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Reasons to Hope, Reasons to Live
Chapter: Seven
Keys:
Dreams and flashbacks
“Common language”
‘Elvish language’
[Translations]
//Thoughts//
Takes place three weeks after chpt 6.
~~~~***~~~~
Legolas sighed deeply as he stared at his reflection in the
mirror. His father would enter Rivendell any time today and he was not ready
yet. He glanced at the deep green robe that lay on the bed and grimaced. To
think that he had to wear robes during his pregnancy was something the youngest
prince of Mirkwood was not looking forward to. He had always hated formal
clothes, especially those long flowing robes. He wondered how Lord Elrond wore
them all the time. As any other wood elf, Legolas preferred leggings, shirts
and tunics; must easier to move and even run in.
‘Well, maybe because Rivendell is not in the heart of a thick
dark wood full of foul creatures,’ Legolas mused. ‘The elves here didn’t have
to patrol for long periods and fight whatever foul creatures came into way all
the time.’
However, this didn't solve the fact of why he *must*
wear a robe today. His father had seen him in leggings and tunics many times,
even casual ones. He even saw him covered in mud and dust from head to toe one
day. Besides, his belly was still flat…
//What I’m thinking?// Legolas screamed in his mind. //Mytherther is in Rivendell, probably ready to take me back to Mirkwood the moment
he sees me and I’m thinking about robes and leggings!//
Legolas sighed, caressing his stomach softy; the whole
situation was really getting to him. For the past three weeks, Legolas hadn’t
left his chambers for a minute, and the only people he saw were his brothers
and Lord Elrond. He had not agreed on that marriage-idea yet, so he still
didn't feel ready to confront his father with it. However, his father would be
here any minute and he had to, at least, make his father consider it.
‘By all the Valar, Legolas!’ Mallorn exclaimed as he entered
the room. ‘You haven’t even changed your clothes yet!’
Legolas sighed and looked at his brother with annoyance.
‘Mallorn, would you please knock next time before you come in!’
Mallorn frowned disapprovingly, shaking his head. ‘I have no
time for a lecture in manners, Legolas, and certainly not from you.’ He paused
for a while, before continuing. ‘Father had arrived an hour ago and he asked me
to see whether you were ready to meet him or not, which I can see, you are not.
For heavens’ sake, Legolas, why haven’t you gotten ready yet?’ Mallorn nearly
yelled the last sentence.
Legolas lowered his eyes, not knowing what to say. He was in
great doubt and sadness that he couldn’t even think properly. What was he
supposed to say to his father?
That he wanted to keep his baby? He already had.
That he was going to marry his best friend to cover his pregnancy?
He wasn’t sure he wanted that, though it was the only solution available,
beside the abortion.
Legolas sighed in despair. Mallorn, noticing his brother’s
dilemma, approached him and took him in his arms.
‘Don’t worry, Greenleaf!” he whispered soothingly in his
ears. ‘Everything is going to be fine. Lord Elrond told Ada about his suggestion and Ada didn’t disagree.’
Legolas pulled from his brother’s embrace, shocked. ‘You mean
he actually agreed!’
‘No,’ Mallorn replied. ‘But he didn’t disagree either. I
couldn’t tell from his expression whether it appealed to him or not. He only
said that he needed to talk to you first.’
Legolas groaned. If his father didn’t show any reaction
towards something, then it meant that his mind was already set on something
else.
‘Well, we have to change your clothes, now!’ Mallorn ignored
his brother’s show of discomfort at his news. ‘You can’t possibly meet Ada in your nightshirt.’
‘Certainly not!’ The deep voice of the King of Mirkwood
coming from behind made the two brothers nearly jump from their places. The two
looked and saw their father standing at the entrance of room, with a serious
expression on his face that would’ve scared the orcs and made them run for dear
life. The old elf moved slowly towards his sons with steady and proud strides.
‘Mallorn, I need to talk to your brother alone, if you
please,’ King Thranduil’s voice was more ordering than asking.
‘Yes, father!’ With that, Mallorn left the room.
Legolas lowered his gaze, afraid to look into his father’s
eyes. Suddenly, he felt like a 50-year-old elfling being scolded by his parent.
Truly, his father was kind andtle tle with him and his brothers, but he still
had that strange aura of control and authority. //Who am I fooling?// Legolas
thought. His father was one of the most powerful, respectable, strongest, and,
if he may add, scariest elves in Middle-Earth.
