General Disclaimer: I own Minastir, Aldarion, and Telemnar. That's it. I
very unfortunately don't own Legolas or the very gorgeous Mr. Bloom,
although I did meet him ::huge grin::
Author's disclaimer: Yes, this is a tiny bit AU, well, for now. It may turn very AU at the end, but with Tolkien's world kept in mind. Also, now is a good time to mention my views on Thranduil. I think that his wife is no longer around, based on the fact she is never mentioned. I believe that he is a good ruler with the best intentions, but not always the best actions. For the purpose of my stories, he took the loss of his wife very hard. He maybe irrationally blames Legolas for it. That, however, will be explained in this story.
Series: (Still nameless)
Bed of Lies Family Ties Of Elves and Men
This story can stand on it's own, but I would suggest reading the other first so that little references will be understood. If you don't want to read the others and something confuses you, just ask me in a review and I'll explain it to you.
Happy reading! My replies to Of Elves and Men are at the bottom, as always.
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A heavy boot had crushed the blades of grass faintly. To the untrained eye, it would have been unnoticeable. However, the eyes of a prince are not untrained, especially those of an elven prince.
The elf smiled to himself. His prey had taken great care in covering their path, but he had not been careful enough. He had centuries of hunt training behind him, and his prey had only thirty. This was going to be far too easy.
The elf rose gracefully to his feet, sprinting along the track the human had left. Very soon, he had his prey in sight. He silently leapt into a tree, and almost held his breath watching the man below him. He waited for the right minute, then dropped behind the man. Still the foe did not notice. The elf unsheathed a long blade, then pounced on the man.
Like a well trained ranger, the man did not yell out. His hands flew up in a gesture of surrender.
"Tsk tsk," the elf whispered. "A ranger should never be caught of his guard."
The man looked out of the corner of his eye, then relaxed when he saw who was behind him. "You scared Melkor out of me." He pushed away from his predator.
"Well, hello Strider."
"Where have you been for the last eight years, Legolas?"
"Well, home. I mean, I am a prince and my father does tend to want me around. Besides, eight years is not a terribly long time."
Aragorn shrugged. "It's long to me. Don't forget, I am human."
Legolas raised his eyebrows. "Come to think of it, that fact did elude me! You do look considerably like and elf, what with the round ears and short hair and stalky body."
Aragorn rolled his eyes. "First of all, my body is not stalky. Secondly, you do not have to be so sarcastic."
Legolas smiled. "How have you been?"
Aragorn nodded his head in a positive manner. "I've been well. And yourself?"
"I've been at home." There was a somber note to the light remark.
"I don't understand, is that a bad thing?"
The two began walking farther along the road towards Rivendell. "Yes and no."
Aragorn chuckled.
Legolas looked at the human. "What, may I ask, is so funny?"
"It's just that Gandalf told me once, 'Never seek counsel from the elves; they will tell you both yes and no'. Anyway, continue."
"It's just that my father can be a bit demanding at times."
"Yeah, but I bet he was glad to see you home after our last incident with that woman." Aragorn quieted and noticed the uneasy silence between them. He knew that neither of them trusted how easily they had managed to escape last time.
Legolas quietly answered, "I missed a banquet."
"So? That's not a big deal. I bet your father has plenty of those anyway."
Legolas smiled at his friend. He would never understand, until perhaps, he visited Mirkwood. He changed the subject. "Why are you taking such care to cover your tracks?"
"There supposedly a band of orcs roaming around again. I didn't want them to catch my trail." He turned to the elf. "I'm glad you're back."
"So am I, Strider. So am I."
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Elrohir watched the arrival of his little brother and his best friend from the balcony of his father's library. He smiled at the animated debate Aragorn seemed to be having with the elf prince.
"Legolas has come," he said casually.
Elrond briefly looked up from his books. "Indeed? A wonder he escaped the duties of his home."
"You mean it's a wonder he escaped his father."
Elrond did not try to hide the smile on his lips. "Now, Elrohir, Thranduil is a very good king."
"You're not taking his side, are you?"
"No, my son. He is a good king, but I disagree on his views of raising a child. Legolas turned out wonderfully in spite of him. Although, if I remember correctly, he was known as the 'blonde terror' for quite some time."
Elrohir laughed, but was sobered by Elrond's next comment. "You and your brother. . . I lost count of all the names that were bestowed upon you." He sighed. "I suppose I should cherish these moments."
"What moments, Ada?"
