Sapphire Eyes | By : DurOltha Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 13711 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Sapphire Eyes:
The next morning Thranduil and Genderel slowly ate “where
is Legolas, it is not like him to miss morning meal” Genderel smiled “well,
yesterday was full of excitement for him, he may be worn”. Thranduil
frowned “I wish not to think of
yesterday, it worries me that he left Mirkwood's borders, that adan could
have…” Thranduil trailed off, rubbed his neck and groaned “…it could have been
a very bad situation for him melanin”. Genderel took the kings hand and kissed
it tenderly, eliciting a playful moan “My dear Thranduil, he will reach his
majority soon, he has almost completed his lessons, in meeting that adan…it
will be known that you have a son, you knew this day would come.” Again,
Thranduil rubbed his neck and let out a worried groan “I love him so much, I…I
just do not want him hurt”.
“Who is hurt Ada?” Legolas questions as he entered the
room and gracefully walked to the table. Thranduil cringed “Eh, I was just
babbling about your welfare ion-nin”. The prince rolled his eyes as he felt for
the fruit tray “really Adar peace, I will not leave the border again…at least
not for a while”. Thranduil gasped, “What do you mean ‘not for a while’!”
Legolas let out a chuckle as he ate his pear “well, truly Adar, at some point I
do wish to experience what is outside Mirkwood…but right now I need to get to
class…today we are learning about ancient rivers”. Thranduil sighed, “Go then,
we will talk later”.
As usual, Legolas arrived early for lessons, upon entering
the room though, his wrist was grabbed and forcibly smashed agents a face.
Realizing it was one of his classmates he relaxed some only to feel him lick
his hand, leaving it greatly wet and slimy feeling. “Tsh…urgh! Toren let go you
ugly troll!” Toren giggled as the prince shoved his face away and quickly wiped
of his hand. “Come here prince, the teacher has not arrived yet and we wish to
speak with you in privet”. Legolas halted not sure what to think, his
classmates rarely spoke to him, granted they were always polite, but seemed a bit
nervous around him, always referring to him as ‘prince’. Toren was the only one
who ever really spoke to him, and even that was when he was confused about a
lesson and would asked if he understood it. Legolas’s eyes narrowed “who is we”
he questioned flatly.
The young elf re-grabbed his wrist and yanked him forward
“just myself and the rest of the class…come-on”. Legolas let out a sigh and
followed him only to realize from the smells that he had been led into the
classrooms storage closet. Mixed with the scents of parchment and ink, were the
distinct scents of his 4 classmates. Legolas leaned back agents the shelving
behind him and crossed his arms “alright, what do you wish to speak with me
about?”
The 4 young elves huddled close and began to whisper in
rapid fire “Did you truly kiss and adan?” “Did he have a horse or was he on
foot?” “Did he say where he hailed from?” “What kind of weapons did he have?”
“Did you touch his body?” “Did he smell rotten? My Ada says they smell bad” “I
here they rarely bathe” “What did he look like?”… Suddenly Legolas herd one of
his peers hit another… “You dimwitted warg! How would he know what the
adan looked like he is sightless…no offence prince” “were his lips soft?” “Did
you let him taste you? Or did you keep your mouth closed” “how did the king
react” “yes did you get into trouble for allowing him to kiss you?” “Did you
allow it? Or did he….” Legolas held up his hand “Ahh, daro saes, you are making
me dizzy, I cannot follow your voices that quickly”.
Toren shoved everyone back some “alright give the prince
some room…well prince?” Legolas smirked and took a deep breath “well, if you
truly wish to know…he was on a horse, he said he was from Rohan, he had a
sword, dagger and bow…yes I touched his face and hair…umm and well, briefly his
chest and no he did not smell offensive…he smelled of grasses and
leather…yes I allowed him to kiss me and his lips were very tender…as for
whether I opened to him or stayed closed…. that it none of your
business”.
Toren let out a laugh “well with an answer like that…you
defiantly opened and allowed him a taste…right? Do not deny it prince…you not
answering wont save your true answer, we are able to see and upon your
comment you blushed!” Legolas frowned “Oh shut up Toren you ork's arse!” One of
his peers taped his arm “Prince, ignore him…you need not answer that, that is
privet…but saes…was the king upset? Did you get into trouble?” Legolas groaned,
“mmm…well, my Adar was not pleased at all…I mean when they came upon us, the
first thing they saw was Eomer grabbing my ears”.
His classmates gasped collectively “what! He grabbed your
ears?” Legolas laughed, “Nai, I had just felt his features and commented on how
small his ears were, then he reached out and grabbed mine…I told him hurriedly
to let go and he did immediately. Then he told me there were warriors in the
tree line, well…anyway, Adar wishes to speak to me about it after lessons…that
I am not looking forward to”. Toren nudged the prince “but it was a good
kiss ay?” Legolas smiled “Nai…it was a wonderful first kiss.” Suddenly the room
fell silent. Legolas furrowed his brow “what…what is wrong”. Toren cleared his
throat “this was your first kiss my prince?” Legolas paused “Nai”. The young
elf gawked “well, we all thought for sure that…you had…well being the prince,
you would have access to…you know…pleasures”.
