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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
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A/N: No reviews again... *pout* I do hope the story is well-liked since I've already written about half of the sequel to this story... which I believe I like even better than the story at hand...

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Chapter 8: I didn’t mind

Legolas woke up early the next day with an unusual ‘zest’ for life he hadn’t felt since he’d been a toddler. The prince truly accepted this might be a new start for him, a new experience. A better life.

He sat up on the bed and moved to the shower, bathing for the first time in a long while without a hint of fear or concern.

He felt safe in Lothlorien, away from those that would do him harm, accepted by those present for his abilities and earning their respect because of that.

A smile crept unto his lips at the thought before he moved out of the shower, dressed and grabbed his bow, eager to put it to use.

He was extremely early as he arrived at the training grounds; even earlier than the never-too-late Marchwarden himself.

Legolas sat down, resting himself back against one of the trees for a moment before he stood and began setting up various marks in any place he could imagine it was worth it before he took his place and began releasing his arrows one after the other in rapid succession until all targets had been hit.

It was then that the Marchwarden too arrived, still well before the training session and halted in his steps, “You did this?”

Legolas bit his lip as he whirled around to face the Marchwarden, “Apologies… I’ll take them down, I was just… I wanted to train… Apologies"

Haldir held up his hands, “No cause for apologies, prince of Mirkwood, I was inquiring over fascination alone. I know none who could match your speed and precision. Loathe to admit it, I have to acknowledge you may in fact best me. Can you do this again?”

Though Legolas nodded with hesitation, Haldir seemed not too concerned by it, “I shall ask Lord Celeborn to attend a demonstration later today, I believe it would be a better thing to help you excel in other areas, such as handling the knives… and perhaps use your uncanny archery skills to help train those who aren’t so blessed”

A light blush coloured the prince’s cheeks, “It would be an honour”

No more was said between the two as they collected the arrows and the targets, but Haldir couldn’t help himself stealing glances. It was easy to see why men would go through such things –even abuse- to have Legolas. He was unlike any Elf he’d ever seen. Golden-haired and blue eyed, with an innocence that was almost sinful for any adult to possess.

Elladan had been right, Lord Celeborn had requested him to ‘court’ the young prince and to help him overcome the past so he might enjoy the life he has. He was doing his job, he couldn’t refuse the Lord, but still he didn’t doubt if given chance he could learn to love the young Elf and vice versa. If nothing else at least the prince would be better off than he had been.

He observed the Elf as Legolas dragged along the last of the targets before setting them aside and offering the last few arrows to Haldir who took them but made the conscious effort to drag his fingers along Legolas’ hand as he did, “Thank you, prince of Mirkwood”

Legolas tilted his head curiously, “Why do you insist on calling me that?”

Elladan and Haldir were the only ones to actively use his title, for Elladan Legolas had initially believed it was a term of endearment, but with Haldir it seemed different.

The Marchwarden offered a light smile, “’Tis what you are, is it not? Regardless of words and opinions nothing can take that title away from you unless you give it up.”

It was a new bit of information that Legolas knew nothing about. He wondered then if it had been a conscious effort for his father to try and make him leave, to get him to give up the title.

As the other trainees walked up the conversation died out but Legolas would sneak in stolen glances while Haldir would entertain a few barely visible smiles.

It made Legolas feel special.

As training for the day came to an end, Haldir approached him, “I was hopeful that perhaps you might join me for a walk?”

Legolas offered a light smile, nodding, “I shall join you, but only if you call me Legolas. Whatever title I may hold I would not have it stand between us”

The Marchwarden nodded his understanding and so they were off. They walked a great while in silence, or exchanging little bits of trivial information, but Legolas liked it.

He hadn’t been allowed a great deal of social interaction, especially not the type of interaction that others considered normal.

It was as they crossed a bridge that Haldir halted him, the Marchwarden wanting to see his task through and no longer risk Elladan’s interference.

Legolas glanced out over the small river running through the land as he felt Haldir’s hand inch around his waist.

A moment of hesitance, but he relaxed into it as Haldir drew him around and claimed his lips in a soft, gentle kiss that shocked the young Elf who had never experienced a kiss like that.

Then he pulled away, leaving the Wood Elf to follow after him in disappointment, but no more kisses were forthcoming, “Apologies, Legolas… I couldn’t help myself, you looked utterly delectable.”

A blush tinged Legolas’ cheeks but he shook his head, “’Tis alright, I didn’t mind your kiss…”

The sentence trailed off, telling Haldir all he needed to know; if he kept this up it was a done deal.

It was easy to love this young Elf who was so desperate to believe in the good of others that he didn’t stop to think how odd this swift developments were. If he had, he’d see what Elladan had seen.

Good thing for Haldir that he didn’t.

Haldir offered a light smile, “In time I hope you would not mind receiving more of them”

Though blushing again, the prince lightly shook his head, “I would not”

A horn interrupted them, alerting them of an arrival to the Northwest borders, “I must leave you prince… Legolas, I hope to spend more time with you soon, if you would allow it.”

This was easier than stealing candy from a baby; the young prince was so innocent he didn’t stop to think of ulterior motives.

