Strong Bonds to Strong Wills
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
3,801
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11
Recommended:
0
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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.
As the Years Passeê
~ Okay, 1,475 years has passed by. Legolas is two years away from the age of consent (or officially an adult). Elrohir is of course a little under one hundred years older than her, and Estel is about the same age as she is, in my story at least. Since Legolas is much more mature, no more pranks from her now.
I know that in many stories, Thranduil and Elrond have rivalries left and right, but not in my story. They’re pretty good friends and get along with each other. Ooh, a first!
Chapter 13: As the Years Passed By
“A message from Lord Elrond of Rivendell!”
Thranduil took the scroll from his servant and read it.
“So, Lord Elrond wants us to attend a party he will host tomorrow night?” Thranduil mused. “What a delight!” He summoned his children and informed them of the party that will take place in Rivendell.
“It has been a long time siwe hwe have visited Rivendell, has it not, Father?” Darion asked. It hIt has,” Thranduil answered thoughtfully.
“Do you think it is a good idea to bring Legolas along?” Naraden asked. “You know what happened last time...”
“We should not leave Legolas behind and prohibit her from having fun just because of her looks,” Thranduil said, noticing how Legolas glared at Naraden. “Come, my children. If we are to arrive in time we must leave within the hour.”
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Rivendell was grand. Lights lit up the kingdom all over, and the happiness and joy of the guests inside made the kingdom light up even brighter. Legolas was even more in awe when she and her family entered the ballroom. Looking around, she saw many other elves she has seen the last time she attended a ball. The ballroom looked renovated to her, as if it expanded. They did a very good job, she thought.
As usual, at the time of the dance, men, and even elves, were competing against one another to dance with Legolas. Legolas, finally fed up, announced she will not be dancing any longer and ventured into the gardens of Rivendell to get some privacy.
What she did not notice was that two elves followed her out to the garden. They followed her unnoticed, and when Legolas stopped in front of the bench near the patch of flowers, they pounced.
Legolas heard the sounds behind her, and she pulled out a dagger from her white left boot. She spun around, holding the dagger out before her. The two elves stopped for a moment, then switched tactics. One made an advance towards her, and Legolas swung at him with her dagger. The elf ducked out of the way. Now that she was distracted, the other elf made his move. He grabbed her wrist and twisted it behind her back, squeezing her wrist and causing her to drop her dagger. Legolas opened her mouth to scream, but one of the elves clamped his hand over her mouth, effectively muffling her scream.
“Not a word, princess,” he whispered in her ear. “Like it or not, you will dance with us. And then you will perform for us.”
Shaking her head, she struggled to get away, but the elf kissed her hard on the mouth. Legolas’s cry was muffled by the elf’s lips. He pulled away and pushed her roughly onto the ground.
This is not happening again, Legolas thought. Elbereth, please make it stop! Don’t let them do this to me! Not again! Please!
When the elf reached down to unlace her dress, he was suddenly pulled off of her. The elf shouted in alarm, but was rewarded with a punch to his face. The other elf stepped in to help his companion, but her savior grabbed him and shoved him into a tree, the elf striking his head against the bark.
“Touch her again and I will personally see to your deaths.”
The two elves recovered from their dazed state and fled the garden.
The rescuer held out his hand toward Legolas and helped her stand. Legolas turned to the person who rescued her and curtsied, bowing her head low. “I thank you for saving my life, kind and noble sir,” she said. “I owe you a great debt.”
Though it was dark, Legolas could feel that the person looked hurt. “Legolas,” he said. “Surely it hasn’t been that long that you would forget me.”
Legolas looked up at his face and squinted. He stepped forward closer to her, and she gasped in recognition when she saw his face. “Elrohir!” she cried. Joy filled her heart and she leaped into his arms, hugging him tightly. “It has been a while!”
“Indeed,” Elrohir said. “I am sorry I have not been able to visit you recently. Much has been happening, and-”
“You don’t have to explain anything to me,” Legolas said, smiling. “I understand. I’m just happy to see you again.”
“Elrohir!”
Elrohir and Legolas turned to see a brown haired man hurrying towards them. When he got close, she recognized him as Estel.
“Legolas!” he exclaimed. “It’s good to see you again! I did not know you were attending.”
“Well, I’m here, aren’t I?” Legolas chuckled, smiling at him. “It is good to see you, too. Are you enjoying yourself?”
“Indeed, I am,” Estel said. “Would you like to come back inside and dance with me?”
“If you wish,” Legolas said, turning to Elrohir. She could see the furious expression in Elrohir’s eyes as he looked at his brother. “You can dance with me afterwards, Elrohir.”
Elrohir’s eyes softened and he smiled at her.
Estel led Legolas back to the dance floor and danced with her. Elrohir waited by the edge of the dance floor, waiting for his turn. It seemed like forever until the song ended and he rushed forward to take Legolas away from Estel.
“Why were you so mad?” Legolas asked.
“I was going to ask you to dance, but he beat me to it,” Elrohir said, a little embarrassed.
“Well, we’re dancing now,” she said.
They slow danced for two songs, with one of Elrohir’s hands on her waist and the other one holding her other hand. Toward the beginning of the second song, Legolas released his hand and wrapped her arms around his neck, snuggling close to him and closing her eyes in contentment.
Elrohir smiled, wrapping his arm around her waist. He loved the feeling of Legolas’s warm, lithe body pressed to his, and he rubbed his cheek against her soft hair.
In the back of the room, Estel watched with jealous eyes. Elrohir had an advantage over him, as he knew Legolas longer than the young man did. Estel bit his lip as he thought about how to win Legolas’s heart. He was determined not to give up.