"When both Legolas and my son are coming to me of their own will. You have to admit, those two have a knack for attracting trouble. I worry about the two of them together, if Legolas' last visit is any indication."
Elrohir nodded, a bright smile still on his face. "Legolas is okay with men now, it seems."
"No, Legolas is okay with Estel. Sometimes I am not even so sure of that." Elrond still had his face buried in his paperwork, so Elrohir decided to leave him be and greet the two at the door.
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Aragorn walked down the long hallway of Elrond's palace, as it were, with a glass of water in his hand. The hour was late, and he was in his pajamas.
He noticed that the light to his father's library was shining dimly in the hallway. Curious as to why his father was still awake, he made a small detour on the way back to his room.
He got close enough to realize that Elrond was speaking with someone. The voices were muted, for the door was only partially open. He stopped just before the shadow ended, and listened intently.
"He was angry."
It was Legolas' voice. He sounded as though he were trying to hide his emotion.
"Legolas, you know your father loves you."
The prince sighed. "I know. He just prefers not to show it. Which is the right thing, I mean, I am being trained as a warrior, and warriors do not show emotion-"
"That's no excuse, Legolas, and you know that."
"I just don't understand him, Elrond. I almost died, and all he could say was, 'You missed the Mid-Winter's Ball'."
"You must understand, Legolas, that your father had to raise you entirely on his own. Your mother died not very far into your childhood, and he was left as a single parent, alone with his grief and a child. I had the fortune of raising two of my boys with a wonderful wife, and they had a motherly influence. They were old enough to have had an upbringing before my wife died. You were not granted that."
Legolas nodded, but did not say anything.
"Thranduil is doing the best he knows how to. Understand, Legolas, that just because he doesn't love you in the way you want him to, it doesn't mean that he doesn't love you with all he's got." He looked at Legolas and chuckled. "You should also remember that death has a tendency to attract you, as it has since the day you were born. The news that you almost died is not new to your father, and by this point in time, it is probably easier for him to ignore the comments that deal with the grief that your death would bring upon him."
"Well, and the stress that I caused him by missing a ball."
Elrond sighed, but Legolas took not notice.
"I mean, come on. We're Mirkwood elves. We never have banquets. The Valar know that we don't even drink!"
There was a short silence, then the elf-lord let his laughter ring out. Legolas looked up and smiled.
"You are too sharp witted for your own good. I fear it will get you in trouble one day."
"My lord, if you remember correctly, it has already delivered me into the hands of trouble."
"Indeed. Go rest, Legolas. I am sure my sons will require you to have your energy in the morning."
Aragorn heard shuffling from the room, and retraced his steps quickly. He was not quick enough for the elf, however.
"Hello, Strider."
The man stopped, and his shoulders fell. He turned to his friend with a look of supreme guilt in his eyes. "I'm sorry."
Legolas walked forward to meet Aragorn where he was. "Who said I was going to accuse you of anything?" He paused. "And you are not supposed to admit being in the wrong. Did your brothers teach you nothing?"
"I didn't mean to listen. It's just. . ."
"If I didn't want you to hear it, I would have stopped talking."
"Yeah, if you had known I was there."
Legolas rolled his eyes and looked pointedly at Aragorn as they walked towards the ranger's room.
"You did know I was there?" Aragorn was crestfallen.
Legolas nodded.
"Oh." They walked in silence for a few minutes. "Still, I'm sorry."
"There is nothing to be sorry for, mellon."
"Well. I am going to bed. I will see you in the morning at breakfast."
Legolas nodded once, then continued down the hallway to his own room. He had a lot to think about.
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Reviewers: Hey! I'm back and ready to go! I think I may start a Pirates of the Caribbean fanfiction soon. I have a good idea that I just can't turn into a LotR idea at all. We'll see. Oh, and if anyone has an idea for what to call this series I've got going, please feel free to send them my way. I'll give you credit! Pretty please?
Elizabeth Black: Well, now that we have that straightened out, sheesh. Lol, I'm just kidding. Sorry about that. Thank you, thank you!
SPEoD: Haha, I was wondering if you were spelling it right as well. No, you're not. Possessed. Two s's the second time. Uhm, I suggest reading Shandoli by Shaan Lien and Into the Labyrinth by Amorous. I really like those. We'll learn a lot of what happened in those two stories, plus a lot about Legolas' past that hasn't been covered yet. (The plot bunnies are at work, mwahahaha.) Plus, I'm still working on a back story to Family Ties. Haha, yeah, and "please update" is really hard to respond to and I love responding to all of my reviewers. I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long! Thanks for being so devoted!