It was just too easy, soon it’d be a job well done so long as Lord Elrond didn’t mess up the plans.

Fast on his way to greet the esteemed guests, Legolas was left behind as he moved back through the forest, “It would seem that my brother is quite taken with you”

The voice startled him, causing Legolas to take unneeded steps back as he looked at the source of the words, “Orophin?”

The slender Galadhrim nodded, “You would do well to remember that you are beneath us, Mirkwood slut. My brother deserves someone decent, not an Elf who’s been passed around more times than the arrows we use in training. Keep away from him, or you and I will need to revisit this conversation and previous memories… Do you understand?”

Tears welling up Legolas wordlessly nodded, “There’s a good boy, now run along”

With that the Wood Elf literally took off in a sprint, ignoring the calls of those he ran past as they inquired whether he was alright, all but Elladan’s who somehow seemed to have gotten directly in his path, “My prince, what is the matter? What happened?”

Absent words and too afraid to speak cause, Legolas simply hid himself away in the Half-Elf’s arms for a moment as he sought comfort.

The moment was but brief as Legolas remembered his place and pulled away, “Apologies…I didn’t mean…I’m sorry”

The prince withdrew altogether then, moving away to head to his talan, but the twin wasn’t as easily gotten rid of as he followed closely behind until they both stood inside the talan, “My prince, please… I hate to see you so upset, would you not share cause with me so that I might help you?”

Legolas hesitated, looking at Elladan, “I… Haldir kissed me”

Fury filled the Elf before him, but Legolas was unaware, “It was… it was so nice… so sweet… Then he… he had to go and… and I was reminded… I am a slut, I do not deserve anyone’s affection.”

A frown crossed Elladan’s features as he closed the distance between the two to put a gentle hand on Legolas’ shoulder, “Did he tell you this? You are no slut, my prince, you are among the most beautiful of Elves in existence. You have the purest heart, the kindest soul, the greatest beauty… Do not think yourself undeserving of love and affection, for there’s no one in this world more deserving than you”

Legolas looked up at the Half-Elf through tear-filled eyes, “If you believe this, why did you mock Haldir’s affection toward me? Why did you question whether his affection was his own and not one commanded? Is it that difficult to imagine someone to want to be with me?”

There was a look of confusion visible in the twin’s eyes, “Yesterday… when you went to Haldir, to confront him about the bow… I… I overheard… You told him… You said that he should leave me be, that… that you didn’t think his feelings were sincere but forced by your … by Lord Celeborn. Do you truly believe so? That he couldn’t want me for me?”

There was a momentary look of understanding mixed with hurt, “Legolas…It is true that I doubt the sincerity of his emotions, not because of you, but because it was too sudden… A day before he couldn’t even… and then he was… If I am to lose you to another, I would at least want it to be to someone I know has your best interest at heart"

Now it was Legolas’ turn to be confused, “Lose me?”

Elladan’s eyes darted away from him, the Half-Elf moving to the window so he could peer out and not have to worry about seeing distaste in Legolas’ eyes, “Ay… I must admit that I’ve had more than one thought toward courting you if you would allow me… I see that my interest isn’t one you seek, but when I saw Haldir making his intentions known to you… I needed to be sure he loves you, or at least holds genuine affection. Perhaps I am overthinking it, perhaps I am mistaken, but I do not believe he is sincere.”

He then turned to look at the prince, “I cannot claim full sincerity myself, I feel… so much… but when I try and find a source greater than your appearance I cannot find it, other than that your soul is the most beautiful of souls I know, your pureness screams to me and I want to harbour it… but I waited too long to tell you this. I didn’t know what I thought would happen when my Grandfather took you from what was your life to offer you a knew chance, I had hopes, dreams, but I dared not make them reality and now… now it seems I’ve lost the chance altogether.”

A whirlwind of emotion hit the prince so hard he didn’t know what to make of it, his mind went back to the situation Elladan described; Haldir had initially been cold and uncaring to him, it had changed instantly and Legolas had foolishly believed the source was merely his triumph at archery.

His mind revisited the kiss, revisited all those perfectly orchestrated moments, “I thought earning his respect was enough, but… perhaps you are right and I was just fooling myself”

Elladan knelt down before the prince who’d sat down on the bed, “My prince, Haldir is a master at seduction…. It pains me that you have to find out like this, I would’ve spared you the knowledge if I saw another way…but please do not doubt my affection… If you would but give me a chance…Let me show you”

Legolas looked at him then, seemingly ignoring the declaration of emotion, “Why would Lord Celeborn wish for such a thing? Is it a test? What purpose would this serve?”

Elladan looked down for a moment, “I fear the blame is mine, my Grandfather isn’t content with my affections for you, I feel this was a way for him to try and ensure they wouldn’t grow further… Had Haldir given it time to grow, taken the time to truly make it work perhaps it would’ve been so, but you... You deserve someone who accepts you completely, loves you despite your past, because of it even perhaps”

Legolas frowned, looking at Elladan then, “And why would you want me, please… Tell me how I’ve become the object of such affection while everyone else believes me to be a mere slut to be toyed with and discarded. Why should I not trust you to do the same?”

TBC…
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