The two stood in their places for while, not saying anything
until King Thranduil broke the ice.
‘So, you have found a solution.’ Legolas winced at his father’s
cold voice.
‘Lord Elrond has, not me,’ he replied in a low voice.
‘And do you agree with his suggestion?’ King Thranduil asked
coldly.
‘I…’ Legolas didn’t know what to say. He would have said *yes*
and ended this once and for all, but he was still not sure. All his life,
Legolas had done what he wanted to do…nothing was forced on him.
His father, in a way to remedy Legolas’ loneliness, had never
said *no* to his youngest son, not even when Legolas decided, when he
was only 120 years old, that he wanted to go with his brothers on a hunting
trip. Now, he was going to force himself into a marriage he didn’t really want
and had to convince his father to agree to it also.
Sighing, Legolas looked up at his father.
‘No,’ he simply said, looking directly into his father’s blue
eyes. ‘I haven’t agreed, yet.’
‘I seKingKing Thranduil sighed, his tone somehow softened.
‘But you are going to, because you want your child, am I correct?’
Legolas just nodded, looking at his father. The more he
stared at his father, the more he felt the urge to run into his father’s arm
and cry. Tears gathered in the corner of his eyes as he gazed at his father.
‘Oh, father!’ Unable to hold himself anymore, Legolas ran to
his father and buried his face into the older elf’s shoulder, crying. ‘I don’t
want this marriage! But I want my baby! I don’t to abort it!’ Legolas said
between his sobs. ‘Please, father! Don’t make me abort Haldir's child, please!’
‘Shhhh, young one!’ King Thranduil whispered gently.
‘Everything will be fine! If you don't want to get married, then it’s fine. You
don’t have to. You may come back to Mirkwood with me! And you may keep your
child if you want too.’ With that, Legolas pulled away and stared at his father
with disbelief.
‘You mean…’ he choked. ‘You mean I can keep the baby and I
don’t have to marry anyone?’
‘Yes, my dear,’ King Thranduil nodded. ‘You may keep your
baby and you don’t have to marry anyone.’
‘B-but...How?’
King Thranduil smiled and led Legolas over to the bed. They
both sat on the edge, facing each other.
‘When I received Lord Elrond’s message, I was curious about
his suggestion, so I came as soon as I could. However, the journey to Rivendell
gave me time to think.’ King Thranduil raised one hand and started to caress
Legolas’ cheek. ‘I remembered when your mother had passed away; I was on the
edge of dying from my own grief, however, the only thing that made me go on was
you, your brothers and you. I remembered how I had carried you in my arms and
swore in front of her lifeless body that I’d live for you, that I’d love you
and take care of you. You were her last gift to me before she left. A reason
for me to live. Your situation now is the same as mine was 3000 years ago. I
realized that I care for you and your happiness more than anything else. If you
want, you may come back to Mirkwood and I promise that I’ll love and take care
of your child the same way I do for you, Legolas.’
Legolas looked at his father with teary-eyes. His father’s
warm words touched his grieving heart with its warmth and kindness. Suddenly,
he felt how heavy the pain of Haldir's death was upon his heart. His tears
flowed once again, demanding him to release the pain that dwelled in his soul
for long four months. Legolas threw himself into his father arms again, his
tears releasing the weight that he had carried on his shoulders for so long.
‘Ada, what did you feel when Nana gone?’ Legolas asked
between his sobs.
‘I felt as if my heart had shattered into pieces,’ King Thranduil
whispered softly, stroking Legolas’ hair gently. ‘I felt as if my soul had left
my body with hers.’
‘Have you ever though of remarrying again?’ Legolas pulled
away and looked into his father’s eyes.
‘Yes,’ King Thranduil answered. Legolas widened his eyes in
surprise.
‘You have,’ he said weakly. ‘Why?’
‘Don’t misunderstand me, son.’ King Thranduil, wiping
Legolas’ tears with his thumb. ‘I only thought of remarrying again because I
thought that you needed a mother. Someone to take care of you when your
brothers and I were away. However, I couldn’t bear the idea of someone taking
your mother’s place in our lives. I couldn’t bear the idea of someone replacing
your mother by my side. Maybe I was wrong for not marrying and giving you a
mother but at that time I couldn’t do it.’
‘Just like me now,’ Legolas whispered, smiling softly. ‘Ada, I have made up my mind. I’m going
to marry Aragorn and I want you to bless this marriage.’
