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The Difference between Love and Marriage	By : Kaiyoz Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 16220 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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The Difference Between Love and Marriage

Author: Kaiyoz

Disclaimer: I have NO ownership of any of the great Tolkien works or world. If I did I might have a car but I don’t, so there you have it!! All recognizable characters are Tolkiens and whoever else owns it.

Warning: Totally AU!!! I use my imagination and create havoc in Tolkien’s world!!! If you don’t like don’t read!! Simple, no? There is slash but I don’t know if there will be any sex scenes. It will be an MPreg until further notice.

Warning (again for those who didn’t read the one above): Slash (Legolas/ Haldir), Mpreg on Legolas’s part. AU

Italics= thought “blah”= speaking

Part 1-

Thranduil stood on his balcony watching the sun break the nights sky into blessed day. All was peaceful in his realm birds were singing, horses galloping, trees whispering, and elflings -arguing? Oh blast it always had to be his children. The King strode down the hall towards the elevating argument.

“For the last time Legolas, NO!!!!,” shouted his oldest son, Crown Prince Nataget.

“You take Nacris EVERY TIME, and he is seventy years younger than I,” his youngest yelled back. Maybe they will yell so much one will pass out from lack of air, their father thought hopefully. In the meantime, they were awakening the whole palace. I’d better settle it now.

“What is the problem here, nin ions?,” the king boomed over the princes. They instantly quieted.

Legolas looked up at his father with the most innocent eyes he could muster and quietly said, “Ada, Nataget won’t take me out riding with him. I can keep up and he always takes others. Why not me?”

Thranduil looked at his youngest and smallest child, “Legolas you know he is only trying to look after you and you can always go riding with Mwalin. What if they were attacked? You cannot only rely on your bow and your are worth to much to our family and Mirkwood. Try to understand.” He felt horrible about telling his son the reality of things but he could not lose the only link he had of his late wife.

The young prince instantly whirled on his father, “Why must I always be protected? This is not fair, I didn’t ask to be a maternal elf, I want to be in the forest not sewing or cooking.” With that he stormed down the halls and slammed his bedroom door behind him.

Father and son winced at the crash of the door. Thranduil looked to his protégé, “I thought I said be out of here before Legolas awoke?”

“I tried Ada but little Greenleaf always knows when I get up! It’s like he has spies or something.”

“Get on your way before he decides to come back for more. I will deal with the pen-neth later.”

The elves strode to their morning plans, hoping the youngest prince would stay in his room until the riders left.

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Legolas flew into his room ranting about obnoxious brothers and overprotective fathers. He flopped unto his bed and did his best not to cry out of anger and frustration. He finally clambered from his bed and looked to the morning sky. Yancie, his wolf companion, climbed into his lap with a quiet ‘woof’. She was his reach to freedom. He’d found her on one of the rare days he was allowed outside, she was young and injured. He had brought her home and she had never left. When she did leave she always brought him a flower or leaf back. He stroked her head questioning why he even bothered to argue anymore.

“You know Yancie, life like this gets quickly boring. You are so lucky, I’d bet you’ve even been to Lothlorien.”

Legolas was fated to be a maternal elf, an elf that could carry elflings. I would be some dumb paternal elf’s wife, he thought bitterly. He would never shoot bow again, I will probably be locked in some room to have children and make food. He slammed his hand into the ground, the stone ground, he winced.

He was almost of courting age and his father had been planning his marriage ever since Gandalf had said his mother was carrying a maternal elf. He could start courting once he turned six hundred but would not be considered an adult until he was one thousand years of age. Legolas dreaded the day he turned six hundred, he could not only court but also marry. With the population of elves slowly rebuilding another elf to carry child was seen as a great asset and were snatched up the minute they were six hundred

Legolas stared about his room, looking at all his treasures and cringed at the thought of having to leave the room he’d spent the better part of his life in. Father will most likely marry me to a foreigner for alliance purposes, at least then I can travel a little, he smiled to himself at marrying a strong, adventurous elf from Lorien or maybe deep in the forest of Rivendell.

There was a tentative knock on the door and then the sound of the door being pushed open.

Legolas turned to look at his best friend and President of the Free Legolas Club. The club was a long running joke with Legolas as vice-president and Yancie as secretary. Mwalin came in and sat on the floor next to the youngest prince.

“I heard you plight all the way in my chambers, I think you would have won had your father not appeared,” Mwalin quietly stated. She tried to help Legolas get as much freedom as she could but she was just his friend and could do no more then help protect him. She was two hundred years older then Legolas and had met him during her warrior training when he had gone with his personal guard to the training grounds. She was an unofficial personal guard to him and was often assigned to ‘assist’ his official personal guard.

“Thank you, for your faith but I will never win. It’s the FLC versus Mirkwood and our team is severely lacking.” He sighed and leaned against his two best friends. Mwalin had been a marvelous friend, putting up with endless hours of moaning and ranting about the woes of being himself. She always tried to think of ways to aid him in getting into the forest and when that failed she stayed with him on the grounds even on the most beautiful of days.

Suddenly, there was another knock on the door and it opened. Legolas’s father walked in and asked Mwalin to leave them for a while. She smiled brightly at her friend and left.

Thranduil took a seat near his son and beckoned him to another chair. Legolas sat down gingerly and looked at his father expectantly.

“Legolas, my little one, I love you dearly and would move Arda for you if I could but we need to stop moving around the subject of your birth day and betrothal.”

Legolas sighed dramatically, ”All right Ada, what do you wish to discuss?”

“Would you like to be involved in the planning of your birthday party? I already have the guests, decorations, and food picked out but maybe you want to pick your clothing?&#

Legolas nearly screamed at the fact that the only thing he could work with was the outfit, I might as well give that up too. I am sure they already have the style picked. He shook his head in the negative.

Thranduil was a little annoyed about the lack of response but realized most of it was already planned. “Well, how about your betrothal? I am sure you will want to help pick him out. I have gone thru the numerous requests for your hand and have selected the ones I feel are the best and invited them to your birthday.”

“Of course I am helping in that. If I am going to be stuck with some elf for the rest of my life it better be by my own hand.” Now he was really upset, his father could over rule any decision he made and he already had a short list picked out. Tears started filling his eyes and he turned from his father.

Thranduil saw his son’s eyes and pulled his son onto his lap for a hug. “I am sorry little one this must be a lot of stress on you. You know I am just trying to do what’s best for you.” His son was so much like his mother. He was very light in hair and eyes were like emeralds in the sun. Little Leaf was also small in stature and looked fragile making it hard for the average male elf that was about a head taller then he to listen to him. But underneath lay a wild temper and even wilder ideas. He chuckled slightly hoping whoever was his sons husband had a strong hand because his Legolas would not take quickly to the bridal bed or domestic kitchen.

The king stood and both he and his son went to the dining hall to break their fast.

TBC... (If I get anyone wanting more! So Read and Review. No flaming because well I honestly don’t care if you don’t like my sick and demented mind.) P.S. I didn’t want to make Legolas such a crybaby but I am sure he’s under a lot of stress and it just popped out of the keyboard. Haldir’s coming in later.
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