Dimostiel: Ah, I like corny jokes. Except when my professors tell them. Anyway, lol, what do you think so far? Wait, never mind, there's really no conflict yet. (I'm good at keeping track of my own stories, lol.)
Das Blume: I picked that preview because it shows you a little bit of what Aragorn thinks of Thranduil, a little itty bitty tiny bit of the point of the story, plus some interaction between the friends. It shouldn't make sense, really. If it does, then I'm doing something wrong. ::smiles:: Haha, yeah, Legolas just can't win.
Gwyn: You didn't think I'd actually kill him, did you? Nah, if I ever kill him, it will be far more creative than a hanging.
Tamara: Thank you! Hope the wait wasn't too long.
Wilwarin: Thanks. There are going to be a ton more sequels because this is a series.
Sky: Hm, I can't tell you when the Lady will come again, but she will pop up again, and believe me, she's looking for blood. Yeah homework bites.
Bec: I'm such an idiot. I'm like, why hasn't Bec or Sara reviewed yet and you already did. I'm a dork. Anyway, no, I won't kill him yet. Unbelievable? Dear, was any of my story actually believable? Lol. Besides, that was the resolution for the story, the plot continues on. ::Evil smiles:: I don't think ME has to worry as much as Estel and Legolas. Those two attract trouble like bugs to a little blue light.
Lulu Bell: YAY! ! ! ! ! ! ! Great job in your game! We won ours that was tonight. (25 to 8.) It was sweet. Haha, oh wow, I actually said Holy Monkeys? Hm, it just kind of slips out. I say it all the time in normal conversation. (I'm an odd one, I'll admit it.) Good luck at your next soccer match!
Gilraen: Ah, thanks! Yeah, I figured men had most of the fun, so why shouldn't the evil person be female? (Evil roles are always the most fun to play, and to write, I've noticed.)
Luthien: Yeah, I'm sick too. And I'm glad there's technology between us, or I think you might have hurt me severely, lol.
Anolinde: Lol. I liked that too. All the sarcasm that Legolas gives off is so much fun! "There's a door." "Where does it go?" "It stays where it is, I think." I liked that one too.
Lomiothiel: We will see the Lady again, I swear it. Revenge will be paid, (or so she's tellin' herself.) Thank you for the kind review!
Jadelyn Rashwe: Thanks! I tried to hurry!
Author's disclaimer: Yes, this is a tiny bit AU, well, for now. It may turn very AU at the end, but with Tolkien's world kept in mind. Also, now is a good time to mention my views on Thranduil. I think that his wife is no longer around, based on the fact she is never mentioned. I believe that he is a good ruler with the best intentions, but not always the best actions. For the purpose of my stories, he took the loss of his wife very hard. He maybe irrationally blames Legolas for it. That, however, will be explained in this story.
Series: (Still nameless)
Bed of Lies Family Ties Of Elves and Men
This story can stand on it's own, but I would suggest reading the other first so that little references will be understood. If you don't want to read the others and something confuses you, just ask me in a review and I'll explain it to you.
Happy reading! My replies to Of Elves and Men are at the bottom, as always.
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A heavy boot had crushed the blades of grass faintly. To the untrained eye, it would have been unnoticeable. However, the eyes of a prince are not untrained, especially those of an elven prince.
The elf smiled to himself. His prey had taken great care in covering their path, but he had not been careful enough. He had centuries of hunt training behind him, and his prey had only thirty. This was going to be far too easy.
The elf rose gracefully to his feet, sprinting along the track the human had left. Very soon, he had his prey in sight. He silently leapt into a tree, and almost held his breath watching the man below him. He waited for the right minute, then dropped behind the man. Still the foe did not notice. The elf unsheathed a long blade, then pounced on the man.
Like a well trained ranger, the man did not yell out. His hands flew up in a gesture of surrender.
"Tsk tsk," the elf whispered. "A ranger should never be caught of his guard."
The man looked out of the corner of his eye, then relaxed when he saw who was behind him. "You scared Melkor out of me." He pushed away from his predator.
"Well, hello Strider."
"Where have you been for the last eight years, Legolas?"
"Well, home. I mean, I am a prince and my father does tend to want me around. Besides, eight years is not a terribly long time."
Aragorn shrugged. "It's long to me. Don't forget, I am human."
Legolas raised his eyebrows. "Come to think of it, that fact did elude me! You do look considerably like and elf, what with the round ears and short hair and stalky body."
