Denied Rights

AN: Thanks to my reviewers! I love you guys!! And I’m starting this chapter at like 2 in the morning, so if I may a few mistakes, I apologize ahead of time….


**Imladris**

Elrond was sitting at his desk when his twin sons burst through the door. “Father!!!” Elrohir shouted as he knocked over a chair in his haste to reach his father’s side. Elladan followed more slowly and picked up the chair, shooting an annoyed look towards his brother. “It’s mine! I found it first!” Elrohir exclaimed as he tugged on his father’s sleeve.


Grimacing, Elrond asked, “What did you find?” The last time Elrohir had found ‘something’ it had been an injured wolf cub. The lord had found no reason why his son couldn’t nurse it back to health…… until the bottoms of his robes had been attacked by the little monster. However this did not look like an animal, for Elrohir held it in his hand without concern for its safety.


“Let me see,” he said cautiously. His son carefully placed a dagger in a sheath into his hand. “Where did you find it?” questioned the Lord as he carefully withdrew the dagger and studied it intensely.


Elladan who had remained silent up until then, now said, “It was in the guest room.” Shooting a withering look towards Elrohir, he continued, “I believe that it belongs to Legolas.” Elrond mentally scolded himself for not recognizing it earlier. The white handle had leaves carved into it, and the blade was sharp and well cared for. Legolas had used it and its partner while sparring with the twins, and Elrond had been most impressed by the advisor’s skill with them.


Elrohir glared at his twin. “Why couldn’t you just let me keep it? I’m sure Legolas won’t mind,” he said sulking. Elrond carefully kept the smile from his fa

“You’re right. He won’t mind if you--,” he said.


“I’m right?” asked Elrohir incredulously, cutting off his father. Elladan had the same startled expression on his face. They both looked at each other and then both looked at their father.


Elrond smiled then, and the twins suddenly were both thinking the same thing. ‘Uh oh.’


And so it was thaterater that day, Elladan and Elrohir left Imladris and began a journey to Mirkwood to return the blade that belonged to their friend. They were accompanied only by Glorfindel. However, he didn’t make good company, as he kept cursing their father whenever they turned to him to settle an argument between them….


**Lothlorien**


Legolas eyed the target. It was set up a good distance away, one that would be impossible for humans, and rather challenging for elves. Haldir had brought him here to practice and then had left apologizing, saying that his lady desired to speak with him.


So now Legolas stood alone with only his bow and quiver for comfort in the empty training area. Looking around he made sure he was truly alone and then straightened and quickly took a shot. The arrow thudded into the center of the target, and Legolas allowed himself a small smile of satisfaction. He jogged to the target and returned his arrow to his quiver.


The Mirkwood elf’s skill with the bow was great, although not many knew it; that was the way Legolas preferred it. Only a handful of elves in Mirkwood had witnessed first hand his proficiency. By not revealing his prowess, he was able to do a better job of protecting himself, and his companions. He also disliked being the center of attention.


He took a couple of short shots at smaller, moving targets before deciding to practice with his knives. He removed his tunic, carefully stripping off the material so as not to disturb his bandages, and went to pull the white handled blades out of his boots. To his surprise, only the knife in his right boot was there. The one that usually resided in his left boot was nowhere to be found. Legolas was puzzled and tried to remember the last time he had it, but only drew a blank. Shrugging his shoulders he began to practice with the one he had. The knives had no sentimental value to him, however they did cost a lot, and now he would have to replace one.


He continued to spar with his imaginary opponent, thrusting and ducking and spinning. So involved in his practicing, he didn’t even notice the elves watching him until, after a spectacular flip, he heard whispers. He spun around, his eyes flashing, skin glistening and breath coming out in pants; ready to hurl his knife at the first sign of danger. He relaxed slightly, although not entirely, when he saw several of the Galadhrim watching him.


The Galadhrim’s whispers didn’t stop and Legolas fumed silently. He replaced the dagger in his boot, grabbed his tunic, and after shouldering his bow and quiver, turned to leave. “Nay, do not leave elf of Mirkwood!” came the call from the large group, and one elf stepped forward. “We did not mean to startle or offend you, please stay and practice with us,” he said silkily as his companions nodded. Legolas paused and considered the plea, searc the their eyes for insincerity.


He found none and walked back towards them. “Please forgive me, friends. I did not mean to be impolite; I just assumed that you would need the space for your own practice.” The elves smiled at him, as if all was forgiven, and began to walk to different areas of the training grounds.


The elf who had spoken to Legolas came forward and spoke, “We would be most honored to have you practice with us. Several of my companions have told me of you, and it is a pleasure to finally meet the beauty from Thranduil’s forest.” He didn’t seem to notice Legolas’ flinch at the king’s name, and continued. “I am Luimhenn.”


Legolas smiled at him and placed his hand over his heart and gave a little bow. The two of them settled on the grass and began to watch the others. Legolas ran his eyes over the figure in front of him. Luimhenn’s hair was silverfish gold, a cross between his own and Haldir’s hair, and bound at his temple in the style of his companions. His eyes were blue and when he smiled, Legolas was privy to see beautiful white teeth. The elf was good looking, as most elves were, but there was something about him…. “So how has your visit to Lothlorien been?” asked Luimhenn, turning his head towards Legolas.


It was then that Legolas saw what had been staring him right in the face. Luimhenn’s right eye was green, while his left one was blue. Of all his years of traveling and studying, Legolas had never come across an elf with two different color eyes. “Is everything alright?” asked Luimhenn when he saw that Legolas was staring at him intently.


Legolas nodded, “it’s just, your eyes…..” he said peering at them closer. Luimhenn recoiled from him and began to walk away. “Nay, you misunderstand me, Luimhenn. I have never seen an elf with different color eyes, and I find them…. most beautiful,” he said chasing after the elf and putting a hand on his arm. “Please stay.”


Now it was Luimhenn’s turn to look for insincerity in Legolas’ eyes, but he found none. “You think my eyes are beautiful?” he asked smiling. Legolas blushed and nodded. He wasn’t used to giving out compliments to males, but he found that he had no problem doing so. Luimhenn put an arm around Legolas and leaned close into him. “Well, then I fear that I must also tell you that you have beautiful eyes as well,” he whispered, running his hand up and down the bare skin on Legolas’ side.
“Am “Am I interrupting something?” came a loud voice from behind them.

*****AN*****
I know its rather short, I apologize!!