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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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A/N:

First of all, I want to express gratitude for those who have left a review. It’s always good to actually hear people are reading the story and are actually enjoying it.

My attempts throughout it all is not to become predictable… I like keeping the characters on their toes. Never assume anything! Haha!

@AtoreySKane: Is it sad that I enjoy torturing the characters and throwing them into emotional whirlwinds juuuust because I can? There shall be mud and intrigues aplenty along the way, but perhaps things shall be alright in the end

@Anon: The twins are among my favourite characters, Elladan being the favoured one at that. I'm happy the 'coupling' thus far has been well received!

@ Jess: And here you are!

Chapter 9: Leave him be

The question was to the point and unexpected, but Elladan didn’t hesitate in answering, “If this had been just about wanting your body, I would’ve had you already”

He saw the golden-haired Elf flinch at the words, “I didn’t mean that the idea of forcing myself upon you was ever on my mind, just that… if that was all I’m interested in, there were chances aplenty. That might not satisfy, but perhaps the knowledge that I can wait for you as long as you need me to does.”

Legolas looked at him suspiciously, “You would wait? For me?”

Elladan offered a light grin, “It wouldn’t be easy, but I would... despite the torture of seeing those beautiful lips of yours every day and knowing I may not claim them… For you, I would”

There was a hesitant smile, but it was replaced with light concern, “What of Haldir? Your Grandfather?”

Elladan sat down on the bed next to Legolas, “Grandfather shall understand when he realizes this is more than a mere infatuation… and Haldir, Haldir is only fulfilling his task, he’ll survive it”

The dark-haired Elf smiled then, “It feels good, to have told you. I feared you would… I feared that you would not be happy with my affections.”

Legolas glanced at him, “I was hopeful of them for a long time, before I… I thought you could never be interested in someone like me. I would’ve understood if you weren’t.”

Elladan nodded, “But you will come to understand that I am, and why I am, before the end of it”

Legolas brushed his hands along his tear-stained cheek, “You must think I am weak, with all the tears I cry”

A light nudge followed, “Tears that have a right to fall, tears that betray the endless strength you must possess to endure all you have and still live. Others would’ve long perished. Don’t ever consider yourself weak.”

Though the words boosted his ego Legolas wasn’t entirely sure he could take them to heart even if he wanted to. Too often his confidence had been shattered to pieces for it to be easily rebuild, “You should go and meet with your ada”

Elladan nodded, “You are right. I shall see you later, my prince”

Legolas offered a light smile, “Alright”

As the Half-Elf left, Legolas fell back unto his bed, hands resting over his eyes. He went from being loathed, hated, to having two Elves wanting his permanent affection. Perhaps he’d already died and he just didn’t realize it. Perhaps he was being too eager to believe someone out there might actually care for him.

He shut his eyes as he thought of Haldir’s words to him. They’d seemed sincere, they had seemed true and he had believed them so easily and eagerly he’d even shared a kiss with the Marchwarden.

Elladan had offered to wait for him, but Haldir had equal opportunity and declined it too.

Perhaps he ought to ask Haldir, not just assume.

But then, if Haldir was sincere, what did that mean for him and Elladan?

A heavy sigh escaped him, “All of this was much easier when no one cared to know me, only my body.”

“Those are heavy words to speak for one so young, Legolas Thranduilion”

Legolas shot upright, “My lord Elrond, I did not know you were there… Apologies”

Lord Elrond gave a light nod, “I wished to speak with you alone first of all, for it seems you have created a situation in which both my sons care for my attention which does not happen oft. Elrohir tells me Elladan intends to win your heart, but he fears for his brother’s reputation. Elladan, on the other hand, tells me his Grandfather has created a scheme to keep you withdrawn from him and fears for his reputation least of all. Pray tell me, young prince, which parts of the story am I missing?”

Legolas seemed hesitant to answer the Lord of Rivendell, he had left the past behind and was eager to make a new start but it seemed Fate wouldn’t allow him. Leaving out as much detail he could, Legolas related the story of his life leading up to Elladan’s choice to aid him and the journey to Lothlorien, to the recent developments and finally summing it all up in but one sentence, “I feel so lost…”

Lord Elrond had watched the Elf silently, reading nothing but truth in the Elf’s eyes as he spoke and feeling his heart ache for one so young to have suffered so. He felt proud of his ‘younger’ son who had made the decision to aid the Elf and improve his life, “There is no sense in rushing from one thing into another young prince, take your time to live your own life first. Everything else can wait until you figure things out for yourself.”