Aragorn rolled his eyes. "First of all, my body is not stalky. Secondly, you do not have to be so sarcastic."
Legolas smiled. "How have you been?"
Aragorn nodded his head in a positive manner. "I've been well. And yourself?"
"I've been at home." There was a somber note to the light remark.
"I don't understand, is that a bad thing?"
The two began walking farther along the road towards Rivendell. "Yes and no."
Aragorn chuckled.
Legolas looked at the human. "What, may I ask, is so funny?"
"It's just that Gandalf told me once, 'Never seek counsel from the elves; they will tell you both yes and no'. Anyway, continue."
"It's just that my father can be a bit demanding at times."
"Yeah, but I bet he was glad to see you home after our last incident with that woman." Aragorn quieted and noticed the uneasy silence between them. He knew that neither of them trusted how easily they had managed to escape last time.
Legolas quietly answered, "I missed a banquet."
"So? That's not a big deal. I bet your father has plenty of those anyway."
Legolas smiled at his friend. He would never understand, until perhaps, he visited Mirkwood. He changed the subject. "Why are you taking such care to cover your tracks?"
"There supposedly a band of orcs roaming around again. I didn't want them to catch my trail." He turned to the elf. "I'm glad you're back."
"So am I, Strider. So am I."
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Elrohir watched the arrival of his little brother and his best friend from the balcony of his father's library. He smiled at the animated debate Aragorn seemed to be having with the elf prince.
"Legolas has come," he said casually.
Elrond briefly looked up from his books. "Indeed? A wonder he escaped the duties of his home."
"You mean it's a wonder he escaped his father."
Elrond did not try to hide the smile on his lips. "Now, Elrohir, Thranduil is a very good king."
"You're not taking his side, are you?"
"No, my son. He is a good king, but I disagree on his views of raising a child. Legolas turned out wonderfully in spite of him. Although, if I remember correctly, he was known as the 'blonde terror' for quite some time."
Elrohir laughed, but was sobered by Elrond's next comment. "You and your brother. . . I lost count of all the names that were bestowed upon you." He sighed. "I suppose I should cherish these moments."
"What moments, Ada?"
"When both Legolas and my son are coming to me of their own will. You have to admit, those two have a knack for attracting trouble. I worry about the two of them together, if Legolas' last visit is any indication."
Elrohir nodded, a bright smile still on his face. "Legolas is okay with men now, it seems."
"No, Legolas is okay with Estel. Sometimes I am not even so sure of that." Elrond still had his face buried in his paperwork, so Elrohir decided to leave him be and greet the two at the door.
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Aragorn walked down the long hallway of Elrond's palace, as it were, with a glass of water in his hand. The hour was late, and he was in his pajamas.
He noticed that the light to his father's library was shining dimly in the hallway. Curious as to why his father was still awake, he made a small detour on the way back to his room.
He got close enough to realize that Elrond was speaking with someone. The voices were muted, for the door was only partially open. He stopped just before the shadow ended, and listened intently.
"He was angry."
It was Legolas' voice. He sounded as though he were trying to hide his emotion.
"Legolas, you know your father loves you."
The prince sighed. "I know. He just prefers not to show it. Which is the right thing, I mean, I am being trained as a warrior, and warriors do not show emotion-"
"That's no excuse, Legolas, and you know that."
"I just don't understand him, Elrond. I almost died, and all he could say was, 'You missed the Mid-Winter's Ball'."
"You must understand, Legolas, that your father had to raise you entirely on his own. Your mother died not very far into your childhood, and he was left as a single parent, alone with his grief and a child. I had the fortune of raising two of my boys with a wonderful wife, and they had a motherly influence. They were old enough to have had an upbringing before my wife died. You were not granted that."
Legolas nodded, but did not say anything.
"Thranduil is doing the best he knows how to. Understand, Legolas, that just because he doesn't love you in the way you want him to, it doesn't mean that he doesn't love you with all he's got." He looked at Legolas and chuckled. "You should also remember that death has a tendency to attract you, as it has since the day you were born. The news that you almost died is not new to your father, and by this point in time, it is probably easier for him to ignore the comments that deal with the grief that your death would bring upon him."
"Well, and the stress that I caused him by missing a ball."
Elrond sighed, but Legolas took not notice.
"I mean, come on. We're Mirkwood elves. We never have banquets. The Valar know that we don't even drink!"
There was a short silence, then the elf-lord let his laughter ring out. Legolas looked up and smiled.
"You are too sharp witted for your own good. I fear it will get you in trouble one day."