Legolas chuckled softly. ‘As you wish father, but please be
gentle with him. I don’t want my future husband to be scared to even look at
me.’ King Thranduil raised an eyebrow, before he turned and left Legolas to
himself.
~~~~***~~~~
Meanwhile, in another room, Aragorn, the twins, Aredhel,
Mallorn and Lord Glorfindel were waiting for the end of Legolas’ meeting with
his father. Everyone was trying to act as calm as they could, for the tension
was growing heavier and heavier as the time past.
“I can’t stand this anymore!” Aragorn finally exclaimed
impatiently,tingting up from his seat. “I’m going to Legolas’ room and talk to
King Thranduil myself.”
“My father and brother need to talk in privacy, King
Elessar,” Aredhel said firmly, eyeing the man strangely. “It’s between them
only.”
“Prince Aredhel is right, Estel,” Lord Glorfindel said. “They
must discuss this matter with no interference from anyone.”
“But leaving them alone while discussing this type of matter
is not wise!” Aragorn snapped. “God knows what is happening now between them!
Thranduil is not the kind of person you want to be near when he’s angry!”
“What do you mean by that, King Elessar?” Mallorn snapped,
glaring daggers at the King of men. “Are you implying that my father would hurt
Legolas? His own son?”
“Of course, he isn't, Mallorn!” Elladan said, noticing the
anger burning in the eyes of Legolas’ brothers. “Estel is simply worried that
things won't go well between your father and Legolas. Not that your father
would hurt Legolas, certainly not.” With that, Elladan went to his foster
brother and dragged him out of the room, followed by Elrohir.
“What, in Valar’s names, were you thinking? Haven’t you been
thinking about what you were saying in front of King Thranduil's sons?” Elladan
hissed, as soon as they entered a nearby balcony. “Not to mention that you have
actually called him Thranduil without his title in a not vresprespectable tone!
Really, Estel have you lost your mind?”
“I had lost my temper,” Aragorn said in annoyance. “Besides,
what I’ve said is true! No one wants to be near *King* Thranduil when
he’s angry!”
“Estel is right, Elladan,” Elrohir said. “King Thranduil’s
actions are unpredictable when he gets angry or displeased. I think he enjoys
seeing people shrink in fear from that cold arrogant look of his.”
“You better change that idea of King Thranduil if you want to
have his approval, Elrohir,” Elladan scowled. “He certainly won’t risk being so
trusting this time, if you know what I mean!”
Elrohir’s face became red from fury, and he scowled at his
brother. “That’s none of your business, Elladan,” He yelled. “No one asked for
your opinion.”
Aragorn raised an eyebrow, wondering what on Middle-Earth his
brothers were talking about. Elladan just ignored his brother and turned to
Aragorn.
“Estel, you may not believe it, but King Thranduil is not the
same person when it comes to his sons.” Elrohir snorted at this, which earned
him a glare from his brother. “Hurting his sons and especially Legolas is the
last thing King Thranduil would think of,” Elladan continued. “You have seen
how Mallorn snapped in his father’s defense when you accused him of hurting
Legolas and let me assure you that Mallorn is more protective of Legolas than
King Thranduil.”
Aragorn paused for a moment, running Elladan’s words through
his head. “I guess you are right, Elladan,” he said, sighing. “I’m just
worried. If Legolas hasn’t changed his mind about the marriage then no one will
be able to convince King Thranduil. I really want this chance to make Legolas
happy.”
“Finally you have the courage to admit that you love Legolas
and want to marry him, I see!” Elladan smiled. “Don’t worry very too much,
Estel. I’m sure everything will be fine. And you and Legolas will find
happiness at the end.” With, that the three went back to the room to find that
King Thranduil had returned from Legolas’ bedroom.
“King Elessar, May I have a private word with you, please?”
King Thranduil said firmly. Aragorn nodded and gestured to the elven King to
the door.
“Mallorn, kindly go and keep your brother company and see
that he has a good breakfast and then rests,” King Thranduil said to his son
before leaving the room with Aragorn behind.
~~~~***~~~~
The two went to next room and Aragorn closed the door behind
them. King Thranduil took a comfortable seat in front of the balcony and
gestured for Aragorn to sit next to him. Aragorn complied silently, wondering
what the almighty King would have to say to him.