Legolas narrowed his eyes and growled “Really…why don’t
you think on this…until today, you lot have never showed any interest in me,
even though we have all known each other for centuries, no one really speaks to
me, seeks out my friendship or affection…” Legolas let out a shaky sigh “…and
why should they…I may be prince, but I am a damaged prince!” Legolas shook his
head and shoved his way past into the classroom only to be grabbed on the
shoulder by the teacher “Prince Legolas, where are you going, we are about to
start” Legolas furrowed his brow and growled, “Release me” and left the room.
Thranduil had the guards searching everywhere to no avail.
Finally Leena walked into the kings study “my lord, Nenuial found him”. The
king trembled slightly “where, is he alright?” Leena smirked “He is in Meoens
pie cellar my lord, but he pulls his blades on anyone who tries to enter and
retrieve him.” Thranduil followed her to the kitchen and shook his head “he
came here alone?” Leena nodded and opened the cellar door. The Mirkwood king
entered and found his son sitting on the floor with several empty pie tins
strewn around him, on closer inspection, he could see his sons face was stained
with tears. “Legolas?” he whispered, then slowly approached and sat on the
floor with his son.
“Ion, I spoke to your classmates and they told me what
they said…along with your response. You are not damaged my sweet ion…the
Valar saw fit to allow you to live this way, what there greater plan is for
you, we will just have to discover in time.” Legolas sighed “nai Adar”.
Thranduil then cleared his throat “Er…would you please hand me that blueberry
pie next to you?” Legolas let out a slight chuckle “nai Ada…do you see a cherry
one anywhere?” Thranduil let out a loud laugh “you do realize that Meoen will
flog us both when she sees what we have done to her pies!”
Several weeks later, Legolas made his way to his fathers
study. “You sent for me Adar?” Thranduil glanced over to Genderel “Nai ion-nin,
take a seat”. Legolas inched his way to the right and felt for the chair in
front of his father’s desk and sat. Tilting his head some, a smile came across
his face “good morning Genderel” The chief adviser smiled “and to you my
prince”. Thranduil cleared his throat “alright, alright, you are probably
wondering why I have called you here” Legolas nodded. “Well, I have sent
letters out to Lord Celeborn of Lothlorien and Lord Elrond of Imladris…I have
requested a meeting, and that it be held in Rivendel.” Legolas’s mouth gaped
“y...you will be leavening then?” Thranduil leaned back in his chair “Nai, and
Genderel, as my Chief Adviser will be accompanying me”.
Legolas smirked “Nai Adar”. Thranduil frowned “what is so
funny?” Legolas shook his head “nothing Adar…I can understand you not wanting
to travel alone…I would think it would be lonely and would take my
love…er…well, Chief Adviser with me as well if I had one”. Thranduil mumbled as
he rubbed his eyes in exasperation “well Ion, I would not have been lonely
anyway because you are accompanying us to Rivendel as well”. The princes
jaw dropped and his eyes flew wide “A…Ada truly? I am going with you?”
Thranduil and Genderel couldn’t help but burst out
laughing at the prince’s excitement “Now…Legolas…there are some rules”. Legolas
sat straight “nai Ada?” Thranduil smiled “One…I still wish for you to place
your gaze down feigning shyness, at least until I know things are
safe…understood?” Legolas nodded “nai nai shy gaze”. “Two…Stay clear of Lord
Elrond’s sons”. Legolas tilted his head “Lord Elrond has sons? Are they my
age?” Thranduil growled, “Legolas, heed me, stay clear of Elrond’s sons…they
are about 200 years older then you and…well…just keep clear”. The prince gave a
confused glance to his father but nodded “nai Ada I will try”. “Three…do not
tell anyone you are my son right away, many strangers roam Rivendel and I want
to speak to Celeborn and Elrond before I announce you…am I clear?” Legolas
dropped his gaze “nai Ada”.
Thranduils heart griped him seeing his sons sudden
melancholy “Legolas, I am taking you to Rivendel to formally announce you to
Celeborn and Elrond, but before I do that, I must speak with them and dispel
old grudges, you are 2 years from your majority, I think it is time I formally
declare you as Prince Legolas Thranduilion of Mirkwood”. Legolas smiled from
ear to ear as he rounded the desk to embrace his father “hannon le Adar…I will
try and make you proud, when do we leave?” Thranduil caressed his son’s cheek “three
days”.
TBC………………….
Translations:
Melanin----------My love
Saes-------------Please
Daro-------------Stop
Adan-------------Man
Nai---------------Yes
Ada/Adar--------Dad/Father
Hannon Le-------Thank you
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