"My lord, if you remember correctly, it has already delivered me into the hands of trouble."
"Indeed. Go rest, Legolas. I am sure my sons will require you to have your energy in the morning."
Aragorn heard shuffling from the room, and retraced his steps quickly. He was not quick enough for the elf, however.
"Hello, Strider."
The man stopped, and his shoulders fell. He turned to his friend with a look of supreme guilt in his eyes. "I'm sorry."
Legolas walked forward to meet Aragorn where he was. "Who said I was going to accuse you of anything?" He paused. "And you are not supposed to admit being in the wrong. Did your brothers teach you nothing?"
"I didn't mean to listen. It's just. . ."
"If I didn't want you to hear it, I would have stopped talking."
"Yeah, if you had known I was there."
Legolas rolled his eyes and looked pointedly at Aragorn as they walked towards the ranger's room.
"You did know I was there?" Aragorn was crestfallen.
Legolas nodded.
"Oh." They walked in silence for a few minutes. "Still, I'm sorry."
"There is nothing to be sorry for, mellon."
"Well. I am going to bed. I will see you in the morning at breakfast."
Legolas nodded once, then continued down the hallway to his own room. He had a lot to think about.
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Reviewers: Hey! I'm back and ready to go! I think I may start a Pirates of the Caribbean fanfiction soon. I have a good idea that I just can't turn into a LotR idea at all. We'll see. Oh, and if anyone has an idea for what to call this series I've got going, please feel free to send them my way. I'll give you credit! Pretty please?
Elizabeth Black: Well, now that we have that straightened out, sheesh. Lol, I'm just kidding. Sorry about that. Thank you, thank you!
SPEoD: Haha, I was wondering if you were spelling it right as well. No, you're not. Possessed. Two s's the second time. Uhm, I suggest reading Shandoli by Shaan Lien and Into the Labyrinth by Amorous. I really like those. We'll learn a lot of what happened in those two stories, plus a lot about Legolas' past that hasn't been covered yet. (The plot bunnies are at work, mwahahaha.) Plus, I'm still working on a back story to Family Ties. Haha, yeah, and "please update" is really hard to respond to and I love responding to all of my reviewers. I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long! Thanks for being so devoted!
Dimostiel: Ah, I like corny jokes. Except when my professors tell them. Anyway, lol, what do you think so far? Wait, never mind, there's really no conflict yet. (I'm good at keeping track of my own stories, lol.)
Das Blume: I picked that preview because it shows you a little bit of what Aragorn thinks of Thranduil, a little itty bitty tiny bit of the point of the story, plus some interaction between the friends. It shouldn't make sense, really. If it does, then I'm doing something wrong. ::smiles:: Haha, yeah, Legolas just can't win.
Gwyn: You didn't think I'd actually kill him, did you? Nah, if I ever kill him, it will be far more creative than a hanging.
Tamara: Thank you! Hope the wait wasn't too long.
Wilwarin: Thanks. There are going to be a ton more sequels because this is a series.
Sky: Hm, I can't tell you when the Lady will come again, but she will pop up again, and believe me, she's looking for blood. Yeah homework bites.
Bec: I'm such an idiot. I'm like, why hasn't Bec or Sara reviewed yet and you already did. I'm a dork. Anyway, no, I won't kill him yet. Unbelievable? Dear, was any of my story actually believable? Lol. Besides, that was the resolution for the story, the plot continues on. ::Evil smiles:: I don't think ME has to worry as much as Estel and Legolas. Those two attract trouble like bugs to a little blue light.
Lulu Bell: YAY! ! ! ! ! ! ! Great job in your game! We won ours that was tonight. (25 to 8.) It was sweet. Haha, oh wow, I actually said Holy Monkeys? Hm, it just kind of slips out. I say it all the time in normal conversation. (I'm an odd one, I'll admit it.) Good luck at your next soccer match!
Gilraen: Ah, thanks! Yeah, I figured men had most of the fun, so why shouldn't the evil person be female? (Evil roles are always the most fun to play, and to write, I've noticed.)
Luthien: Yeah, I'm sick too. And I'm glad there's technology between us, or I think you might have hurt me severely, lol.
Anolinde: Lol. I liked that too. All the sarcasm that Legolas gives off is so much fun! "There's a door." "Where does it go?" "It stays where it is, I think." I liked that one too.
Lomiothiel: We will see the Lady again, I swear it. Revenge will be paid, (or so she's tellin' herself.) Thank you for the kind review!
Jadelyn Rashwe: Thanks! I tried to hurry!