dried off and dressed in his royal robes. It was a stubbornness encouraged by his father’s refusal to accept Legolas as his son; rub it in, perhaps someday he’ll finally see.

A stupid thought of course, because his father always made him pay for that, too. How dare he wear such a thing and disgrace his House even more?

Legolas sighed softly as he moved to the dining halls, his hood pulled over his head to hide himself away from the glances he received. He heard the whispers as he passed the crowd, wants and desires fed by the guards who often bragged about their encounters with him.

Of course none of them ever shared the tidbit of information that Legolas was an unwilling partner in every one of those situations.

Somehow in the stories he’d become the slut, the eager wanton whore who’d lay with anyone that came to his chambers.

He had stopped trying to convince them differently; they wouldn’t listen anyway which just left him feeling sad and frustrated. It wasn’t worth the aggravation anymore. Let them think him a whore if it pleased them, he knew better and soon enough -when Mandos claimed his soul after the many years of torture that no Elf should’ve lived through for so long- they’d know better too.

Death was the only source of comfort to the Prince.

As he entered the dining hall his father didn’t disappoint him; the Mirkwood King stood in rage, bellowing with anger at his son, “What is the meaning of this? You would thus shame our realm, by pretending you have any worth in it?!”

Legolas bowed his head for a moment before he raised it again and met his father’s gaze with equal loathing, “Apologies, ada. I cannot help my heritage any more than you can”

The distance between them was crossed in a matter of seconds as Thranduil moved to his son and slapped him with such force it sent the younger Elf reeling, “I will not tolerate your insolence! Get out of my sight!”

Legolas inclined his head after pushing himself up from the floor, “As you wish, ada” and with that the golden-haired Elf vanished from the room absent food.

Elladan released a quiet sigh as he watched the scene unravel. He couldn’t imagine his own father treating him in such a way, for no apparent reason, “My liege, may I inquire as to how your son has wronged you for him to invoke such wrath?”

Thranduil laid a leveled stare at the youth, “I have no son.”

That was all that was said on the topic and, hushed by Lord Celeborn, Elladan dared not ask more about it.

His Grandfather hadn’t been eager about his plan, but as Elladan suggested the King needn’t know the true intentions of the agreed purchase, Lord Celeborn could only agree that it was a good plan if only because Elladan was so passionate about it.

The latter ate his meal in silence, not joining in on the conversation despite the many attempts made to include him.

~Elladan, what are you doing?~

His twin had been on to him, ~It’s not right that he should not eat. I shall visit him later~

Elladan had steadily been putting morsels of food into a large napkin on his lap, intent on delivering it to the prince later on. ~King Thranduil would have your head if he knew you would defy his order for the prince to go without~

Elladan’s brow rose as he met his brother’s gaze, ~Then help me make sure he doesn’t discover this~

Elrohir’s eyes narrowed just a tad, clearly frustrated by his brother’s request, ~I don’t understand why you would risk all this for this creature who debases himself and shames his family~

Now Elladan was the one to show a spark of anger as the glass in his hand snapped over the tension in it, ~He has done nothing. He is a victim in this.~

Realizing his actions only then Elladan muttered a soft apology to the host, “I must see to my hand… My apologies King Thranduil, it seems today was more tiring than I’d thought… I shall pay the expenses for the broken glass.”

The King raised his hand, “’Tis alright, it’s happened to me on more than one occasion, the glasses are frail and to be wielded by a warrior they run a risk of being crushed from sheer pressure in the wrong places alone. Do not concern yourself with it. Go tend to your hand and find much needed rest”

Elladan gave a light nod after sliding the napkin with food into his pocket and left the dining halls, ~I expect you to cover for me ‘Roh, do not disappoint me~

Though no answer came, the Rivendell Elf knew he could count upon his brother and so Elladan slipped up the many flights of stairs to find Legolas.

Knocking on the door, no answer came. Elladan softly opened the door, “My prince, are you in here?”

It was then that Legolas came out of the bathroom, an angry red mark on his cheek as he whispered, “Why are you here? If ada were to find out… Please leave. I’ve already displeased him so…”

Elladan shook his head as he took out the food he’d brought, “If you wish me to leave, I will, but please eat”

Legolas approached him slowly, taking the food with a hint of suspicion but Elladan remained motionless for fear of scaring the frail Elf before him, “Does it happen often, that you go without a meal?”

A light nod was all he was given as an answer, but it was enough to tell him what he wanted to know.

Legolas wouldn’t tell Elladan that his food was always refused, but offered later by Maglor with the requirement he ‘earned’ the meal.

Elladan inclined his head, “Enjoy your meal, my prince.” With that the Elf slowly moved to the door, “Wait…” At the soft request Elladan paused, turning back to Legolas who looked at him with a hint of fear but spoke softly again, “Hannon le”

Elladan inclined his head anew, offering a light smile, “You are most welcome, my prince”

And with that the Rivendell Elf left the room. Legolas was clearly distrusting, suspicious, but with the happenings that Elladan suspected were going on it was only normal.

It wasn’t much, but this was a start.

As the Elf took leave he didn’t notice Maglor approaching Legolas’ room and entering it soundlessly.

Legolas’ head shot up as he heard his door open, as Maglor entered he backed away until he felt the wall against his back, “What’s this princeling? Have you earned this meal?”

TBC…
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