Title: Antatar: Prince of Death Part 5
Author: littlestkitten ([email protected])
Series: Sequel to Kleine Taube
Rating: Pg-13
Feedback: Yes please.
AN: So here's the final chapter of Antatar. I hope everyone likes it.
With growing fear and urgency Legolas made his way through the forest. He had awoken that morning to an empty bed but had thought nothing of it, as he knew the king was busy and had probably left to sit in a stuffy council.
Smiling softly he had stretched languorously and made his way into the royal bath chamber to soak out the soreness from last nights lovemaking. Moaning with delight as the kinks in his muscles slowly relaxed, Legolas took up the washcloth and began to clean himself of the sweat and dirt that had accumulated since the last time he had bathed.
An hour later he deemed himself clean enough to leave the bath and hungry enough to be in need of food. He dressed quickly in a loose fitting tunic and leggings and made his to the dining hall. He was intercepted by one of Aragorn's chief advisors before he had gone more than a few paces toward his destination.
He quickly grew worried as the as he found out that Aragorn had gone missing a few hours ago during a break form council. Turning quickly he headed for his rooms to change into suitable apparel to find the King and to get his bow and quiver full of arrows.
Going to the last place a servant had seen his love he started tracking Aragorn towards the forest.
* * *
The two men watched each other warily. Both had much to lose and this encounter would prove who was better and who would gain the spoils of their silent war. In reality one had already 'claimed' these 'spoils' but the other knew naught of this and remained blissfully unaware that while he had won one battle after battle he had eventually lost the war.
"Why?" One of the men asked, shifting to a position so he could better defend himself when they turned to blows.
The evil man across from him smirked broadly at this question and cocked hi head to the side to formulate a reply. An evil gleam glinted in his eyes as he once more captured his opponents gaze with his and opened his mouth to speak. The action never bore fruit however as the one whom they had both been contemplating chose this moment to make his presence known.
The prince of the once great Greenwood* burst from the underbrush, his bow raised and an arrow cocked. He froze as he saw the one whom had caused him so much pain and had tormented his dreams for years. A fear gripped him as he locked eyes with Antatar and fervently begun wishing he had never gotten out of bed that morn. But Legolas Thranduilion was know coward, he would face his fear, and hopefully The Prince of Death would never get the chance to harm him or his loved ones again.
So, with that resolve he sighted along his bow and pointed it directly at the evil man's heart. Sweat made his bow slippery and vaguely noticed that he was the one causing this to happen. With firm resolve he pulled the bowstring tight against his cheek and was about to release when a cry made him pause.
Antatar had called out his name and was looking increasingly distressed. Through the sound of blood pumping through his ears he heard the faint sounds of speech and concentrated on them.
"Saes** Legolas, don't shoot. I am not Antatar. He is, please listen to me."
The Prince's eyes widened in rage. How dare he? How dare this man who had broken his body and almost his soul try to convince him that his was true love was really to blame.
Vision clouded with red, Legolas let his arrow fly and watched in satisfaction as it hit with a dull thump, lodging itself in Antatar's chest. Satisfaction gleamed in Legolas' eyes as he allowed himself to be caught up in an embrace with the man who held his heart. It was over, Antatar would be dead in a few moments and they could return to Gondor and live happily with their friends. A sigh left his lips and he nestled his head in Aragorn's chest.
* * *
Antatar smirked evilly down at the one who possessed his body as he held his Kleine Taube to him. Aragorn had been stupid to think that Legolas would believe him and now the king would pay for it, with his life. Leading Legolas away he spared one last glance to his enemies dead body giving it a knowing wink before putting him firmly out of mind. He had a slave act to reinstate after all and a sweet body to ravish once he got home.
The End
*Mirkwood was once called Greenwood the Great before it was shrouded in shadow.
** Please
AN: I just realized that I'd forgotten to update. Oops. Sorry for the wait.
With growing fear and urgency Legolas made his way through the forest. He had awoken that morning to an empty bed but had thought nothing of it, as he knew the king was busy and had probably left to sit in a stuffy council.
Smiling softly he had stretched languorously and made his way into the royal bath chamber to soak out the soreness from last nights lovemaking. Moaning with delight as the kinks in his muscles slowly relaxed, Legolas took up the washcloth and began to clean himself of the sweat and dirt that had accumulated since the last time he had bathed.
An hour later he deemed himself clean enough to leave the bath and hungry enough to be in need of food. He dressed quickly in a loose fitting tunic and leggings and made his to the dining hall. He was intercepted by one of Aragorn's chief advisors before he had gone more than a few paces toward his destination.
He quickly grew worried as the as he found out that Aragorn had gone missing a few hours ago during a break form council. Turning quickly he headed for his rooms to change into suitable apparel to find the King and to get his bow and quiver full of arrows.
Going to the last place a servant had seen his love he started tracking Aragorn towards the forest.
* * *
The two men watched each other warily. Both had much to lose and this encounter would prove who was better and who would gain the spoils of their silent war. In reality one had already 'claimed' these 'spoils' but the other knew naught of this and remained blissfully unaware that while he had won one battle after battle he had eventually lost the war.
"Why?" One of the men asked, shifting to a position so he could better defend himself when they turned to blows.
The evil man across from him smirked broadly at this question and cocked hi head to the side to formulate a reply. An evil gleam glinted in his eyes as he once more captured his opponents gaze with his and opened his mouth to speak. The action never bore fruit however as the one whom they had both been contemplating chose this moment to make his presence known.
The prince of the once great Greenwood* burst from the underbrush, his bow raised and an arrow cocked. He froze as he saw the one whom had caused him so much pain and had tormented his dreams for years. A fear gripped him as he locked eyes with Antatar and fervently begun wishing he had never gotten out of bed that morn. But Legolas Thranduilion was know coward, he would face his fear, and hopefully The Prince of Death would never get the chance to harm him or his loved ones again.
So, with that resolve he sighted along his bow and pointed it directly at the evil man's heart. Sweat made his bow slippery and vaguely noticed that he was the one causing this to happen. With firm resolve he pulled the bowstring tight against his cheek and was about to release when a cry made him pause.
Antatar had called out his name and was looking increasingly distressed. Through the sound of blood pumping through his ears he heard the faint sounds of speech and concentrated on them.
"Saes** Legolas, don't shoot. I am not Antatar. He is, please listen to me."
The Prince's eyes widened in rage. How dare he? How dare this man who had broken his body and almost his soul try to convince him that his was true love was really to blame.
Vision clouded with red, Legolas let his arrow fly and watched in satisfaction as it hit with a dull thump, lodging itself in Antatar's chest. Satisfaction gleamed in Legolas' eyes as he allowed himself to be caught up in an embrace with the man who held his heart. It was over, Antatar would be dead in a few moments and they could return to Gondor and live happily with their friends. A sigh left his lips and he nestled his head in Aragorn's chest.
* * *
Antatar smirked evilly down at the one who possessed his body as he held his Kleine Taube to him. Aragorn had been stupid to think that Legolas would believe him and now the king would pay for it, with his life. Leading Legolas away he spared one last glance to his enemies dead body giving it a knowing wink before putting him firmly out of mind. He had a slave act to reinstate after all and a sweet body to ravish once he got home.
The End
*Mirkwood was once called Greenwood the Great before it was shrouded in shadow.
** Please
AN: I just realized that I'd forgotten to update. Oops. Sorry for the wait.