Legolas offered a light nod, finding this the best advise he’d gotten so far. He was in no hurry, but the gentle warmth and affection he was offered was enough to make him want to forget to take his time.

Lord Elrond went on to speak of the training he had heard the prince had been doing, “Haldir is quite taken with your skills it seems, he doesn’t oft brag about anyone but himself, but apparently your skills at archery are unrivalled.”

A blush came to Legolas’ cheeks, “I am sure he has exaggerated.”

Still those words confused the prince; if Haldir was only doing his job in showing care as Elladan suggested, why would he bother praising him if he wasn’t around?

The confusion must’ve showed because Lord Elrond lightly touched his shoulder, “Take your time to figure it out, Legolas, it’ll become clear on its own accord, now come and let us join the festivities.”

Legolas nodded, rising from the bed and accompanying Lord Elrond as they made their way to the dining halls.

As always, Legolas couldn’t help but feel that tremor of fear but it was Lord Elrond who caught it and spoke softly to him, “Ease yourself Legolas, no one shall demand something of you in return for food. Be at ease”

Legolas bowed his head, trying hard to ‘be at ease’ but not really feeling it.

They were greeted with an applause, but Legolas didn’t think himself the subject of the attention and drifted off to the side.

Lord Elrond allowed it, approaching Lord Celeborn with a light bow, “It would seem we have much to discuss in my time here”

The lord of Lothlorien gave a nod of agreement, watching as Elladan naturally moved towards the prince, “It seems his infatuation shan’t be stopped by my Marchwarden’s interest in the prince”

Lord Elrond smiled, “Emotions are always fickle, they can’t be steered in one direction but must grow on their own.”

Neither of the lords missed the way Haldir’s eyes also focused on the prince, leaving them both to question whether Haldir’s loyalty to the job didn’t spring from greater intent, “You have created a little mess here, a cruel thing to put upon one initially so tainted by others, to now have to choose who should have his heart”

Lord Celeborn nodded, “It is still my hope to keep him from my Grandson, Elladan’s eager and has always been fast in making choices, not always in his best interest.”

Lord Elrond wasn’t so easily convinced as he watched his youngest son suggest food to the young prince and explaining what it all was. No, Lord Elrond wasn’t at all sure that for Elladan this was just a light infatuation and that idea worried him now that he had seen the same in Haldir’s eyes while the prince himself seemed utterly oblivious to all of it.

Legolas took some of the foods Elladan suggested, but most of all he just listened and offered a nod here and there.

He liked the conversation that surrounded him even if he wasn’t actively interacting with it.

Not until they reached a bowl of strawberries, “I can have some of those, too?”

The question was soft, innocent, but Elladan smiled, “You could even have the entire bowl if it was your wish.”

Legolas shook his head, “That wouldn’t be fair… I’m sure others would want these, too” But still that didn’t stop him from filling half his plate with them.

As they moved to sit down, Haldir joined them. There was a tension in the air that Legolas didn’t entirely understand but accepted as ‘not good’.

Elladan’s eyes fixated on the Marchwarden and vice versa, as if they were holding a staring contest to determine a winner before they both looked to the prince as he released a contented moan at the taste of one of the strawberries.

Catching the glances a blush coloured his cheeks, “Apologies… They’re just really tasty”

Haldir was the first to respond, nodding, “They are always sweet. We actively harvest them when they’re in season, for it is a waste to leave such sweetness to rot”

Legolas nodded in silent understanding as he picked up another one and nibbled on it in such a way it left both his observers stunned and eager.