“I understand that you have agreed on marrying my son as Lord
Elrond has suggested,” King Thranduil began. “To be honest with you, Elessar,
it never occurred to me that one of my sons, especially Legolas, would marry a
mortal one day.” Aragorn tensed. “However,” King Thranduil continued, “Since
Legolas trusts you and agreed to marry you, I will not object, but I need to
know why you agreed to marry my son, Elessar?”
Aragorn stared at the floor, not certain what to say. He
could feel Thranduil’s eyes on him and was sure that any attempt to lie to the
King would be clear to him.
“I…I…I wanted to help him in keeping Haldir's child,” he said
finally, looking up at the King.
“Only?” King Thranduil looked deeply into Aragorn’s eyes. The
man felt his body shiver like a leaf under the elven King’s studying gaze.
//No wonder he’s one of the most feared elven Lords in
Arda!// Aragorn mused. //I feel naked under his stern gaze.//
Gathering his courage, Aragorn took a deep breath before
answering. “I care for your son very , Ki, King Thranduil.”
“King Elessar, do you understand that your kin may not accept
your marriage to another male? Or that your kingdom is in need of heirs?”
“I understand that very well, your majesty,” Aragorn said in
determined tone. “I’m ready to fight the whole world if it meant Legolas’
happiness.”
King Thranduil’s lips curled upwards slightly. “I see.” he
paused for a moment, then he asked, “Are you sure that your *affection*
for my son is only in a brotherly way, King Elessar?”
Aragorn looked at him, shocked. How was he supposed to answer
that?
What should he say?
King Thranduil chuckled softly, before standing up, looking
at Aragorn. “I think I have my answer, King Elessar. You should go and talk
with Legolas. If you excuse me, I must go and arrange my son’s marriage
ceremony.” With that, the elven King left the room, leaving Aragorn alone.
~~~~***~~~~
Aragorn stood in front of Legolas’ door, wondering how he was
going to, at some point, knock on the door and enter the room. He was still
afraid to face Legolas. He was still afraid of being rejected. He was still
afraid from being close to the person he had always loved. Sighing, he gathered
his courage and raised his hand to knock on the door, when the door opened and
Mallorn appeared.
“King Elessar!” Mallorn said coolly. “May I help you?” The
elven prince, apparently, was still upset from Aragorn’s remark about his
father.
“I need to talk to Legolas, if he’s not resting,” Aragorn
said, uncertain.
“He wants to talk to you too,” Mallorn said, stepping aside.
“In fact, I was on my way to fetch you.”
“Oh, I see,” Aragorn said, stepping forwards. “Then I should
go and see him.”
Mallorn inclined his head and was about to walk away, when
Aragorn put one hand on his shoulder.
“Mallorn, I want to apologize,” Aragorn said softly. “I
didn’t mean to accuse your father or disrespect him in any way earlier.”
Mallorn looked into Aragorn’ eyes for a moment then inclined
his head again.
“Apology is accepted, King Elessar. I know that my father
does not appear to be the most compassionate person you ever met, but believe
me, he wouldn’t have harmed any of us.”
“I know,” Aragorn said, though he wasn’t certain if he really
did know.
Mallorn chuckled softly. “However,” he said merrily.
“Sometimes I think my father enjoys seeing people shrink in fear with that cold
arrogant look of his.”
Aragorn laughed softy at Mallorn’s remark, remembering imilimilar one from Elrohir.
“You better go and clear up some matters with Legolas,
Elessar,” Mallorn finally said. “You two have so many things to settle before
the wedding.”
“Wish me luck, Mallorn.” With a smile, Aragorn entered the
room and Mallorn continued on his way.
~~~~***~~~~
Legolas sat near the window, thinking deeply. He was thinking
of the things he had to discuss with Aragorn before their marriage. There were
many things that had to be cleared up between the two, but what really made him
worry was the fact that he had to confess to Aragorn of Rûmil's intentions
towards him. He had to tell Aragorn what Rûmil and his brother had done to him
a long time ago. Legolas shook his head, clearing his head from those memories.
He had succeeded in keeping what happened secret so far from everyone, even from
Haldir.
//But Aragorn has the right to know,// Legolas reasoned. //I
must tell…but not yet.//
“Legolas.” Legolas looked up and saw Aragorn standing at the
entrance.
“Aragorn, please come in.” Legolas forced a tiny smile,
gesturing towards the seat next to his.
“Thank you.” Aragorn walked in and sat on the offered place.