Not being able to look at the sight any longer, he turned and hurried out of the ballroom.
~ Poor Aragorn. He is just like any other courtier who wants Legolas. Bad Aragorn, bad! He².
I know that in many stories, Thranduil and Elrond have rivalries left and right, but not in my story. They’re pretty good friends and get along with each other. Ooh, a first!
Chapter 13: As the Years Passed By
“A message from Lord Elrond of Rivendell!”
Thranduil took the scroll from his servant and read it.
“So, Lord Elrond wants us to attend a party he will host tomorrow night?” Thranduil mused. “What a delight!” He summoned his children and informed them of the party that will take place in Rivendell.
“It has been a long time siwe hwe have visited Rivendell, has it not, Father?” Darion asked. It hIt has,” Thranduil answered thoughtfully.
“Do you think it is a good idea to bring Legolas along?” Naraden asked. “You know what happened last time...”
“We should not leave Legolas behind and prohibit her from having fun just because of her looks,” Thranduil said, noticing how Legolas glared at Naraden. “Come, my children. If we are to arrive in time we must leave within the hour.”
^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^
Rivendell was grand. Lights lit up the kingdom all over, and the happiness and joy of the guests inside made the kingdom light up even brighter. Legolas was even more in awe when she and her family entered the ballroom. Looking around, she saw many other elves she has seen the last time she attended a ball. The ballroom looked renovated to her, as if it expanded. They did a very good job, she thought.
As usual, at the time of the dance, men, and even elves, were competing against one another to dance with Legolas. Legolas, finally fed up, announced she will not be dancing any longer and ventured into the gardens of Rivendell to get some privacy.
What she did not notice was that two elves followed her out to the garden. They followed her unnoticed, and when Legolas stopped in front of the bench near the patch of flowers, they pounced.
Legolas heard the sounds behind her, and she pulled out a dagger from her white left boot. She spun around, holding the dagger out before her. The two elves stopped for a moment, then switched tactics. One made an advance towards her, and Legolas swung at him with her dagger. The elf ducked out of the way. Now that she was distracted, the other elf made his move. He grabbed her wrist and twisted it behind her back, squeezing her wrist and causing her to drop her dagger. Legolas opened her mouth to scream, but one of the elves clamped his hand over her mouth, effectively muffling her scream.
“Not a word, princess,” he whispered in her ear. “Like it or not, you will dance with us. And then you will perform for us.”
Shaking her head, she struggled to get away, but the elf kissed her hard on the mouth. Legolas’s cry was muffled by the elf’s lips. He pulled away and pushed her roughly onto the ground.
This is not happening again, Legolas thought. Elbereth, please make it stop! Don’t let them do this to me! Not again! Please!
When the elf reached down to unlace her dress, he was suddenly pulled off of her. The elf shouted in alarm, but was rewarded with a punch to his face. The other elf stepped in to help his companion, but her savior grabbed him and shoved him into a tree, the elf striking his head against the bark.
“Touch her again and I will personally see to your deaths.”
The two elves recovered from their dazed state and fled the garden.
The rescuer held out his hand toward Legolas and helped her stand. Legolas turned to the person who rescued her and curtsied, bowing her head low. “I thank you for saving my life, kind and noble sir,” she said. “I owe you a great debt.”
Though it was dark, Legolas could feel that the person looked hurt. “Legolas,” he said. “Surely it hasn’t been that long that you would forget me.”
Legolas looked up at his face and squinted. He stepped forward closer to her, and she gasped in recognition when she saw his face. “Elrohir!” she cried. Joy filled her heart and she leaped into his arms, hugging him tightly. “It has been a while!”
“Indeed,” Elrohir said. “I am sorry I have not been able to visit you recently. Much has been happening, and-”
“You don’t have to explain anything to me,” Legolas said, smiling. “I understand. I’m just happy to see you again.”
“Elrohir!”
Elrohir and Legolas turned to see a brown haired man hurrying towards them. When he got close, she recognized him as Estel.
“Legolas!” he exclaimed. “It’s good to see you again! I did not know you were attending.”
“Well, I’m here, aren’t I?” Legolas chuckled, smiling at him. “It is good to see you, too. Are you enjoying yourself?”
“Indeed, I am,” Estel said. “Would you like to come back inside and dance with me?”
“If you wish,” Legolas said, turning to Elrohir. She could see the furious expression in Elrohir’s eyes as he looked at his brother. “You can dance with me afterwards, Elrohir.”
Elrohir’s eyes softened and he smiled at her.
Estel led Legolas back to the dance floor and danced with her. Elrohir waited by the edge of the dance floor, waiting for his turn. It seemed like forever until the song ended and he rushed forward to take Legolas away from Estel.
“Why were you so mad?” Legolas asked.
“I was going to ask you to dance, but he beat me to it,” Elrohir said, a little embarrassed.
“Well, we’re dancing now,” she said.
They slow danced for two songs, with one of Elrohir’s hands on her waist and the other one holding her other hand. Toward the beginning of the second song, Legolas released his hand and wrapped her arms around his neck, snuggling close to him and closing her eyes in contentment.
Elrohir smiled, wrapping his arm around her waist. He loved the feeling of Legolas’s warm, lithe body pressed to his, and he rubbed his cheek against her soft hair.
In the back of the room, Estel watched with jealous eyes. Elrohir had an advantage over him, as he knew Legolas longer than the young man did. Estel bit his lip as he thought about how to win Legolas’s heart. He was determined not to give up.
Not being able to look at the sight any longer, he turned and hurried out of the ballroom.
~ Poor Aragorn. He is just like any other courtier who wants Legolas. Bad Aragorn, bad! He².