Elladan looked at the Elf then, “Would you join me tomorrow? It is my intention to visit my mother’s garden… It is among the most beautiful of places in the forest, I’d be honoured to have your company”

Though Legolas readied a reply he didn’t have the chance to answer as Haldir cut in, “I’m afraid the prince has other business tomorrow. He’ll soon start his training in becoming one of our prime warriors, I’m sure your lordship will understand the importance of this”

Annoyed, but refusing to inform the Marchwarden of that he nodded, “I understand, ‘tis why I shall be taking up Legolas’ training with the knives. He’ll never wield a sword and be comfortable for it, the knives are a useful tool in combination with the bow. I can assure you his training will not suffer for his time spend at the garden.

Legolas frowned at the bickering between the two before he interjected a soft, “If it’s all the same to you both, I’d rather be by myself tomorrow”

Elladan shot Haldir a look that was positively murderous but Haldir ignored it, more concerned with winning Legolas over, “Would you at least join the training in the morning, prince of Mirkwood? It would do the others good to see your abilities, and I shan’t deny that your company would instantly lift my spirit”

The dark-haired Elf stood, looking at the Marchwarden, “That is enough. You will cease. You do not fill his heart with compliments if they aren’t sincere. Tell him. Tell him why you pursue him. Tell him my Grandfather didn’t order you to”

The room seemed to grow silent in anticipation of the answer while Haldir felt himself falling. There was no coming back from this, “Legolas…I”

But the prince needed only to see the look of utter guilt in the Marchwarden’s eyes to know Elladan was right. He had no need for explanation or excuse that would only contribute to the hurt he felt.

The golden-haired elf stood with such display of royalty no one questioned whether he truly was the son of Thranduil, “Cease. I do not wish to hear your petty excuses, Marchwarden”

The words seemed cold, harsh even, but Haldir saw the truth in those blue eyes. It hurt Legolas more than he cared to admit.

He heard Legolas excuse himself for lack of appetite, but couldn’t seem to snap out of the daze he felt.

All was lost and though yes, all of this had started with a single command, he felt his heart break at the implication of what this meant for them.

Finally his brain caught up with his body it seemed as he started moving after the prince, only to hear his Lord call out, “Haldir. Leave him.”

Haldir froze, caught between loyalty and love, but turned to look at his Lord in the end, “You shall leave him be”

Bowing his head Haldir accepted the order despite the hurt he felt in his heart over the command.

But I love him.

It didn’t matter. It was for the best.

His eyes shifted to Elladan who seemed particularly content. Haldir frowned at him, whispering harshly, “I do not understand how you could feel so satisfied if you truly cared for his heart. It kills me to see him hurting…Perhaps it is your own feelings you need to question”

Elladan looked at the Marchwarden, raising a brow, “His hurt shall be short-lived now that he knows the truth. I shall provide comfort and truth”

Though Haldir inclined his head the gesture wasn’t sincere, “I hope so, your lordship. If not, I know where to find you”

With that the proud Marchwarden strode off, fighting the urge to forsake the command that was given so that he might see the one who owned his heart.

Overcome by a sudden rage he took to the training areas, hacking at one of the wooden posts until it snapped in half and he released a cry of frustration, “Is it that you’re upset because you know you failed your task?”

Haldir’s head shot up as he heard Legolas' voice, “It is that although it started as such, I could not think of a better mission now. I am sorry I hurt you, prince of Mirkwood, it was never my intention. Rather I wouldn’t have had you know, for the emotions I’m building for you would ensure the happiness for ages to come… but now that you do know, I could only pray you would understand the world I live in. Command is not to be denied, but the heart is a fickle thing bound to interfere with the simplest things”

Legolas frowned as he looked at the Marchwarden, “You should have told me. I am tired of others making choices for me.”

Haldir bowed his head in surrender, “Apologies”

The prince wasn’t so easily satisfied as he moved up to the Elf and claimed his lips in that same soft kiss Haldir had bestowed on him, “And to think I really liked you”

Legolas sighed then, backing off and moving away.

No anger. No tears. Such extreme calm that it bordered on uncaring.

Knowing he had Legolas’ heart and lost it made all of it even worse, “By the Valar, let him hate me…. His hatred would ease the pain of love that was lost.”

But Legolas wouldn’t hate, he would be sad for Haldir’s betrayal and that made it even worse.

You shall leave him be.

His Lord’s voice echoed in his mind, but for the first time in his life Haldir didn’t know if he could follow his Lord’s command.

TBC…
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