“Mallorn said you wanted to talk to me.”
“Yes, Aragorn,” Legolas said solemnly. “I think we need to
talk.”
“I understand,” Aragorn said. “After all, we must clear up
some things before the wedding.”
“Yes, and I’d like to start on my status after the wedding.
What shall I be after the wedding?”
“You will be Gondor’s prince consort, Legolas,” Aragorn said,
smiling slightly.
“Will I have to take your name?” Legolas asked.
“If you want to, or you can stay Prince Legolas Thranduilion
[son of Thranduil], if you wish.”
“I think Prince Legolas Greenleaf, would be fine.” Legolas
said after a little pause.
“That’s fine with me.”
“How,” Legolas started nervously. He looked at Aragorn and
then stared at the floor. “Whataboutourrelationshipasamarriedcouple?” he said
in one breath.
“What did you say?” Aragorn raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think
I understood what you said.”
Legolas sighed deeply. “I asked about our relationship.” He
blushed slightly. “What shall we be to each other?”
Aragorn smiled slightly as the thought of them sharing
romantic moments together passed into his mind. He pushed that thought away,
for he knew very well that this wouldn’t happen.
“We’ll always be good friends, Legolas,” he assured.
“However, in front of others, we must act as a married couple.”
“I see,” Legolas’ voice was almost above a whisper. An
awkward silence reigned on the room for while. Each of the two was thinking of
something to say.
“Aragorn,” Legolas asked suddenly. “Why you didn’t marry Lady
Arwen?”
Aragorn looked at Legolas, surprised. He didn’t expect to be
asked that question.
“I thought I told you why, Legolas,” he said nervously,
running his hand through his hair.
“You know that I didn’t believe your lame excuse, Aragorn,”
Legolas said seriously, frowning. “You and Lady Arwen were perfect for each
other. She would have been a perfect queen and wife.”
“Yes, she would have.” Aragorn smiled sadly. He got up from
his seat and walked to the window. “Yet, I couldn’t marry her while my heart
belongs to another.”
Legolas’ frown deepened. “You didn’t love her!” he said
angrily.
“I loved Arwen, Legolas.” Aragorn turned to him. “But I
didn’t love her enough to forget the other. I couldn’t marry her, while my
heart desired another.”
“Who is she?” Legolas asked. “Lady Éowyn?”
“No, not Éowyn,” Aragorn said, returning to his seat.
“It’s…” //You// “…someone you don’t know.”
“Oh,” Legolas whispered.
The two sat in complete silence before Legolas spoke again.
“So, why didn’t you marry her after your coronation?”
Aragorn looked at his friend and smiled sadly again. “Because
he had left with his lover.”
“He?” Legolas looked at Aragorn shocked.
Had he heard right?
Aragorn was in love with another male?
Aragorn chuckled at Legolas’ shocked expression. Apparently,
Legolas even didn’t expect him to fall in love with another male, let alone
fall in love with *him*.
“Yes, Legolas,” he replied. “I had fallen for an elven male
long time ago, when I was eighteen, but unfortunately, he was in love with
another. He left for the undying lands with his lover after the end of the
war.”
“Oh,” Legolas said. “So that’s why you haven’t married yet?”
“Yes. I couldn’t forget his love, even when we were apart and
I couldn’t marry anyone, knowing that I don’t love them.”
“But you are marrying me now.” Legolas looked deeply into
Aragorn’s eyes. “Why?”
“Because I want you to find happiness, Legolas,” Aragorn said
as he got up from his seat and knelt in front of Legolas, taking the elf’s
hands into his. “Both of us have lost our lovers, Legolas. Both of us have
suffered from that loss; at least you have a chance to be happy again. Please
Legolas, let me help you find your happiness again. I swear that I’ll love your
child as if it was my own. I’ll take care of you both.” Aragorn paused for a
moment. “Unless of course, you would prefer one of Haldir's brothers to do so
or maybe one of the twins…”
Legolas tensed at the mention of Rûmil and Orophin,
remembering that he should tell Aragorn about them.
//I’m not ready yet…// He told himself. Regaining his
self-control, Legolas forced his body to relax.
“No,” he said, praying that his voice would sound normal. “I
wouldn’t find anyone I could trust as much as you, Aragorn. I have agreed to
marry you.”
Aragorn smiled softly at the beautiful elf. “I’m so honored
with that trust, Legolas.”
~~~~***~~~~
To be continued…
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